The Cave of Euthanasia E-Book

Marco Peisithánatos

• Herausgeber: Marco Peisithánatos
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

The Cave of Euthanasia speaks of the experience of Santhara ('' the death of the wise '') practiced by the author. Everything you want to know you will be unveiled in the cave.

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Marco Peisithánatos

The Cave of Euthanasia

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Table of contents

Foreword

The Travel

Because God does not protect you

The Origin of Buddhism

Understanding God and work with God

The Holy Becker

No man is Artemideo

The Sacred Contract with Animals

The City is Evil

Social issues

The soul of Creative

Sacred Geometry

Relations between humans

The way of Proclus (the Prisca Sapientia)

The End

Foreword

Preface compiled by the rector of the academy Neo-Platonic increasingly old, timid and toothless.

In the winter of 2121 I received a letter from one of the employees of the regional library that said: << We were told that between the old manuscripts of the Master if it finds one called '' The Cave of Euthanasia '', or something like that , it teaches an unknown side of wisdom, cultivate the spirit and increase the force.

It contains the secret of long life, it is speak in a unique way the theme of internal alchemy and for devotees is the only hope to read it as a beneficial rain during the drought. Some Neoplatonists have secretly made copies, but it is kept as a treasure inaccessible, and this is as foolishly hold a precious container in a box. We would like to publish it and offer it to posterity as well as to satisfy their ardent thirst for knowledge. " The employees took the letter and carried it to the Grand Master. He smiled and gave his assent. But when the disciples opened the box of old manuscripts, more than half of the '' Cave '' appeared moth-eaten. Then they completed and recopied the text,that at the end was 273 pages. The servants have bound him and sent him to you. Since I am the oldest of the disciples, I was asked to write a preface and I have not refused to do so.

http://www.churchofeuthanasia.org/

The Travel

Erice, September 12, 2112, from the diary of Marco:

I write this as a fact to remember what I've heard and learned today. 6 months ago it was found a very common disease nowadays. A disease that leaves no hope and ends with torment. I cried for several days, I tried to kill myself. They have stopped me. I'm just a 15 year old boy who now know the date of his death. I was taken to church,

I spoke with the pastor. I do not sleep and do not eat more. Last night I went to the cellar, are rhymed in the dark for hours, eyes wide.

My parents They took me throughone friendship, to the department of psychiatry of the Hospital, where I met a doctor unnecessary and ridiculous: he works and treats me like a job and I could feel. The doctor has to suffer with me I do not need that m'imbrogli with words but at least the prescribed drugs were nice.

Before entering in the room doctor and I was thinking at my body and I thought, my perfect body, that soon would fade eaten by worms. Taken from my sad thoughtsI suddenly sensed a presence in front of me: I looked up and saw a horrible mental patient who towered bleakly on my head. the sick man was drooling as he said, hissing: << You know who isPeisithánatos?You Know the enemy of the Sun? Find him and I'll give you my body, my flesh, my blood ... >>. At that moment a nurse grabbed my arm that disgusting sick and led him to take a medication. In departing the sick, ugly and different from me, said nurse << You know who isPeisithánatos?You Know the enemy of the Sun? Find him and I'll give you my body, my flesh, my blood ... >> at every step his voice became more and more horrible.

In the middle of the night I woke up sweaty and dirty. The night was silent and I began to shiver in the dark, from the darkness came a whisper that was barely audible. I approached the wall, in full darkness, I with trembling leaned his ear to the cold wall and I heard: << You know who isPeisithánatos?You Know the enemy of the Sun? Find him and I'll give you my body, my flesh, my blood ... >>

I searched on the net about what could be this Peisithánatos and excluding the ancient philosophers (the Cyrenaics the fourth century BC) and speeches over a dark Prisca Sapientia appeared an old, very old story of a whole mountain village cared for by an epidemic. It was about a man who took care of the mentally ill, restoring the mind of the sick, a strange man who disappeared suddenly as he had come.

An article ended with a nursery rhyme created by villagers for '' prospectors '':

<< If you want to find the old Persuader

At the source ofVal Demone (Valley of the Demon) it will have to wait.

Do not ask and you do not speak, observes only evil >>.

So today I got up, I took medicines, and slid the sheets wet with tears.

It was still dark and cold when I touched the gate. On the street just me and a stray dog. None of my relatives have been warned, no one knows my despair. At the station I was just a shadow that no one noticed, perhaps I'm already dead? Then the whistle that announces the start and off to ''a lonely impulse of delight'' (William Butler Yeats). All the time I shook hands, I held his head down, thinking of nothing, and the unknown. My thoughts were in sharp contrast to the beautiful landscapes that flowed sharp in front of me. The volcano was powerful and strong in his thunder and pastures green, black volcanic rocks plucked my mind. A long journey, as all my young life.

I walked along in perfect worlds and ageless. Mountains, gorges, following a trail found on old maps. An old man, a cowherd, showed me the way to the source. He was good and knew, knew my pain is deep He ignore me with kindness.

Long, long way, many forests: the first few trees, then more and more. I suffered fatigue, sickness was killing me and every step was a horrible agony. I was stronger in the past, each day I lose something. '' No going back '':this bloody phrase is awful and terrible !

Arrived a short distance from the source, the trees frightened me and my legs were shaking. I lost urine and stopped I sat on his heels over the ruins of a huge house in the woods, giant. Silence. How many people have loved that house? How many laughs? Where does all this? The rocks were talking about this greed of the anything.

I could not move and I stayed for hours to count the ants in front of me. Then a shadow quickly and saw two crows flying toward the woods. I could hear them in the thick, a large horror. Taken to count the ants when I noticed a long cervone snake, and put out the tongue and then slip into the thicket. he, The snake,went to the crows?

I was afraid to enter the forest because it was dangerous for me. Then he heard a talk and saw two girls raven-haired and talk your ear, They laughed at me.I was tired and I tried to reach them but lost sight the girls. I was lost and heard the two crows coming attracted but fatigue betrayed me and I'm rolled painfully down to a path. I had in front of a cave covered by one forest. The Nymphs of the Cave of thehorrendous and silent written on up it '' Church of Euthanasia ''. Step by step I walked, I counted my breath for hours before putting my left foot into the darkness of the Cave. Only in the cool darkness and when my weak eyes adjusted, I see a man sitting with his eyes to the wall (a few centimeters). It looked like a statue in the posture of the king of fish (Paripurna Matsyendrasana). In ground a sleeping bag, a disturbing human skull and three books: Konrad Lorenz '' King Solomon's Ring '', Wilhelm Reich '' The Orgasmic Function '', Mandelbrot '' The fractal objects: shape, size and case ''.

Peisithánatos: << What do you want? >>

Marco: << I'm sorry I do not want problems I missed the trail and wanted to go home ... >>.

Peisithánatos: << What do you want? >>

Marco: << A path, a path that bring me back to the ruined house where I was I sitting ... >>.

Peisithánatos: << What do you want? >>

Marco: << I do not know what to say, I sit, I feel very ill>>.

Peisithánatos: << Watch me, not distract you (or you lose yourself), and imagines he sees a quadrate where each side carries a breath: inhale one side, one hand holding the breath, exhale another side, a more fluid and again etc. Fill the belly breathing, exhaling uses the chest. Watch me closely. Now repeat these breathing patterns transcribed in these 64 hexagrams. Do everything calmly this is your intimate time >>.

Because God does not protect you