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Visitors of a Bodhisattva
Written by Samael Aun Weor   
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Beloved brothers and sisters of the Universal Gnostic Movement, inverential peace.

In the name of the truth, I want to emphatically tell you that I do not want to receive visitors.

Unquestionably, I am nothing more than a postman, a courier, a man that delivers a message...

It would be the breaking point of silliness for you to come from your country to the capital city of Mexico with the only purpose of visiting a vulgar postman, an employee that delivered you a letter in the past... Why would you waste your money for that? Why would you visit a simple courier, a miserable postman? It is better for you to study the message, the written teachings delivered in the books...

99% of the people who visited me in the past are now declared enemies of the Gnostic doctrine: they became burned... What is the worst, and this is the most grave, is that those who are burned, go and burn others...Yes, those burned ones are those who dissolve groups, dismantle Lumisials, etc.

Yet, why do my visitors become burned?  What is the intrinsic cause of it?  What is the base or foundation of it? To answer all of these questions is urgent, unpostponable and necessary... We can find the concrete, clear and definitive answer within the multiple figurations of the mind.

It is indubitable that each student has made a model, a figure, of the Master in their intellect... Such an image has mistaken mental derivations, which are perhaps extracted from pseudo-occult literature... Obviously, deception or disenchantment arises when the merely imaginary figurine does not coincide with the factual man, with the messenger or courier. Thus, this is how my visitors are burned, and this is how the enemies of Gnosis multiply...

Multiple are the intellective images of my varied visitors: diverse are the forms of their mind...

Some, when they think about the messenger, imagine him as being an exotic hermit of foregone times, similar to Palemon the stylite, the successor of Antonio the ancient...

Others assume that he may be like a penitent old man carrying sackcloth of hair upon his flagellated body...

Others fancy him as a venerable sage striding at all hours through the streets of Mexico while wearing a shining turban and white tunic...

Others picture me as a saint endlessly living among ignited wax candles and perfumed flowers within an indescribable sanctuary...

However, the crude reality of the facts is that the messenger of the New Era is an average, common, and ordinary citizen, a nobody whose value is the lowest.

Unquestionably, for these and many other reasons, it is a triviality of very bad taste to travel from distant lands in order to visit someone who is not worth the trouble... So, go and visit the libraries, the archeological museums, the ruins of Egypt, etc., that is indeed better...

Rumors

samael-phonePractically, we have been able to clearly verify that the visitor does not come in order to learn from the messenger, but to observe his private life, thus they find what everyone can see in the house of any neighbor: the chores of the house, the plate at the table, the towel to dry the hands, etc. All of this disturbs the visitors who come in search of wonders and prodigies... Since all of them have their consciousness asleep, they only perceive the monotony of my routine life, the stuff of my living room and the kitchen, the occurrences at my dinner table, etc. So, it is not possible for visitors to find perfections. Perhaps they think that I sleep in a bed made of roses?

Thus, the outcome of all this is gossip. The visitor becomes defrauded when he does not find prestidigitators or something of the sort in my house; then, he or she becomes a gossip. Thus, this is how those who could tread the Path of the Razor's Edge end by withdrawing from the real path...

Calumny

I am not more because they praise me, neither am I less because they defame me: I am always what I am. Therefore, the defamation that has been thrown against me does not hurt me. Frankly, I do not care about their criticisms, but unfortunately, when the weak listen to such slander, they withdraw from the path that leads to the final liberation.



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Samael Aun Weor wrote extensively about the many aspects of practical spirituality: read online excerpts from his books.

Who is Samael Aun Weor?

Samael Aun Weor"I ended up transforming myself into a fallen angel. Many egos resurged within my mind and I became transformed into a true devil. Now, in this present existence, I comprehend the necessity of eliminating my egos, the necessity of performing the Great Work of the Father. Therefore, this is why today I am here speaking to you all, with my hand placed on my heart. Samael Aun Weor is my true name as a Bodhisattva. Samael is the name of my Monad!" 

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