Egregores: The Occult Entities That Watch Over Human Destiny - Mark Stavish 2018

An Account of the Revivification of an Egregore
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Late in 1929 an esoteric Italian journal edited by Julius Evola carried the following narrative, describing how a group of occultists had attempted to revive the egregore of the Roman Empire, using Benito Mussolini as their instrument.

THE “GREAT SIGN”: ON STAGE AND IN THE WINGS

At the end of 1913, signs began to appear that something new was summoning the forces of the Italic tradition. These signs were directly perceived by us.

In our study, without anyone ever knowing how it could have got there, we found a sheet of paper. On it was sketched a route, a direction, a place. A route beyond modern Rome; a place where the presence of the ancient City survived, both in its name and in its silent and august remains.

Later indications received through one who then served us as intermediary between the bodiless and the embodied, confirmed the place, specified a mission, a date, and a person entrusted with it.

It was in the period sacred to the force that raises the sun in its annual course, after having touched the magical house of the Ram: in the period of the Natalis Solis Invicti [birth of the unconquered sun] and in a night of menacing and rainy weather. The route was followed. The place was found.

The fact that nobody noticed the unusual nocturnal expedition; that the person who guided us recalled nothing afterward; that no meeting occurred, and then that the grille of the archaic tomb was open and the guard absent—all that was naturally willed by “chance.” A little scraping revealed a cavity in the wall. Inside there was a longish object.

Long hours were needed to remove the outer wrapping, resembling bitumen, hardened by centuries, which at last revealed what it had protected: a band and a scepter. On the band were written the signs of a ritual.

And the ritual was performed month after month, every night, without fail. And with astonishment we felt the coming of forces of war and forces of victory; and we saw shining in its light the ancient and august figures of the “Heroes” of the Roman race; and a “sign that cannot fail” was sealed by the bridge of solid stone that unknown men built for them in the deep silence of the night, day after day.

The horrendous war that broke out in 1914, unexpected by any others—we foresaw it. We knew its outcome. Both were seen in the place where things are before they become real. And we saw the potent act that an occult force willed from the mystery of a Roman tomb; and we possessed, and still possess, the brief regal symbol that would hermetically open to it the ways of the world of men.

1917. Various events. Then the collapse. Caporetto [defeat of Italian troops by Austrians].

A dawn. In the limpid Roman sky, above the sacred Capitoline Hill, the vision of an Eagle; and then, carried by its triumphant flight, two coruscating warrior figures: the Dioscuri.

A sense of greatness, of resurrection, of light.

In the midst of devastation by the tragic news of the great war, this apparition spoke the hoped-for word to us: a triumphal announcement was already inscribed on the Italic calendar.

Later, in 1919. It “chanced” that the same forces, using the same person, communicated to him who now heads the Government—at the time, director of a Milanese newspaper—the announcement: “You will be Consul of Italy.” It was likewise “chance” that the ritual form of augury was transmitted to him—the same as on the pontifical key: “Quod bonum faustumque sit” [May it be good and fortunate].

Later. After the March on Rome. An insignificant fact, an even more insignificant occasion. Among those who paid homage to the Head of Government, a person clothed in red came forward and handed him a Fasces. The same forces willed that: and they willed the exact number of rods, the way of cutting them, and the ritual binding of the red ribbon; and they also willed—once again—the “chance” that the ax for this Fasces should have been an archaic Etruscan ax, to which equally mysterious ways led us.¹