The Revolution of Beelzebub

The Revolution of Beelzebub

160020The Revolution of Beelzebub by Samael Aun Weor is a profound guidebook for any serious student of the Gnostic esoteric work. It is also a significant guidepost for anyone not currently in a formal esoteric school, but with deep inquietudes about life as we normally understand it.

Life can never explain itself in terms of itself. To be born, to work, to suffer, to chase after that which is pleasant, and eventually to die, is not the entire reason of our existence.

Samael Aun Weor gives a massive scope and perspective in his teachings that encompasses the entire history of creation, the true meaning of the fall of mankind, the keys to understand Kabbalah, alchemy, astrology, meditation, theology, religions, magic, psychology, medicine, and the significance of our life on Earth as humans in this particular time.

The Revolution of Beelzebub does justice to this scope, and it is enthusiastically recommended as one of the introductory books for those new to the teachings of Samael Aun Weor.

Beginning several epochs in the past, an epoch being 311.04 trillion years, Samael Aun Weor relates the most ancient history imaginable: a time when the Prince of Demons, Beelzebub, was a handsome carefree bohemian type who was seduced down the path of darkness. His story is traced throughout many epochs as he commits more deeply to the path of darkness, selfishness and degeneration until he is transformed into a horrible beast that is the famous Prince of Demons.

Samael Aun Weor with great courage, ingenuity and compassion begins to investigate this demon, and seeing his essential nature, guides him on the path of repentance.

Woven throughout the book are teachings that clarify the sometimes subtle difference between white and black magic, and many keys are openly given to actively walk the path of white magic, which is the Christic path of transformation. The poetry of love is also present in this book, offering inspiration and love for the ones who’s hearts are open to receive it.

Dayspring of Youth

Dayspring of Youth


Dayspring of Youth is a book of Vedic yoga written by “M”, identified as Master Morya, one of the teachers of Theosophical Society founder H. P. Blavatsky.

The book is both an instructional on practical yoga in terms of spiritual exercises, a manual for basic concepts of the different internal bodies of the soul- vital, astral, and mental, and an inspirational text with recorded experiences of adepts in the internal worlds.

The Gnostic wisdom is not openly revealed as it is with the writings of Samael Aun Weor but it is clearly a book written by one with a true knowledge of the path of awakening.

Some quotes from Dayspring of Youth:

“This work is a record of instruction received during different states of Yoga practice; that sealed book opened by the aspiring student during his development into his own inner states of being. We have been permitted to reveal this in order that others, by similar practice, may develop and unfold their inner powers; for the body is a storehouse of past, present and—strange though it seems—future records.”

“Babylon was known to me. Through the rites of Ishtar you have worshipped me. Asshur heard the sound of my voice, but I remained hidden from them. Egypt unveiled my face, Greece cast her treasures at my feet and listened to my songs. Through the eyes of many lovers I have looked on you, drawing aside my veils by the magic colour and perfume and sound. The going down of the sun and the rising thereof have been but links in the chain that forged you to me; for I am He who comforted you in the pangs of birth and folded about you the sheltering wings of death. Your eternal star.”

”Guided by a light I found my way, and when I came to the place, I saw that the men were careworn and fatigues, yet buoyant with an inner strength, and on each of their foreheads shone a lambent flame. Then I knew that they were the Chain of Initiates who bear the burden of the world and I asked their blessings. And one of them bade me place my hand over his as it clasped the rope; like an electric current there vibrated through me the cruelty of man and the sorrow and suffering of humanity.”

“Unknown to our personality, the Innermost seeks to revert our thoughts to Its source.” 

Letters from the Desert

Letters from the Desert

Carlo Carretto was an Italian Catholic theologian and activist who lived for many years as a renunciate in the Order of the Little Brothers of Jesus in the Saharan desert of Algeria.

Letters from the Desert is a book of reflections on the silence and spaciousness of the desert as a backdrop for contemplative prayer and deepening of the mystical connection to God.

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“He who believes that he can speak of what is in the depths of his own soul betrays his own inexperience. My God, what an adventure it is, not to understand any longer, nor be able to see. If earlier we possessed ‘something’, love has now reduced us to nothing. Yes, love has reduced us to nothing. It has taken from us all presumption of knowing or being. It has reduced us to true spiritual childhood.
I have held my soul
In peace and in silence
As a child
In its mother’s arms.
This is the highest state of prayer: to be children in God’s arms, silent, loving, rejoicing.”

 

“When your work is finished and the caravan has halted, you stretch out on the sand with a blanket under your head and breathe in the gentle breeze which has replaced the dry, fiery daytime wind.
Then you leave camp and go down to the dunes for prayer. Time passes undisturbed. No obligations harass you, no noise disturbs you, no worry awaits you: time is all yours. So you satiate yourself with prayer and silence, while the stars light up the sky.”

 

Yes, a friendly night, a benevolent darkness with restful shadows. In the movement of my soul is not hindered. On the contrary, it can spread out, be fulfilled, grow and be joyful. I feel at home, safe, fearless, desirous only of staying like this for many hours; my only worry that of the shortness of the night so avid am I to read within and outside myself the symbols of divine language.”

 

“The friendly night is an image of faith, that gift of God defined, ‘The guarantee of the blessings we hope for and proof of the existence of the realities that at present remain unseen.‘ (Hebrews 11:1).
I have never found a better metaphor for my relationship with the Eternal: a point lost in infinite space, wrapped round by the night under the subdued light of the stars. I am at this point lost in space: the darkness, like an irreplaceable friend, is faith. The stars, God’s witness.”