Like a vaporous air bubble, like a ballerina, like a dancing girl from India dressed in green reeds, she flew away from HE-SHE. He saw her leave crossing through his Wound, to fall infinitely head down with her golden hair and floating veils stirred by the astral winds towards the regions of total silence beginning to turn there and waste away amid the dominions of Kronos, prisoner of the Cycle of Eternal Return, this law of gravity that here rules, Kalpa after Kalpa, Manvantaras and Yugas. He saw her lose the freshness of Asgard, and always asking, wanting to know, with a lighted lamp in her hand. And He could not resist her. With a portion of himself, he also crossed through the Wound and went down in search of her, so as not to leave her there so alone, accompanying her, because his Honour is called Loyalty and because He cannot go on without her. And he was Xristos in search of Sophia, Wisdom, and he was Baldur crucified and he was Wotan who sent there for his son Baldur. And he hurried through the vast spaces, through demiurgic extension with open arms head down in this Battlefield like the Ir Rune, Death, and wielding a sword strongly. Each were seeking the other, pursuing, without drawing together, turning through those enormous empty spaces wanting as well to face the Enemy who had already made them prisoners without their knowing it. They turned with the Swastika of Exodus, that of the loss of Celestial Asgard, the First Hyperborea of the Green Thunderbolt. As we have said, only a part of Him abandoned the pre-Cosmic Egg of the pre-Universe, Green Asgard. But this part of Him could not entirely fit down here below because it was too great: He
was Wotan, a God who came from beyond the stars. Because of this Someone, the greater part of Himself, had to remain waiting like on the edge of a Fountain without moving and contemplating his own Drama as if from outside of Himself without being able to intervene like the Paralytic of Eternity, like a Time in Reserve, or like the Ultimate Battalion. The Einherier. And the same happens with the She of SHE-HE, only in reverse. She sees a part of her He fall away as well with the Ir Rune, head down and with open arms. She will also go out searching for him, carrying a Lamp in her hand, pure Uncreated Light. Nor does she go out entirely, having left behind the principal part of Herself in the pre-Cosmic Egg. She is Freya. As they descend from the heavens through rarefied spaces they go decreasing their essences, further dividing them, forming regiments, command centers, families, family houses, lineages, which are One, that are they themselves, the same God, the same Baldur, the same Wotan, the same Goddess Freya. Because only thus can they fit in. And in such a way that each time it is more difficult for Him to recognize his her and for Her to recognize her him with the essence of their identity divided and shared among many, so that He could love them all without being unfaithful, since, in each one he finds a portion of his her. And only in the accumulated intensity of One Alone reaching the highest pitch of the soul. He will recognize and reincorporate her. As we have said: the she that breaks away from HE-SHE lacks ontological reality, being moreover a small part of the total She from the Yang Egg. She (the feminine principle within the man) is not strong enough by herself to be empowered in the demiurgic Universe. In SHE-HE the same occurs, only in the opposite way, since the Yin predominates. Her eternity can only be rescued, reincorporated in Him. Only thus will it be achieved. And through the initiatory practices of Magic Love, A-Mor. It is enough that a single she is saved in He for all the others to be saved with her.
This is one of the highest Mysteries of our cosmogony.
