Original text is copyrighted by Jan-Anton
One night, when sleep was not mine, I had a vision:
A three-eyed human head appeared to me, with a smoke plume as body. Now
I know that there are demons who
can take such an appearance if it suits them. I was not especially intrigued
by it, at most curious if something of importance would follow this apparition.
When after a few moments a static state of consciousness started to manifest,
just looking at each other, the demon looking at me and me looking at the
demon, I decided to raise my glowing power in order to call up more demons,
while my Djinns were around me (these Djinns are the same as the Great-Servant-Friend-Spirits
with Soerya and the
Kámál-Hjinoe, from the Book
of Spirits by Emperor Noer).
Cosmic life is by itself with risks like
any small life form, but when supported by twelve Djinns with whom one can
cooperate, and also under the protection of several Gods, one can feel safe
in such circumstances.
Instantly the entire atmosphere was filled solely
with demons, all of them three-eyed in manifestation but otherwise completely
different of appearance and of color. I assume that an unprepared spectator
would have died from fear; indeed, such an apparition is especially impressive.
Human imagination is too small to digest everything one beholds with such
a demonic "visitation". It demands a certain measure of cosmic
experience with business of this kind to stay completely sober. If this
has been achieved, then what remains is the interpretation of such visions
and their meaning. This does not happen with a kind of dream dictionary,
but with necessary individual occult contacts, which are Powers, not individuals.
One could accept the three-eyed demons as symbols and go on to an interpretation,
which is certainly the most easy method as one can omit a difficult part
of the clarification. But it was clear to me that the demons in my vision
were not purely symbolic. They were without doubt tangibly present, and
thus I had to pay attention to the now-and-why.
Summa summarum: I see
a great deal of demons of various forms and color, with one common thing:
three eyes, the third eye mostly orderly on the forehead, but sometimes
in other compositions. They are not threatening, but are wandering among
each other in a dancing manner. The atmosphere is sulfuric, what would certainly
be food for Christian devils tales! It is this simple, it all shows in complete
This lasts a while. Than a light green sphere appears, which
originally is left alone by the demons. Then it is being divided among themselves,
although this does not happen with a knife, but by means of a procedure
of picking, like a chicken.
A kind of roar sounds, the sky turns red,
I hear somebody laughing; a low voice. For a moment my head appears among
the demons. It has two eyes but there is golden band around the skull. The
the vision fades and ends.
Of course, the third eye of the demons in the
vision denotes clairvoyance, at least according to tradition. However one
must be very careful with this interpretation because in the new
World Year many of these formulas have
lost their value. The body with a smoke plume is a symbol of detachment.
Thus we have here an image of pure spiritual beings with great inner power,
and gifted with cosmic insight. It is clearly about demons, apparently benevolent
of character. Compare this with what has been said about the
Döwíli in the Book of Spirits. The
raising of glowing power (psycho-physical heat) by myself points to an active
vision: I have conscious participation in the vision. The Djinns around
me points to the fact that there were more spirits, at my side, who were
involved and were protecting me. The care I was in, of the Gods, points
to the cosmic significance of this vision.
As the atmosphere was purely
filled with demons, this does not mean that the demon had called for reinforcements.
These kinds of circumstances do attract the attention of other demons. The
light green sphere, originally neglected by the demons, is certainly the
world of the earth. A short time later the demons attack and destroy it.
The roar is fitting and also the red color appearing in the sky. The laughter
could be from the Initiator of this final disaster! One could say it looks
apocalyptic. The appearance of my head between the demons, with two eyes
and with a golden band around the skull, is more a spiritual announcement.
Conclusion: It is about the vision of what will happen at the end of the
scarcely beginning new World Year, that probably will be short compared
with the previous one. The physical destruction of the earth. The demons
are probably symbolic for the nature spirits, which will certainly be involved
in the process.
(note of translator: this vision might also be symbolic
for the end of the old World Year and the beginning of the new World Year;
the demons showing that the earth has to go through a thorough transformation.)
It is very interesting what is mentioned about
giants in the Book of Spirits. With
the same stupidity man of the previous World Year has in regards to other
nature beings, as for example elves, kobolds, gnomes and so on, he considers
the appearance of a giant usually as dumb, lazy and cruel.
That is a
dangerous way of generalizing, because there are several types of giants.
Once I saw a giant, standing on a mountain flank, seize a flying machine
out of the air, like a cat seizes an inexperienced bird. The results were
clear; total destruction. The machine was thrown against the rocks, an almost
classic model of air disaster. One wonders: why did the giant do this?
Giants in general are irritable. They see the high regions of the mountains
as their special resort, in as far as it goes about mountain giants. It
can happen that they just don't allow intruders. This is rarely foreseeable.
Even the giant who fundamentally is tolerant, and those are very rare, is
still quite capricious. The phenomenon "human" will never be completely
accepted by a giant, although it is quite more common for a giant to curiously
follow a man into his territory instead of carelessly throwing him in a
ravine. In mountain areas there are things that man does that are irritating
to a giant. An irritated giant is an extremely dangerous being!
climbers and their expeditions always make a giant nervous, especially when
they take soil samples. Giants also hate the noise of radios, motors and
so on. Sounds from an airplane, even more so since the introduction of jet
engines, can drive a giant insane. When a giant loses his self control,
anything can happen.
Usually giants do not react that violently in the
lower mountain ranges. This does not preclude that when they are in an angry
mood that they tend to throw rocks, resulting in naturally disastrous results,
even avalanches. He who sees a giant might easily easily get heart failure
as giant are literally very big, massive and wild looking! With the use
of the term "giant" in as far as eyewitness accounts go, it is
advisable to question if they indeed saw a giant. The same applies for nature
beings, because confusion is easy. The perception of a spiritual apparition
naturally leads to the conclusion that one has seen an elf, a kobold, a
giant. But a demon or even an angel servant can also manifest itself in
a nature environment, and these kinds of spirits, and I am only naming two,
can be of enormous proportions.
said that the giants would be involved with the destruction of the world,
that also is written in the Edda. (note translator: The Edda is a collection
of Old Norse poems from the Icelandic mediaeval manuscript Codex Regius.
The Edda is the most important source we have on Norse mythology and Germanic
heroic legends.) I became aware that with the term giants Hoetan implied earth
forces who would retaliate and destroy nature-hostile humanity. This is
not limited to giants; the most insignificant kobold then throws away his
playing nature and becomes a spear point, aimed at the chest of mankind.
But the manifested giants, not their souls, are perishing with the earth.
In the new World there will giants again, as friends of Gods and man: serious,
wise spirits and guardians of the order on the new earth, building on prestige
How different than giants are
elves, not to be confused with the
generally cunning, hostile to humans, alvers, who, despite their dimensions
and power, are near to to giants!
I know an elf in the fens of Brabant
(=province of Holland), who is showing a kind of affectionate melancholy.
When he is feeling well, he is sitting underneath vegetation overhanging
a tree at the edge of a small pond where he lives. When I saw him for the
first time, he let me feel that his name was Anspar.
When he doesn't
feel well he withdraws and then he is just visible between the twigs of
the overhanging trees. When he feels very bad, then he jumps on me and tightens
himself to my chest, like a young ape to his mother. Then he is much smaller
than usual, and completely melancholic. Spherically, this is not without
oppression. By way of speaking he is sucking the compassion out of someone.
But it has to be mentioned that Anspar also gives a certain insight. From
his elf hugs, which only last a couple of minutes, I have learned more than
years of study of all kinds of standard occult works could have taught me.
Besides Rudolf, Anspar is my friend, this melancholic
elf, who is sad about the noise in his environment, about the rackets, and
who does not understand that I cannot make an end to it in one gesture.
Ah, Anspar! If people were more like you, my green transparent friend, who
sometimes is hanging so heavy on my shoulders, you, lovely and pure being.
What will you do when people have made your little living environment unlivable?
Do you then die the elf death of pining away; do you ebb away, or do you
flee to more healthy regions? I will miss you, my good elf friend. I won't
forget you, as you too will not forget loose me from your airy memory.
For you a hymn of praise, patient, still bearing Anspar. However I fear
that your departure is near. With this in front of me I know that an elf
can be one's brother.
Per always was, from
the beginning of the universe
And Per will always be till the end of
Is Per invincible? No he is not.
Per is imperishable and without
any other name.
No being is without Per that wants to be in Per.
Per execute laws? He does not.
Does Per avoid laws? He does not.
is without laws and without double will.
Per rules over all that wants
to be right in reason.
Does Per regulate? He does not regulate.
name is endless and detached from the All.
Per blesses everything that wants to be showered with light.
have desires? He does not know himself.
Does Per distance himself? He
does not deny himself.
Per always was from the beginning of the universe
And per will always be till the end of it.
Not everybody is mortal
But everybody will
once go into Per.
Only: when is that Once?
The four Holy Emperors grasp the
hands of Per;
Many Enlightened Ones dissolved into Him.
will be alone in His night:
Then He is not, and no All is there anymore.
But after even this night there will be a new All,
And the wretched will
go into Per.
Going into Per is the highest grace;
Going into Per is
Going into Per is supreme knowing.
It is the
pulverizing of the last barrier;
It is being-blade with the grass;
It is being-Per-oneself in taking part of Him.
That is at the end of
The proud road,
The proud road of lonely climbing:
grasping of the hands of Per.
The four Holy Emperors grasped them!
Why could you or I not do the same?
He who is not holy can become holy:
A nimbus already circles my head.
Almost detached, I am looking at his
But the eyes of Per do not see,
Because He is Per.
will go into Per.
Only: bring that Once closer!
Why am i writing this work and not somebody
In all my previous lives I came as ruler,
And often as a priest-king!
My good will was persecuted
By doom and dead sometimes
But often also
There was no regularity in it,
And cause and effect only
By those who read the signs.
Sometimes there are things
Which even a reader of signs does not except.
And more holy men are there
who would do better.
It will be fate,
And apparent a big deal - but
very small nevertheless.
Before Per's appearance it is not even a bread
I am sitting and writing - a sleep walker;
Sometimes my speech
is from ages old,
Sometimes it is rough.
I hear, perceive, and write
Who says that words carry laws?
Those laws worn out in
the new World Year!
They still serve
the evil forces,
I do not want to hear sounds from those enslavers.
If it must be, I do my plight
And write, even as my existence passes
Am I a hero then? - Ah, no,
I am hardly aware that I work,
But I am sure that it must be.
And without Per, who is blind in regards
I would not see from both of my eyes.
How unequalled are dragons as forms of appearance
of the highest cosmic Demons, embodiments
of universal power and regulators of law!
This new World Year is not
anymore one of religions and sects, but it is one of independently becoming
human. It is not anymore one of the so-called "world leaders",
but it is the World Year of the reborn Gods and Demons. This is the era
of the Holy Dragon.
He who has rested between the toes of the Blue Dragon
of Universal Knowledge, he who has flown on his breath, whom he held high
on his flames, he has seen and must tell what he saw.
The Holy Dragon
encircles the earth: his breath is her soul! The sight of this respectful
being is beyond comparison. In majesty there is little to compare him with,
the holy Blue Dragon. His enormous mouth is bigger than the earth; his body
is longer than the Milky way; his roaring and is like the thunder of hundreds
of volcanoes or as the roaring of an ages old storm.
Who bears his imposing
appearance, whose eye does not get blinded, who does not fall down with
dizziness, whose ear does not get death?
Wisdom and knowledge are only
allowed to those who have seen the Dragon in all his might. He is the key
to all Higher Knowledge in the cosmos, and one must have returned to earth
with undamaged skin and unburned hair.
Each spiritual mandate, each worldly
power for ruler ship comes from the Dragon. All others are mirages or falsehoods.
The Holy Dragon does not wish and does not demand. Therefore one must not
adore him as a Divinity from the old World Year. The immortal Dragon is
a given, not an idol.
The road to the Dragon begins in the personal experience
and in the wish to follow this road too. One walks on this road alone. There
are no guides. One goes blind. Along the road there are signs. The only
thing to do is: to not see with open eyes, and thus not to be led astray.
One fills his ears with wax in order not to hear the voices one can expect
behind oneself. One does not know what is behind him.
But when one hears
with awe the roaring of the Holy Dragon, then the moment is there! Remove
the wax from the ears; open the eyes and approach without fear the exalted
being that lives at the end of all dimensions. One shall feel how to pass
by the threshold to the new knowledge. Then it will be understandable how
in words nothing can be transferred from the Beingness. Therefore the role
of teachers, interpreters and priests is over; that real or so-called holy
books have no more value; and that this book, that you are reading now,
is not a learning-of-life-book, but a gaze into the distance.