Translator's Introduction
Below is the Introduction to Volume
One of Miguel Serrano's Memorias de Él y Yo: Aparición del
“Yo”, Alejamiento de “Él.” I translated
this text because of its extraordinary relevance to the present day,
perhaps even more so than when Serrano wrote it in 1994.
Serrano writes extensively about the
role of technology in the future of man. Like Heidegger before him,
and like other obscure writers today on both the right and left, he
is not optimistic about what the “ascendancy of the machine” will
mean for humanity, the planet and – most importantly – the
spirit.
One should understand that for Serrano
and those like him, whose thought is rooted in the primordial
Tradition of the primacy and transcendence of Mind, what is at stake
in the supplanting of the human brain by machines is the power of
the Imagination. Nowadays, the word “imagination” is almost
derogatory, as in “Oh, that's just your imagination” or “It's
only imaginary” i.e., not real. But the great mystics and seers of
the world have always known and taught that, as the 20th
century Taiji master T.T. Liang was fond of saying,
Imagination Becomes Reality.
The Imagination is the creative
capacity of the brain, or
rather, the mind. For as Serrano writes, the brain is only the
physical expression, the physical vehicle, of the immaterial and
transcendent mind which is ontologically prior to the physical world.
The modern or postmodern world of machines and their incessant
barrage of images, sounds, thoughts and every other conceivable
sensory stimuli, is for Serrano part of a grand conspiracy against
the very soul and spirit of man. The danger, greater now than at any
point in the past, is that the mind of man will become so distracted
and disused by these diversions, that its greater power – that of
Creation – will atrophy, forever.
Serrano writes of technology's
insidious mimicry of Tradition, of its techniques of ascesis,
or rather, of the results of that ascesis, insinuating that
the old ways are no longer necessary, no longer valid, or never were
valid in the first place. These claims would be little more than the
blathering of snake oil salesmen, were the stakes not so high and
were their words not listened to and believed by so many. To this
“imitation of the truth” by techno-science, we can also add a
similar imitation by new age pseudo-spirituality, which also speaks
of the power of the mind, but only to appeal to the most base
impulses of man's animal nature: using “the secret” of the mind
to obtain more money, more sex, a better appearance.
This should come as no surprise to
those familiar with the worldview offered by Serrano's writings, for
we are in the Kaliyuga, the age of decline and descent, of
involution and inversion. Thus, everything is upside-down and
backwards, through a glass darkly, as the New Testament says, or
perhaps better, through the looking glass, as Lewis Carroll says.
Miguel Serrano
Memoirs of He and I
Volume 1: Appearance of the “I” -
Estrangement of “He”
Paradise exists since it was lost
Before, it did not exist …
“Only know that which is Chile,
that which has been lost.”
P. Manuel Lacunza
Introduction
Today, the 25th of June in
Year 105 of the Hitlerian Era, 1994 of the judeo-christian era, on
the Winter Solstice, in the old city of Valparaiso in the country
called Chile, I begin these Memoirs.
The father of “Memoirs” was not
Pytheas of Massilia (now Marseille) who sailed in search of the
remains of Hyperborea, nor Julius Caesar, warrior in Gaul, nor Babur,
conqueror of India, nor Marco Polo. It was Benvenuto Cellini, who
recommended writing after the age of 40 and before one's memory is
lost.
But it turns out that, with the
curious acceleration of time – an inexplicable phenomenon, like the
deceleration of the sun, which makes one suspect the existence of an
“external agent,” extra-stellar – the life of man also becomes
longer, as a necessary compensation, apparently. Today men can
preserve their memory and publish their biographies in their
eighties. As the only rule I would say that a man – not all men,
of course – should write his memoirs when the nostalgia of the past
begins to invade him, the remembrance of very distant events, which
will sometimes moisten the eyes of the soul to think that this was
once, only once and – perhaps – will never be again.
I came to my room, with my pictures
and memories and a stone head of Shiva, and my two German shepherds,
Thor and Freya, loyal companions of many years and many battles, to
help me to evoke and feel those who are gone, because they see ghosts
even better than I.
There, beyond the sea, above the
summit of La Campana, stands the immense snow-capped Aconcagua, the
highest of the Andes. Today was a transparent day of winter, and I
am surrounded by Geminis, including my oldest son who has just
returned from abroad, after years of absence. We had an important
generational conversation. This time, Pollux has spoken in him. He
told me of that horror which is upon us, apparently inevitable:
“virtual reality,” which is to say, a synthetic reality from
someone else's imagination, artificial.
I do not wish to use buzzwords from
the “new science,” be it technotronic, psychotronic, cybernetic,
even quantum or “quasaric.” I will not depart from my ancient,
antiquated, simple human language, so as to make more definitive the
difference between my world and that other which will supplant us,
drowning us like the wave that engulfed Atlantis.
I will mark the outer limits, where we
will fight the final battle in this war, which is more than
generational because it is cosmic and even proto-cosmic; against the
Demon of technology and the machine, against iron and against
plastic, against the virtual image, product of the machine and of an
Evil Ontology, prior to the land. A war which only in one secondary
aspect today appears to express itself in the generations.
Oscar Wilde said, “Nature imitates
art.” Today nature imitates the machine; which is to say, man
imitates the machine, assuming that man is also part of nature. And
this machine was a product of man, who was born imitating nature –
the flight of birds, for example – or the brain of man – the
computer. Thus, children today are born “computerized” and fully
capable of handling the most complicated gadgets. They are born
dreaming of computers, when my grandparents knew neither computers
nor cars, nor phones nor airplanes. My grandmother yelled during a
telephone call, because she did not understand how her voice could be
heard at that distance. Furthermore, today children are born with
their eyes open. Hesiod said, more than two thousand years ago,
“When children are born with their eyes open, we will be in the
terrible Iron Age.” The last age, that of the end of this cycle,
of this Round of the Eternal Return, the same that the Edda called
Ragnarok, “Twilight of the Gods,” and which the Hindus call
Kaliyuga, from the Goddess Kali, of Destruction, when
everything dies, even the Gods.
Hesiod certainly never dreamed of
telephones, much less computers. But he was able to know that
in more than two thousand years children would be born with their
eyes open, and this would mean the end of the world, on the downward
path of entropy, of involution. Not the mechanistic myth of
evolution.
Thus he pointed out the definitive,
essential difference between those born with their physical eyes
closed and those born today with their eyes open. Previously, the
Spiritual Eye, the “Third Eye” was still open, if only halfway.
Today it is no more, and there is no remedy. Man begins to be a
product of the machine, a pure reserve station, a container of data,
a “virtual program” which, without any real power, will live in
many realities simultaneously, with just the push of a button,
without actually being in any of them, without being the owner of
any, without being anything to anyone. Not even a schizophrenic, as
his schizophrenia will also have been programmed, synthetic, virtual.
The course of the fall, of the descent
in the involution, has been enormous, distant and obscure. Already
in Hesiod's time, those who knew grieved, because the power
and the key had been lost. And the most marvelous computer, the
human brain, created to express here on the plane of terrestrial
energy the power and the action of the mind, as its
“representation,” and to act on exterior and interior matter,
began to atrophy for lack of a supreme use in its two alternate
hemispheres. The Aryans of India tried, with varying degrees of
success, to recover the ancient art, the lost science that would
revive the wonderful treasure of the human brain, this perfect
machine of biology and blood, of insuperable power and delicacy, and
which, only from the inside out, from the Invisible Mind, may be used
and recovered. This was the art and science of Yoga, which could
“reunite,” “join” anew the two hemispheres of the brain at
will; the only, the unequaled “Human Computer.” Indeed, only
some of them achieved it, and that was enough in the great sowing of
the cycles, for this is not a matter of quantity. Fewer today than
yesterday.
But it was difficult, very difficult.
Even my generation tried. Some of us tried to return, to become gods
again; those born with both eyes closed. And this forever marks the
difference between us and those of today. A great war was fought in
the world, between these two sides, and I was with the losers, with
those who heroically tried to resurrect the gods, the Man-God,
putting the machine at his service, which would only have been
possible using the human brain in a manner superior to the maximum
and seemingly infinite capacity of the machine, in such a manner that
the machine ceases to be necessary. All powers of the Divine Mind in
expression, throughout the all-encompassing brain. The brain, as a
functional part of the nervous system and of the chakras,
vortices and centers of living conscience, “will and
representation,” of the supra-human Mind, but also ours.
(Because “I and the Father are one.”)
We always knew (with the knowledge of
Hesiod) that what played out in that War was the Destiny of man.
Today I say: We were not on the side of Hitler and Hitlerism for
political reasons, or socio-economic reasons, or even racist reasons.
We were there because he had made possible the mutation of man, the
recovery of his divinity and his immortality, with the recreation of
the Superman, the Absolute Man, Total Man, the God Man. That is what
was intended in the tantric-alchemical laboratories of Wewelsburg, of
the SS, in the Ahnenerbe and in other centers of initiation.
Social and economic justice inter pares and racial
purification would only come as a consequence of magic. It was not
necessary to look for them, or declare them. Beginning from the
“Spiritual Body,” science and technology were reduced to an
instantaneous situation, like the knowledge of the essences which,
they say, the angels possess. And even more so, the Gods.
At the greatest crossroads in the
history of life on planet Earth, as they call this “thing” upon
which man has existed, the war was lost - because it could never be
materially won. The winners found themselves in a position to give
new force to the involution-conspiracy, planned from the “mixing of
the angels with the daughters of men” … And today children are
born with their eyes open, and fixed on the screens of the “virtual
images” of video games, and their little fingers pressing keys on
computers, with their little heads ready to be repositories of the
“chip” that will connect them directly to a robot, in this way
reactivating, from outside, the occult powers of both hemispheres of
the brain, which eventually will make them into another mechanical
robot, automatic, isolated, in total solitude and with no possible
human communication with another individual of the species.
All this is an “ersatz,” a
diabolical substitute, an imaginary reactivator, like the drugs that
were tried just prior as a replacement for the efforts of Yoga and
the authentic ecstasy of the mystics, as Aldous Huxley explained to
me in India, in a verbal introduction that he gave me to his book The
Doors of Perception, about his experiences with mescaline. “Now
there is no time for long and torturous asceticism,” he said.
“Today just one tablet of LSD is enough.”
And this is how the “winners” have
destroyed almost three generations, before chaining man to the
machine, to technotronics, with cybernetics, psychotronics and the
sinister manipulation of the human brain. That this has been a
conspiracy of centuries, with an extraterrestrial prologue to human
life on this Earth-Object, which now culminates, reaching its limit,
is obvious to me. It has the same legendary stamp. The conspirators
are called “futurologists,” and just like the “Christians”
before, the “Marxists,” the “Freudians,” the “Einsteinians,”
they fanatically announce that the past has disappeared, because it
was an error (a “sin.”) Poetry, music and philosophy are
finished, as is ancient paganism, and now a completely new age is
imposed, an age of the computer, of the robot, the clone, “virtual
reality,” the Internet, “telepresence.” The rest is nothing,
was nothing.
The times we live in today are of
grave importance for the efforts to transmute humanity into divinity,
into a Man-God, Superman, a Siddha. For those of us able to
understand, it makes us shudder. The things to come could prevent
this possibility forever. But, it is not something unexpected for
those who have tried to envision the process from the first
manifestation of Being. It was foreseeable. Within timelessness, it
was already prefixed by the presence of an extraneous factor. What
is upon us, what is already here, is the “imitation of the
truth,” the “imitation of the Superman,” the
“imitation of the Man-God,” of the Siddha. It is
called “virtual reality” and it represents the annulment of the
possibility of man's transmutation. Technotronics, cybertronics,
psychotronics, etc. are not only increasingly displacing the more
“natural” work of the brain, the alternating or conjoined work of
the two hemispheres of the human computer; they are also destroying
the potential of the chakras, their reactualization and
potentialization for some individuals, in conjunction with the
“astral body,” as products of a discipline. They are to be
replaced with a “cybernetic suit,” a “cyberbody,” which will
become the “astral body” of the future, a false “Son of
Man.” 1
In order to save the legendary
treasure, all that is left to us, the “Forefathers” of this “Son
of Man,” is to take refuge in a bubble of indestructible time, amid
the disaster that envelops the planet Gerda, to continue the
alchemical work of the recovery of the divine Siddha, as we
were before these changes. To rediscover the power of Adel, Odal,
Odil, of Vril, Mana, which allows us, with a single flash
of the Third Eye, of the Ajna Chakra,
to reduce to nothing and to chaos – from whence it comes – the
demon Smara, expelling it from the “Great Tear of the
Cosmos,” in which today it is hidden.2
There was one sole attempt in this
century to change the course of Destiny. But the betrayal of the
religions and their representatives has been immense. The Catholic
Church took part from the beginning in the conspiracy. Today it is
associated with the Jews, working together in the Middle East to
install a laboratory for cerebral manipulation. Even the Dalai Lama
has been made into a tragic character, receiving the “Nobel Peace
Prize” and traveling the world being used. He has thus given a
death blow to Tantric Mahayana Buddhism. Whether or not Aldous
Huxley, Alan Watts, or Arthur Koestler were aware of what they did,
as an important part of the post-war Conspiracy along with Toynbee,
John Lilly, Timothy Leary and the rest of the agents of Intelligence
Services – or of other “intelligences” - I do not know. In any
case, they have been very useful servants for the realization of the
plans of the non-Ayran and anti-Ayran “futurologists,” which have
led to the destruction of the white race. But the great wave that
submerged Atlantis will also put an end to the Rabbis, since their
archetype predeclares it: the Golem disappears with its creator.
An inverted, non-Aryan Twilight of the Gods.
Savitri Devi and some others have
dreamed that Nature will give a solution to this drama, ending with a
planetary catastrophe the evils of man, who contravenes its laws and
contaminates everything. But I think these are illusions, because
there are no natural laws; only “habits,” “bad habits.”
Rather, there is a “synchronicity” between man and the earth (so
that the sinking of Atlantis was also produced by man) because the
earth is a thought, a projected embodiment, which was fixed and
corrupted – by Demiurgic action - when the Divine Magus fell, by
the “mixing with the daughters of earth,” (with those genetic
robots which the Shadow projected) and ceased to be Magus-Creator, no
longer immune to the influences of the Enemy.
The Kaliyuga is not a natural
event; it is not outside but inside. And the Ragnarök will destroy
both inside and outside, and even the Shadow Enemy itself, now also
mixed with its invention, the computer, beginning to coexist with the
plastic robot.
At this juncture, we the survivors of
the Cosmic War and the last attempt to change the course of Fate, let
us entrench ourselves in the last positions, on the borders,
defending that which should never die: the Poetry of Pindar and of
Hölderlin, the Music of Wagner and Bach, the Philosophy of Plato and
Heidegger; enveloping us in its mantle, remembering the Heroes and
the Beloved Dead, so as to achieve with them the New Day of
Resurrection.
And so here, near the top window of
this castle, contemplating the ocean and the Valley of Paradise, I
now begin to write The Memoirs of He and I with an ink pen,
the same one I used for my old writings, the one I used in India.
Meanwhile, I await the moment of
re-emergence from the bottom of the frightful waters of the Pacific,
the great wave that engulfed Atlantis, Lemuria, with the White Giant
and the Continent of the Spirit.
Footnotes
1 Thus,
as Aldous Huxley said that drugs - mescaline, LSD - replace the
visions and experiences of mystics and saints, the “cybersuit,”
the “cyberbody” also supplants, automatically and without
effort, the work of yoga to consciously detach the “astral body.”
We are at the beginning of a more subtle and extremely
sophisticated cybertronics which will lead us to exchange our human
skin for a “cyber skin,” with installed subcutaneous chips,
connected to computers, so that everything comes to be automatic,
and permanent.
But the bionic, cybernetic man will always
be a caricature of the Superman and the Man-God, a “Batman,” a
burst of laughter from the Demon, the Demiurge. Because the
question that must be asked is: Who runs all this, who controls it,
what group of individuals here on earth, or outside of it? In the
German language there is an enlightening term: Ersatz, meaning
“replacement.” Which is to say, “imitation of the truth.”
“Virtual reality” will become more real
than reality, to replace our biological computer with the
machine-traps of Saturn (of Yahweh-Jehovah) the Prisoner God of the
Demiurge. And none of this will belong to us anymore, having been
imposed from outside. The recovery of the Man-God, the Hyperborean,
the Siddha, will have been interrupted forever.
At a later, more sophisticated stage,
“virtual reality” may become more real than this reality,
traveling to distant space-times to live out cosmic or planetary
events of the past and future. This may become customary, although
never directed by us, but by machines. Not metal or plastic, but
biological, cellular, genetic machines, synthetic, products of
“artificial intelligence,” which today is being worked on
everywhere, even in the Churches. But, although man will act like a
god, he will not be one. A technocrat, a “scientist,” a “cosmic
taxi driver” as someone once defined the astronauts, is always a
cretin, as are astronomers, technicians, cybernetic engineers,
directors of NASA. None of those acting like gods are true Risen
Gods. The divine powers that the Siddha recovers were aristocratic
and selective, for an elite. The new “virtual” powers, in
contrast, will be available to all, to the great “democratic”
mass of morons, directed and controlled by a small group of
criminals and subhumans, both morally and spiritually, at the
service of the Intelligence of an extraterrestrial Demon, of a Dark
Energy, which acts from outside without their knowledge. The world
has been hypnotized, like the prisoners of Klingsor in the Chastel
Merveille. This event has already been exposed and analyzed with
diagrams and graphs in Manu: For The Man To Come. But this Man …
will he come now?
I am writing these notes at the time of the
torture – voluntarily propitiated – of Jupiter in the universe;
of this God also a prisoner of the Demiurge.
2 It
is not just a coincidence that they have given the name of SIDA
[Translator's note: the Spanish acronym for AIDS] to the
“synthetic evil” which is spreading rapidly across the planet, a
name that has much resemblance to the Sanskrit-Hyperborean term
Siddha, name of the semi-divine ancestors of some men. These
are the codes which the Demon himself gives out, out of vanity and
pride, and which also illuminate us warriors.
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