Doctor Faustus

The true Lucifer of the archaic doctrine is, by antithesis, edifying and essentially dignifying, just the contrary of what the theologians like Des Mousseaux and the Marquis de Mirville assume, since the Christus-Lucifer of the Gnostics — and the god of wisdom under countless names — is certainly the allegory of righteousness, the highest extraordinary and marvelous symbol of sacrifice.

Being one with the Platonic Logos, Xolotl-Lucifer-Prometheus is the minister of the Demiurge Creator and the resplendent lord of the seven mansions of Hades, of Sabbath, and of the manifested world, to whom are entrusted the sword and the scale of cosmic justice, because he is undoubtedly the standard of weight, measure, and number. He is the always ineffable Horus, Brahma, Ahura Mazda, etc...

Lucifer-Xolotl, the twin of Quetzalcoatl, is the guardian of the entryway who holds the keys of the Lumisial that no one may enter save the anointed ones who possess the secret of Hermes.

Those who unwisely curse the Nahuatl Lucifer pronounced themselves against the cosmic reflection of the Logos; they anathematize the living God manifested in matter, and renounce the always incomprehensible wisdom revealing itself in the opposites of light and darkness.

The glory of Satan is the shadow of Adonai, and the throne of Satan is the footstool of the Lord.

Resemblance, likeness, similarity; Sun and shadow; day and night; law of the opposites.

Twain are the armies of the Logos or Demiurge Architect of the universe: in the sublime areas, the heroic hosts of Michael, and in the abyss of the manifested world, the legions of Satan.

Clearly, these are the unmanifested and the manifested, the virginal and the fallen into animal generation. 

Unquestionably, the shame of generation is only on Satan, and never on the Logos. Satan lost the high virginal state of Kumara when he ate the forbidden fruit. Nevertheless, with the esoteric resurrection, the Nahuatl Lucifer reconquers the virginal state of Kumara.

The cornerstone of the Great Work is the Nahuatl Lucifer. Upon this master stone, located by the sages at the very foundation of our sexual system, the great Kabir Jesus built his church.

Before being chiseled for the Great Work, the rough stone is certainly impure, material, and rough; that is the intrinsic reason why it receives the name “devil.”

More often than not, to reiterate is indispensable. It is urgent to integrally comprehend that each one of us has their own particular Xolotl-Lucifer, the complete reflection of our specific Logos.

Lucifer-Xolotl with the Aztec figure of a Luciferic dog, the terror of many people, use to enter into the three-dimensional space of Euclid in order to become visible and tangible in the physical world.

Count Gaspar Moir Loca, illustrious gentleman of bygone days, describes how Prestigiar behaved, the strange dog of Doctor Faustus.

That black dog with long hair and piercing eyes was undoubtedly very intelligent.

In the presence of the Count, one night when the dog wanted to lie down in the gleaming center of the sumptuous mansion, Faustus addressed Prestigiar; he told the dog a certain word whose deep significance the distinguished man did not comprehend, then that animal left the chamber with his tail between his legs.

It was strange behavior for a dog that to the Count, frankly, did not seem very natural.

Smiling, Doctor Faust, asked his friend what he thought about his dog; the Count responded clearly and unequivocally, “I will gladly see him again.”

Summoned by his master, that canine from The Thousand and One Nights jumped into the enclosure and then leaped upon a rustic bench.

The eyes of that creature seemed like blazing coals; he now assumed a terrifying aspect.

When Doctor Faust caressed his back, the hair of that mysterious dog changed color; it turned  white, then yellow, and finally red.

The Count, a very wise man, kept a respectful silence; subsequently, he resolved to talk about anything else.

Consequently, the dog took part in magic.  

In ancient times that unselfish animal was always devoted to the god Mercury.

It is outstanding that the old hierophants of ancient Egypt granted the dog the highest honor.

In the august Rome of the Caesars, the austere guardian of the Temple of Aesculapius was always a dog.

Speaking frankly and bluntly, I must emphatically affirm that the crucifixion of the dog is paradoxical.

They, the divine and humans, very well know that every year one of these precious creatures was crucified... to the Romans, this was a perpetual punishment for dogs, for the crime of failing to warn of the arrival of the Gauls.

The sacred dogs of the Temple of Vulcan in Etna were always religiously kept.

Let us never forget that Cerberus, the watchdog of the underworld, caressed those who entered and devoured mercilessly those who tried to leave.

In that frightful den Cerberus howls, that prodigy of terror with its barking, its three enormous flat heads and neck surrounded by snakes, infusing with terror all of the defunct ones.

The legend of the centuries states that Cerberus was lulled by the Lyre of Orpheus when he descended into Tartarus in search of Eurydice.

Undoubtedly, the Sibyl also lulled Xolotl-Lucifer-Cerberus with a paste of honey and poppy.

The extraordinary intervention of Cerberus in any type of funeral liturgy is well known.

In the royal tombs of ancient times the figure of a dog was put under the cold feet of the dead, a profoundly significant infernal symbol.

Never forget the greyhound, the big canine of Della Scala, Lord of Verona and benefactor of Dante.

It does not feed on dust or clay but wisdom, love, and virtue.

Many other animals participate in high magic: the crow, symbol of corruption and death of all the inhuman elements that we carry within; the white dove allegorizes purity and chastity as well as the Third Logos; the yellow eagle alerts the alchemist of approaching triumph; the red pheasant, together with the purple of the kings, announces to the wise the consummation of the Great Work.

The enigmatic and powerful Doctor Faust, venerable and exorable master, illustrious sage, lived gladly and comfortably as a very wealthy person. He granted to animals a hidden role and liked to be surrounded by them because he associated them to his prodigies.

At that time of ancient nobility (1528), of varied quite notable titles and royal blood, Faust performed extraordinary prodigies at the Court of Prague.  

A big party was held by an adventurous nobleman who lived joyfully in a resplendent mansion — by good luck called "the Ancora” — on Castle Street in Erfurt where Dr. John Faustus, enchanter and magician, often stayed.  

It so happened that at the golden table of the feast, the lords were loudly clamoring for Faust. The host of the royal abode told the guests that Faust, the man of the marvelous science, was in Prague.

However, by now the crowd, cheerful from the wine, did not stop their resounding banging calling Faust with unusual eagerness, beseeching him to come to the feast.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the splendid castle. A servant saw through the window on the first floor that Faust was at the door beside his horse, as if he had just arrived, and signaled for them to open the door.

The servant ran to warn his master, who laughed loudly declaring that it was impossible, because Dr. Faust was in Prague.

Faust repeated his call at the threshold of the wealthy mansion. The lord of the dwelling stared back: it was him! Thus, with that categorical imperative that characterized the feudal lords, he ordered the door opened, and provided him a great reception.

To the general astonishment of the guests, Dr. John Faust took his place at the table of the feast.

The splendid lord of that haven, greatly marveled, certainly could not resist the desire to ask Faust how he could come so quickly from Prague.

“I owe it to my horse,” Faust responded. “Since the lords, your guests, wished to see me so warmly and called me, I wanted to surrender to their desires and appear among them, although I may not stay much longer because it is necessary for me to be in Prague tomorrow at sunrise.”

The regal banquet was very cheerful. Dr. Faust successfully executed his usual wonders, and there was an abundance of wine and enchantments...

It is worth remembering in these pages the chorus of joyful lyres, the carved glasses, the black wine, the boiling vessels whose edges shone like a necklace of prisms..

The black wine that arouses the blood and makes a cheerful heart, fermented fruit of the vine that inspires the hairy bards so much... 

Amidst the revelry of the party, John Faust cried with a loud voice, proposing that foreign wines may also be tasted.

And those who saw it say, that then, from an improvised exotic container, flowed exotic wines from different harvests, a Faustian miracle similar to that of the wedding at Cana in Galilee.

But suddenly, in an unexpected manner, the host's son entered the room with his face visibly upset, “Sir Doctor,” he said, “your horse is eating like crazy! I think I'd rather feed ten or twenty horses than yours alone. Your horse has already eaten more than two bushels of oats that I had prepared, yet he is still waiting in front of the manger and looks around to see if another bushel comes.”

All the guests laughed, not with the subtle smile of Socrates but with the thunderous laughter of Aristophanes.

The youth, immutable, continued, “I want to keep my word and I will feed him safely, even if for this I will risk several measures of oats.”

Faust responded that it was useless, that his horse had had enough, and he would swallow the all the oats of the earth without becoming sick.

Unquestionably, this steed was beyond doubt the same Nahuatl Lucifer, the extraordinary Mephistopheles metamorphosed into a winged beast.

Mephistopheles-Xolotl-Lucifer, sometimes converted — by dint of magic — into a flying horse like Pegasus of the crowned poets, transported Faust quickly into the fourth dimension when necessary.

The orgy tremendously continued until midnight. Then the horse whinnied. “It is necessary for me to leave now,” the sage exclaimed.

Nonetheless, those of the feast, overflowing with laughter and happy, kept him, pleading him not to leave immediately.

For the second time, then a third, the horse whinnied horribly. Dr. John Faust could in no way disobey; he therefore departed from his friends, his high-spirited steed was brought to him, then he mounted the horse with promptness, and thereafter he rode up Castle Street.

The legends of the centuries say that when he had passed three or four houses, the horse launched into the air, and the knight on his devilish horse went out of sight.

Undoubtedly, Dr. John Faustus, enchanter and magician, was back in Prague before dawn.

In the words of the chronicle of Erfurt, Dr. Faust certainly left a vivid memory. The famous house "The Ancora" still exists, as well as an alley named after the mentioned sage.

When concluding this chapter it comes into my memory the unusual case of the sixty sorcerers of Montezuma traveling with the power of Lucifer throughout the fourth vertical, to the imperishable mansion, the land of their ancestors.