Esoteric Treatise of Theurgy: Third Invocation
After having investigated the former invocations, we decided to study the third invocation of the “Conjuration of the Seven,” which states the following:
In the name of Raphael, begone before Elial, Samgabiel!
When we investigated Samgabiel (do not confuse this name with Saint Gabriel) we met a terrible demon of the world of the Cosmic Mind. The Angel Elial is his exact divine and ineffable opposite.
Later, on another day, we invoked Raphael... Then the grand Master attended our call. The Master carried the trident of the Mental World in his right hand. His face was rosy like fire. His white beard rested on his chest; it was filled with majesty and light. The wide forehead of the Master portrayed for us his profound wisdom. One amongst us asked the grand Master for something. The Master answered the following, “You no longer need to ask for anything!”
Indeed, that supplicant was an Initiate with complete knowledge of the Science of Good and Evil.
We must distinguish between the Master and his Human Soul. The Master is the inner God.
It will be of great astonishment for our readers to know that the human soul of this grand Master (the Bodhisattva Raphael) has a physical body. What is the most grave in this matter is to know that the Human Soul of this Master is now fallen... his Bodhisattva... is fallen! However, he is struggling terribly in order to rise...
Many extremely dangerous demons live in the world of the Cosmic Mind! On a certain occasion, we entered a very luminous temple of the world of the mind. All of us, the investigators, were functioning with our Mental Body. In that temple, there was a venerable group of elders. They were dressed in the robes of Masters. They wore sandals. Their white hair fell over their shoulders in beautiful curls. Their long white beards and their wide foreheads gave those elders a magnificent appearance. We, the investigators, believed that we were in a temple of White Magic, before a group of Holy Masters. That was the belief we had! One of those elders pronounced an ineffable speech.
He spoke of sublime things. He spoke divinely. He spoke of love, goodness, beauty, charity, etc. Suddenly, the grand Master began to delicately touch the problem of sex. Then, in a sublime way he said, “Be fruitful, and multiply; the sexual act is nothing bad, seminal ejaculation is not bad, it is necessary for reproduction, because God said: “Be fruitful, and multiply!” (Genesis 1:28)
This and many other terms were used by that venerable elder, to defend seminal ejaculation. It was then that we began to suspect the sanctity of that “saint.” We began to doubt... could this elder be a black magician? However, when looking around us, we only saw venerable elders... splendorous light! Ineffable things... It even seemed a sacrilege to us to doubt this Master and such a holy place! However, the mortifying doubt, in spite of everything, in spite of all our reasoning, continued to afflict us deeply. Then, at this moment one of us, wanting to clear up these doubts, stood up and exclaimed the following phrases: “Hail to the Christ! Down with Javhe!
Christ and Javhe are the two antitheses. Light and Darkness! White Magic and Black Magic…! Javhe is that demon that tempted Christ on the mountain. Javhe is a terribly perverse demon! He is the Chief of the black magistracy.
So, when we shouted, “Hail to Christ,” and “Down with Javhe,” that Black Lodge, filled with anger, and became enraged with us. Black magicians adore Javhe; they follow Javhe... Thus, this is what happened that night within that temple in the world of the mind!
When those apparently “holy” men (with venerable and august appearances) heard that “Hail to Christ,” and “Down with Javhe,” something horrible happened... suddenly, the apparently “holy” face of that venerable elder that spoke to us was completely disturbed, it became totally enraged and distorted...
It was then when we beheld the unsuspected, the unmasked elder with his horrible countenance joined the rest of “holy” elders who completely unmasked themselves; they were true princes of darkness, terrible black magicians of the world of the Cosmic Mind! They insulted us with phrases and words proper only to the great harlot whose number is 666. Thus, they attacked us violently...
We had to unsheathe the flaming sword in order to defend ourselves! Later, we left that den of black magic, which in the beginning we thought was a temple of sanctity...