This is second and concluding installment of the chapter “La Morte” from Dio e il Poeta by Guido De Giorgio. Here we see De Giorgio moving past salvation to liberation (or deliverance as Guenon translates it). Evola draws upon similar traditional teachings in his distinction between the path of the ancestors and the path of the gods. For liberation, even Heaven is a prison. De Giorgio is forced to use apophatic language to describe this process of deliverance. He leads us to the God beyond God, non-Being beyond Being, or in Vedantic terms, Brahman behind Ishwara.
Divine knowledge is like a voice that passes by and does not return: whoever does not subscribe to it in freedom, will have his own negation as fate, i.e., the darkness, the void, death. And we arrive in this way at the crucial point: what is Death? Is it truly a cessation in toto, an irremediable end, a no longer existing, or a simple, even if complex, break in the natural process of transformation? For common belief, it is the end, the stop, which follows what is not known nor does it want to be fixated on it, but that is, in sum, a not-life, a no longer being what one was. This opinion is common as much to the deniers of God as well as to the lukewarm adherents of Religion. But for Religion, instead, Death is only a crucial point from which another life begins, one more certain, more secure, and truer than that false life that is experienced in the world, the world being a bridge, a necessary passage that conditions the future destiny of man who, we affirm it, is its judge to the extent he wants to be it.
How, in fact, could there be light for the man who obstinately rejects the light and how would there be salvation for the man who is convinced that he must be saved from nothing and nobody has to be saved in the inexplicable drama of life? Certainly, when a man passes from the essence of God, from His being all that is, to men’s post mortem destiny, to the diversity of that destiny and above all to the rather vast exclusion of most from the life in God, he is seized by doubts, he is chased by protests, he is here ontologically out of place, as in the face of the partial negation of a total Affirmation, to an exclusive part of the All, to a tragic void in an absolute fullness, to an inexplicable residue of the divine Universality, to a clashing collision, to a radical injustice. But that depends on the limitations of our vision that is only human, and therefore is in a certain sense passionate, and of our reason that is confined to fixed fields of logic.
One thinks only that God offers Himself to those who want Him and denies Himself to those who deny him and that, at least and only in this, that “reciprocity” is manifestly just, in asking and giving, as a man can claim nothing, if, when he returned home in the evening, he did not find what he didn’t want to find, rejecting the unpopular guest to whom he always denied access to his own home, slamming the door in his face.
God cannot give himself to those who do not want Him, to insist with those who are deaf and blind. Religion requires men of good will who adhere to and want to adhere to the Law of God. Whoever rejects it is judged by himself before being judged by God. This personal way of seeing things can be very useful only to those who adopt it, even if necessarily limited and partial. Because, examining the thing from a higher and truer point of view, the problem of his own salvation vanishes in the face of that more universal idea of liberation which is the dissolution in toto of the human-cosmic illusion in God. It corresponds to what St Paul says; when he speaks of the crucifixion of the world, he alludes precisely to the entire and universal process of liberation that is a definitive escape from every limitation, even the supernatural, for the realization of God in the negation of everything, even of Paradise.
But this integrating God in oneself and for oneself, this centering Him in His purest Essence, which is the exclusion of every perfection, for the perfection of all the perfections, this ontological rarefaction that is the negation of every affirmation, this surpassing of every praise, of every eulogy, of every superlative, is truly the intuition of the True God, of the Deity about Whom nothing can be said, not even that He is, if being is only being, and if beyond being, there is the unthinkable absolute, the unintelligible absolute, the absolute ineffability of the Ineffable. In this total super-eminence, God is more than God, since even God is surpassed in the vertiginous exclusion of every perfection. The realization of so much muchness that coincides with the mininumness of every minimum, it is the highest degree of divine realization and it is the silence of silence in silence: here God says of Himself: Ego sum quod non est, the neuter absorbing in his indeterminative infinity every personal veil, every aseity, every formulation is only tautological.
There is no more mirror—Ego sum qui sum—not even of God in God, not a name, not a voice, not a song: nothing. The Being that is, is the non-being that is. It suppresses the last, the universal determination, which is that of being, of aseity, nothing remains if not the Nothing, the non-Being, the Ineffable of the Ineffabile. This is liberation and those who attain to it will find “that even Paradise is a prison” and that there is no longer anything to attain for those who ask for nothing because they can have nothing more. This is not an absurdity of words, but rather a radical absurdity, a divine absurdity that climbs over every limit, every peak, that fills up every chasm, that sinks in the intimate, hidden beauty of the Infinite. For so high a liberation, so total, Death is nothing, barely a transit, not even a passage, but the door through which the Wise, the Saint, abandons the cosmic prison, climbs through all the heavens, and penetrates into the ultimate, Coelum Coeli, where God is more than God, He is the infinite totality of negation. Here all the songs are silent and the Abyss alone is silent.
Death is a great master of wisdom and virtue if it is known like that, to what sublimities and what terrible ruins it leads, if one familiarizes oneself with its advent, if it is obtained from God who prepares us to receive it as the necessary means for the exodus from this “false world” and the access point to the highest degrees of Being, to the boundless possibilities of new worlds where the soul can sing its loftiest victories. God’s true wisdom prepares us to accommodate it as the liberation from the corporeal burden, as the abandonment of the cadaver that we drag on earth, since the life of the multitude, deprived of God’s light, is foolish, dull, a worthless necrobia, a dragging of artificial superstructures that hide vermin, the putrefaction of a dead man who dreams.
Dying before dying prepares us for death, feeling oneself a cadaver before becoming one, separating before detachment, sanctifying the corpse, purifying it, making it the marble temple of the Living God. The sanctification of the body is the sanctification of life and the sanctification of the soul that only the Holy calls Holy, i.e., God in us. The divine integration, the knowledge that God alone thinks, feels, and works in us, is the most certain means to attain freedom and serenity at the transition.
Whatever pain, whatever sacrifice, St Paul says, is nothing in the face of the infinite richness of the prize that is now pure of God in comparison to the meager and false earthly riches. Freeing oneself from the tyranny of the I, one can gradually and laboriously attain to peace, to the triumph of the eternal in us, when all the interior springs flow with fresh water. It is a type of progressive denudation, of spiritual desquamation, of the gradual frustration of transience, of no longer feeling the demon that roars in us, the tormenting hammering of the I that arrogantly grabs the openings of the soul and twists them to pain, to crash, to laugh, to tears. To empty life of every content, to give it back to God, through contemplation, prayer, invocation, pneumatic elevation, radiant of Love, the inward conversation with Saints and Masters who become our Guides, our helpers, our mirrors of virtue. This reducing oneself, this abolishing the inner thunder, this listening to the perennial sources of peace flowing, this flowing of silence, this caressing the void in its fullness, this perceiving the darkness of oneself until the Light bubbles, this darkening, this crumbling and incorporeal re-emerging, this confident abandonment in God, this acceptance of all only for the love of the Lord, this No to the world and this Yes to God, this reflecting oneself in other-than-oneself, no longer recognizing one’s own face, and ignoring everything except for Him, here is how rebirth is realized after the end, when Death, death killed, is the triumphal song of the soul that rests in God.
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