Order of the Solar Temple

"Brothers and sisters of the first and the last hour. Today as we are gathered here in this holy place, the great terrestrial cycle is closing on itself. Omega is emerging through a new creation. The time of the great gathering is proclaiming the departure of the sons of heaven. In the name of the will of those whose will controls mine, I am handing the seed of our immortality and our transcendent nature to the worlds without end. At this highest moment, the power of the world should free itself and join with us the levels of the future, so engendered by ourselves in the likeness of the phoenix, we might be reborn from our ashes. For as the phoenix is raised towards a level above what is finite, what is finite should leave density and go up towards its origin. Our terrestrial journey is coming to its end. The world is coming to completion."

"The Rose+Croix has definitely not finished surprising you [...] Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed and everything is renewed in a Space–Time continuum. Alternately hunted down and adulated, the Immortal Rose+Croix will follow its path more than ever. Its mission will remain forever and ever."

"In all existing forms, from the smallest to the largest, from the electron to the galaxy, we are witnessing a phenomenon of attraction. Can we speak … of an awareness underlying all things that drives us to regain our original unity?"

"We leave this Earth to rediscover, with all clarity and in all freedom, a Dimension of Truth and the Absolute, far from the hypocrisies and the oppression of this world, to realize the seed of our future Generation"

"always remain worthy of wearing this Sacred Robe whatever may happen, even if your physical life is in danger, for you will soon learn that physical life is of no importance."

"Men, cry not over our fate, but rather cry for your own. Ours is more enviable than yours. To you who are receptive to this last message, may our Love and our Peace accompany you during the terrible tests of the Apocalypse that await you. Know that from where we will be, we will always hold our arms open to receive those who are worthy of joining us"

"We have been hunted down like dogs because what we were telling, what we are relating, disturbs at a high level … we are relieved to know that we as well as our children will no more have to endure the craziness of this earthly world. Don't believe anything that you read about us."

"Death is the same for us all. It is how we leave Life that makes the difference. You must be able to die to the profane world In order to be born again to the Cosmic World."

"Will you still be on this Earth when the countdown will begin? Will you still be on this Earth at the time of the Great Tribulation, when Antichrist and the false prophet will reign? Will you still be on this Earth when the world will go through the darkest days of its history? This may surprise you, but it is up to you to decide whether or not you will be present in these endtimes. Keep the hope of leaving this world before the Great Tribulation [...]"

"I think that our planet is slowly dying and I will do everything possible in order to be with her until the end, insofar as it will be possible."

"À tous ceux qui peuvent encore entendre et comprendre, la vie est un mouvement éternel, un va et vient infini. L'Eternel présent nous place dans un temps relatif à la terre et pour une durée qui appartient à l'inspire et l'expire du souffle de vie. Moi, porteur de lumière depuis la nuit des temps, le temps qui me fut assigné sur Terre est REVOLU et je retourne librement et volontairement d'où je suis issue, à l'aube des temps ! [...] Il est difficile pour l'homme de la terre de comprendre un tel choix, un tel geste, de poser volontairement son véhicule terrestre ! Il en est ainsi de toux ceux qui portent la lumière et la conscience cosmique qui savent où ils retournent ! Puisse la conscience de l'homme s'ouvrir toujours plus et s'enrichir subtilement par un tel vécu! Le travail est accompli et nous ramenons avec nous toute la quintessence d'une riche expérience vécue sur la planète Terre. Mon cœur s'ouvre et envoie de puissants rayons d'amour à tous ceux que j'ai aimé et chéris. Ne soyez pas tristes mais réjouissez-vous de notre propre retour conscient ! Puissent la lumière et la paix nous habiter à jamais. Un être de lumière vous salue dans l'amour."

"Death does not exist and is pure illusion. May we through the inner life find ourselves again and again."

"The suicide was organised to save their secrets. The whole group was built on everyone having secrets—secrets within secrets. Every time the police came to Morin Heights, members trembled lest they stumble upon the crypt in the basement, or desecrate their sacred temples and brotherhood rooms in Geneva. One word to the wrong source, one traitor or indiscretion, and all their secrets might be revealed."

"I knew all these people they found in Switzerland—and each one of them, to my knowledge, was perfectly capable of decorporealizing at will. But some of [them] were worried they might not make it all the way to Sirius—that they might lose their way and wake up back in their bodies. So, an obvious way to prevent that was to destroy the bodies so they would not come back!"

"I was the leader, anyone could be the leader. You know the planets? Some are close to the sun, Mercury is the closest, and some are further out... And yet each planet has their fixed course, and it was like that with us. Everyone has a role to play, we are all important."

"I was struck by their serenity... I found them strangely detached. 'What is death?', one of them asked with a strange glimmer in his eyes. These people were not crazy... they readied themselves for the end of the world the way others get ready for an exam."

"Listen. They all wanted the Transit, but they didn't have the courage to go. I might not have had the courage either, and I would have been happy if someone had helped me. If it was necessary. Why not?"

"Ne sachant que faire de ces cendres bien encombrantes, les autorités du canton du Valais décidèrent finalement de les enfouir en catimini dans le cimetière de Sion. C'est donc là, au cœur des Alpes suisses, sous une dalle anonyme, que Joseph Di Mambro (1924-1994) et Luc Jouret (1947-1994), les deux gourous de l'Ordre du Temple solaire, reposent aujourd'hui en paix. Et comme le dit la formule, pour l'Éternité."

"Vendredi 15 décembre 1995, tout le monde vit dans la fièvre des préparatifs de Noël. Sauf Christiane Bonet qui prépare le massacre."

"For two days and nights before the blast, the grownups had pursued a remarkable will to die. Over and over they fiddled with three tanks of propane that were hooked to an electric burner and a timing device. As many as four times, they swallowed sedatives, then arranged themselves in a cross around a queen-size bed, only to rise in bleary frustration when the detonator fizzled. Finally, they blew themselves to kingdom come. For them that would be the star Sirius, in the constellation Canis Major, nine light-years from Quebec. According to the doctrines of the Solar Temple, they will reign there forever, weightless and serene."

"Le rite s'accomplit pour la dernière fois. Les chevaliers de l'Ordre, conduits par le délire de leurs maîtres, guidés par la voix de leurs prophètes, s'acheminent vers leur apocalypse personnelle."

"In front of the police station at Rukungiri in southwestern Uganda, not far from the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC), the police officer could not believe his ears as I told him the story of the Order of the Solar Temple in Europe and Canada. His face showed a mixture of both puzzlement and relief: "You have also had such a case? In Switzerland? In a rich country? Not among poor people?" He called the other police officers: "Come, listen to this story! They have had the same thing in Europe!""

"Nous sommes aux antipodes de l'humilité propre aux saints et aux vrais maîtres spirituels. Le Temple Solaire sombre dans l'illusion et son orgueil ne le conduit qu'au néant: croyant devenir des dieux, les adeptes aveuglés suivent le joueur de flûte dans une danse macabre et se précipitent vers la mort."