One thing remains: the defeat of Lucifer. Once I had thrown him and his sort from the divine spiritual world, and forced them into connecting with the World Soul, from whom they wanted to withhold their powers, and I am still doing this even now. Ever again we - I, and many others who wanted to assimilate my powers undistorted - have transformed the lifeless snake-knowledge of Lucifer's into the eagle-wisdom towards God. Ever again he and his blinded followers tried to violate and destroy the divine, and we knocked his pretentiousness and pride on the head.
Lucifer, the ‘bearer of light', once possessed the power of knowledge. Every divine spirit that decided to be unique, freely chose a unique power, a capacity of God, as the characterizing trait of his spiritual soul. God gave him this power as a gift, and the Infinite Love does not ask a gift back, even if its bearer turns against God. Nevertheless, it won't be lost for God and the universality.
Lucifer possessed the power of knowledge. Like all other bearers of divine powers, he was supposed to make his power profitable to all . He was to serve Mary, the World Spirit, in order to help him develop a personal divine self-awareness, and help him to full spiritual clarity about God.
Lucifer and his sort refused. They did not want to serve; they sought mastery. I forced them into embodiment, and on this way into serving the World Soul and all others with their unique, irreplaceable powers. They must radiate their powers, if they want to live. But although their powers are divine - another power doesn't exist -, their bearers, the distorted spiritual souls, have distorted, poisoned, and disfigured them. All of us, who possess a light heart, must detoxify and restore them in their proper form through the contrary of their arrogance, greed and lust for power, through unostentatious service, through ‘humility' and ‘self-sacrifice'. We should not refute these distorted powers, for they are irreplaceable. We have to purify them by our purity, and deploy them in the light sense. This is meant by the word of Christ: ‘Do not resist the evil' (in the spiritual area, and as long as it isn't unequivocally evil yet). Do not refute it, filled with fear; accept it, see through it, and purify it. Every power is worth purifying. There must only be a yawning abyss between the unequivocally evil, in fact powerless, human and devilish background figures and wirepullers, and all who possess a light heart.
I, Michael, being death and transformer, have been Lucifer's most bitter enemy from the beginning, and yet interconnected with him in a special way. I was at the same level as he, openly fighting as spirit against spirit; I was not to oppress him, and thus hard-heartedly separate me from him, imitating his lust for power. We were opposite each other in an honest fight; I drew his destroying powers towards me, and radiate them again, purified. What I was able to grasp - because it belongs to my task of transforming - I formulated as knowledge myself. But a great treasure of Lucifer's knowledge-power lies still undiscovered in the World Soul. It is still awaiting other knowing beings, whose being is cognate to Lucifer, like mine. When some day all existing knowledge will have been undistorted brought to light, then Lucifer's legacy will be expiated, and there will be no more conflicts between thinking and viewing.
All knowledge that has been incorporated in this work, I wrested from Lucifer's power of knowledge. I had to do that, just like Christ and many others did. None of us possessed knowledge from the beginning. Lucifer was supposed to possess it, and now we have to wrest the power of knowledge from him against his bitter resistance, and purify it.
In these days, I put Lucifer himself before the last decision. Until now, we have stood opposite each other as enemies . Now, I have drawn him towards me, and united with him - to my last purification and his doom. In this fight of heart centre against heart centre, he radiates his innermost, highest powers of knowledge in me. Whether I will be able to express these powers from his death-struggle, his fight with death in words, or whether I should do it, I do not know. I radiate them into the world. Whoever is able and wants to grasp them, let him take them in and give them shape.
I will indicate in a picture, what it furthermore was about in this fight. I took the sword that hangs over the world as a renewd threat of murder, burning and violation. For myself, I endorsed it, but declined it for the world. I took it to me en held it straight before me. The point became blood-stained. Then I turned it against myself and thrust it through my heart. Lucifer in me said: ‘Don't you dare to challenge me another time. For this thrust was meant for me!'
I took a swing, and thrust it in my heart a second time. Lucifer whispered:
‘If you do this one more time, you will have to die yourself.' Then I thrust for the third time.
I did this in my spiritual shape. Whether it will happen to me at the material level as well (through others), and when, or how, I don't know.
Beloved fellow travellers, dear brothers and dear sisters on the whole Earth. Now you ask me: ‘Is this all true, from the first chapter to the last?'
I tell you: ‘No word of all this is true.'
‘Then it must be a lie, deceit, harebrained scheme, or satire?'
‘No. Nothing of the kind.'
‘Then it is error, self-deception?'
‘No. Nothing of all that.'
‘Do you want to mock us? If your words should be taken serious anyway, then they can only be the truth, or error, or a lie!'
‘No. My words come from my innermost heart. They are honest, and can be taken serious to the limit. I will put my full earthly and inner name to that. But my words are neither truth, nor error, nor lies. They are a way towards the truth.
Nothing on Earth can be the truth. No word on all Earth is true. Words can only lead towards the truth, or fool away from it. From that, you should judge their value. You should honor and love words that lead towards the truth. But do not in any way cling to earthly things, not to words either. Words are shells, signs, or symbols for an unspeakable content, which must become living truth in you.
That's why this work should be nothing more than a seed that must perish in the field, in the heart of every individual, in order to reveal and sacrifice its life, its power of transformation.
I want to fight a free way for God, Buddha, Christ and Mary in you, around you, and over you. I want to break open the fossilized hearts and forefronts. With Lucifer's eagle wings from before his Fall, with the wings of the bearer of light, I will carry you upward towards the highest heights that he should have named and revealed to us.
If you want the transformation of your hearts, and the flight towards the last boundaries, so decide, above all, for abstention: abandon Lucifer's snake knowledge and arrogance, abstain from rapaciously and clingingly storming the Eternal, or trying to steal it through calculating subtilizing.
That is why my last words are nothing more than a parable, far beyond thoughts; you will sense and finally view its meaning.
I will carry you out of dark valleys
towards strange glowing heights and light;
from troubled search, from doubt, pride, and agony
towards the first deed of releasing abstention.
Towards gardens I'll carry you - on rose-covered hills,
woven by a Godhead's smile as a wonderful robe,
from fear, desiring, refusing, and pushing;
she weaves it, world-renewing, from transience.
I'll carry you away towards strange-unknown coasts,
into the heart of the blue, transforming power,
crowded by clouds and by beamings of sun,
up towards imagining. Night became spring-sun.
To the pinnacles I'll carry you, courted by sea light,
carried off to the timeless, beyond matter and space.
Never dies the red of its top, the day having gone long;
never the faith dies - upwards the dream weaves.
Out of dreams I'll carry you, away from complaining, being lost in the world,
towards hidden bloomings, glowing with a golden stream,
flowering in times that the spirits hesitate
to storm the world-exalted glow of their heights.
I'll carry you towards these uttermost heights,
proudly lighted by an incomprehensible light,
and to even prouder heights that morning breeze
breaks into nameless radiance.