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Intro

After I managed to extract it from that location, I followed the itinerary that I had set out before to reach the extraction point.

The girl had been drugged and this made our mobility in the rough terrain difficult. We still had about four kilometers to the extraction point. After a time that seemed like an eternity, I reached the meeting point. Two men got out of a car, took the girl and left in speed. Since that day, I have not seen her again but her eyes remained in my mind, those eyes that ask for help.

I threw the gun and the equipment in the water and went back to the Hotel. I sat down, a glass of whiskey and lit a cigarette. The blood was dry on my hands, when I smoked the cigar I felt the smell of iron.

The phone rang. It was George.

“- You did an extraordinary job, the girl was recovered, and her father has no words to thank you. The Grand Master and the Brothers of this Order are grateful to you. “

My name? Is not important . Who am I? I do not know either. A warrior, a murderer, a monk, a painter, a writer?

13 years of my life, I dedicated myself to the art of war. I worked as a special operator in an elite police unit and then took the same path of the weapons but on the private side.

I have traveled to so many places and I have crossed the seas and oceans that I do not know their number. I have seen and done things that for many can be very scary; many of them were also for me.

After a long time of thinking, I decided to put a part of this events on paper.

This book shares with you my connection with a secret society Order, my collaboration with it in many dark aspects and the destruction of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER I

 

 

 

 

 

The Skull, the cross and no. 13

 

Whether you believe it or not, secret societies are real and the majority of them have deep roots in the past, and they try to fulfill the different agendas.

Many of them have members, people with power, from politics to the most varied fields. Many of these secret societies and orders are under the shadow of darkness.

When I say secret societies, I do not refer to the various associations registered under different names having social media pages and trying to recruit new members to collect their money in exchange for certificates and badges.

I mean organizations that no one has heard of and that carry out their plans in the dark where the mass of people cannot see.

 

How it all started?

My whole life I was caught between two personalities. One that focuses on the art of war and the other on the art of interior transformation

If you are not contemplating and meditating on this subject, you will probably see no connection between the two, and think that weapons, art of war, are opposite to spirituality but in fact, this is not true. Some long time ago, I did not understand how I could mix the art of war, the weapons with the compassion and peace. One of my Teachers gave my answer to me in esoteric meditation. In Buddhism the Vajrayana branch, you will find a category of deities called Dharma Pala or Protectors. These deities are wrathful with many weapons in their hands. If you are not an initiate you will say that are demons but in fact there are enlightened beings full of compassion. Some energies you cannot pacifying them with peaceful manifestations. This is the reason why these beings are taking this form of wrathful warriors. In human history, you will find many warrior monks; one I have engraved in my heart is the Order of Knights Templar.

One of my Teachers always told me that in any action that you take the most important is the motivation. If you use your skills to protect to save the people that have no power to do it by themselves, your sword will be the Light.

I start from a young age to study and read about spirituality, meditation, yoga, and esoteric knowledge. I remember when I was a kid I was locking myself in ,,my temple,, a room in my parents' house that was empty and I had arranged to train and meditate. I painted the walls to reproduce an atmosphere from an era of ancient Japan where I identified myself with the samurai whose warrior spirits made them invincible.

I spent the day and especially at night, looking in the darkest corners of my mind, looking for the inner warrior.

On a small altar, I had placed a drawing with Miyamoto Musashi one of the best fighters with the sword and author of the Book of the Five Rings; a small statue representing the Buddha, and a knife that I was using in my training.

It took many years before I met my first teacher in the art of meditation, which gave me initiation into various branches of Tibetan Buddhism.

My interest was towards eastern esotericism. My contact with the secret societies was born in a mystical and difficult way for me to explain.

Four years ago, I was deployed in anti-piracy mission in the Gulf of Aden and the coast of Somalia. I was in the break between missions on a boat that works as a hotel in the red sea for contractors (mercenaries). I remember that day as if it were yesterday. It was an unbearable heat; I was sitting on the deck in the place arranged for relaxation. I was lying on a mattress, rocked by the rolling of the boat.

I enter in a deep sleep and I had a dream that marked the beginning of this book. I dreamed that I was in front of some people, dressed in white with a red cross on the coat waiting to be burned on the stake. There were many people shouting and insulting them. I looked to my right and saw a man tied with long hair on his cloth was a symbol of a snake that eat his own tale. Then somebody gave me the signal and I light the fire. They started to scream in pain as they burned. My dream ended with a skull with a red cross and the number 13 burning in front of me. At that time, my knowledge regarding the Knights Templar’s was limited to the idea that they were the special forces of their time and that they fought in the crusades.

After a few days, we arrived in Sri Lanka waiting to be taken in a few days for a new mission. I was in a private villa rented by the company for the teams that transit Sri Lanka. The dream and especially the image with the skull and the red cross burning was haunting me. I decided to draw the symbol and go to the city to tattoo it on my chest.

After this, I started to document myself and study more about the history of the Templars by accessing sources that presented alternative variants.

It was the moment when something difficult to explain happened. I find out that the Knights Templar’s, or some of them together with the Grand Master Jacques de Molay were burned at the stake on Friday 13.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER II

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A modern Knight Templar.

A warrior is as spiritual as a monk is. He is the ruler of his mind as much as of his body. He trains his spirit through the form of meditation. No base passion, fear, discomfort or excitement shall control him. He can endure the bitterest cold or the fiercest heat. When faced with death itself, his mind is perfectly still. The odds, the dangers and the enemies may be massively against him and yet his concentration is sharp as a sword and may cut through them all.

Yes, he is a spiritual being indeed - but his spirit is the distilled essence of violence.

I was in India when I receive via Facebook a message from an old friend asking if I am willing to meet him when I return to my country because he wants to discuss something very important that can only be discussed face to face. Of course, I accepted and after the end of the contract when I returned to the country, I met with him.

He began to ask me what I know about the secret societies, the Order of the Knights Templar and to propose my entry and initiation in such an order, explaining to me that he is initiated and has a high rank. Everything seemed to me the script of a movie, the dream, the tattoo, and now someone asks me if I want to be initiated in an old chivalric order. Without thinking much, I accepted and after about a month my initiation into the Templar Knights Order took place.

The warrior was now opening the door that would take him into the dark depths of his own soul.

The initiation took place in the basement of an old monastery that was used as a center of the Order for several generations.

The atmosphere was one with a strong emotional impact.

My friend brought me to the location and led me to the old door leading to the temple of initiation. The others present at the initiation were nine; all were dressed in white uniforms with the Templar cross on the mantle covered with mantles only the master of ceremony was in black.

After I took the oath being anointed with oil, I eat a small piece of bread and drink red wine from a cup. After a while I woke up in an underground cave in a coffin, in the same room on a cubic stone table was a skull and on one wall the inscription : ,,Memento mori,, meaning ,, Remember that you must die ,, It was an act of meditation, sitting in that chamber contemplating the skull and the meaning of the words .

Meditation on Death is the main core of the warrior inner training.

Impermanence plays an important role in our life. For those who meditate on it, impermanence is not far away at all, instead, lies in everything that happens around us.

It is one of the most essential teachings.

Impermanence can be described in the next words:

“Whatever is stored up is bound to run out.

Whatever rises up is bound to fall down.

Whatever come together is bound to fall apart.

Whatever is born is impermanent and is bound to die”

Most of us think the impermanence of all things is an unpleasant fact that we rather ignore. We look at the world around us, and most of it seems solid and fixed. We tend to stay in places we find comfortable and safe, and we do not want them to change. We think our family, our friends are permanent, we think also that we are permanent, the same person continuing from birth to death, and maybe beyond that.

In other words, we may know, intellectually, those things are impermanent, but we do not perceive things that way. In addition, that is a problem.

I always had in my practice the next meditation method.

I was focusing my attention on the breathing, slow and deeply, relaxing my body. If thoughts comes in my mind, I do not let myself being attacked by them, I let them go and come back to the breathing. I Visualize in front of me, my own death body naked. Looking at it and seeing it like an empty vessel, a corpse, and a carcass.

I visualize how it begins to enter in putrefaction, how worms begin to it it; crows are coming from the sky and begin to eat the meat. It is just a corpse a vessel, and if I felt some interior pain or emotion that make me not feel good. My Ego was trying to fight. Our body is so precious that many times we forget to focus also on the spirit on the mind. Time pass and it is begun to dry until remains only the bones, and I was saying: one day this body that is, only a vehicle will have the same faith.

 

Meeting the Grand Master

The Teacher is the dispeller of darkness, is a person who lifts the veil of confusion and helps us to see the light of truth. These holy people live a unique existence, which requires extraordinary commitment.

In my life, I had the opportunity to meet and learn from the true masters and teachers in the art of interior transformation. Every time I meet such teachers, they feel their strong energy

It was the same when I met the Grand Master of the Order but the energy that I felt was powerful but had a dark imprint.

About a month after the initiation, I was called on the phone by a private number and announced that the Grand Master wants to meet me. The meeting took place in London. At the airport, I was picked up by George, about whom I will tell more soon.

The location was a big mansion out of town. I still remember the image of this place; two large statues representing two lions were guarding the entrance. Above the doors, it was a heraldic emblem, a griffin and a cross.

The Grand Master greeted me. His eyes seemed to cut through you. He invited me to have dinner and discuss why he wanted to see me.

I was constantly analyzing everything around me, including him. On the little finger, he had a dragon-shaped ring and at the neck a necklace in the form of an ouroborus, a snake that eats his own tale.

He invited me to a room that was closed and secured by accessing a code. In the room were some very old documents inside showcases. He showed me documents dating back to 1100 and near years. These documents represent manuals of the internal organization of the order, and documents attesting the formation of the Order.

I then went out onto the terrace and asked if I could accept a very important mission for the order. One of his trusted men was chosen to carry a very important artifact from London to Italy and they need someone with my training to escort him. The artifact is so important that it must not get lost or get in the wrong hands.

He also told me that my effort would be rewarded both financially and in terms of my involvement in the Order.

I accepted. After I finished the conversation, George took me to the hotel and I was going to receive the instructions in the next days. I had the following words spoken by the Grand Master in my mind:

“Be careful to whom you tell too much about you. In moments of envy, the blinds begin to see, the mute, to speak, and the deaf to hear”

 

The Book of the Red Dragon

 

After a few days, I was contacted by George to meet him for a coffee and talk about the mission.

We met in a small pub in central London. George is the person who after a few minutes of discussion you can realize that he has read hundreds of books. He has on his finger the same dragon ring, always he is dressed in suit.

He explained that I would go with him to take the artifact to Italy. I understand from him that the final destination was Venice. In order to get an idea of the degree of danger of this mission I asked him several questions to be able to plan everything. I remember the following words of his:

“- Are people, who would be able to kill for this artifact”

I was very curious and I asked him what the artifact consisted of, knowing that he would not answer me concretely. He just told me that I would find out at the right time. Having previously discussed with the Grand Master, I knew that everything I needed for the safety of this escort would be assured. Therefore, I made a list of equipment and logistics for George.

On the appointed day, George arrived at the hotel to pick me up. We then headed for the Grand Master's residence from where we took the artifact that was in a black metal box with electronic lock by code. In the car, George gave me a Glock handgun and two loaded magazines.

Everything was going according to plan. We were about to cross the border from France to Switzerland when we noticed a suspicious car that could be possible surveillance on us.

George was the driver, I told him to enter in the first gas station because we were on the highway. The car that was after us also entered the gas station. I told George to go into the gas station and buy something, and I am staying in the car with the artifact. From the car that followed us, descended a tall well-made bald person who came after George into the gas station. I load my handgun.

Two other individuals approached our car, which had dark windows. They looked carefully, observed me inside, and then returned to their car. George came back to the car he was very calm and we left.

We tried to go as fast as possible. We decided choose another alternative route to get off the freeway and continue on the road through France to exit directly to Italy.

After we managed to get to Italy in Turin, I noticed the same car that was behind us. Then I clearly realized that someone wants to enter in the possession of that black box.

George came up with the idea of separating us. To create a diversion, he will continue on a false route and I will take the artifact to its destination.

We decided to stop at a mall where we were going to separate. Everything went as planned. I kept contact with George on the phone. Followers were after him.

I decided to choose the train as a mean of transport and I left for Venice.

In Venice, I reached the final location. A big mansion where security agents who checked me before I could enter stopped me. I was then led into a huge guest room. After a very short time, an older person with long white hair appeared guard by to bodyguards. He shake my hand and invited me to accompany him to another room. He asked me with a slightly ironic smile:

“-You know what is in the black box?”

He entered a code he opened the black box and put some surgical gloves in his hand and he removed from the box an old book with silver covers and on it was a red dragon. I asked him what is written in this book.

His answer was:

“-Everything that was hidden from the world. The Truth!”

After this mission was successfully completed the Grand Master kept his word and indeed I was rewarded with a good payment and receipt an invitation to assist the next initiation ritual for a higher degree Brother , after this it will be a dinner and I will be introduced better.

 

The Cicada

I was in the hotel room and I was relaxing listening to some music, and I enter into a deep sleep. I was in a dark cave and I saw a large cicada on a wall. The Cicada began to speak the following words:

“You are the author of your own destiny, you write your own death”

 

 

 

Asmodeus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since the last contact with the Order, it had been several months. George called me announcing that I am invited to attend the next initiation ritual for the high degrees.

Once a Brother proved himself, he was initiated into the Secret Order as a First Initiate and given special additional duties. As he progressed through the Order, he would join the Second Circle, Third Circle, Fourth Circle and Inner Circle, following by earning the title Master’s Hand. Depending on the gifts that every brother had, the title could be also the Master's Eyes, the Master’s Voice and the Master's Reach.

The ritual was held in an extraordinary location, a large room specially arranged the architecture and design were so old but so powerful as a visual influence.

I was positioned somewhere near the door on a chair, as if guarding them.

The ritual began, all dressed in ceremonial robes, each taking their places specific to the role and degree. The Grand Master was seating on a throne-like chair.

The initiate was led in front of the others; in the background, the sounds of an organ intensified the experiences.

Most of the ritual was held in Latin. Something remained in my mind until now. All gathered in a circle around the candidate. The Grand Master said:

“Igne natura renovator integra “Through fire nature is reborn whole”

The initiate said:

“-Dragons cannot be burned by fire”

After the Grand Master took a cup of wine, I believe, and spit in it and then gave the cup in the circle to all the members, all spitting in it. In the end, the cup was handed to the initiator who drank from it.

He receive after the same dragon ring.

After the ritual ended, the Grand Master headed for the exit. He looked at me and said:

“-Asmodeus, so we'll call you from now on”

When I arrived at the hotel, I tried to see what the name Asmodeus represents

Then I found out he is a demon guarding treasures. Asmodeus, also known as Ashmadia, most likely originated from the Persian Aeshma-deva (“demon of wrath”).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Legion

The Grand Master invited me again to have a discussion. He began to explain to me that the Order has old roots and must resurrect in all its forms. Then he showed me some old pages that talked about the military part of the order under the name: Legion Draconum , and he wanted to form this section of the Order again and my role was to select and train the chosen ones among the brothers.

Legion Draconum had to have 13 members, all were chosen from among the young, sons of those with high degrees but not from the Orders Council.

I had all the logistics needed to create real warriors, experts in the art of war. We had a tactical house, private shooting range, and all the equipment necessary.

The warriors were having tattoos with the heraldic emblem Legion Draconum, an eye with rays pierced by a sword all in a circle in the form of a snake that eats its tail.

This group was designated for a specific task force — a small unit configured for a specific purpose or task.

Legion Draconum is one of the most prepared and trained team capable to act in various conditions and dangerous situations.

Here are some words part of the philosophy I passed on to them:

 

Be like a hungry wolf, who devours his prey.

Your prey is the knowledge!

The knowledge will make you a strong and powerful wolf.

Elusive, almost ghostly, predators that hunt in bloodthirsty packs – this is the savage reputation of Wolves.

The Brotherhood of wolves.

In a pack... There is no lone wolf...

His greatest strength: his Brothers.

Bond beyond blood... They become ONE!

When you walk with Wolfs, you will discover your intuitive nature blossoming alongside a healthy sense of self-confidence.

Remember, your soul still remembers what it feels like to be wild and free – to trust your feelings and choices! Look at the ordinary world in an extraordinary way!

Wolves are incredible examples of standing in the seat of your own power. They let it be known that they can fight to the death and are prepared to do so but they rarely initiate combat.

However, when they want to be heard, when they want to stave off or deter an attacker, they will stand their ground.

The symbolic value of Wolf is an emblem of bravery, faithfulness and integrity.

In old times some military initiations consisted in a ritually transforming the young warrior into some species of predatory wild animal. It was not solely a matter of courage. Physical strength, or endurance, but of a magical – religious experience that radically changed the young warrior’s mode of being.

The young warrior accomplished his transformation in to a wolf by a ritual donning of a wolf skin, an operation preceded or fallowed by a radical change of behavior. As long as he was wrapped in the animal skin, he no longer fell bound by the laws and customs of men.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER III