The Three Mountains: The Return to the Light, Book I

By Olivia P Cabral

The Three Mountains is a book on Esoteric Science. It's a Research done on an 'Entrance Door'that exists in a parallel Dimension. The door opens into a Path towards Superior Aeons or Realms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781447658719

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THE THREE MOUNTAINS

THE RETURN TO THE LIGHT

THE FIRST MOUNTAIN

(Part one)

By

Olivia Paola Cabral

Copyright 2010 Olivia P Cabral

ISBN 978-1-4461-3830-4

Preface

THE GREAT WAY IS NOT HARD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NO PREFERENCES…

The beginnings…

Why have I written this book?

For a long time I was looking for the Real Meaning of Life on Earth. After my dear friends passed away, I felt alone and nothing on Earth had a meaning anymore. I realized my life span was equally short and I wanted to know what to do with The Time I was given on Earth before my own Life would end as well.

I started to search for a "DOOR that opens up to BEYOND" this life on Earth. And in my search I found a PATH that a Master called Samael Aun Weor had left written for this Humanity before he passed away. He called this Path "The Three Mountains" and that’s why I chose the same name for my book in honour to his memory.

This Path has always existed but it is not easily seen because it lies in a Parallel Dimension called The Astral. But one can see it by Awakening The Conscience. The reason why people haven’t seen it is because all of Humanity lies in a deep, deep sleep… (The Master’s own words)

The Path leads the disciple across a range of Mountains and ends with the Entrance to the Absolute or Great Light where only eternal Bliss reigns and we become free from the cycle of Death and Re-Birth that exists in this Valley of Pain and Suffering. The Journey is a long one as the disciple is submitted to rigorous tests of Purification. To extirpate what is Earthly in us is needed for our transformation into a Man or Woman clothed in Heavenly Vestures of Light.

The Path is open to anyone for only one reason: There are many people in this world who are awaiting LIBERATION and are looking for THE REAL MEANING OF THEIR LIVES ON EARTH…They may be men or women who, like myself, have been lost for years living without purpose or understanding the meaning of their own existence on Earth. Just waiting for a SIGN or MESSAGE from Heaven to start THE PATH OF THE THREE MOUNTAINS…

I hope this book will be a guide for those who want to attempt to do the Path.

Olivia P. Cabral

I dedicate this book to my mum Amelia, my sister Vanesa and all those who are on ‘The Path’ fighting for Freedom, Love and Light in their lives.

INTRODUCTION

I owe this book to two Masters: Victor Manuel Gomez Rodriguez known as Master Samael Aun Weor and Joaquin Amortegui Balbuena or Master Rabolu. Both left their teachings in writing but they can also be consulted in the Astral Dimension after having passed away. In fact, I came across the teachings of the Three Mountains after Master Rabolu had closed all Gnostic Centres in the world and later disincarnated in the year 2000.

The rumour was that the centres were not doing any good anymore to people who attended them. Students were not working on themselves, there was laziness and nobody was changing, improving internally. They were in a stagnant situation of utter self-comfort.

I thought there was no more possibility for me to try to study in one of the centres and be a disciple. I simply felt I had arrived too late, the doors were closed and felt it was unfair of God to have forgotten me, who wanted to try and attempt to do the Path across the Mountains…

In a letter sent from Colombia, I got to know the last piece of news about Master Rabolu’s wishes:

"Hereby, we return your mail fulfilling the wishes of Master Rabolu: ‘that every unclassified letter should be returned to his/her owner’ after the Master’s disincarnating on Saturday 8th January 2000."

"Although physically we cannot ask him for information, we still can IN THE ASTRAL WORLD address ourselves esoterically and receive his guidance and teachings. Practising seriously the chapter about ‘the Astral unfolding’, left in his book HERCOLUBUS OR RED PLANET."

He also said:

"Whenever a negative thought comes to one, we have to ask our Divine Mother its disintegration. Like this, little by little we will be transforming ourselves and we will be transforming our daily living. Those are the ones who truly reach ‘Exodus’, the ones who work under these conditions, but seriously and at every moment".

"The astral unfolding is vital. The one who starts doing ‘astral projections’ can guide himself and goes preparing himself to guide others, that’s what Humanity needs, ‘guides’. In this way, go forward with these teachings that will help Humanity greatly."

My work is based on the writings of Master Rabolu called: THE REBEL EAGLE, CHRISTMAS MESSAGE 1992-1993 and the books of Master Samael. When I read their books with instructions about how to do ‘The Path of the Three Mountains’, it was as if my whole life had found its real meaning for the first time. I had in my hands the road map from the beginning to the end of the Three Mountains.

"The Master advises the study of the teachings, listen very carefully, Study, however it is the case of many people who read but do not Study. This means that it can take a long time to study a book in depth and to reach Understanding and once we have understood, we move to Practice."

We should read paragraph by paragraph, not chapter by chapter, and study them, going deeper and not be content with what has been understood because the Ego never understands real things, but we must put it into Practice in our daily lives, at every moment.

This is what I have done with the teachings in order to achieve Knowledge. As long as people only work with Theory, they are only parrots talking of what they do not know, and here we want people with Knowledge out of their own real experience."

By Master Rabolu.

I carried the Gnostic books of the Masters with me from one place to another. I needed to study them, to re-read bits and pieces, to try to understand every explanation in its depth and even then, I felt it difficult to understand them completely. There was too much information to digest and in order not to lose my main target, I decided to simplify things (and leave many teachings for later interpretation and understanding, things that were out of my hands at that time).

I decided to stick myself to the key rules that are used all throughout the Three Mountains: The Three Factors: to be Born, to Die and the Sacrifice for Humanity.

"The religion of Love is apart from all religions: For Lovers the only religion and creed is God"

"One must be a Rebel against oneself, against everything… ‘Be the Rebel Eagle.’ One must be one hundred revolutionary against your-self, against things of the world. It is not convenient to Nature that we AWAKE… Nature is used to dominating us, it is used to setting "the rules" and when we become free, then We come to control and dominate Nature. And she does not like it, she resents it, because we are an organism she misses, we are molecules… and she resents losing us. That’s why Nature puts toys in front of our eyes, like children. All things in the world are toys that Nature gives us to entertain us so we don’t remember to fight to Liberate ourselves… To stake the last card, because we need to stake our lives and whatever is needed to reach Liberation, otherwise we won’t get anything. Nothing is reached in a passive way… nothing." Master Samael wrote books to reach WISDOM but he didn’t give us wisdom itself He gave us The Keys but each one of us has to reach Wisdom with his/her own efforts."

Venerable Master Rabolu

CHAPTER 1

THE MONADS

Posadas, Misiones Argentina 1981

Mum!

Mm…?

What does it feel to die? Does it hurt?

I still remember that moment when I asked her this question. She received a conscious shock and thought carefully how to give me an answer. I was only seven years old… I was lying on her bed, it was a Saturday night and we were reading the books she had brought from the School library for my brother and I. My dad was never at home on the weekends, he was always working in the interior of my Province Misiones, selling goods to all the small shops.

She looked at me and said:

You see, Pao… it doesn’t hurt she replied and continued her explanation:

I know the story of two swans that were in love with each other. One day, as they were flying in the sky towards a valley across the mountains two hunters fired their guns at them and they received the impact on their chests.

And what happened to them? I asked…

The swans only heard the guns fire but they didn’t feel anything… Only when they looked at their wings again, they realised something was different…"

What…?

Their wings were transparent, with luminous feathers! They kept flying now towards the mountains but everything around them was distinctively beautiful, like Paradise…

Buenos Aires, Argentina 1986

You go with Pao to the Operation room, my mum whispered to my dad…

But don’t cry so that she doesn’t start to cry…

I was twelve years old when a doctor in my hometown discovered my heart was too big and I needed an urgent operation or I would die. My mum and I had travelled to the Capital where such big operations were done. My dad and brother had come to join us before I entered the Operation Theatre…

We were given a room to share with another boy who had travelled from Patagonias, the very south of Argentina to be operated from his heart too. His grandmother came to see him often and was sympathetic for my situation too. A few days before my operation, she grabbed my hand and gathering inner strength, she put a little blue book on my palm, and said:

If you believe in God, you’ll live

Keep it close to you always, put it under your pillow and read it every time you need advice. She smiled, turned around and left.

I looked at her in silence as she left all of the sudden with wet eyes. Then, I opened the book with curiosity: it was a New Testament! I looked at the pictures of Jesus and I put it under my pillow as she had said…

As the days drew close, everybody grew sad, I didn’t know my operation was serious and I could die… On the big day of my operation, nurses, staff from the hospital and everybody I met came to say hello or goodbye, I wasn’t sure… and to wish me success with the operation with a smiling face.

My mum was calm but silent. My dad didn’t last long before he started dropping tears and crying hopelessly. The nurse asked him to leave me finally as he was crying by my side. I gave him my little book to keep it while I was going inside for my operation.

It was a grey room, the nurse made me sit upright and I only remember feeling the needle of the injection with anaesthesia on my spine, lying down on the bed and slowly darkness came slowly all around.

In the middle of that darkness, I fought to remain awake, I wanted to open my eyes again as, like any child, I didn’t like the darkness… and suddenly, something strange happened: I simply woke up. But I wasn’t in my body, no… I was floating in the middle of the room, very high near the ceiling and I was sitting in a crossed legged position like when people meditate…

Suddenly, I was awake and fully conscious! I started to look around me, under me and above me, asking myself:

"Where am I? What am I doing? And wondering, above all, what was happening around me that I was suspended on air like astronauts in space.

When I looked down, I saw there was a huge distance to the floor. I was floating high up but couldn’t see the ceiling. When I looked up, I saw a huge bright light with rays coming down on me and when I looked around, I saw my mum and my dad looking at me from a distance and waving their hands happily at me. I felt comfortable when I saw my parents, as there was nothing to be afraid of anymore, in spite of being suspended in the air.

I felt a pull and I felt like falling smoothly down into my own body, which was underneath me. I saw myself entering it like a crystal, transparent spirit that lives in a body of flesh, of matter, in the so-called body-prison.

It’s only a piece of clothing as the Masters say. The Crystal Spirit that lives inside is what matters…

Many years later…

8th January 2002 Buenos Aires, Argentina

Once more, my mum and I were travelling by plane to the big Capital of Buenos Aires from my small hometown Posadas, in the Misiones Province, North West of Argentina. The plane was rather a small aeroplane. I was sitting near the window as I wanted to see all the eucalyptus and pine trees from the air for the last time and the typical red colour of the soil of my Province, the only land in the whole Argentina known as: "The Province of the Red Soil."

Just before landing, a torrential rain caught us and the aeroplane started to swirl in the air at the mercy of the wind and the heavy rain. People were praying as they feared for their lives. We could crash, it was again an encounter with death for me: "We never know when DEATH comes to take us but we know HE will come someday, specially when we do not expect him." People’s face turn white at the thought of it, even those who say they are not afraid to die, nonetheless, at the moment of death, nobody wants to die…The aeroplane landed safely and most passengers were still trembling on the ground.

We stayed at an old fashioned hotel-room with a typical balcony that overlooks the High Street. The day had been long and extremely hot. My mum went to bed at about nine and soon she was asleep. I couldn’t sleep. The memory of people’s fear on the plane kept me awake in shock and still shaking somehow. I was afraid… I got up from the bed and opened the doors to the balcony. The night was fresh, I could see some cars passing by and a starry night. I remember I wanted to cry of fear for many dear friends who had passed away and had to face Death alone, like each one of us will do some day. I prayed until the fear left me…

The next day I was leaving my country, my home, my family and everything I had for a voice in my heart that was telling me to do so. My mind was telling me it was silly but my heart was still encouraging me to be brave and do what I had to do.

I couldn’t help feeling fear, going into the unknown all on my own. Years had passed but I still kept the little book the old Lady had given me before I entered the operation room when I was only twelve. I took the little book and pressed it against my heart…

"I will trust and follow you."

"Please God, don’t leave me alone because this, what I’m doing now looks very crazy."

I looked at the stars in the sky as I felt God was up there looking down at me and I was here very far away in this Valley of Tears.

I went back to the bed. My mum was sound asleep and I felt a strong wind starting to blow outside, a storm was coming... The next morning was excellent. The storm had cleared the air and washed everything. It was sunny but not hot and we went to see the Obelisk monument. I took a photo of my mum in front of the Spanish Don Quixote de la Mancha statue. She looked young and fresh, still a rose not touch by time… We were very happy that day walking in the streets of the Great Buenos Aires but time, as always, is not in our hands and it passed by so quickly…

At Buenos Aires’ Airport I was saying goodbye to her, the woman who shaped me and taught me all she could about life. The plane to Denmark was already waiting for passengers to board. My heart felt heavy at leaving her… I was 26 then and had just finished University as a Teacher of English. Unlike other girls in my hometown, I had not found my match to marry, get settled and live a happy life.

I looked at her one last time and crossed to the boarding side. From now on, I somehow knew I would lead my own life, and that I would not come back to her arms for protection anymore…With a few steps, I crossed passport control and it was done. I felt I left home forever…I looked at my tickets and left before she could see I started to cry.

"She is never happy at home and she doesn’t know what she wants in life".

My mum would always say this to my dad and my brother about me. True, I didn’t know why God had given me my life back, I needed to find ‘the real meaning of life, of why we are here’. Therefore, I was truly unhappy, I always felt there was ‘something’ else, ‘something superior in life to discover and to live for.’

I could never attach myself to anything or anybody… I was leaving home determined to find my Path and not to come back until I have found it in the end…

"Don’t come back until you have found your happiness, remember there’s nothing here for you," my mum said one last time…

She knew she had to let me go. I was leaving behind what I had built for years with much efforts: An English Institute I had opened ten years ago with a colleague of mine, my law studies at the Nordeste University and my two jobs… Teaching English on TV, in a children’s programme called ‘The Fifth Foot of the Cat’ and teaching English Literature in a small town in the north of my Province called Eldorado.

But my questionings about life had become more intense in my everyday life before my departure…Furthermore, the death of my dear friends changed my view of life altogether. It was as if suddenly, people I cared for started to leave me and I didn’t know where they were going… Rocio, my beautiful 15 year old student died in a plane crash on her way to see her granny who lived in Buenos Aires. Just the night before, she came to the English Institute to say goodbye to all of us and we never imagined she was leaving us forever…

Then, our dear teacher Pupe, a friend of mine who worked at the Institute came with the sad news she had been diagnosed with cancer. Her mother had died of cancer too and now she had it… I visited her one day and she told me she wanted to go to Brazil and visit her dad before it was too late for her. I didn’t ask her anything, but with a single look at me she said:

"I’m prepared for leaving…" That was the last time I spoke with her.

Three months later, so soon, we all lamented her death… My mum recalled having had a dream where she saw teacher Pupe dressed in white, playing with her little sister, entering a house and closing a white door behind her.

Later, Rodrigo, my little student of only eight years old and my favourite actor on the TV Programme died in a car crash. Strangely, he too, came to say goodbye to me as he was about to travel with his grandparents to the interior of the Province to spend New Year at their home. The police later reported that Rodrigo was sleeping at the back of the car when the accident happened. He never felt anything, he never woke up again… His body was found intact on the back seat as if he was still sleeping, like an angel boy.

All these deaths happened in one year, one after the other and with each one, my life was more and more meaningless. I saw life was too precious to waste it in ascending in any Society with titles, degrees and economic rewards when Death had passed so near me many times near me as if laughing and taking away the lives of my beloved friends but without touching me… yet!

I decided to leave and look for the meaning of my life… why was I here and why are we here for? What are we meant to do? I knew my life and each one of us in life has a duty or a purpose to fulfill here on Earth…

What are we meant to do with the time that is given to us here on Earth before we are taken away too?

What is Gnosis?

GNOSIS has been defined as "discovering the Truth of all things through Revelation". But in order to do so one must first acquire knowledge of One’s self, for it is only by means of Self-Knowledge that the Truth is attained, which is none other than God.

"Knowledge is that which takes you to its source"

But how does one acquire this Self-Knowledge? Certainly not by means of the Intellect, for its powers are severely limited, and the ordinary or external knowledge which we can acquire proves only burdensome to us:

God has said: ‘Like an ass laden with his books’: Burdensome is the knowledge that is not from Himself.

Self-Knowledge can be acquired in one way alone: by the experience of travelling on a Spiritual Path, as it is called. But it is not advisable to pursue this Path alone; a Spiritual Guide or Master is essential:

Choose a Master, for without one this journey is exceedingly full of woe, fear and danger. Choose an Escort, do not, then travel alone on a Way that you have not seen at all. Do not turn your head away from the Guide.

Book: ‘The Origins of Persian Gnosis’

Buenos Aires International Airport January 2001

"You have to go now, there’s nothing else I can teach you. I have taught you all I know…" My mum kept saying.

At the departure point, she kissed me, turned and left with her hands covering her face in tears. I was hoping to see her once more and may be I would have changed my mind about this crazy idea of leaving in search of ‘my Path…’

She, instead, chose to stay near the huge window of the Airport until the plane took off. At that moment, she said she cried when she saw a bird fly high up in the sky and departed alone like me.

Untitled poem:

People gone and

Lost in time…

Who will remember them?

When time has passed?

Shall the wind speak of them?

Or the trees reveal whom they saw?

And what they heard?

Who will in time,

Even remember the faces gone?

Let each one of us,

Just live our lives

Let each one of us

Look for one’s own

happiness…

Olivia P. Cabral

The Monads

For, as the Ancient Teaching was, moral-discipline and courage and every virtue, not even excepting Wisdom itself, all is ‘Purification’.

So, we may justly say, a soul becomes ugly – by something foisted upon it, by sinking itself… by a fall… a descent into body, into Matter. The dishonour of the Soul is in ceasing to be clean and apart. Gold is degraded when it is mixed with earthy particles; if these be worked out, the gold is left and is beautiful, isolated from all that is foreign, gold with gold alone. And so the Soul; let it be but cleared of the desires that come by its too intimate converse with the body, emancipated from all the passions, purged of all that embodiment has thrust upon it, withdrawn, a solitary, to itself again – in that moment the ugliness that came only from the alien is stripped away.

Hence the Mysteries with good reason adumbrate the immersion of the unpurified in filth… since the unclean loves filth for its very filthiness, and swine foul of body find their joy in foulness…

The Soul thus cleansed is all Idea and Reason, wholly free of body, intellective, entirely of that Divine Order from which the wellspring of Beauty rises and all the race of Beauty.

"… And it is just to say that in the Soul’s becoming a good and beautiful thing is its becoming like to God, for from the Divine comes all the Beauty and all the Good in beings…. For the Soul, a Divine Thing, a fragment as it were of the Primal Beauty, makes beautiful to the fullness of their capacity all things whatsoever that it grasps and moulds."

Therefore we must ascend again towards the Good, the desired of every Soul. Anyone that has seen This, knows what I intend when I say that it is beautiful. Even the desire of it is to be desired as a Good. To attain it is for those that will take The Upward Path, who will set all their forces towards it, who will divest themselves (get rid) of all that we have put on in our descent: so, to those that approach The Holy Celebrations of the Mysteries, there are appointed purifications and the laying aside of the garments worn before, and the entry in nakedness-until, passing, on the Upward Way, all that is other than the God, each in the solitude of himself shall behold that solitary-dwelling Existence, the apart, the Unmingled, The Pure… And one that shall know this vision – with what passion of love shall he not be seized… what longing to be molten into one with This, what wondering delight!

But what must we do? How lies The Path? …

Let us flee then to ‘The Beloved Fatherland’: this is the soundest counsel. But what is this flight?

The Fatherland to us is There whence we have come, and There is The Father. What then is our course, what the manner of our flight? This is not a journey for the feet, the feet bring us only from land to land; nor need you think of coach or ship to carry you away; all this order of things you must set aside and refuse to see: you must close the eyes and call instead upon another vision which is to be waked within you, a vision, the birth-right of all, which few turn to use.

And this Inner vision, what is its operation?

But how are you going to see into a virtuous Soul and know its loveliness?

"Withdraw yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet, act as does the creator of a statue that is to be made beautiful: he cuts away here, he smoothes there, he makes this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon his work. So do you also: cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labour to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiselling your statue, until there shall shine out on you from it the GODLIKE SPLENDOUR of virtue, until you shall see the perfect goodness surely established in the stainless shrine."

When you know that you have become this ‘Perfect Work’, when you are selfgathered in the purity of your Being, nothing now remaining that can shatter that inner unity…

When you find yourself wholly that only veritable Light which is not measured by space… but ever immeasurable as something greater than all measure and more than all quantity – when you perceive that you have grown to this, you are now become very vision: now call up all your confidence, strike forward yet a step – you need a guide no longer – strain, and see.

This is the only eye that sees mighty Beauty. If the eye that adventures the vision be dimmed by vice, impure, or weak… then it sees nothing… Never did eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.

Therefore, first let each become GODLIKE and each beautiful who cares to see God and Beauty…. The Primal Good and the Primal Beauty have the One dwelling –place and, thus, always, Beauty’s seat is There.

‘The First Ennead’

by Plotinus

Questions and Answers given by Master Rabolu

Question: Master, we know that free will exists in each one of us, but what determines that one Monad in a person looks for Mastery and Freedom while the Monads in other people don’t, when the origin is the same?

Master: The origin is the same: The Absolute or Great Consciousness but let’s say… you have many children, you send them all to school. One is interested in acquiring a grade and learning while others are not interested. They return as illiterate as when you sent them. They return completely ignorant. Here, it happens exactly and precisely in the same way with this. No one can force a person and his Essence/ Monad to carry out the Revolution of the Conscience, no-one, because that is untouchable. Then, they leave it up to their own free will. Aren’t they interested? No, they are not interested.

The Absolute or Great Consciousness emanates such a creation. The Monads of ours are released as well from this Cosmic Egg that we call Absolute. In their descent, Monads gradually divide into particles and each particle accomplishes a mission within us.

Why do they descend? In order to Awaken the Consciousness, rise from the sleeping State Humanity is in. The Monad comes out of the Absolute unconscious. Then, the descent into this world of matter is a whole experience or learning process. In its arrival here, to the physical world with its 48 laws, it needs to start its journey back, to ascend again to its point of Origin.

"This journey is only possible for each Monad by making us carry out the Revolution of the Conscience."

With the Inner Work carried out, the Monad goes accumulating ‘Light in himself’ or ‘Consciousness’ and starts its ‘Awakening’ as it starts its ascension back to the Absolute. This Inner Work is carried out when we tread: The Path of The Three Mountains. At the end of the First Mountain, the Monad acquires Three Primary Forces called: Atman, Buddhi and Manas. Then, in the Second Mountain, the person crystallizes in himself the Three Superior Forces: The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit. And in the Third Mountain, these forces are reduced to the Unity to enter finally "The Great Consciousness or Absolute."

In this way the Monad gradually gathers its different particles back in itself until it reaches the Unity. Then, as pure Light or wholly Awakened, it becomes part of this Great Conscience, The Absolute. Otherwise it would return unconscious and asleep, having learnt nothing here on Earth.

The problem lies here on Earth. As we come

Reviews for The Three Mountains

[Dawn · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Beautifully served to a world that needs Love and Light. Much Thanks to author