An allegory of man's search for unity, explores the mythic reality that transcends the conflicting dualities, that divide man from nature and against himself - reflects the spiritual journey quest, the indian setion deals with the rites of Tantric love, Pyrenean sector with the Cathars & the third with the Andes.
Chilean diplomat and explorer. Serrano is one of the most important authors of esoteric Hitlerism, claiming that Aryan white people originated from an extra-terrestial visitors.
Serrano held various ambassadorial posts for Chile in 1953-1970.
Originally embracing Marxism and writing for left-wing journals, he became quickly disillusioned with Communism. In 1939 he publicy himself with the Chilean party Vanguardia Popular Socialista and started writing for their journal "Trabajo" .
This book is pretty out there, man. This book isn’t really non-fiction. It takes the form of extended mystical tales. They remind me much more of someone like Michael Moorcock, than mythopoetic thinkers like Carl Jung or Robert Bly. These stories concern a high civilisation - its remnants lying in slumber beneath the earth. They concern a culture in Thule, that came from beyond the world. And they concern the practice of magical love - something that these ancients are supposed to have once known well.
These arctic creatures were clairvoyant. They wore moonstones as a sign of their power and emeralds in honor of Venus. They also introduced the practice of magic love, whose purpose was to reunite opposites and join extremes together. Their work symbolized a return to the world of giants; it was the pilgrimage of the prodigal son to his lost home, a movement to a point of origin beyond time. But this high civilization came to an end. Thule vanished and the poles became uninhabitable. The green oasis of the Hyperboreans disappeared.
There are three tales in this book which are all inter-linked, each taking place in a different location: in India, Europe and South America. They all relate to a search for magic love and, in connection to this, a search for the Great Ancestor (which I understand to be a link to the Hyperborean civilisation). There are numerous trials to reach this point. The central magic love is neither conventionally creative nor conventionally destructive. It is more akin to a return to a primordial state.
”When I die you will carry me within you. I will be one with you and live there. A part of you will also die with me and rot with me in the tomb. Your soul will become me and will have no face or body except what I give it. In this way it will become a person. It will have identity because I'll give you my eternity. This will be our wedding.”
The love described here is fundamentally above or beyond biological sex, on the grounds that biological sex is a worldly distinction. Serrano is looking towards a world in which biological sex was undivided. In some way, magic love is the process of returning to a unity of sex, before some kind of division was imposed.
”Love," he continued reading, "has nothing to do with sexuality; it comes before it. Love even existed before species were divided into two sexes. There are primary organisms and hermaphroditic ones which reproduce themselves by parthenogenesis. But they look for another hermaphrodite to love, making a parody of partition before it actually happens. Love produces the partition of the hermaphrodite and the differentiation of the sexes. Love creates sex, not the other way around.
So yeah, it’s pretty wild stuff. This book isn’t the smoothest to read. These stories are at the best whe they delve into full-on high fantasy-style scenarios. The prose sections between these great metaphysical speeches leave something to be desired. Serrano is really good at constructing grand mythologies. He doesn’t seem to be nearly so good at the other trappings of fiction.
After reading this book I am convinced that Serrano is capable of unlocking several locks if the reader is willing to look for the keys. I will definitely pay a lot more attention to his other works. A master.
Book is actually 3 separate surreal stories through the ages; one in somewhat ancient india, priestesses and gurus; another in middle age europe, knights, castles, and holy union; 18th century hyperborea, secret orders and spiritual union beyond death; which all sort of interrelate.
Not for everyone, but for the limited audience that can appreciate the more mystical work of the esoteric right. There is a feeling of deja vu when I read Serrano's mystical output. They say the world is directed by symbolism and I think there is something subconscious that is activated by his writing. Hitler had referred to himself as a somnambulist, and there is something about that I can appreciate.
Un comienzo muy abrupto para mí gusto, especialmente para un libro tan complicado como uno de Miguel Serrano. Sus ideas no son meramente esotéricas sino que contienen un bagaje de conocimientos de todo tipo y una pequeña introducción hubiera sido necesaria. Parte I del libro me gustó por su tinte Hinduista y la representación erótica del amor. Parte II del libro habla de esta suerte de transcendencia amorosa, presente tanto en el futuro como en el pasado, mezclado con la fe del cátaro. La última parte es un buen final. on la representación idílica de El/ella. La Mezcla que germina la vida sobre La tierra. Además la representación del árbol genealógico y el amor por su difunta impone una idea gnóstica de la vida q me enorgullece mucho. Muy buen libro
I thought this would be an interesting synthesis of Hesse's abraxas themes and South American erudition. It's not. It's too absurd to be taken seriously as a spiritual doctrine, it lacks the poetry of mythology, and even as a straightforward fantasy tale it falls woefully short with its empty characters, stilted prose, and extremely convoluted plot. I can only imagine Serrano wrote this under the influence of extremely disorienting psychotropics.
کتابی بدون زمان و مکان ، فراتر از ابعاد انسانی چه در عشق و چه در زندگی .. فکر میکنم تمام اتفاقات در مراقبه افتاد ، انسان بیش از اندازه عظیم است و درونش دنیایی عظیم تر وجود دارد که تنها راه دستیابی به ان مراقبه است بعد از خواندن فصل دوم به سفر در زمان فکر میکردم ،که در این لحظه تمام لحظات وجود دارند و توانایی دستیابی به انرا داریم همونطور که گفت گویی زنگ هایی در دنیاهایی بسته به صدا در می ایند ..