Miguel Serrano
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“This book has the ability to relax the individual. This ‘book’ covers the history of Serrano’s encounter with his Master/Guru and other members of the “Order” he was initiated into. We also learn of his relationship with “Jason” (Hector Baretta) which would continue to be a theme in every ‘Esoteric’ book Serrano would eventually write. This ‘Jason’ character seems to flow in and out of his writings like a ghost. He appears, gives Serrano some great knowledge, and then returns to the “otherside of the Mirror”. THE ULTIMATE FLOWER is the beginning of a major theme that would be touched upon constantly in all his teachings. It is important to know that the original title of the book is “The Non-Existent Flower” or “The Flower that does not Exist”. Serrano would teach that we are to create our own “Non-Existent Flower”, that flower from childhood when the child was still one with all, still saw Fairies and still had TOTAL BELIEF before the world would eventually take the ‘flowers of childhood’ away, introducing the EGO. THE ULTIMATE FLOWER is a book about Serrano and his friends playing out strange roles as they walk the streets. Some would choose to be poets, some warriors. And they would dress the parts and completely immerse themselves in their “role-playing” games, thus “creating” the Non-Existent Flower. For those who are followers of Serrano, this book is invaluable for it’s knowledge of what Serrano’s real-life ‘Master’ spoke of, how he trained his disciples, the name of the Order and the gradual building up of what would be Serrano’s OPUS; NOS Book of the Resurrection. In NOS we find the culmination of every single book Serrano wrote, mainly EL/Ella: Book of Magic Love, The Ultimate Flower, The Serpent of Paradise (The Story of an Indian Pilgrimage), The Visits of the Queen of Sheba, Carl Jung and Herman Hesse: The Record of Two Friendships (originally called “The Hermetic Circle”) and Nietzsche and the Eternal Return.
A beautiful book that has that dream-like quality of being alone in the pre-dawn hours in soft light listening to the rain drip from the trees onto the windows…..”
Jason Alfred Thompkins