Friday, June 23, 2023

The Mysterious Triangle Book: Secrets of the Enigmatic Libretto of Ubing & Comte de St. Germain

In the year 1946, Ubing, a young student at Surigao Central School in Surigao City, had a routine bathing ritual in a serene river near his school. The San Juan River, with its pristine waters and the melodic presence of numerous birds, held a special place in his heart. Adjacent to the river was a well or spring, offering pure drinking water that Ubing would collect after his refreshing dip.

Ubing or Ben Isay Ngipon

One sunny morning, as Ubing immersed himself in the soothing waters of the spring, he noticed something extraordinary—a triangle book floating gracefully amidst the gentle currents. Intrigued by this peculiar sight, he couldn't help but wonder how the book defied the water's embrace.

Although aware that noon was approaching, Ubing decided to set aside the sudden appearance of the book, considering it of little consequence. He continued with his bath, occasionally encountering the book as he drew water from the nearby well, temporarily placing it beside the spring.

After completing his invigorating shower, Ubing dressed himself and began his journey back to the bustling city. However, to his surprise, an inexplicable force hindered his progress, compelling him irresistibly toward the spot where the book awaited.

Powerless to resist the magnetic pull, Ubing found himself drawn closer to the enigmatic book. Astonishingly, as he reached out to claim it, his hand grasped not the libretto itself, but the firm hand of an elderly man. Utterly bewildered, Ubing couldn't comprehend how this old man had materialized before him, clutching the very booklet he had been drawn to.

Before Ubing could articulate his surprise, he questioned the old man's actions. "Why did you take the libretto when I had spotted it first?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Rather than offering a direct response, the old man chuckled, extending the book towards Ubing, inviting him to accept it.

Curiosity mingled with caution, Ubing protested and asked, "Who are you, and what is your name?" Reluctant to accept the proffered libretto, he sought answers to the mysteries that unfolded before him.

"My identity is of no consequence at this moment, Ubing," the old man replied calmly. "One day, you shall uncover the truth of who I am."

Puzzled by the old man's familiarity with him, Ubing's perplexity mounted. "How do you possess such knowledge of me?" he inquired, hoping to shed light on the enigmatic encounter.

The old man smiled gently, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "There exists nothing in this world that eludes my knowledge. No corner of the globe can conceal its secrets from me," he explained. "Go ahead, accept this artifact. The time will come when this libretto shall prove invaluable to you."

Swayed by the old man's words, Ubing yielded to his request, accepting the mysterious libretto. Yet, as the book transferred from the old man's hand to Ubing's, the enigmatic figure vanished from his sight, deepening the puzzle that consumed his young mind. The true nature of the old man, the reasons behind his profound understanding, and how he had observed Ubing remained elusive.

Now in possession of the libretto bestowed upon him by the old man, Ubing yearned to unveil its contents—the knowledge that had convinced the old man of its significance in the days to come. Eagerly, he opened the book, allowing his eyes to peruse its contents. The initial message greeted him: "Cherish and safeguard this precious gift. Love it as you would yourself, for its secrets are meant for you alone. This book shall stand as your unwavering ally in times of need. Remember to nurture and protect it!"

As Ubing turned the pages, eager to delve further into its wisdom, he found no additional decipherable text beyond the initial instructions bestowed by the old man. Carrying the weight of anticipation, he made his way home, preparing for his impending return to school and carrying the triangle book with him.[1]

Little did we know that the triangle book Ubing discovered, floating mysteriously in the river, shared a lineage with the triangle book of Comte de St. Germain—a fascinating artifact that had captivated the curiosity of many throughout history. Comte de St. Germain, an enigmatic figure known for his extraordinary powers and esoteric wisdom, had encountered the same mystical book during his esoteric travels across the globe.

"The Man Who Never Dies."
For Comte de St. Germain, the triangular tome was a cherished possession, consulted in moments of contemplation to guide his path and further his quest for knowledge. The writings contained within were believed to hold the keys to unlocking the secrets of alchemy, astrology, and other arcane disciplines, offering profound insights into the workings of the universe and the human spirit.

Triangular Book of St Germain. Note that the cipher in both text and diagram. Two copies are said to exist, MS 209 and MS 210. Much less is known about MS 210.

Throughout history, the triangle book of Comte de St. Germain had eluded many seekers of truth and enlightenment. It was said to choose its readers, revealing its profound teachings only to those deemed worthy—those who possessed a deep spiritual connection and a genuine thirst for knowledge.

As Ubing held his own triangle book, I couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious connection between his chance encounter and the legends surrounding Comte de St. Germain. The allure and mystique of the enigmatic artifact continued to inspire wonder and ignite my imagination. I, along with scholars, occultists, and enthusiasts of the esoteric, yearn to unravel the secrets held within the triangle book—a testament to humanity's enduring fascination with the esoteric, the unknown, and the eternal quest for enlightenment.

Silver talisman from the Triangular Book by Count of St. Germain. Volund Jewelry made the only known version of this artifact. Its purpose is to extend the ritual performer's life beyond 100 years.




[1] Adapted from The Miracle of the South by A. Acabal.

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