Small excerpt from The Golden Cord by Miguel Serrano

[light_algur]

The time passed; from the sky fell that rain of enclosed shadows. The tentacles of the winner were covering seas, cities, and continents. The hatred and vengeance, the carefully prepared plan, the insidious lie, centered in the education of the youth, brought to the soul of the child and the adult, with the terror of hunger, persecution, torture, material and moral misery, replacing the heroic climate, the solar magnificence, the transparent values of the light, of the Luciferian beauty, of the Grail, of the Emerald of Hermes, of the Morning Star, of the Black Sun behind the Yellow Sun, of the Green Beam behind the Black Sun. All that dies here in the surface of the Earth. Death of the blood, of the values.