It was the day after the lightning storm.  The sky had cleared, and
the cool morning breeze, rustling the drapes, brought into Mark
Sonntag's little studio apartment gentle, middle-class impressions
that included the sound of a lawnmower.  He was lying in bed, dimly
aware of the smell of fresh cut grass and of a robin's voice floating
in the breeze.  If not awakened at fifteen minutes past ten, by
somebody knocking on the door, he would have preferred to stay in bed
all morning and linger in the precious, lighter-than-flesh feeling of
partial consciousness.  Last night he didn't get to bed till 3:00.
On the third knock he threw the blanket aside, swung his legs over
the edge of the mattress and released a deep, agitated sigh.  The
lawnmower sounded like a tempest in his head.
	 Barefoot, and his eyes puffy from sleep, he un-locked the
door for Terrence Netherby, a theoretical science major who had come
over this morning to work on a book they had co-authored and sold
last month to a publisher for 1,000 dollars.
	 `Did I wake you?' the student, Terrence Netherby, asked.
	 `I was dead asleep, man.'  He left his flannel shirt un-
buttoned, his jeans un-zipped, and in the bathroom relieved himself.
Through the closed door he heard Netherby say:
	 `I talked to our editor at Random House.'
	 `Oh yeah.  What did he say?'  Mark zipped-up his pants.
	 `He gave us the go-ahead on your idea, of using Ed
MacIntosh's painting in our book.'
	 Mark came out of the bathroom.
	 `It would have to be in color,' he said, the toilet flushing
in the background.  `No black and white.'
	 `That's fine.  They're willing to swallow the extra printing
cost.  I was thinking, we could insert the MacIntosh painting in the
place where I describe my vortex theory.  If we did this, it would
give us breathing space before moving into your other-world theory.
The transition would be smoother.  Agreed?'
	 `I'm all for it.'
	 Terrence removed a stack of paper from his backpack.  This
was their book in manuscript form --- 1,158 pages in length --- which
he lowered onto a round oak table.  The cover page read:  Faustian
Age Religion.  His face grimacing, Mark sat himself down at the same
table as Terrence did, and removed the shell covering his Corona
typewriter.  The source of his discomfort was not so much lack of
sleep but the injury inflicted upon him last night outside the Grand
Emporium.  The un-buttoned flannel shirt he was wearing, as he
scooted forward in his chair, left his torso exposed and revealed the
purple and black bruise marks on his ribs.  Somebody had kicked him,
according what he told Terrence Netherby.
	 `Do you think you can work today?' Netherby asked.
	 `I think so.  My ribs are just bruised up a bit, not broken.
I wouldn't worry.'
	 Netherby gave him a clerical look of compassion.  `We can
postpone the book until next weekend.'
	 `No, we may as well get it out of the way today.  I have too
much work next weekend.'  While remaining seated, he tacked an 8 by
10 print of MacIntosh's, River in Vermont, flush against the wall; at
the same time looking through the open window, he noticed that the
sunny, Spring morning had brought-out the neighborhood children.
Several of them were playing football across the street.
	 `So you were attacked for no reason?' Terrence asked.
	 `Must have been bad karma, but yes, I was attacked for no
logical reason, that I can see.  Never saw the guys before last
night.'
	 `Incredible.'
	 `Tell me about it.'
	 Mark wound a sheet of paper into the rubber spools, laid his
hands over the keyboard and begun typing in the warm sunshine that
poured through the window brightening the hairs on his forearms.
Mark was happy.  He worked, went to school, and wrote the kind of
books that he wanted to write.  His boss at the construction company
paid him in cash at exactly the same time every Saturday, and
whatever extra he made he stashed in the coffee can hidden under his
bed.  Hung on the plaster walls was poster art purchased at the
university bookstore: artists included Botticelli, Ven Eyck, and one
other Gnostic print showing Mary Magdallen.  An un-framed print of
Michelangelo's  Creation of Adam spanned the width of his double
sized bed.  In front the bed was the oak table where Mark typed in
the sunshine --- a flurry of clicking noises filled the room --- and
beyond the window was a large oak tree.  The birds sung all
morning.
	 Every now and then, throughout the day, he paused to reflect
on the print tacked to the wall.  The flaky, un-discriminating
brushwork consisted in successive layers of paint, built up one on
top of the other as if representing successive moments in time.  The
effect, Mark wrote, was a `. . . transcendent aura of movement which
seems to envelope the river as though the river was an Arcadia
existing underneath the flow of time.  To become absorbed in its
fresh, sparkling current is to transcend our normal perception of the
world and realize that the universe we live in is in no hurry to
become what it already is:  time being omnipresent.'  Mark, as he
typed, was unaware of anything else besides the river's majestic-blue
color shimmering in his imagination, the aqueous, silver-blue no less
profound than the hints of atelbriun brown tinting the sky's
atmosphere, or the ravaging green foliage growing from the
embankment, or the white flecks of paint where the river splashed
against the rocks.  Ed McIntosh's artistic vision was not
metaphysical nor other worldly, rather hyper-real, super-sensible,
half-chaotic, as evidenced by the a-symmetrical, illogical brushwork
of the cumulonimbus clouds, or the immaterial wisps of sunshine
floating in the upper air.  Nature, as Ed presented it, was dynamic
rather than static, a spiritual luminosity penetrated by two opposing
forces, symmetry and a-symmetry, light and darkness.

	 By days end Mark had made the required changes.  The sun was
sinking low.  It was early evening, and the smell of fresh-cut grass
had returned now that the sun-warmed airs had begun to cool and
condense over the bright green lawns of Crondelet Drive.  Mark
flipped on the light in kitchen and opened the cupboard.  On the top
shelf, above a stack of plates, was a jug of wine.  He asked:
	 `Would you like a glass before you go home?'
	 `Yes, thank you.'
	 Mark poured two glasses.  Terrence asked him:
	 `So who's that girl you mention earlier today?'
	 `Elizabeth Sinclair.'
	 `The name sounds familiar,' Terrence said, then paused to
taste the wine.  Mark reassumed his seat behind the type writer,
saying:
	 `She dances for the American Ballet. . . a fascinating girl.
Something tells me she's clairvoyant.'
	 `I heard she's a phenomenal dancer.'
	 `That she is,' he replied, feeling as if Terrence's interest
in the matter was pure formality.  Terrence hadn't lifted his eyes
from the manuscript and was frowning down at a mathematic equation,
which he wrote with a stubby, #2 pencil.  For as much as Ed lived
through his feelings, Netherby lived through the intellect.  His pair
of black, deep-set eye were introverted upon an electronic,
irreligious, mathematical world of numbers.  There was nothing
sensual about him.  His raven-black hair, combed to the side,
conveyed the clean cut look of a news anchor.
	 Mark turned his wrist over and saw that his watch read
fifteen minutes past eight.  Thinking he would be alone with
Elizabeth in less than ninety minutes produced a breathless pressure
in his chest.  It was a discomforting feeling, but also exciting.
When the phone rang he lurched from his chair.
	 `Hello?' he answered.
	 `Mark?  This is Elizabeth.'
	 Mark laid on the bed, delighted to hear her voice; it had a
soothing tone and a wide range, like the voice of singer.
	 `Did you intend to kill him?' she cried.
	 He sat up in bed.  `What did you say?'
	 `Everybody's going crazy down here.'
	 `Where?'
	 `Here, at the theater.  Giovanni. . .'
	 `What about him?' Mark asked.
	 `You don't know?'
	 `Know what?  I have no idea what you're talking about.'
	 `The doctors don't think he'll make it through the night.  I
can't believe it.  You did this?  You shouldn't have.  Why?'
	 `I didn't.  I have no idea. . .'  Mark stopped in mid-
sentence.  `Listen, I had nothing to do with whatever happened to
Giovanni.'
	 `People think you beat him to death.'
	 `Me?  We threw a few punches, but that's it.'
	 `What do you mean you threw a few punches.  So you fought?'
	 `I guess you could call it that.'
	 `You guess?
	 `Let me explain.  After you left in the taxi last night,
Giovanni walked up behind me and took a cheap shot.  So I decked
him.  He hit the ground and I walked away.  But, down the block, he
came at me again, so I struck him again.  That's all.  Elizabeth, I
didn't beat him up.  That's not in my realm.'
	 `If you didn't, and I can't imagine you would! than I suggest
you call a lawyer.  Has the police contacted you?
	 `No.  Have they talked with you?'
	 `No, not yet, but I expect to.'  There was a long pause
during which Elizabeth's voice seemed unable to bring itself out.
She sighed and cursed into the phone.  `You are innocent, aren't you?'
	 `I am, I am.'
	 `Then how did Giovanni get battered?'
	 `I don't know.  I can only speculate.  I floored him, and I
think I broke his nose.  His eyes were watering and blood trickled
from his nostrils.  I felt sorry for him.  Once his pain subsided, he
removed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket; he gave me one, and we
talked.  Then I said good-bye.  After we parted, I walked to the buss
stop, and was attacked.'
	 `By who?'
	 `Three guys.  These guys were sitting on the buss I was
riding earlier in the night.  They jumped me, kicked me on the ground
and started calling me a `rotten capitalist pig.'  Maybe they knew
who I was, or read one of my books.  But I don't know.  It's all very
bizarre.'
	 `Are you hurt?'
	 `Not really.  Luckily, I managed to run away.  Giovanni,
evidently, wasn't so lucky.  How is he?'
	 `Bad, very bad.'
	 The downward inflection of her voice tapered into silence;
and in the quietness, he heard her gasp as if she wanted to add
something else to their conversation.  Mark waited.  Finally,
Elizabeth told him she was speaking from a phone backstage at Lincoln
Center, and that there were people standing close by, near enough to
eaves drop on their conversation.  The ballet was half-over.  It was
intermission and the murmurs of the audience could be heard where
Elizabeth talked on the phone.

Clothed in her stage costume and pointing slippers, her hair pulled
back into a bun, her pale legs showed beneath the frills of her white
tu-tu.  She pressed her lips against the phone, covered her left ear
and turned towards a gray, cinder block wall.  Her voice had become
sad and hesitant.
	 `Mark?' she said.
	 `Yes.'
	 `I have to hang up,' she said, facing the wall but well aware
of the stage director.  He was crying:  `Hurry up Elizabeth!  You're
on.'  Elizabeth ignored him, and spoke into the phone:  `After the
show, Mark, the police are going to question me.  They're going to
ask what happened between you and Giovanni.'
	 `Good, let them ask.  I have nothing to hide, and neither do
you.  Tell them the truth.'
	 `You know, then, that this will only deepen their suspicion
towards you.'
	 `I know. . .'
	 This time the director raised a clipboard over his head, and
cried:  `You're on!'
	  Next to the director stood Elizabeth's dance partner, Pierre
Rourke, a tall, slender, `danseur noble' having a long, pointed face,
wide shoulders and a pair of big dancer legs that bulged the tights
he was wearing.  Elizabeth slammed the phone and ran towards the
velvet wings.  Pierre grasped her hand.  At the moment of contrition,
their bodies relaxed and explosive, they burst from the dark recesses
of the wings and whirled onto the stage just as the music filled the
theater, with Elizabeth doing eight pirouettes on pointe in a high
passe.  Immediately, her worries and anxieties over last night's
assault dissolved to be replaced by the rapture of a life
performance.  Her body moved subconsciously, but her mind was fully
aware of all that occurred around her, aware of the claps and shouts,
of the warmth of Pierre's hand, his swift subtle movements, aware of
his long pointed face, his attentive eyes, and of the funny habit he
shared with Nureyev, of dancing with his lips parted.  In and out of
his arms, moving in his etheric flow of energy, she simultaneously
absorbed herself in the music being played, Vivaldi's Spring
Concerto; rising, falling, cresting, surging, the grinding violin
chords flowed through her like some unknown magnetic fluid composed
of heat, light and sound, visible to the inner eye.
	 Meanwhile, a police investigator for the NYPD was making his
presence known backstage, questioning anyone who might have spoken
with Giovanni last night or seen him leave the theater, and if so
with whom.  There were those in the company who believed she had
turned against Giovanni, and that a new fling of hers was responsible
for the assault.  The more people questioned the more it looked as if
a love triangle had formed between Elizabeth, Giovanni and `a young
scholar from Connecticut.'  In all, ten cast members submitted
witness statements.
	 By then Elizabeth was in her dressing room, in a deeply
introverted mood, un-willing to speak or associate with anyone, and
was quietly removing the make up from her face.  It didn't matter, to
her, what anybody thought --- not now at least.  The performance left
her in a solitary mood disaffected from her usual concerns.  When
somebody knocked on the dressing room door her response was curt at
the expense of sounding temperamental.  `Go away, I'm changing,' she
had said, and continued smearing a cotton swab over her face; the
frills of her tu-tu concealed the legs of the stool where she sat;
the bun at the back of her head yet to be released from the hair
pins.  The light-bulbs surrounding the mirror were bright, but the
rest of the room dark, and her ten-foot shadow loomed on the far
cinderblock wall.
	 `It's urgent,' repeated the voice through the door.  Again,
her response was abrupt.
	 `Fifteen more minutes please,' and she reached for a box of
tissues amid the hair pains, bottles of perfume, brushes and combs
that were scattered over the make-up table.  The tissue was dipped in
make-up remover and then used to smear the white-make-up covering her
face.  Layer by layer, the rosy glow of her cheeks emerged from the
whiteness.
	 Not until her face was clean did she allow the man inside,
Officer Scayhan.  He was wearing a gray trench coat, a big, barrel-
shaped man, who entered the room and closed the door behind him.
They were alone.
	 `I'm sorry to disturb you, miss, but I was wondering if I
could ask you a few questions.  I came to enquire about a man named
Giovanni Migliazzo.'
	 `What about it?' she asked, still seated at the stool, and
speaking to his form reflecting in the mirror.
	 `Do you know him?'
	 `Who doesn't?'
	 `Well, if you haven't heard, he was mugged last night.  I
came to ask what happened.'
	 Elizabeth bent her arms behind her back, and one by one
removed the hair pins from her bun.
	 `Well?' the investigator asked.
	 She kept removing the hair pins, and said nothing for some
time, resenting the questions at a time she normally prized for its
reflective quiet.  Finally, she said:  `We had a flat tire last
night, and I took a cab home.'  The long strands of hair woven into
her bun unfurled upon her shoulders.  Then she picked up her comb,
leaned her head to the side and starting brushing in a mood that
expressed ultra-feminine indifference.
	 `Then?' the officer asked.
	 `Then nothing.  After I hopped inside the cab, I can't tell
you what happened.  I wasn't there.'
	 `Do you know anything about this man called Mark Sonntag?'
	 `Yes, I know him.  He seems like a very nice guy.  I can
hardly believe he did it.'
	 `How long have you known him?'
	 `I met him last night for the first time.  We were supposed
to go on a date tonight.'
	 `Well, we have reason to think he's responsible for the
assault.  I would stay clear of him until we know for sure.  He could
be dangerous.'
	 `Thank you.  I'll take that into consideration.'
	 `Do,' he said, then lowered his hat on his head and gave her
his business card.  `Call me if you feel the need.'
	 `Thanks.  I will.'
	 He left the room.
	 Again, she doubted Mark's innocence.  Elizabeth set about in
a hurry, pacing the room, and carelessly un-zipped the back of her
costume.  Thin, silk, shoulder straps slid down her arms.  In the
shower, she ran a bar of soap across her skin hurriedly and didn't
bother washing her hair.  The last stream of water flowed round her
feet into the drain.
	 Minutes later, she came out of her dressing room, clothed in
a white ivory blouse, a black knee-length skirt and high heal shoes
that clicked heal to toe against the bare concrete floor.  She could
not imagine Mark beating somebody as bad as Giovanni had been
beaten.  It seemed impossible, and yet the evidence was stacked high
against him.  At the phone, which she used during intermission, she
dialed Mark's number.  It was irksome enough to think he may have
stalked her last night, then tried to kill Giovanni, but the thought
of going out with him tonight was unthinkable.
	 She was standing there, holding the phone to her ear, alone
backstage, listening to the pauses lingering in-between the rings.
Behind her came a voice:
	 `Elizabeth, are we still on for tonight?'
	 Her heart lurched, she spun around, and saw Mark Sonntag.  He
was standing before the ropes that were used to manipulate the
curtains, each rope counterbalanced by led weights.  Part of her was
afraid, part in awe.  He was not an average-size man--- his hands
were vice-grips.  She hung up the phone and met his hazel eyes.
	 `I'm feeling nervous about all this,' she said.
	 `Don't be nervous.  I would never hurt you.'
	 `But Mark.  The police. . . they're absolutely convinced it
was you.'
	 `It wasn't me.  It'll be fine.  Everything will work out.'
	 `But. . .'
	 `Lisa.  Don't worry.  You're thinking too much.  Your heart
knows the truth.  Everything will fall into place.'
	 `Did you say anything to the detective?'
	 `Yes.  I told him the truth.'
	 She was relieved he said this.  But her heart still pounded.
She found it perplexing how Mark could be so relaxed.
	 `You must place your faith in a higher power, Mark, to be so
confident.  Of coarse, what do I know?  I don't know anything about
you.'
	 `That's the one thing I can cure.'
	 `You have an accent and you say words like ruckus and hornets
nest.  Your nose suggests you're from the South.  Mississippi,
perhaps?'
	 Mark twitched his nose with his finger.  `No, I'm from the
Northwest.'
	 `The Northwest?  What else?'
	 `Well, what do you say we go to the Carnegie Deli, have a
slice of apple pie, a cup of coffee, and we can talk.  I think that's
fair.  If you still think I'm a lunatic, then I'll understand.'
	 `Deal.'
	 By this time of night, the theater was empty.  They
encountered no one except for Union men in the production crew and
the janitorial staff, each of whom greeted Elizabeth in passing but
critically scrutinized Mark Sonntag.  Everyone, by now, knew who he
was.
	 The famous, glass-faced entrance hall overlooked Broadway.
Elizabeth nodded pleasantly, if not a little shyly, when the young
scholar opened a glass door for her.
	 A warm breeze saturated in moisture blew through the
courtyard expanding out in front of Lincoln Center.  At the curbside,
Mark raised his arm.  A cab appeared almost immediately.  They
climbed inside; he shut the door.  And afterwards, the cab gained
speed, accelerated fast enough to equal the pace of traffic.  Going
North up Broadway the cab was one in a barrage of vehicles, some
bearing straight ahead, others changing lanes, although the unified
character of the whole remained constant.  Five cars behind the taxi
cab was a black Cadillac nearing the intersection of Broadway and
Amsterdam.

	 The Cadillac accelerated through a red light, its engine
groaning under the hood, and it plush suspension system absorbing the
hump in the middle of the intersection.  Gliding smoothly in traffic,
it had New Jersey plates and dark tinted windows, while the two
occupants inside gave the un-mistakable impression of belonging to
the Mafia.  Armed with .22 revolvers, and clothed in black suits and
black felt hats, more specifically they belonged to the Italian
Mafia, and took Giovanni's assault as a personal offence.  The
driver, whose purple tie matched the silk handkerchief blooming from
his breast pocket, took a parking space lit up overhead by an
overhanging street lamp.
	 Across the street was the deli; its sign extended above a
long line of windows, through which the costumers could be seen,
several shades brighter than the grayness of 77th Street.  A buss boy
was mopping the floor behind a booth where Elizabeth and Mark sat
down in plane view of the two Mafioso's waiting in the Cadillac.
The driver removed the keys from the ignition, saying:
	 `Cigarette?'
	 `Sure.'
	 He removed a pack from his suit jacket, handed him one, and
waited in the car with the intention of following Mark Sonntag
wherever else he might go this evening.  In the meantime, the driver
and the passenger discussed the assault.
	 `Gio's wallet wasn't stolen,' said the passenger.  `His rings
were still on his fingers.  If thievery was the motive, Mark would
have taken the wallet and stole the rings.  This was no mugging.  It
was a hit.'
	 The driver glared at Mark's image profiled in the window.  In
the cold, electric light he and Elizabeth seemed less lovers than co-
conspirators.  There was disgust in the driver's voice.
	 `Mark Sonntag beats, stabs, almost murders Gio, and now he's
having matzo ball soup with his girl!  And is she mourning?'
	 `Hell no she's not.'
	 `Then Vince is right.  It was a hit.'
	 One hour later, at closing time, the deli's sign flickered
before assimilating itself into the grayness of night.  The deli
dimmed to a half glow.  It was going on one o'clock, and a waitress
inside the restaurant reversed an open sign dangling by a string over
the front door.  Elizabeth and Mark walked into the grayness outside.

	 Neither of them seemed to be in a hurry; once on the
sidewalk, they did not hale a cab as expected.  Their slow, leisure
strides along the wide boardwalk seemed to drift without any purpose
other than to enjoy the night for its own sake.
	 `Why didn't you tell the police to blow off?' she asked as
they were passing the clubs and restaurants on 77th Street and were
recalling the events that had transpired backstage after the ballet.
Mark was strolling besides her.  He removed his hands from deep
inside the pockets of his gray, khaki slacks.
	 `I'll tell you why, Elizabeth.  It's because I can't,' he
said, gesturing with his hands.  `When it comes to the police, or
anyone of authority, priests, my boss, landlords, whoever, I can
never lie.  I always surrender to cowardice.  I looked Officer
Scayhan in the eye and told him it was I who broke Giovanni's nose.
	 `You can't lie?'
	 `No.  No.  I couldn't.'
	 `That is peculiar.  You know, a lie would have worked to your
advantage.  If you would have told the police that you never
encountered Giovanni, never saw him, then how would they know any
different?  Nobody saw you two fighting.'
	 `See what a coward I am?'
	 But this element of his personality did not trouble her in
the least.  In fact, she seemed charmed.  `That's not cowardice!' she
said with a smile.  `That's called honesty.'
	 `Albeit, a peculiar, mad form of honesty.'
	 `It's chivalry and I love it.'
	 They turned their heads only long enough to catch a shy,
fleeting glimpse of each other.  Their fingers made contact, almost
by accident, then they held hands in a glow of relaxation.  For the
first time, in as long as she could remember, she felt like a normal
girl going on a normal date, with a normal man, who lived a normal,
honest life.
	 `Let's not talk about Gio any longer,' Mark said.  He came to
an abrupt stop and gripped her shoulders.  `Is that all right?'
	 Elizabeth stood there, looking up at him, feeling her heart
thump in her chest.  Her feminine sensibilities felt it coming.
	 `I'm a simple man, Elizabeth.  I don't live my life for
tragedies.  I've barely caused a ripple my whole life.'
	 `I'm simple too,' she said, then received the kiss she sensed
coming; pleased he finally did it.  `I hate tragedies.  I don't even
prefer Shakespeare.'
	 `Who likes Shakespeare?' he said and kissed her again.
	 `I like Shakespeare in the park, I suppose, when I have a
bottle of wine and a big quilt to lay upon.'
	 `I take it, you're not a sentimentalist.'
	 `No.  Does that bother you?'
	 `Not particularly.  Let's go somewhere?'
	 `Let's do.'
	 `And lets not speak anymore of Giovanni.'
	 And nor did Elizabeth want to.  The thrilling solemnity of
the kiss evaporated all the tension and pretense of a first date.
And she wanted to go with him somewhere, just not his place, because
she did not feel comfortable with that.  She knew, whomever was in
the Cadillac, would follow them wherever Mark went this evening.  She
knew who they were, and who they worked for.  She knew everything
about Vince Serenghetti's killers and how they killed and how they
dare not lay a hand on Mark as long as he was with any member of the
powerful Sinclair family.  They could not follow them up to her high,
elevated apartment, thirty stories up into the Manhattan sky line.

Chapter Five of "The Sirius Chronicles," copyright 2002.  Mathew
Morrell.  All rights reserved.

The "Calendar of the Soul"

   The cycle of the year can be a meditation through which you can sense the
Beings that are behind the changing seasons, and Steiner gave out the
'Calendar of the Soul' to do this. It's 52 meditative mantras enabling you to
consciously experience the 'astral' (soul) events occurring within you as
well as in outer Nature in the course of the year. These are well known to
many anthroposophists; but the original Calendar published in 1912 ALSO
contained 12 Images of the Zodiac (to be meditated on to sense the working of
the 'solar' forces in the cosmos in the day), a listing of the Moon's phase
and position in the constellations each night (for sensing the 'lunar'
forces), and a list of saints and other spiritual figures connected with
specific days of the week. We're presenting all that here. We begin with the
mantra in the original German and in translation:


  *  M A N T R A  # 1 9 *
Geheimnisvoll das Neu-Empfang'ne
Mit der Erinnerung zu umschliessen,
Sie meines Strebens weitrer Sinn:
Es soll starkend Eigenkräfte
In meinem Innern wecken
Und werdend mich mir selber geben.

Mysteriously the newly-received
With the Memory to enclose,
Be my Striving's wider Sense:
It will strengthen Self-forces
In my Inner awaken
And becoming me give me my self.

     The summer is when we are meant to lose ourselves in the play of light
and warmth, then, from out of the Spirit revealed in the outer world, we are
to find our "selves" again in the World-Self. This  week that process is at
the point where we have received this 'world self' in the past month, have
taken in to the soul's depths, and now we seek to enclose this Summer-Event
within memory. In the future the world's very essence will become something
permanently part of us, giving us a new 'self' as it evolves us further.

                              **********************************
      The Sun, according to the Doctor, is under the influence of Leo from
August 4th to Sept. 7th in our era. The symbolic image of the Lion done from
Steiner's sketches & indications is attached to this post as a JPEG, although
it may go through to you or not depending on your settings.
      The Moon positions and phases for the week are listed below along with
some of the spiritual figures connected with the days.

Sunday August 4th. Moon Gemini. Dominic (Founder of the Dominican Order).
Josias, King of Judea. Josias, the Prophet. Tertullian. Aristarchus. 1792 the
Poet Shelley born.
Monday August 5th. Moon Cancer. 1396 Gutenberg born.

Tuesday August 6th.  Moon Cancer. Sixtus. Verklarung Christi.
Wednesday August 7th. Moon Leo. Asra. Cajetan. Donatus. Petrus and Julianus.
Ulrika.
Thursday August 8th. Moon Leo. New Moon. Cyriacus. Justinus. Romanus.
Eseverus. Smaragdus. Ladislaus.
Friday August 9th. Moon Virgo. Cajetan. Ericus.
Saturday August 10th. Moon Virgo. Agathe. Laurentius.

Dr. Starman

^^^^^^^Sorry to be so late with this week's; I was travelling without my
laptop.

hi everybody,

any chance of getting the coordenates of the birth
place of Steiner?
does anybody have his chart?


pace amici

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Dr Starman,

I've wanting ask you if you had done STeiner's chart?

Thanks

Carol
--- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...> wrote:
> hi everybody,
>
> any chance of getting the coordenates of the birth
> place of Steiner?
> does anybody have his chart?
>
>
> pace amici
>
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I do not know if you are asking me personally, Carol.
If that is the case, the answer is: yes! of course!




--- Carol <softabyss@...> wrote:
> Dr Starman,
>
> I've wanting ask you if you had done STeiner's
> chart?
>
> Thanks
>
> Carol
> --- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...>
> wrote:
> > hi everybody,
> >
> > any chance of getting the coordenates of the birth
> > place of Steiner?
> > does anybody have his chart?
> >
> >
> > pace amici
> >
> > __________________________________________________
> > Do You Yahoo!?
> > Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better
> > http://health.yahoo.com
> >
>
>
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Wonderful, Francisco! May I ask you a few questions about it?

Carol
--- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...> wrote:
> I do not know if you are asking me personally, Carol.
> If that is the case, the answer is: yes! of course!
>
>
>
>
> --- Carol <softabyss@...> wrote:
> > Dr Starman,
> >
> > I've wanting ask you if you had done STeiner's
> > chart?
> >
> > Thanks
> >
> > Carol
> > --- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...>
> > wrote:
> > > hi everybody,
> > >
> > > any chance of getting the coordenates of the birth
> > > place of Steiner?
> > > does anybody have his chart?
> > >
> > >
> > > pace amici
> > >
> > > __________________________________________________
> > > Do You Yahoo!?
> > > Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better
> > > http://health.yahoo.com
> > >
> >
> >
> > __________________________________________________
> > Do You Yahoo!?
> > Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better
> > http://health.yahoo.com
> >
>
>
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I would be very interested in Steiner's birth data if you wouldn't mind
posting it.

Thanks,
Janet

Hey Jeff:  Apropos of your message on July 27 regarding "people"
(physical or etheric) on other planets, I thought you might like to
give a comment about the following:
From Steiner's "The effects of Spiritual Development", PP 20-21, "We
can compare milk, plants and animal flesh as foods when, through
esoteric development, we have become more sensible of their effects
in ourselves.  It will then be easier for us to confirm the
statements arising from a rational observation of the external
world.  From occult observation of the cosmos you would find milk
substance on earth, but on no other planet of our solar system.  What
is produced in a similar manner within the organism of living beings
on other planets in our solar system would be something totally
different from terrestial milk.  Milk is specifically of the earth.
If we wanted to generalise about milk we should have to say that the
beings inhabiting each planetary system have their own particular
milk."
What do you suppose he's talking about?...regards, Macannadh

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Now that you have the chart You can ask whatever you
want.

--- Carol <softabyss@...> wrote:
> Wonderful, Francisco! May I ask you a few questions
> about it?
>
> Carol
> --- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...>
> wrote:
> > I do not know if you are asking me personally,
> Carol.
> > If that is the case, the answer is: yes! of
> course!
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > --- Carol <softabyss@...> wrote:
> > > Dr Starman,
> > >
> > > I've wanting ask you if you had done STeiner's
> > > chart?
> > >
> > > Thanks
> > >
> > > Carol
> > > --- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...>
> > > wrote:
> > > > hi everybody,
> > > >
> > > > any chance of getting the coordenates of the
> birth
> > > > place of Steiner?
> > > > does anybody have his chart?
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > pace amici
> > > >
> > > >
> __________________________________________________
> > > > Do You Yahoo!?
> > > > Yahoo! Health - Feel better, live better
> > > > http://health.yahoo.com
> > > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
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> > > http://health.yahoo.com
> > >
> >
> >
> > __________________________________________________
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> >
>
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On the astrological front, we can not forget two
things:

1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the one of
the moment when the mother gets pregnant. I think they
call it the pre-birth chart.

2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa, one with
irregular constellations.

Pace amici

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On the astrological front, we can not forget two
things:

1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the one of
the moment when the mother gets pregnant. I think they
call it the pre-birth chart.

2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa, one with
irregular constellations.

Pace amici

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On the astrological front, we can not forget two
things:

1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the one of
the moment when the mother gets pregnant. I think they
call it the pre-birth chart.

2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa, one with
irregular constellations.

Pace amici

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Dr Starman suggested:

> Perhaps we can have a bit of discussion of his chart and/or
> astrology in
> general.
>

I would really appreciate that.

Dr Starman, and anybody else who practices astrology, I
wonder if you could look at Steiner's chart and as much as
you can erase that it is STEINER who cloaked himself in it,
and tell me what you see in term of what might be the
personal challenges/temtations that this individual woudl go
through? It would be as if person you've never met or heard
anything about is standing in front of you, today, with this
chart and says, "Can you tell me what my chart suggests in
terms of what my personal one-sidedness might be, or what my
blind-spots might be"

Obviously, Steiner would have done massive work to overcome
these blind-spots and one-sidednesses, but that is why I
would find it so interested to see what the stars say on this
issue.  Thanks to all who help me out with this question...

Carol

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Along with following Steiner's method of charting, I would be
very interested to have my previous question answered from
the perspective of the more common practice- not because I
doubt the validity of Steiner's suggestions, but only because
I am personally aware of the degree to which the more common
method works well (it is my measuring stick, at this point,
so to speak)and would like to see how it speaks to Steiner's
chart.

Along with this, I would definately love to hear more about
Steiner's chart in relation to Steiner's method of charting.

Carol
--- Francisco Barbosa <alvesbarbosa@...> wrote:
>
> On the astrological front, we can not forget two
> things:
>
> 1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the one of
> the moment when the mother gets pregnant. I think they
> call it the pre-birth chart.
>
> 2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa, one with
> irregular constellations.
>
> Pace amici
>
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I think I read somewhere Steiner saying that
sometimes, the entitiy does not incarnate at the
moment of the birth.
It is quite difficult to find where, I have all his
books in several languages... what we need here is a
database...



--- DRStarman2001@... wrote:
> In a message dated 8/5/2002 9:10:19 PM Eastern
> Daylight Time,
> alvesbarbosa@... writes:
>
>
> > On the astrological front, we can not forget two
> things:
> > 1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the one
> of the moment when the
> > mother gets pregnant. I think they call it the
> pre-birth chart.
> > 2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa, one
> with irregular
> > constellations.
> > Pace amici
> >
>
> *******Both of these are only partially true. True,
> there is a whole field of
> 'astrosophy' that uses the time of conception--- or
> more accurately the
> movements of the planets FROM conception TO birth.
> It supposedly shows the
> previous earth-lives and what is brought over from
> them. However, if you'll
> read Steiner's book "The Spiritual Guidance of Man
> and Mankind" he is
> emphatic about all of us being 'imprinted' with
> something at the moment of
> BIRTH. He states flatly that if one were to take a
> sectional photograph of
> the brain of a newborn baby at birth with its
> convolutions, it would be found
> to match the positions of the planets overhead at
> that moment. This is
> similar to the ancient teaching about the ethers
> acting through the air
> 'stamping' us at the moment of the first breath
> independent of the mother's
> body.
>
>    Second, Steiner used both the Signs AND the
> Constellations, as can be seen
> in his direct pupil Elizabeth Vreeede's book
> Anthroposophy and Astrology (she
> was the first head of the Mathematical-Astronomical
> Section of the
> Goethanum). He gave out the dates he said the Sun
> was now in the influence of
> the 12 unequal constellations---for instance, he
> said Cancer the Crab was
> only 2 weeks long, from about July 20th to August
> 3rd (these are in the
> Soul-Calendar mailings)--- but he ALSO used the 12
> equal signs or what Robert
> Powell calls the Steps of the Sun (so, for instance,
> the Moon is listed in
> the SIGNS, not the constellations, in the
> Soul-Calendar).
>
> Dr. Starman
>


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Not that there isn't a down-side to it, but I must say: not
too long ago, it would have taken perhaps five months to
enjoy the correspondences that have occurred on this STeiner
list in the last 3 hours.

Thanks so much Dr Starman for that fascinating adumbration of
STeiner's chart; I'm gonna print that puppy out!

Carol
--- DRStarman2001@... wrote:
> softabyss@... writes:
>
> > Dr Starman suggested:
> > > Perhaps we can have a bit of discussion of his chart
> and/or astrology in
> > general.
> > >
> >
> > I would really appreciate that.
> >
> > Dr Starman, and anybody else who practices astrology, I
> > wonder if you could look at Steiner's chart and as much
> as
> > you can erase that it is STEINER who cloaked himself in
> it,
> > and tell me what you see in term of what might be the
> > personal challenges/temtations that this individual woudl
> go
> > through? It would be as if person you've never met or
> heard
> > anything about is standing in front of you, today, with
> this
> > chart and says, "Can you tell me what my chart suggests
> in
> > terms of what my personal one-sidedness might be, or what
> my
> > blind-spots might be"
> >
> > Obviously, Steiner would have done massive work to
> overcome
> > these blind-spots and one-sidednesses, but that is why I
> > would find it so interested to see what the stars say on
> this
> > issue.  Thanks to all who help me out with this
> question...
> >
> > Carol
>
> *******Well, Alan Leo called Rudolf Steiner a
> "Martian-Jupiterian type", a
> judgement I quite concur with. Part warrior, part priest.
> He has Jupiter
> overhead in Leo, so he loved performing and got a lot out
> of all his contact
> with the theater. His Sun opposed Saturn meant difficulty
> with his father in
> early life (which one can detect in his grudging respect
> for the tough old
> man in Steiner's autobiography) and difficulty with
> authority figures
> throughout life (and he certainly challenged them
> frequently enough, and
> often expressed his frustration at people misusing their
> authority and at
> others blindly following it). His Venus in Aquarius was his
> liking for
> finding bizarre ways to express a thought (e.g., 'The brain
> is an
> elaborately-organized dung-heap') and being a bit
> revolutionary; his Mercury
> conjunct Neptune is found in logical interpreters of images
> or symbols,
> whether astrologers or those who teach art history. The
> Mars-Pluto
> conjunction in Taurus is a deep knowledge of techniques
> such as for B-D
> agriculture and medicine especially (it's in the 6th House
> of Health), but
> only tapped into by reaching the deepest levels of
> consciousness. Saturn in
> the 10th House is often found in the charts of physicians.
> Uranus, planet of
> the unusual and upsets, is at the focus of a T-Square in
> his 7th House,
> meaning unusual circumstances for marriages---sudden ones
> that end suddenly
> too. Also, he has the Moon in Libra in the 12th House: that
> means he almost
> literally couldn't do anything without the right partner.
> He didn't assert
> himself on others, like "This is what I want to do", but
> instead he waited
> till someone had a need and then he acted for the Other
> person.
>    And with Scorpio rising I'd hate to have seen him
> mad.....
>    My two cents....
>
> Starman
>


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Francisco Barbosa wrote:

 I think I read somewhere Steiner saying that
sometimes, the entitiy does not incarnate at the
moment of the birth.
It is quite difficult to find where, I have all his
books in several languages... what we need here is a
database...
 
 

--- DRStarman2001@... wrote:
> In a message dated 8/5/2002 9:10:19 PM Eastern
> Daylight Time,
> alvesbarbosa@... writes:
>
>
> > On the astrological front, we can not forget two
> things:
> > 1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the one
> of the moment when the
> > mother gets pregnant. I think they call it the
> pre-birth chart.
> > 2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa, one
> with irregular
> > constellations.
> > Pace amici
> >
>
> *******Both of these are only partially true. True,
> there is a whole field of
> 'astrosophy' that uses the time of conception--- or
> more accurately the
> movements of the planets FROM conception TO birth.
> It supposedly shows the
> previous earth-lives and what is brought over from
> them. However, if you'll
> read Steiner's book "The Spiritual Guidance of Man
> and Mankind" he is
> emphatic about all of us being 'imprinted' with
> something at the moment of
> BIRTH. He states flatly that if one were to take a
> sectional photograph of
> the brain of a newborn baby at birth with its
> convolutions, it would be found
> to match the positions of the planets overhead at
> that moment. This is
> similar to the ancient teaching about the ethers
> acting through the air
> 'stamping' us at the moment of the first breath
> independent of the mother's
> body.
>
>    Second, Steiner used both the Signs AND the
> Constellations, as can be seen
> in his direct pupil Elizabeth Vreeede's book
> Anthroposophy and Astrology (she
> was the first head of the Mathematical-Astronomical
> Section of the
> Goethanum). He gave out the dates he said the Sun
> was now in the influence of
> the 12 unequal constellations---for instance, he
> said Cancer the Crab was
> only 2 weeks long, from about July 20th to August
> 3rd (these are in the
> Soul-Calendar mailings)--- but he ALSO used the 12
> equal signs or what Robert
> Powell calls the Steps of the Sun (so, for instance,
> the Moon is listed in
> the SIGNS, not the constellations, in the
> Soul-Calendar).
>
> Dr. Starman
>
 

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In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock
can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke.
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of
Religion.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy
sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great
for the eye of man.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Let man wear the fell of the lion. woman the fleece of the sheep.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool shall be both
thought wise, that they may be a rod.
What is now proved was once only imagin'd.
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots; the lion,
the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.
The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.
One thought fills immensity.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of
the crow.

The fox provides for himself. but God provides for the lion.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in
the night.
He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you.
As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
Expect poison from the standing water.
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than
enough.
Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!
The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard
of earth.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; nor the lion,
the horse, how he shall take his prey.
The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest.
If others bad not been foolish, we should be so.
The soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd.
When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius. lift up thy
head!
As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs, so
the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
Damn braces: Bless relaxes.
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!
Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands &
feet Proportion.
As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the
contemptible.
The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was
white.
Exuberance is Beauty.
If the lion was advised by the fox. he would be cunning.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without
Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.
Enough! or Too much.

The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or
Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the
properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and
whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country,
placing it under its mental deity;
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav'd the
vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from
their objects: thus began Priesthood;
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounc'd that the Gods had order'd such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.

I think the Ego  takes place only after the third
year. During that time another entity works in the
body.
That's exactly why Jesus Christ only preached for
three years. The body cannot stand that sort of holy
entity longer than three years.

Pace amici
God bless you all

--- crcjct@... wrote:
>  I read recently that the ego incarnates during the
> 3rd month of life
> but don't recall the book.
>
> Janet
>
>
>
> Francisco Barbosa wrote:
>
> >  I think I read somewhere Steiner saying that
> > sometimes, the entitiy does not incarnate at the
> > moment of the birth.
> > It is quite difficult to find where, I have all
> his
> > books in several languages... what we need here is
> a
> > database...
> >
> >
> >
> > --- DRStarman2001@... wrote:
> > > In a message dated 8/5/2002 9:10:19 PM Eastern
> > > Daylight Time,
> > > alvesbarbosa@... writes:
> > >
> > >
> > > > On the astrological front, we can not forget
> two
> > > things:
> > > > 1. For Dr. Steiner the important chart is the
> one
> > > of the moment when the
> > > > mother gets pregnant. I think they call it the
> > > pre-birth chart.
> > > > 2. Steiner used to use a different ayanmasa,
> one
> > > with irregular
> > > > constellations.
> > > > Pace amici
> > > >
> > >
> > > *******Both of these are only partially true.
> True,
> > > there is a whole field of
> > > 'astrosophy' that uses the time of conception---
> or
> > > more accurately the
> > > movements of the planets FROM conception TO
> birth.
> > > It supposedly shows the
> > > previous earth-lives and what is brought over
> from
> > > them. However, if you'll
> > > read Steiner's book "The Spiritual Guidance of
> Man
> > > and Mankind" he is
> > > emphatic about all of us being 'imprinted' with
> > > something at the moment of
> > > BIRTH. He states flatly that if one were to take
> a
> > > sectional photograph of
> > > the brain of a newborn baby at birth with its
> > > convolutions, it would be found
> > > to match the positions of the planets overhead
> at
> > > that moment. This is
> > > similar to the ancient teaching about the ethers
> > > acting through the air
> > > 'stamping' us at the moment of the first breath
> > > independent of the mother's
> > > body.
> > >
> > >    Second, Steiner used both the Signs AND the
> > > Constellations, as can be seen
> > > in his direct pupil Elizabeth Vreeede's book
> > > Anthroposophy and Astrology (she
> > > was the first head of the
> Mathematical-Astronomical
> > > Section of the
> > > Goethanum). He gave out the dates he said the
> Sun
> > > was now in the influence of
> > > the 12 unequal constellations---for instance, he
> > > said Cancer the Crab was
> > > only 2 weeks long, from about July 20th to
> August
> > > 3rd (these are in the
> > > Soul-Calendar mailings)--- but he ALSO used the
> 12
> > > equal signs or what Robert
> > > Powell calls the Steps of the Sun (so, for
> instance,
> > > the Moon is listed in
> > > the SIGNS, not the constellations, in the
> > > Soul-Calendar).
> > >
> > > Dr. Starman
> > >
> >
> >
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for what you quote it seems that milk has a different relationship to Maya than
the other
substances of earth. Mother's milk/mother tongue...the word..
Franky
----- Original Message -----
From: "macannadh" <macannadh@...>
To: <steiner@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Monday, August 05, 2002 8:26 PM
Subject: [steiner] milk


Hey Jeff:  Apropos of your message on July 27 regarding "people"
(physical or etheric) on other planets, I thought you might like to
give a comment about the following:
From Steiner's "The effects of Spiritual Development", PP 20-21, "We
can compare milk, plants and animal flesh as foods when, through
esoteric development, we have become more sensible of their effects
in ourselves.  It will then be easier for us to confirm the
statements arising from a rational observation of the external
world.  From occult observation of the cosmos you would find milk
substance on earth, but on no other planet of our solar system.  What
is produced in a similar manner within the organism of living beings
on other planets in our solar system would be something totally
different from terrestial milk.  Milk is specifically of the earth.
If we wanted to generalise about milk we should have to say that the
beings inhabiting each planetary system have their own particular
milk."
What do you suppose he's talking about?...regards, Macannadh



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*******Well, Alan Leo called Rudolf Steiner a
> "Martian-Jupiterian type", a
> judgement I quite concur with. Part warrior, part
priest.
> He has Jupiter
> overhead in Leo, so he loved performing and got a
lot out
> of all his contact
> with the theater. His Sun opposed Saturn meant
difficulty
> with his father in
> early life (which one can detect in his grudging
respect
> for the tough old
> man in Steiner's autobiography) and difficulty with
> authority figures
> throughout life (and he certainly challenged them
> frequently enough, and
> often expressed his frustration at people misusing
their
> authority and at
> others blindly following it). His Venus in Aquarius
was his
> liking for
> finding bizarre ways to express a thought (e.g.,
'The brain
> is an
> elaborately-organized dung-heap') and being a bit
> revolutionary; his Mercury
> conjunct Neptune is found in logical interpreters of
images
> or symbols,
> whether astrologers or those who teach art history.
The
> Mars-Pluto
> conjunction in Taurus is a deep knowledge of
techniques
> such as for B-D
> agriculture and medicine especially (it's in the 6th
House
> of Health), but
> only tapped into by reaching the deepest levels of
> consciousness. Saturn in
> the 10th House is often found in the charts of
physicians.
> Uranus, planet of
> the unusual and upsets, is at the focus of a
T-Square in
> his 7th House,
> meaning unusual circumstances for marriages---sudden
ones
> that end suddenly
> too. Also, he has the Moon in Libra in the 12th
House: that
> means he almost
> literally couldn't do anything without the right
partner.
> He didn't assert
> himself on others, like "This is what I want to do",
but
> instead he waited
> till someone had a need and then he acted for the
Other
> person.
>    And with Scorpio rising I'd hate to have seen him
> mad.....
>    My two cents....
>
> Starman


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Hi Dr Starman!

Thanks for your reply. I enjoy your writings, short or long. Now I
am willing to pay you your two cents for a consultation on
my "status".

I am born in Berlin on may 2nd 1946. A graphic designer by trade -
even doing some painting. I feel more atracction to Christ as a
cosmic being than to his Jesus appearing. I read some books on
astronomi/astrosophy by Vreede and Powell to find out if I am
interested in this topic. But I can't say that I feel a desire to
penetrate it. At the most on starwisdom I re-drawed Steiner's
planetary seals and colorized them. Of Steiner books I fancy his
philosophical books the most.

In your experience, does this give you a picture of what stream this
fits to?

Wondering, Lutz


Dr Starman, earlier:
> > *******A short one instead. Platonic means people who relate to
pure ideas
> > without having to see them demonstrated in matter. There are
artists or
> > ministers, never engineers. Engineers are pagans. They may have
a
> > "Christian" belief-system opn the side, but that's superficial:
science IS
> > pagan, period. Only people influenced by ancient pagan
incarnations are
> > cosmologists, astronomers etc. I'm sure you can identify the
other "simple"
> > child-like group who "believe on Jesus and the Bible" and think
that
> > enables them to know all the answers--- but couldn't figure out
how their
> > refrigerators worked if their lives depended on it.
>
>      Guess I'm showing which group I'm in---as if, as a former
Waldorf HS
> science
> > teacher, astronomer and cosmologist, I could hide. I am one of
the
> > Arsitotelians Steiner saw coming. I can identify some of the
others and
> > also some of the Platonists. I still see very little of the
cooperation
> > going on that he said would be needed between these two groups.
> >
> > Dr. Starman

Hi Dr Starman!

I made this table in German on qualities of the planetary seals by
Rudolf Steiner out of different sources.
Would you please check if it matches with your understanding of it?
If you find the time, a translation to English would be most welcome.

Greetings, Lutz

1. SATURN
Intervall: Prim / Ton: g
Samstag / blau / Metall: Blei
Buche / Nadelholzgewächse
Laut: u / Organ: Milz
Oriphiel / Gnosis

2. SONNE
Intervall: Sekunde / Ton: a
Sonntag / weiss / Metall: Gold
Esche / Gräsergewächse
Laut: au / Organ: Herz
Michael / Empirismus

3. MOND
Intervall: Terz / Ton: h
Montag / violett / Metall: Silber
Kirschbaum / Liliengewächse
Laut: ei / Organ: Gehirn
Gabriel / Okkultismus

4. MARS
Intervall: Quarte / Ton: c
Dienstag / rot / Metall: Eisen
Eiche / Rosengewächse
Laut: e / Organ: Galle
Samael / Voluntarismus

5. MERKUR
Intervall: Quinte / Ton: d
Mittwoch / gelb / Quecksilber
Ulme / Schmetterlingsbluetler
Laut: i / Organ: Lunge
Raphael / Transzendentalismus

6. JUPITER
Intervall: Sexte / Ton: e
Donnerstag / orange / Zinn
Ahorn / Korbbluetler
Laut: o / Organ: Leber
Zachariel / Logismus

7. VENUS
Intervall: Septime / Ton: f
Freitag / gruen / Metall: Kupfer
Birke / Doldenbluetler
Laut: a / Organ: Niere
Anael / Mystik

"Jede Linie, jede Rundung,
alles in diesen Formen ist so,
dass man schlummernde Kräfte
in der Seele weckt, wenn man
sich in das Ganze einlebt." RS