Our Divine Bambino Boy

SARMATIAN DE CASPIANYA « BEZZARI – OUR DIVINE BAMBINO BOY »
Our head reeled, and our heart burned; our soul sank into a sea of uncertainties.
The more we thought of the golden text appertaining to Christ's second manifestation, the more
perplexed we grew, while Bambino's violet eyes, bathed in the dew of sorrow, gazed at us,
followed by that indescribable smile, all his own.
Bambino was the first to break the silence: "Pardon me, Illustrious sir, why in such deep
contemplation of things that are not?"
We turned more perplexed than ever; we’ are called to mind our days at the Brotherhood where
in addition to magic, prestidigitation, illusion, and alchemy, we practised muscle reading,
thought reading, telepathy and psychic phenomena, until we seemed to have reached
perfection in psychic research. It was then our Illustrious Teacher proved to us our folly, and
determined the utter uselessness, nay, degradation of such practices, which, he said: Make
man unfit to follow the daily vocation, "To reclaim the earth, to turn the deserts into a paradise."
In the short time of our acquaintance with Bambino we found him sensitive to every thought
wave. Our minds and hearts were en rapport. But that he should read beyond the objective of
daily occurrences was beyond the compass of our wits. Perhaps he was one of those dual
beings. who obsessed, attempt to get a clue to one's thought waves, and in the course of
conversation catch the principle ideas, clothing them in such allegorical language as would lead
one to believe he knew.
For this reason we looked at him rather sharply, searchingly. At this instant, his rosy lips
opened, and with a smile he whispered: "Illustrious sir, you doubt me?"
"No, Bambino, we do not doubt you; we simply marvel and attempt to unravel the mystery that
envelops you. We would almost believe. …”
"Believe me to be one of the Initiates?" he broke in, taking his seat upon our left knee, the weak
spot in our anatomical make-up. As he sat there, neither pain nor weakness was felt. It was
rather soothing and quieting.
He continued: "Your philosophy and the strenuousness of your studies, as well as your un tiring
efforts to be obedient to the very letter of the law, has made you detailiere in your reasoning, too
keen, sceptical and investigative; while on the other hand, your heart is too big to ever find joy in
this world."
"Bambino, you are not over twelve, what do you know about our life, our past, our credentials,
our family, or whence, where, and how we happen to be here?"
"And you would ask when you, too, reached realisation at my age, while writhing in agony of
soul before the fire altar, repenting of inherited tendencies, seeking Illumination. Did not the
Patriarch say to you that night, "Neither prayers nor ordinances, ritual nor libations, reveal the
Infinite. The heart fixed upon the single indefinable divine atom within transfigures the entity into
the presence of eternity, and draws the flames of illumination into the circumference of being,
disclosing the celestial charms into ad infinitum."
"True, but .where did you get your illumination, Bambino?"
"You, Sir, received yours at the Temple, for such was your lot; I received mine as an outcast
while lying outside the Cathedral gate at night."
We then remembered the words of the Patriarch who also added at that time that: "Any one
attaining to psychic phases through strenuous efforts does violence to heaven, while if it is
within the designs, God grants these gifts as Blessings for the good of His Elect, be they of high
or lowly station."
"Bambino, we shall not pry into your life, for such is not within the province of true aristocracy,
but we are a trifle baffled to think that you, as a waif, should be conversant with several
languages, choice in selection, perfect in construction, able to enter the psychic without effort,
proficient in sculpture and music, as well as many other talents, and apparently without the aid
of tutors, or opportunities."
All he said was: "I was not always thus, sir."
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