The wise author of the book Specimens of British Writers, Barnett, presents an extraordinary case of sorcery:

“About fifty years ago, there lived, at a village in Somersetshire, an old woman, who was generally reputed to be a witch. Her body was dry, and bent with age; she supported her feeble steps with crutches. Her voice was hollow, of mysterious, though hypocritical solemnity, and from her eye proceeded a glaring and a piercing light, which fixed the beholder in silent dread...

“A young man of the same village, at the age of one or two and twenty, and in the full vigor of health, began to receive all of a sudden the visits of the night-mare, every night as regularly as he went to bed. The sittings were so weighty and so long continued that his health was soon materially affected. In the course of three or four months, from a strong and ruddy youth, he became feeble, pale, and emaciated; and finally exhibited the external symptoms of a person in a deep decline. Neither he, nor his neighbors, to whom he communicated his case, had any doubts respecting the real cause of his sufferings.

“In spite of the fears of superstition, he was a man of great resolution. He was resolved to lie in wait for the hag, awake. He resolved and re-resolved; but unfortunately, was always oppressed by sleep before the critical hour. At length he succeeded. He continued broad awake; when, at the dead of night, he distinctly heard on the stairs, the sound of footsteps softly and cautiously ascending. He was all alive. He put his hands from under the bedclothes in readiness to grasp his prey. She reached the foot of the bed, ascended, and proceeded gently and gradually along either leg. Advanced beyond the knee, she was preparing to fall, with her leaden weight upon his breast. In an instant, he leapt towards her, seized her with both his hands by the hair, and held her with convulsive strength. At the same moment, he vociferated to his mother, who slept in an adjoining room, “Mother, I have caught the hag,—bring me a light.” The mother, in certain faith, flew down the stairs for a candle.

“Meanwhile, the contest continued with furious violence between the son and the hag, who dragged him out of bed; and the struggle was then continued on the floor, with unabated rage. The candle was now kindled; but on the very first glimmer of its rays on the stair-case, the hag, with a supernatural force, tore herself from his grasp, and vanished like lightning from his eager eyes. He was found by his mother standing on the floor of the chamber, almost breathless with the efforts he had used, and with both of his hands full of hair.

“On hearing the story, I eagerly inquired for the locks of hair. He replied, without the slightest surprise or embarrassment: ‘Ay! I was much to blame for not keeping the hair; for that would have identified her person beyond dispute. But in the hurry of my feelings, I let it drop on the floor; and she took especial care I should never see it more. But I so overhauled her, on this occasion, that she returned no more to torment me. It is curious (said he) that while I had her in my grasp, and was struggling with her, tho’ I felt convinced who she must be, yet her breath, and the whole of her person, appeared to me like those of a blooming young woman.’

“The person to whom this very singular incident happened is still alive. I have heard the substance of the story, more than once, from his own mouth, and can therefore vouch for the truth of the effect, whatever we may think of the cause.” George Burnett, Specimens of English Prose Writers (1813)

Commenting on this case, the wise Waldemar says:

“This account contains two important points: First, the young man knew for sure that his nightmare was caused by the witch who lived nearby. He knew this witch from brief encounters during the day and at night in her astral visits.

“Second, the witch, bent over as she was by age and supported by crutches, transformed herself over several months into the image of a sprightly young girl, while he was getting weaker and wasting away. Where could the cause for the evident rejuvenation of the old woman lie?

“To answer this question,” continues Waldemar, “we must keep in mind the mechanism of the eidolon, the double.

“If the aura that surrounds and envelops human beings also represents an accurate reflection of the body in such a way that its defects and weaknesses can be found to correspond exactly, the ‘double body’ presents increased evidence, so to speak, which as an example can often be seen in seriously wounded people who, years after a limb has been amputated, can feel intense pain as though that limb still existed.

“This invincible character of the double body is based on the ‘creator principle,’ in that the form given by Nature, innate to the being, is contained in a kind of primary germ.

“In this, as in the acorn within which the structure of a complete tree is contained, the living image of its being is concealed.

“Through many false actions and deviations, the vibrant astral tissue which is connected to the primitive body reflects itself during life’s course.”

With regard to “primitive bodies” we would like to point out that, in 1935, Professor Hans Spemann of the University of Edinburgh received the Nobel Prize for Medicine or Physiology in transcendental studies for verification of the existence of an active sculptor of life, a “chemical ideo-plastic” that, according to a predetermined image, forms the protoplasm during the first stages of embryonic development.

From the results of Spemann’s studies, Professor Oscar E. Shotte of Yale University managed to demonstrate through experiments with salamanders that the sculptor of life does not disappear in any way during embryonic development, as Spemann had thought, but is present throughout the whole life of the individual.

According to Shotte, a small piece of tissue from a normal human wound, grafted onto living, virgin territory could completely reconstruct a creature identical to the wounded person in question. Maybe laboratory experiments in cloning could one day, in unsuspected proportion, reproduce the results of Professor Shotte.

It is obvious that the abominable harpy of this gory story could, through a certain “modus operandi” that is unknowable to the crowds, soak up, absorb through a kind of vampirism, the vitality of the young man and transplant it within her own “primitive body.” Only in this way can the unusual rejuvenation of the old woman’s body be scientifically explained.

Unquestionably, once impregnated by the vitality of the young man, the “chemical ideo-plastic” managed to reconstruct the debilitated organism of the old woman. While the youth’s life drained horribly, the deadly old woman of left-hand witch’s sabbaths was regaining her lost youth.

Clearly, the young man could have captured her if he had not made the mistake of seizing her by the hair; it would have been better to grasp her waist or arms.

Many of these abysmal harpies have been captured by other procedures when taken by surprise.

Some ancient traditions say: “If you put a pair of steel scissors on the ground in the shape of a cross and scatter black mustard seed around this metallic instrument, any witch can be trapped.”

It is astonishing that some illustrious occultists are unaware that these witches can elude the law of universal gravity!

Although the notion may be unusual, we emphasize the idea that it is possible to transpose the physical body to the fourth dimension.

It is not at all strange that these harpies, having entered the unknown dimension with their physical bodies, can levitate and travel within seconds to any place in the world.

It is clear that they have secret formulas with which they can escape from the three dimensional world of Euclid. In strictly occult terms, we can label these sinister creatures as black jinns.

Indeed, the human organism offers amazing possibilities. Remember beloved readers, the execrable Celaeno and her filthy harpies, monsters with the necks and heads of women, horrifying fowls of the Strophades Islands of the Ionian Sea. They are provided with hooked claws for hands, and their faces are pale with a hunger that is never satisfied. They have the heads and necks of women who were beautiful maidens in the past but are now transformed into horrible furies who pollute everything they touch with their foul contagion.

The principal capital of these abominations is in Salamanca, Spain. The famous Klingsor castle lies there, that hall of sorcery, the sanctuary of darkness suitably mentioned by Richard Wagner in his Parsifal.

Bless my soul, oh God, and hail Mary! If people were told this, they would search for Klingsor castle through all the old streets of Salamanca. However, it is well known by gods and humans that the castle of the black grail is found in the land of Jinn, the unknown dimension.

On Tuesdays and Saturdays at midnight, these hags meet with their idlers to have orgies.

When one of these harpies has been trapped by people, she then gets a good tanning, thrashing, or beating from them. Wretched people still do not know how to return good for evil.It is necessary to be understanding, instead of getting stuck in the mire of infamy. We must overcome these harpies with love, bravely confront the problem, and admonish them with wisdom.

“Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye.” Matthew 7:1-5

“He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.” John 8:7

However incredible it seems, it is good to know that many honorable and religious people carry the ego of sorcery within them. In other words, we can state in spite of knowing nothing about occultism, esotericism, etc., in their present existence, there are honest and sincere people who nonetheless carry within them the ego of sorcery. It is obvious that this ego often travels through time and space to cause harm to others. A fleeting interest in sorcery in any past life could have created such an ego. This means that there are many people in the world who, without knowing it, unconsciously practice witchcraft.

Verily I say unto you that there are many devotees of the path who also carry within themselves the ego of sorcery.

We conclude this present chapter by saying: “All human beings, although they are upon the path of the razor’s edge, are more or less black internally as long as they have not eliminated the pluralized ego.”

This chapter is from The Mystery of the Golden Flower (1971) by Samael Aun Weor. The print and ebook editions by Glorian Publishing (a non-profit organization) include features like illustrations, footnotes, glossary, and index.

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“Whosoever awakens the consciousness stops dreaming. Whosoever awakens the consciousness becomes a competent investigator of the superior worlds.”

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