Miguel Serrano
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Miguel Serrano worked across several fields simultaneously, producing writing in Spanish as a novelist, poet, essayist, autobiographer, and esotericist, while also serving as a diplomat. No single title from his output appears in the available record, but his body of writing was produced within a life shaped by the associations named below.
Born on September 10, 1917, in Santiago, Chile, Serrano received his education at three institutions in Chile: the Colegio de los Sagrados Corazones de Santiago, the Instituto de Humanidades Luis Campino, and the Internado Nacional Barros Arana. These formative years in Santiago preceded a working life that combined journalism, university teaching, diplomacy, and prolific writing in Spanish across multiple genres. He was a Chilean citizen throughout his life.
Serrano's writing and public activity brought him into association with Nazism, occultism in Nazism, neo-Nazism, and modern paganism — movements that shaped the ideological character of his esoteric output. He also worked as a journalist and university teacher alongside his diplomatic career, occupying an unusually wide range of professional roles. For his literary work he received the Santiago Municipal Literature Award, a concrete recognition granted during his lifetime.
Serrano died on February 28, 2009, in Santiago, the same city in which he had been born ninety-one years earlier. The Santiago Municipal Literature Award remains the documented formal recognition of his writing career on record.
Quotes by Miguel Serrano
We today live on a planet of “robots” directed and managed by the Jews towards a tragic fatal end, towards the abyss and chaos.
On top of the Tree of Life – in the Hall of the Palace – someone had found somebody for whom he had been searching for a long, long time. And the tears of joy which were shed became the fruit of the Tree of Life, the grapes whose juice if distilled by the flute of the blue god.
The English language is mysterious. The secret of our dog is to be found in it. ‘Dog’ spelt backwards is ‘God’. The dog, then, is the road which, if travelled backwards, from the deepest depths, from the roots of the tree of smell, touch and taste, will turn you into a God. Thus the dog is the guide of the Blind Traveller, of the Pilgrim of Immortality. It is God backwards.
Lovers who only pursue the joys of visible flesh have never succeeded in becoming united, nor in loving each other. When they lie side by side in their beds, they are nevertheless far apart, separated by an impassable thread of air, by the sword of forgetfulness; because they will never dream the same dream. Each of them pursues his solitary road, without his companion. Only when lovers are capable of dreaming the same dream are they truly Lovers. When they love one another in their dreams.
For me Esoteric Hitlerism is being possessed by the archetypes of the collective unconscious which the Greeks used to call gods.
We believe that if the world doesn’t go quickly to an end, it will be only because Hitlerism transformed itself into a new religious faith, able to change the materialistic man of today into a new idealistic hero where the ‘beyond life’ is as important as life itself.
There is nothing more mysterious than blood. Paracelsus considered it a condensation of light. I believe that the Aryan, Hyperborean blood is that – but not the light of the Golden Sun, not of a galactic sun, but of the light of the Black Sun, of the Green Ray.
It is known that the stars and cosmos abandoned Napolean when he abandoned Josefina. There is a universal cosmic law that there can only be one Spiritual Wife for each Master or cosmic hero. If he abandons his Spiritual Wife the stars and cosmos will abandon him.