Close this door!
Your mind is at risk of being intoxicated. I understand well that, for others, it will be like a torch on the horizon, and they will discover a science with absolute reason and hidden legendary cavities. To you, who are only a suspicious and absurd seeker of chaotic tales, you are still in time to close the eternal truth and die under the auspices of ignorance.

Dare not to listen to me and leave this place.!!

Those who seek beyond themselves, be ready to see what once happened in the regions where the laws of the atom conquer neither matter nor substance... Where some dark labyrinth gave birth to the first putative legends, to see a new life in memory of oblivion and to approach the memory of the first stay.

Science is the absolute and complete possession of truth. Thus, the wise men of all times have trembled before this absolute and terrible word. They have all feared to arrogate to themselves the first privilege of divinity by attributing to themselves science, and so they have contented themselves, in the place of the verb "to know," with which knowledge is expressed, and in the place of the word science, they have adopted "gnosis," which only indicates the idea of knowledge by intuition.

Man knows nothing... and yet he is cursed with the condemnation of knowing everything. How much more can he endure without losing himself?What does man know, indeed?

Where the petty will of man projects itself, he calls it infinity. Word that does not describe nothing!no account nothing!but affirms the prosperous and coming of the infinite ruler. This forbidden knowledge has been for man as a cure and, at the same time, a lethal dream. Only to live life and die, he will never approach to adulterate his wine nor to sacrifice his god among the dead to put an end to this known finite.

"There are names that should never have been uttered, kings of ill-balanced powers... fragments of something older than time itself."
Lawless, unrestricted by substance... Beyond ice and storms, in explosions of unknown and forgotten galaxies that appeared in the beginning.

The damned polarities cry out saying:
"I will spread my folds and cast my shadow."
Out of those shadows emerged giants who said:
"We are kings!"

They had hidden, starting the night in chaos, and disappeared.
Thus, on the horizon, God appears. We will call him "the Luminous Head"the head that sickened a mankind that proclaims its "God."the regulating sun of our emotions and thoughts.

When the night was allowed to exist, the stars appeared.
Among them, one, almost equal to the uncontaminated God.
And he wanted to... or rather, a contrary to Himlike Him.
But even that light was absorbed by the giddiness of the vacuum, harmonizing and governing the forces of the primitive law of antimatter.

Everything, completely everything, covered the orb, as if it were a pestilent cloud, creator of the illusory and the palpable. As a symbol of the record of the first existing things, he rehearsed, in a certain way, the prison he wanted to give to the created spirits.

-Do you want to submit to the law? -said the Luminous Head to the Shadowy Face.
The Shadowy Face replied:
-It is just... submitting yourself to it.
Triggered by the truth and created, according to the stories, by the Luminous Head, the Shadowy Face affirmed:
-The law of supreme reason needs God, and thus regulates their freedom. It is necessary and reasonable for those trapped in illusion.

The Shadowy Face, as luminous as herself, or perhaps more beautiful than the light, exclaimed:
-I am of the imperishable substances, without rules or laws. From me escape millions of sparks, and I foretell the future of the worlds. Under the yoke of your subjection, neither the universe nor the suns will be ruled.

The Shining Head darkened his countenance.
Exalting herself, she excommunicated her own creation, forging a world of perpetual darkness for herself.
The Shadowy Face smiled inwardly... To manifest the truth, doubt has been made possible.

If the strength of Satan not stop the spear of MiguelThe power of the angel would be lost in the void or would be manifested by an infinite and ineffable explosion, directed from above and below. And if, in turn, Michael did not stop it in its ascension, the Dark Mirror would have ascended to devour the Light... but the Light, in its arrogance, threw itself into the abyss before its reflection could reach it.

Many and multiform are the dark horrors that have infested the Earth since its origins.

They sleep under the immovable rock, they grow with the tree from its roots, they stir under the sea and in the subterranean regions. They inhabit the sacred redoubts. When their time comes, they spring from the sepulcher of proud bronze or the humble earthen pit. Some have been known to man since ancient times.

Some are whispered in the feverish ravings of the elderly. Others have been erased from all memory... But their time will come, and when it does, no wall of reason can contain them.
Others remain unknown... until the terrible day of their revelation. Perhaps the most dreadful and atrocious have not yet manifested themselves because of the eagerness of those who seek them.

But among those who emerged some time ago...
Among those who have evidenced their unavoidable presence, there is one who, by his supreme filth, cannot be named: "The offspring that the secret dwellers of the crypts have engendered in mankind."

The straight line is impossible to bring to the texts.
There are weak beings, NOT INITIATEDthat they should never I KNOW…
Only for a few is the hidden and evil truth...
Truth that will help them in their daily struggle...
And, above all... THEREFORE, DO NOT BEND DOWN.