The Mistery of Belicena Villca
– For a very simple but inexplicable reason , Dr . Sieg-na-gel --said the Professor sarcastically , almost spelling out my German last name-- . Because between 1939 and 1945 specialist battalions of the Waffen SS , German elite corps , emptied Europe from the few documents there were about the Druids .
– What for could the SS want that information ? --I asked with distrust , because I did not like the direction the conversation was taking .
– That was never known for sure . During those years it was believed that documentation was taken to the most important training center of the SS , Wewelsburg Castle in Westphalia , where there was a Library specialized in Religion and Occultism of more than 50,000 volumes . But when the war ended , part of this valuable material and the " Restricted Circle " of the SS ( about 250 super-trained and super-secret men ) evaporated as if by enchantment .
You know --the Professor was telling me with a conspiratorial look-- all those stories about hidden refuges , the Odessa group , ... bah , lies .
– Yes --I nodded and looked at my watch . It was 8:30 p . m . I calculated that we had been together for five hours and I was ashamed of abusing the Professor ' s precious time in this manner .
– There is no reason to apologize , Arturo , – said the Professor in the face of my excuses – it has been a talk to my liking , in which I have remembered with you some of what , in other times , I also had to worry about it .
On that summer day they remained only , in the Faculty , the Night Watchman and the cleaning staff . I went out in the company of Professor Ramírez and accompanied him to one of the Teacher ' s Houses he inhabits , within the University City itself . And I never saw him again ... May the Incognizable guide his Spirit towards the Origin , or may Wothan lead him to the Valhalla , or may Frya show him the Naked Truth of Himself , may his heart cool forever , may he conquer the Vril and possess the Wisdom that he so much sought during his lifetime ! And above all : may he manage to flee from the revenge of Bera and Birsha ...
Chapter IV
I returned to my flat in dark musings , fighting to keep discouragement from getting the better of me . After the initial enthusiasm , the weight of reality leaned heavily on my Spirit and posed an unavoidable question to me : how could I , using only my own forces , comply with the request of Belicena Villca ? It is true that I felt owner of an unbreakable will , that would not just give up in my determination to go to the end , that all my strength , without reservation , would be made available to the Cause of the House of Tharsis ; but it was true , also , I humbly acknowledged , that I was not endowed with the virtues of Ulises . No ; I was definitely not the Hero Perseus that according to Belicena descended to Hell itself to conquer Wisdom : but not only to those mythological Heroes I did not look like ; I was not even remotely close to any of the Lords of Tharsis . They surely knew how to solve all kinds of situations . They had faced for millennia a hellish conspiracy , inconceivable for an ordinary human mind , they endured several extermination attempts , and they came out successful in all the tests , they dodged all dangers , triumphed over all enemies . And they succeeded because , according to Belicena , their hearts were harder than the diamond Stone and they possessed the certainty of the Eternal Spirit ; and because they experienced the essential hostility towards the “ Powers of Matter ”, which allowed them to exhibit an indescribable strength against any enemy . They had remained " on the margins of History ”, trying to preserve the inheritance of the Hyperborean Wisdom of the white Atlanteans . They were Initiates who acted conscious of their spiritual responsibility . They complied with the " Strategy " of their Gods and the Gods addressed Them and guided Them .
I , on the other hand , was incomparably weaker . I did not distinguish so clearly like them between the Soul and the Spirit , although the reading of the letter came to me as a revelation of the " spiritual Self ", as the undeniable intuition of the truth of the Spirit chained in matter ; but for now it was only a spiritual intuition . Nor did I receive an esoteric tradition , a wisdom inherited , much less had the possibility of being Initiated in the true Mystery of the Spirit : I searched , yes , the truth for many years , as I will narrate later , and I even came to discover for myself the reality of the Universal Synarchy , but it never occurred to me to fight against such satanic forces , nor I ever imagined that it was necessary to do it , essential , inevitable , a matter of Honor . On the contrary , as the well-known tango expresses , “ I gave up without a fight ”: I let sentimentality soften my heart , I was impregnated by the decadent customs of the century , I tolerated and lived with the most abominable realities , the same ones in which the Western Culture is slowly sinking , without reacting . And I never reacted because I lacked moral reflexes , I was as if I were asleep , perhaps because deep down , as now , I
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