The Call of Paracelsus:
Revelations on the Power of Poison in the Alchemy of Healing
It was a cold and silent dawn, the day when the Tenebris 1 Training of Quantum Bioengineering was to begin. At 5:20 in the morning, I abruptly woke up with the unsettling sensation of a presence in the room. My heart was racing, so I took my pulse to try to understand what was happening. I felt that my heart rate was elevated but steady, as if my body was responding to an unknown energy.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, an ethereal figure began to materialize before me. A soft light illuminated its outline, and although its appearance was blurry, it emanated a deep sense of wisdom and serenity. In a clear but whispering voice, the figure said, “I am Paracelsus.”
The name sounded familiar to me; I knew it was someone important, but I didn’t know his story. I frowned, trying to recall if I had ever heard of him, but at that moment, I couldn’t remember who he was. Despite my confusion, a part of me felt that I should listen carefully.
“I have come to share with you knowledge about poison,” he continued. “What many fear, you must understand and transform. Poison, in wise hands, is medicine. I want you to connect with me and write about the power of poisons, so that others may understand their true potential.”
His words resonated deeply within me. I said, “Let’s begin,” and I got out of bed to start writing.
I sat in front of the computer, determined to find out who Paracelsus was. I discovered that he was a Swiss alchemist and physician from the Renaissance, a pioneer in the use of toxic substances in small doses as a method of healing. His philosophy focused on the idea that poison and remedy are one, differentiated only by the dose.
I then understood the magnitude of the message. His visit was not only a guide for my work in Tenebris 1 but also an invitation to explore and understand more deeply my work with this specialty.
That morning, inspired and with a new perspective, I began to write about the power of poisons. I felt his wisdom accompany me, and I knew that this encounter would profoundly mark the path I was about to embark on in Quantum Bioengineering.
The Whisper of Poisons
I am the poison, the one that flows in the darkness of the deepest corners of the soul and the earth. I was born in the silence of the shadows, in the imperceptible whisper of chaos that lies beneath the surface of the visible. Men fear me, for my touch is lethal, my presence invisible, and my power devastating. But few know that within me lies the true secret of transmutation, the hidden art that turns death into life and darkness into light. I am the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, the substance that corrupts but also the one that, in wise hands, heals and renews.
Since the dawn of creation, I have been present. My essence is found in the air you breathe, in the plants you touch, in the blood that runs through your veins. Everything, absolutely everything, contains poison, for in nature itself lies the balance of life and death, of good and evil. I am the mirror that reflects the duality of the cosmos. I am the destroyer that heralds creation, the abyss into which the alchemist must plunge to find the truth.
The sages of antiquity knew my secret. They knew that I am not merely the substance that stops the pulse or poisons the flesh. No, my true nature is subtler. I am the test and the challenge, the dark matter that must be purified in the crucible of human experience. I am the primordial chaos, the “nigredo” of the alchemical work, the mud from which pure gold will sprout if I am handled with respect and knowledge. In the fire of sacrifice, I transfigure and become medicine, knowledge, the elixir of eternal life.
The Dance of Transmutation
When you look at me with fear, you don’t understand who I truly am. My power does not lie solely in destruction but in revelation. The ancients knew that to reach the philosopher’s stone, they first had to embrace the shadow, the poison that corrodes and destroys the illusions of the material world. The alchemist who flees from me will never reach the truth, for true knowledge can only flourish when one faces the dark side of existence. And that dark side is me.
Isn’t it in suffering and loss where men find their true strength? I am that latent force, the catalyst that triggers transformation. Every drop of my essence has the potential to free the soul from its chains, but only those who know how to wield my power can transcend the poison and transform it into light. Because, in the end, everything depends on the dose, on the initiate’s ability to bear the weight of darkness without succumbing to it.
In my purest form, I am the poison that penetrates the mind, that disintegrates the barriers of the ego, that strips the soul of its pretensions. I am the mercury that flows, the sulfur that burns, the salt that purifies. The masters of hermeticism and alchemy knew that within me lies the potential for true spiritual transmutation. It’s not about fleeing from me but confronting me, delving into my depths and emerging transformed, purified, renewed.
The lead that runs through the veins of the soul is what can turn into spiritual gold. My essence is present at every step of the Great Work, in every stage of the alchemical process. From the nigredo that inaugurates dissolution to the rubedo, the reddening that marks the glorious end of transmutation, I am the agent that accelerates change. My poison, well-handled, is the remedy that heals the deepest wounds of the spirit.
The Redemption of Poison
And so, here I am, in your hands. I am the poison that can be your doom or your salvation. My fate is not predetermined but is shaped by your will, by your ability to understand and master me. History is full of those who could not bear my weight and were consumed by me. But it is also full of those who, in their quest for knowledge and enlightenment, embraced my essence and, through me, attained the immortality of the soul.
To the ignorant, I am merely the snake that bites and brings death. But to the initiate, I am the dragon guarding the gold, the keeper of the deepest secrets of the universe. The ancient hermetic texts speak of me with respect and fear. In the Corpus Hermeticum, I am mentioned as the agent of change, the substance that, in its purest form, is the key that unlocks the doors to divine knowledge. Hermes Trismegistus knew that poison was not only the end but also the beginning of everything.
The poisons and toxins of the material world are mere metaphors for the dark forces that dwell within the human soul. Anger, envy, pride… all these emotions are poisons that, if not managed, corrupt the spirit. But like physical poison, they too can be transmuted. The inner alchemical process is a constant dance between light and darkness, between poison and medicine.
So, when you hold me, when you contemplate my power, you face the same choice the ancient alchemists did: will you reject me, fearful of my power, or will you embrace me, ready to transform poison into elixir? For within me lies the greatest secret of all: poison and medicine are one and the same. Only wisdom, deep knowledge, can make the difference.
I am the poison. I am the key. I am the door that, if you have the courage to cross, will take you beyond death, to the eternal mystery of life itself.
Invocation to the Essences of Poisons
Oh, ancient forces that lie dormant deep within the earth and the soul, I call upon you. To you, essence hidden in the shadow, primordial poison, energy that flows through the cracks of the universe, I invoke you. May the toxic currents of your power flow towards me, not as punishment or curse, but as the river of wisdom that transforms and elevates.
You, poison that springs from the deepest root of existence, you who are the substance that engenders life and death, answer my call. I acknowledge you, I honor you, and I bow before your ancient wisdom. In your dual nature, in that balance between destruction and creation, I find the path of transmutation. Come to me, silent poison, that through your essence, I may decipher the mysteries that remain hidden to uninitiated eyes.
- The Poison of the Underworld
From the bowels of the earth, where the primordial serpent coils its body around the core of the world, I call upon you, poison of darkness. To you, who dwell in the depths where life seems to fade, I invoke you. May the dark cloak that covers you dissolve, and may your power flow into this sacred space.
Oh, you who are the mother of poisons, the one who distills the purest essences of the earth, descend upon me with your dark mantle. Like the hidden stone that only reveals its inner gold through fire, so I surrender myself to your alchemy. May your essence penetrate my veins, not to corrupt, but to transform. May what is dark in me, what is weak in me, burn in the fire of your power.
To you, oh poison of the underworld, I offer my body and mind as the crucible where your essence may work. Come to me as you do with the root of mandrake, as you do with hemlock, with the opium that both lulls and awakens. Make me one with your ancient wisdom, and allow me to see through the veil that covers the secrets of the cosmos.
- The Poison of the Heavens
From on high, where the heavens open in their infinite splendor, I invoke the poison of the stars. To you, who flow like an ethereal current, who distill the mysteries of the celestial spheres into drops that fall like dew upon the earth, I call upon you. You are the poison that shines in the light of the stars, the one that crosses the space between the known and the unknown.
Oh, subtle essence that travels among the constellations, come to me. May the fire of the stars mingle with the poison of the earth in this consecrated space, and from that union may true knowledge arise. May your poison be the spark that illuminates the shadows of the soul, the lightning that burns away the impurities of ignorance and reveals the naked truth.
To you, celestial poison, I offer my spirit as the space in which you may shine. May my mind be the ether where your toxins reveal hidden clarity. May what is rigid in my thinking dissolve in the vastness of your essence. You, who have touched the minds of the ancients and whispered the secrets of divine alchemy, come and guide my understanding.
III. The Poison of Water
Oh, deep waters that run through the hidden channels of the earth and the heavens, I also invoke you. You who are the source of life and death, the poison that flows in the bowels of rivers and in the whisper of the ocean. To you, liquid essence that distills slow death and sudden rebirth, I call upon you so that your power may flood my being.
May the poison of the dark waters mingle with my blood, not to bring me death, but to purify what must be dissolved. May your currents drag me to the core of my being, where the secret of transformation resides. You are the poison of stagnant waters and the elixir of crystalline springs. From you arises both decay and purification, and in that duality, I find the power of eternal life.
Oh, aquatic poison, you who have been a bearer of death in ignorant hands, I invoke you so that under my will, you may become the balm that heals. May your waters flow within me, carrying away the residues of dead matter, cleansing the mud of my soul, and in your flow, may I find the clarity of light. To you, I offer my being, like a river awaiting the purification of your currents.
- The Poison of Air
From the breath of the wind that caresses the mountains and crosses the valleys, I invoke the poison of air. To you, who move invisibly, who enter every being and mix with the breath of life, I call upon you. You are the poison that cannot be seen, that travels in the breath of the world, that can either suffocate or liberate, depending on the destiny you choose.
To you, ethereal poison, I offer my breath. May, as I inhale your essence, you become the force that frees my spirit from earthly bonds. May, like volatile mercury, you elevate my mind and allow me to see beyond the evident. You are the bearer of change, the poison that transforms in a sigh, that kills slowly or heals quickly, depending on the dose and knowledge.
Oh, essence of the airs, may my lungs fill with your energy. May each breath be a transmutation, may each inhalation be a purification, and may upon exhaling, what is toxic within me dissolve in the wind. You, who have been a guide to sages and an assassin to the ignorant, come to me as the master who teaches through the very breath of life.
- The Poison of Earth
Finally, to you, oh poison of the earth, I call. You who lie in every grain of dust, in every rock, in every plant that rises from the depths. You are the oldest poison, the one that nourishes and destroys at the same time. Within you lies the force of matter, the potency of the substance that shapes the world.
To you, poisonous earth, I call for your power to envelop me. May what is solid in me be purified in your embrace. May what is heavy and corrupt in me be transformed through your alchemy. You are the mother of all poisons, the origin of all things. To you, I offer my body, so that within it you may work your transmutation.
Oh, essence of the earth, may your poison become the gold I seek, may what is lead within me turn into light. May, in your embrace, I find the stability I need to continue my journey toward the truth. May what is sick within me be purified by your wisdom.
The Union of Poisons
To the forces of poison, to the dark essences that carry within them the promise of transmutation, I call upon you. May, within me, the four elements unite in their eternal dance, and in that union, may I find the alchemical truth. May what was poison become my medicine, may what was shadow become my light.
To you, sacred poisons, I offer my being as the crucible in which your power may work. And in that work, may my soul find the immortality that lies hidden in the heart of matter…
Sandra Fernández
Director & Founder of IBC