Ç áíáöïñÜ êáé ç áðüäïóç óôï amorc ôçò éäéüôçôÜò ôçò óÝêôáò, ðñïöáíþò åßíáé Ýíáò âáñýò ÷áñáêôçñéóìüò.
ÁëëÜ ìÜëëïí öáßíåôáé íá ôçí áðïäÝ÷åôáé ôï amorc, ãéáôß óôçí óõíÝíôåõîç ðïõ Ýäùóå ï ìåãÜëïò äéäÜóêáëïò ôçò Áããëßáò Sven Johansson, óôéò 2 Áðñéëßïõ ôï 2002 óôïí Damian Thompson êáé âñßóêåôáé áíáñôçìÝíç óôçí éóôïóåëßäá nthposition.com, êáíåßò áðü ôï amorc äåí áíôÝäñáóå, åéäéêÜ ìå ôïí ôßôëï "
The joy of sects".
ÐáñáèÝôïõìå ôï äçìïóéïãñáöéêü Üñèñï ðïõ âñßóêåôáé óôçí çëåêôñïíéêÞ äéåýèõíóç
http://www.nthposition.com/joyofsects.php êáé ðáñáêáëïýìå êÜðïéïí ößëï (Trithemius) íá êÜíåé ôçí ìåôÜöñáóç.
The joy of sects
by Damian Thompson
[ strangeness - april 02 ]
At noon every day, in a manor house in the middle of the Ashdown Forest in East Sussex, members of a mystical order file into a tiny, quasi-Masonic temple. In semi-darkness they perform esoteric rites which they believe stretch back three thousand years to the Pharaohs.
Further north, towards the Surrey border, the owners of another manor house wire themselves up to electric meters whose flickering needles register the innermost depths of the psyche. They, too, believe that they have uncovered the secrets of the past; only theirs date back billions of years to a cosmic catastrophe.
Twenty miles away in the village of Robertsbridge, bearded men in lumberjack shirts and women in peasant headscarves are walking silently through the narrow streets. They do not swear, smoke, watch television or marry outsiders. When Christ returns, they believe, everyone will live like them.
Down on the Sussex coast, meanwhile, the occupants of yet another manor house do battle with demons: evil spirits of illness and sexual obsession which, when commanded to leave, come wheezing out of the body in the form of a cough or an involuntary bark.
There is something about the soil of East Sussex which allows even the most exotic religions to take root and flower. Little pockets of cultic and fundamentalist belief are sprinkled right across the county, in far greater profusion than in any other part of the British Isles. Once you wake up to this fact, the evidence is everywhere: a glimpse of a Mormon temple through the trees, the polished buttons on a Scientologist uniform, a nervous headline about exorcists in the local newspaper. But why is this reserved and surprisingly desolate county so drawn to the joy of sects?
The question has puzzled me for ages, and for the last few weeks I have been travelling around East Sussex in an attempt to answer it. My journey began, however, not in Sussex but in a dingy outbuilding of the London School of Economics. Inform, a Home Office-funded religious information service, is the only place in Britain which supplies reliable computerised data about groups which society labels cults or sects. "Just punch in Sussex," said the information officer. The result: 32 hits, as opposed to 19 for Hampshire and just 15 for Yorkshire.
This is a selection of what you can find in Sussex: Rosicrucians, Druids, Scientologists, Anthroposophists, the Bruderhof, the Divine Light Mission, The Institute of Universal Light, and Pagans. Where should I start? The Rosicrucian file looked promising. It contained press cuttings of $3.5 million embezzlement charges against a former leader of the Order; some delightfully naff publicity leaflets ("Please send me a free copy of 'The Mastery of Life'. I am sincere in my wish to learn more about my cosmic connections"); and tantalising photographs of a manor house hidden away in the woods. Feeling a tiny prickle of apprehension, I picked up the telephone, dialled the number and asked for the Grand Master.
The Ashdown Forest is a sadly threadbare affair, its luxuriant oaks torn down by Henry VIII for naval timber and never replaced. But it still has a wild, overgrown feel to it: according to Lowerson's Short History of Sussex, its hamlets have "the ragged appearance of poorly-organised frontier towns". It is certainly uncharted territory for my taxi driver, who stops for directions four times before turning into a dense estate of Scots pines. The sign at the entrance says "AMORC": the Ancient Mystical Order Rosae Crucis.
Greenwood Gate, built at the turn of the century, is Hollywood's idea of an Elizabethan manor: half-timbered gables, cavernous fireplaces, a galleried great hall. The only snow of the winter has fallen during the night. A middle-aged lady ushers me into an old kitchen. It is far too cold to take off my overcoat.
A man with a grey-flecked beard comes bustling in, glasses swinging from a cord. "Sorry about the temperature," he says. "We've run out of oil, and these leaded windows..." He is Sven Johansson, a former computer programmer who discovered Rosicrucianism through a Rhodesian women's magazine. Now he is Grand Master of Europe, the Middle East and Africa.
He tells me that Rosicrucianism originated when the Pharaoh Thutmose III ordered all the wisest people in the world to come to Luxor. From there it spread to the desert Essenes, to Moorish Spain and the alchemists of medieval Europe. "Quite how it survived we don't pretend to know," says Sven. "Our members were burnt as witches during the Inquisition, so we adopted the clothes of the day, dressing as shoemakers or priests or farmers." (He is wearing a woolly jumper and trainers.) The essence of Rosicrucianism, explains Sven, is the relationship between matter and spirit: "Whatever operates in the material world operates analogically in realms that are not material." And vice versa.
We stroll into the great hall and sit down on a velvet sofa, sending little puffs of dust into the air. Sven apologises for the fake red roses over the fireplace: they can't afford real ones. So how did they manage to buy this splendid house? "It was bought for us by a Greek shipping magnate. But that was before my time." He jumps up from the sofa. "Wait there while I prepare the Temple," he says. Ten seconds later his voice trails down from the gallery. "You can come up now."
At the top of the staircase, a door swings open. Inside, blue electric lights throw shadows onto a chequered floor. The Grand Master's throne stands in front of a hand-painted mural of the Valley of the Kings. On a triangular altar sits a globe filled with sand from the Egyptian desert. The effect is genuinely imposing. I ask Sven about the daily ritual, but he doesn't seem comfortable talking about it. Do the officers wear Egyptian or medieval robes? "Er, medieval," he says. "Now, have you seen enough?"
On the train back to London, I can feel the melancholy of Greenwood Gate clinging to me like cigar smoke. The Sussex Rosicrucians have seen better days. Since its foundation in California in 1905, AMORC has relied on advertisements and mail order to spread its message. These days, its amiable promises of enlightenment appeal mostly to correspondents from the Third World. No wonder no-one in East Sussex has heard of it. One suspects that AMORC might even welcome a little local notoriety.
Article copyright 2002 Damian Thompson
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Ðáñáôßèåôáé êáé ç ÅëëçíéêÞ êáé ðïëý ðåôõ÷çìÝíç áðüäïóç ôïõ êåéìÝíïõ ðïõ Ýêáíå ï áäåëöüò Trithemius....
"Ôï áðüãåõìá êÜèå çìÝñáò, óå ìßá Ýðáõëç, óôï ìÝóïí ôïõ äÜóïõò ¢óíôáïõí ôïõ áíáôïëéêïý ÓÜóóåî, ìÝëç åíüò ìõóôçñéþäïõò ôÜãìáôïò óõíáèñïßæïíôáé óå Ýíá ìéêñü íáü ðïõ ìïéÜæåé ôåêôïíéêüò óôçí üøç. Óôï çìßöùò åðéôåëïýí åóùôåñéóôéêÝò ôåëåôÝò, ïé ïðïßåò ðéóôåýïõí ðùò áíÜãïíôáé 3.000 ÷ñüíéá ðñéí, óôçí åðï÷Þ ôùí Öáñáþ.
Áêüìç ðéï âüñåéá, ðñïò ôá óýíïñá ôïõ ÓÜññåû, ïé éäéïêôÞôåò ìéáò Üëëçò Ýðáõëçò, óõíäÝïíôáé óå çëåêôñéêïýò ìåôñçôÝò, ôùí ïðïßùí ïé êéíïýìåíåò ãñáößäåò êáôáãñÜöïõí ôá åíäüôåñá ôçò øõ÷Þò ôïõò (çëåêôñïåãêåöáëïãñÜöçìá). Êé åêåßíïé ðéóôåýïõí ðùò Ý÷ïõí áíáêáëýøåé ôá ìõóôéêÜ ôïõ ðáñåëèüíôïò, ìüíï ðïõ ôá äéêÜ ôïõò áíÜãïíôáé äéóåêáôïììýñéá ÷ñüíéá ðßóù, óå ìßá êïóìéêÞ êáôáóôñïöÞ.
Åßêïóé ìßëéá ìáêñéÜ, óôï ÷ùñéü Ñüìðåñôóìðñéôæ, ãåíåéïöüñïé Üíäñåò ìå ðïõêÜìéóá åîåñåõíçôþí êáé ãõíáßêåò ðïõ öïñÜíå ìáíôÞëåò ôïõ ÷ùñéïý ðåñðáôÜíå Þóõ÷á óôïõò óôåíïýò äñüìïõò. Äåí âñßæïõí, äåí êáðíßæïõí, äåí âëÝðïõí ôçëåüñáóç, ïýôå ðáíôñåýïíôáé îÝíïõò. ¼ôáí åðéóôñÝøåé ï ×ñéóôüò, ðéóôåýïõí ðùò üëïé èá æïýíå üðùò åêåßíïé.
Ðéï êÜôù, ðñïò ôçí áêôÞ ôïõ ÓÜóóåî, ïé Ýíïéêïé ìéáò Üëëçò Ýðáõëçò, ìÜ÷ïíôáé ìå äáßìïíåò: äéáâïëéêÜ ðíåýìáôá áóèåíåéþí êáé óåîïõáëéêþí åììïíþí ðïõ üôáí ôïõò äéáôá÷ôåß íá öýãïõí, âãáßíïõí áðü ôá óþìáôá ôùí áóèåíþí áãêïìá÷þíôáò ìå ôç ìïñöÞ åíüò âÞ÷á Þ åíüò áðñüèõìïõ ãáõãßóìáôïò.
ÕðÜñ÷åé êÜôé óôç ãç ôïõ áíáôïëéêïý ÓÜóóåî ðïõ åðéôñÝðåé áêüìá êáé ôéò ðéï ðåñßåñãåò èñçóêåßåò íá âëáóôÞóïõí êáé íá áíèßóïõí. º÷íç ëáôñåßáò êáé öïíôáìåíôáëéóôéêþí ðåðïéèÞóåùí Ý÷ïõí åîáðëùèåß óå üëç ôçí ðåñéï÷Þ, ôüóï åêôåôáìÝíá üóï óå êáíÝíá Üëëï ìÝñïò ôùí Âñåôáíéêþí íÞóùí. Ìüëéò óõíåéäçôïðïéÞóåéò áõôü ôï ãåãïíüò, èá âñåéò áðïäåßîåéò ðáíôïý: ìéá á÷íÞ åéêüíá åíüò íáïý Ìïñìüíùí ìÝóá óôá äÝíôñá, ôá êáëïãõáëéóìÝíá êïõìðéÜ óôç óôïëÞ ôïõ óáúåíôïëüãïõ, Ýíá íåõñéêü äçìïóßåõìá ãéá åîïñêéóôÝò óå ìéá ôïðéêÞ åöçìåñßäá. ¼ìùò ãéáôß áõôÞ ç ðåñéïñéóìÝíç êáé ðåñßåñãá Ýñçìç ðåñéï÷Þ åßíáé ôüóï åðéññåðÞò óôéò óÝ÷ôåò;
ÁõôÞ ç åñþôçóç ìå áðáó÷ïëïýóå ãéá ÷ñüíéá êáé êáôÜ ôéò ôåëåõôáßåò åâäïìÜäåò ôáîßäåøá óôï áíáôïëéêü ÓÜóóåî, óå ìßá ðñïóðÜèåéá íá âñù ôçí áðÜíôçóç. ¼ìùò ôï ôáîßäé ìïõ äåí îåêßíçóå áðü ôï ÓÜóóåî áëëÜ áðü Ýíá óêïôåéíü ðåñéöåñåéáêü êôßñéï ôçò ó÷ïëÞò ïéêïíïìéêþí åðéóôçìþí ôïõ Ëïíäßíïõ. ÐëçñïöïñéáêÜ, Ýíá ìéêñü ãñáöåßï ìå ëßãïõò ïéêïíïìéêïýò ðüñïõò ðïõ ëåéôïõñãåß ùò óýóôçìá èñçóêåõôéêþí ðëçñïöïñéþí, åßíáé ôï ìüíï ìÝñïò óôç Âñåôáíßá ôï ïðïßï ìðïñåß íá óïõ ðáñÜó÷åé áîéüðéóôåò ðëçñïöïñßåò óå çëåêôñïíéêÞ ìïñöÞ, ó÷åôéêÜ ìå ïìÜäåò ôéò ïðïßåò ç êïéíùíßá ôéò ÷áñáêôçñßæåé ùò ìåìïíùìÝíåò ëáôñåßåò Þ óÝ÷ôåò. «ÁðëÜ äþóôå ôï ëÞììá ‘ÓÜóóåî’» åßðå ï õðåýèõíïò ðëçñïöïñéþí. Ôï áðïôÝëåóìá: 32 áðïôåëÝóìáôá, óå áíôßèåóç ìå ôá 19 ãéá ôï ‘×Üìðóáúñ’ êáé 15 ãéá ôï ‘Ãéüñêóáúñ’.
ÁõôÞ åßíáé ç óõëëïãÞ ðïõ ìðïñåßò íá âñåéò óôï ÓÜóóåî: Ñïäüóôáõñïõò, ÄñõúäéóôÝò, Óáúåíôïëüãïõò, ÁíèñùðïóïöéóôÝò, Êïéíùíßåò Ìðñïýíôåñ÷ïö (íÝá ïíïìáóßá Äéåèíåßò Êïéíùíßåò Åêêëçóéþí), ÁðïóôïëÞ ôïõ Èåßïõ Öùôüò, Éíóôéôïýôï ôïõ Ðáãêüóìéïõ Öùôüò êáé ÐáãáíéóôÝò. Áðü ðïý íá áñ÷ßóù; Ôï áñ÷åßï ãéá ôïí Ñïäïóôáõñéóìü Ýìïéáæå ðïëëÜ õðïó÷üìåíï. Ðåñéåß÷å áðïêüììáôá åöçìåñßäùí ãéá êáôçãïñßåò åíÜíôéá óôïí ðñþçí çãÝôç ôïõ ôÜãìáôïò ðåñß õðåîáßñåóçò 3.5 åêáôïììõñßùí äïëáñßùí, êÜðïéá èåëêôéêÜ êáé åíäéáöÝñïíôá öõëëÜäéá ôïõ ôýðïõ «Ðáñáêáëþ óôåßëôå ìïõ äùñåÜí Ýíá áíôßãñáöï ôçò ‘Êõñéáñ÷ßáò óôç æùÞ’. ÄéáêáôÝ÷ïìáé áðü åéëéêñéíÞ åðéèõìßá íá ìÜèù ðåñéóóüôåñá ãéá ôéò êïóìéêÝò óõíäÝóåéò» áëëÜ êáé öùôïãñáößåò áðü ìßá Ýðáõëç êñõììÝíç âáèéÜ ìÝóá óôï äÜóïò. Ìå ìéá åëáöñÜ Üó÷çìç áßóèçóç ãéá ôá ìåëëïýìåíá, óÞêùóá ôï ôçëÝöùíï, ó÷çìÜôéóá ôïí áñéèìü êáé æÞôçóá ôïí ÌÝãá ÄéäÜóêáëï.
Ôï äÜóïò ¢óíôáïõí Ýæçóå ìßá ÷éëéïåéðùìÝíç äõóôõ÷ßá, êáèþò êÜðïôå åß÷å ðëïýóéåò âåëáíéäéÝò ðïõ êüðçêáí áðü ôïí âáóéëéÜ Åññßêï ôïí 7ï ãéá îõëåßá ðïõ ÷ñåéáæüôáí ôï íáõôéêü áëëÜ ðïôÝ äåí áíôéêáôáóôÜèçêáí ìå íÝá äÝíôñá. ÐÜñáõôá, áêüìá åß÷å ôçí áßóèçóç ôïõ Üãñéïõ êáé õðåñìåãÝèïõò äÜóïõò. Óýìöùíá ìå ôçí «Óýíôïìç éóôïñßá ôïõ ÓÜóóåî» (õðü Ëüïõåñóïí), ïé êùìïðüëåéò ôïõ åß÷áí åêåßíç ôçí áêáíüíéóôç åìöÜíéóç ôùí áíïñãÜíùôùí ðüëåùí ôçò ðáñáìåèïñßïõ. Óßãïõñá áðïôåëåß Üãíùóôç ðåñéï÷Þ ãéá ôïí ïäçãü ôïõ ôáîß ðïõ óôáìÜôçóå ôÝóóåñéò öïñÝò ãéá ïäçãßåò ðñéí óôñßøåé ðñïò ìßá ðõêíüöõôç ðåñéï÷Þ ÓêïôóÝæéêùí ðåýêùí. Ç ðéíáêßäá óôçí åßóïäï Ýãñáöå «A.M.O.R.C.», the Ancient Mystical Order Rosae Crucis (Áñ÷áßï êáé Ìõóôéêéóôéêü ÔÜãìá ôïõ Ñüäéíïõ Óôáõñïý).
Ç Ýðáõëç Ãêñßíãïõííô ÃêÝúô, ÷ôéóìÝíç ðñéí ôçí áñ÷Þ ôïõ 20ïõ áéþíá, åßíáé ç ìéá ÷ïëéãïõíôéáíÞ åêäï÷Þ ìéáò Ýðáõëçò ôçò ÅëéóáâåôéáíÞò åðï÷Þò. Áåôþìáôá ìåñéêþò öôéáãìÝíá áðü îýëï, ÷áþäç ôæÜêéá, ìéá ôåñÜóôéá êýñéá áßèïõóá. Ôç íý÷ôá Ýðåöôå ôï ìïíáäéêü ÷éüíé åêåßíïõ ôïõ ÷åéìþíá. Ìéá ìåóÞëéêç êõñßá ìå óõíüäåøå óå ìéá ðáëéÜ êïõæßíá. ¸êáíå ðïëý êñýï ãéá íá âãÜëù ôï ðáíùöüñé ìïõ.
¸íáò êýñéïò ìå ìéá ãêñßæá, áñáéÞ ãåíåéÜäá ìðáßíåé ìÝóá âéáóôéêüò ìå ôá ãõáëéÜ ôïõ íá êñÝìïíôáé áðü Ýíá êïñäüíé. «Óõããíþìç ãéá ôç èåñìïêñáóßá,» ìïõ åßðå. «Ìáò ôåëåßùóå ôï ðåôñÝëáéï êáé áõôÜ ôá ðáñÜèõñá…». ¹ôáí ï Sven Johansson, Ýíáò ðñþçí ðñïãñáììáôéóôÞò çëåêôñïíéêþí õðïëïãéóôþí ðïõ áíáêÜëõøå ôïí Ñïäïóôáõñéóìü ìÝóá áðü Ýíá ãõíáéêåßï ðåñéïäéêü ôçò Ñïäåóßáò. Ôþñá åßíáé ÌÝãáò ÄéäÜóêáëïò ôçò Åõñþðçò, ôçò ÌÝóçò ÁíáôïëÞò êáé ôçò ÁöñéêÞò.
Ìïõ åßðå ðùò ï Ñïäïóôáõñéóìüò îåêßíçóå üôáí ï öáñáþ Ôïýèìùóéò ï 3ïò (*) äéÝôáîå üëïõò ôïõò óïöïýò ôïõ ôüôå êüóìïõ íá ðÜíå óôï Ëïýîïñ. Áðü åêåß, ï Ñïäïóôáõñéóìüò åîáðëþèçêå óôçí ìïõóïõëìáíéêÞ Éóðáíßá êáé ôïõò áë÷çìéóôÝò ôçò ìåóáéùíéêÞò Åõñþðçò. «Ôï ðþò áêñéâþò åðéâßùóå ï Ñïäïóôáõñéóìüò äåí õðïóôçñßæïõìå üôé ãíùñßæïõìå», ëÝåé ï Sven. «Ôá ìÝëç ìáò êáéãüíôïõóáí ùò ìÜãïé êáôÜ ôçí åðï÷Þ ôçò éåñÜò åîÝôáóçò êé Ýôóé õéïèåôÞóáìå êáèçìåñéíÜ ñïý÷á, íôõìÝíïé ùò ôóáãêÜñçäåò, éåñåßò Þ áãñüôåò». (ÖïñÜåé ìßá ìÜëëéíç ìðëïýæá êáé áèëçôéêÜ ðáðïýôóéá). Ç ïõóßá ôïõ Ñïäïóôáõñéóìïý, åîçãåß ï Sven, åßíáé ç ó÷Ýóç ìåôáîý ýëçò êáé ðíåýìáôïò. «ÏôéäÞðïôå õößóôáôáé óôïí õëéêü êüóìï, Ý÷åé ôï áíÜëïãü ôïõ óôïí Üûëï êüóìï.» Êáé ôï áíôßóôñïöï.
Ðåñéöåñüìáóôå óôç ìåãÜëç áßèïõóá êáé êáèüìáóôå óå Ýíáí âåëïýäéíï êáíáðÝ, äçìéïõñãþíôáò óôïí áÝñá ìéêñÜ óõííåöÜêéá óêüíçò. Ï Sven áðïëïãåßôáé ãéá ôá øåýôéêá êüêêéíá ñüäá ðÜíù áðü ôï ôæÜêé. Áöïý äåí ìðïñïýí íá áãïñÜóïõí áëçèéíÜ, ôüôå ðùò êáôÜöåñáí íá áãïñÜóïõí áõôü ôï õðÝñï÷ï ïßêçìá; «Ìáò ôï áãüñáóå Ýíáò ¸ëëçíáò ìåãéóôÜíáò. ¼ìùò áõôÜ Ýãéíáí ðñéí áíáëÜâù ôç äéïßêçóç ôïõ ôÜãìáôïò.» Óçêþíåôáé âéáóôéêÜ áðü ôïí êáíáðÝ. «ÐåñéìÝíåôå åäþ ãéá íá åôïéìÜóù ôïí Íáü», ìïõ ëÝåé. ÄÝêá äåõôåñüëåðôá áñãüôåñá ç öùíÞ ôïõ Ýñ÷åôáé áðü ìáêñéÜ, «ôþñá ìðïñåßôå íá Ýñèåôå åðÜíù».
Óôçí êïñõöÞ ôçò óêÜëáò, ìßá ðüñôá áíïßãåé áñãÜ. Óôï åóùôåñéêü, ìðëå çëåêôñéêÜ öþôá ñß÷íïõí óêéÝò óå Ýíá áóðñüìáõñï ðÜôùìá. Ï èñüíïò ôïõ ÌåãÜëïõ ÄéäÜóêáëïõ âñßóêåôáé ìðñïóôÜ áðü ìßá ôïé÷ïãñáößá æùãñáöéóìÝíç óôï ÷Ýñé ìå èÝìá ôçí ÊïéëÜäá ôùí ÂáóéëÝùí. ÐÜíù óå Ýíáí ôñéãùíéêü âùìü âñßóêåôáé ìßá óöáßñá ãåìÜôç ìå Üììï áðü ôçí Ýñçìï ôçò Áéãýðôïõ. Ôï óêçíéêü åßíáé ðñáãìáôéêÜ åðéâëçôéêü. ÑùôÜù ôïí Sven ãéá ôéò êáèçìåñéíÝò ôåëåôïõñãßåò áëëÜ äåí äåß÷íåé ðñüèõìïò íá ìïõ ìéëÞóåé ãéá áõôÝò. Ïé áîéùìáôéêïß öïñÜíå Áéãõðôéáêïýò Þ ìåóáéùíéêïýò ÷éôþíåò; «Å, ìåóáéùíéêïýò,» ìïõ ëÝåé. «Ëïéðüí, åßäåò áñêåôÜ;»
ÐÜíù óôï ôñÝíï, ðßóù ãéá ôï Ëïíäßíï, áéóèÜíïìáé ôç ìåëáã÷ïëßá ôçò Ýðáõëçò Ãêñßíãïõíô ÃêÝúô íá ðñïóêïëëÜôáé åðÜíù ìïõ óáí êáðíüò áðü ôóéãÜñï. Ïé Ñïäüóôáõñïé ôïõ ÓÜóóåî åß÷áí ðåñÜóåé ðáëáéüôåñá êáëýôåñåò ìÝñåò. Áðü ôçí ßäñõóÞ ôïõ ôï 1905 óôçí Êáëéöüñíéá, ôï AMORC âáóßæïíôáí óå äéáöçìßóåéò êáé ôá÷õäñïìéêÝò ðáñáããåëßåò ãéá íá äéáäþóåé ôï ìÞíõìÜ ôïõ. ÐëÝïí, ïé åõãåíåßò õðïó÷Ýóåéò ôïõ ôÜãìáôïò ãéá öþôéóç, Ý÷ïõí áíôßêôõðï êõñßùò óå Üôïìá ôïõ Ôñßôïõ Êüóìïõ. Äåí åßíáé íá áðïñïýìå ðïõ êáíåßò óôï áíáôïëéêü ÓÜóóåî äåí ãíùñßæåé ãéá ôçí ýðáñîç ôïõ ôÜãìáôïò. ÊÜðïéïé èá Ýëåãáí ðùò ôï AMORC èá êáëïäå÷üôáí áêüìá êáé ìßá ôïðéêÞ äõóöÞìçóç…"
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