Anonymous
"And there appeared another wonder in heaven, and behold a great red dragon, having 7 heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads"
Rev. xii : 3.
"And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and SATAN, which deceiveth the whole world : he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him."
Rev. xii : 8,9.
Behold! even your body and all its aryan stellar parts belong unequivocally to the great red dragon. Your astral body is the invisible and diaphanous consequence, though of your own intentional making before there was ever even any heaven or dragon or even an angel in the making, the which has be construed then created in and of the great red dragon's body!
The great big body of Satan is the primal matter where all efforts of any kind are to be made. Within it are the sacred places of all religion; it is the sphere of almost all speculative enquiry, the only arena of all scientific thought!
All the intellectual and architectural accomplishments of Pagan antiquity, whether it be Greek or Sumerian or Egyptian in origin was and is inspired in those 7 heads crowned with 7 diadems anointed with 10 horns.
Even the Christian Paradigm with all its Holy Ghost was and is filled with the astro-physical product issued from Satan's gigantic Fall. The worshipful Mohammedans honor Allah behind the mask of the Devil. The Hindus and the Buddhists cleave to the woven dharmic tissue that perpetuates itself in the great revolving body of Satan and his fallen angels. All men's preordained astral substance has been conceived there, before taking root in the gigantic magnetic maelstrom lower down in the highest densities where all abimes will resolve themselves some day into ash and dirt or dust.
His 7 heads are the 7 planets, where in there is necessarily included, the Sun. These heads or planets or stars if you wish prefabricate on the ethereal plane the species bodies of all the creatures that are to "incarnate" in the World Mirror of hard and heavy matter. It is here where the Angels fear to tread, yet the Aryan madman, is the only type of soul who would willingly be precipitated into the harsh and disastrous infamy of all preconceived secular civilisation. Willingly advancing with all his impossible delirious faith through the collective plasmic mind of the great dragon, he only counts morally like some incredible fool, on the innate power of his golden nothingness, only to be trapped into Satan's murderous entrails!
Either one is sown and grows to be cut. Or crushed to become palatable.
Or he is consumed by the burning dragon flesh, or dissected then awkwardly converted through some ignoble perspicacious ignorance into a dead frog on the bench of ignoramuses!
All race of any kind takes form in the over sphere of all those 7 crowned heads. What is supreme and stupendously pristine does not come from the dragon's great big body. Nor for that matter from his AZOTHIC blood and nature.
Now, for the time being, let us say something before concluding on this horrendous and unadmitted truth.
It is not our astral substance that makes of us an Aryan. In any case, not for me.
We make and prove ourselves out of Nothing. The aryan mind knows this all too well, having always fought dearly with all his absence of world chance. Because believe me the great red dragon with all his seven crowned minds knows where you are and how and why you strive for all that is royal and of a spiritual regal nature.
The Great Big Satanic Body needs admirers as wells SLAVES. It needs to feed on the spiritual stupidity of all those trapped beings that have been woven into its fabric!
But what is wonderful about being Impossibly Aryan, is that we can concretely make the subtil body of our souls from a NOTHINGNESS that precludes all physical being, and therefore all predestined sidereal existence as well, has absolutely nothing to do with our eventual Impossible Resurrection based on an Absolute Void.
Don Miguel Serrano intimates something of this in what he calls la flor inexistente.
We needn't worry about the superfluous quarreling about who's idea was it first.
What matters is, is to know whether you are immortal or not? To know, if you are capable as a fallen aryan angel, to create from your very own nothingness a golden body of glory?
