პაულო კოელიო. პილიგრიმი

And now, before the sacred countenance of RAM, you
must touch with your hands the Word of Life and
acquire such power as you need to become a witness to
that Word throughout the World’.
The master raised high my new sword, still sheathed
in its scabbard. The flames on the bonfire crackled – a
good omen, indicating that the ritual should continue. I
knelt and, with my bare hands, began to dig into the
earth.
It was the night of January 2, 1986, and we were in
Itatiaia, high on one of the peaks in the Serra do Mar,
close to the formation known as the Agulhas Negras
(Black Needles) in Brazil. My Master and I were accompanied
by my wife, one of my disciples, a local guide,
and a representative of the great fraternity that is comprised
of esoteric orders from all over the world – the
fraternity known as ‘The Tradition.’ The five of us – and
the guide, who had been told what was to happen –
were participating in my ordination as a Master of the
Order of RAM.
I finished digging a smooth, elongated hole in the
dirt. With great solemnity, I placed my hands on the


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