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    • holderlin66
      As he was now drawing near, at the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for
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        "As he was now drawing near, at the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying, "Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!" And some of the Pharisees in the multitude said to him, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples." He answered, "I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out." {Luke 19:37-40 RSV}.  Even the mineral kingdom would be pulled upwards like etheric taffy!


        In this, the 'Hour of the Sun,'
        it is up to you to realize
        the tidings of wisdom.

        Surrendered to the world's beauty,
        feeling yourself within yourself,
        you are to experience this:

        the human *I* can lose itself---
        then find itself in the cosmic *I*.
         

        * translation by Tom Mellett. 

        In this the Sun's high hour!  And in this, with all the etheric forces, intelligent water, lifted up with superior strength, so that tons of leafage, leafy trees over the northern hemisphere, are lifted up in a sheer expression of joy, to rejoice, and the etheric soil like taffy and elemental beings, of airy sylph, watery undine, fiery salamandar and sarcastic gnome, (the very stones would cry out) each in their own giddy etheric temperament feel the great Sun of the Midsummer Solstice pull the ethers into the swirling higher Devachan, of Sound, Light and Warmth. We can clearly recollect when Christ tugged behind him the foal of the ass, of a new cosmos and as people are wont to do at summer concerts and loosened from cognition, the royal Christ Sun was cheered with Hosannas and we understand that on the Earth, the Summer Solstice of a spiritual kind so overwhelmed the senses of the local population, that their cowardly and shadowy natures were lost in the mighty waves of etheric living force that poured forth.... as a cosmic event of the Sun's high Hour as He went riding before them on an Ass.

        It behooves the student of Spiritual Science to take apart the Ass and quickly review Bottom and the Midsummer Night's Dream Mysteries that wove vast elemental beings into the sleepiness and dreaminess of human beings, and lovers ran mis-matched in the forest mist and instead of a human head, the King of the Elements was Man, the Ass, a human body with an Asses head.  And at the Sun's High Hour, Christ on Earth did something that naturally slinks by human consciousness as they wither in sentimentalism. That the Ass in relation to blood and body weight holds a ratio of 23/1.  Steiner thought this was unique because he traced these ratios of body/weight and blood to a concrete thought of This is my body and this is my blood and what, just what might that mean in real science terms?  It was Descarte, I think therefore I am, that also wondered over this issue.  And Steiner thought to mention that the cow has a 12/1 body to blood ratio.   The dog 10/1 body to blood ratio and the human being has a 13 to 1, listen carefully students of spiritual science, the human has a 13/1 blood body ratio. 

        But let us get back to the human with the head of an ass.  As we covered this year, and you can go check on it, we covered animal heads and certain insight that pushed the church to hold onto the idea that the human head had animal characteristics which convinced the church of a kind of materialism and Steiner accuses the Church of bringing about a materialism that has infected most everything and betraying the Spiritual World and the Angels as well as the wisdom of the Grail, with the 869 event, and we traced such animal heads back to Egypt and animal headed gods and here we find again, out of the ancient dream forces of humanity, Bottom, of midsummer nights dream fame having a human body with the head of an Ass. 

         

        But here we come to the most vital Earth mystery, avoided by Anthros because they have remained sluggish and sometimes we might say, including me of course, that Anthros are barren, they produce very little and yet I have met Francis Edmunds and seen Waldorf Schools grow and children ripen and mature, so that is as well a potent testimony.... We can say, that if there is goodness in the world, most of us didn't make it happen.  But when Steiner describes the body and blood weight ratio of the Ass he describes it as a 23 to 1 relationship.  A 23/1 ratio. 

        Since Anthros and human science are so distracted and out of synch with events, we must wonder why Christ really wanted to ride an Ass into the crowd and drag behind him the foal of an Ass and be for the moment the actual dawning of the Midsummer Sun, which obviously, as a mini-geographical event, considering the large etheric forces that were streaming through the 12 disciples and thronging masses, this was a little moment that foreshadowed the celebration of a mighty Midsummer Sun mystery right before the very eyes of the population, and indeed the season was obviously disturbed by the fact that the Sun Being, the Etheric Extract of the living Sun was there before them, milling about as a mighty etheric field weaving like a Midsummer Dream in the masses....  There was the Sun in all his glory, that even the very stones would cry out.

         

        "As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount Of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, "Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her. Untie them and bring them to Me. If anyone says anything to you, tell him that The Lord needs them, and he will send them right away." This took place to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet: "Say to the daughter of Zion, 'See, your king comes to you, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey' The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. They brought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat on them. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of Him and those that followed shouted, "Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of The Lord! Hosanna in the highest!" (Matthew 21:1-9 NIV)

        We as Anthros then have to look at the relationship of the Earth herself that registers the so called tropics of  cancer and tropics of capricorn as based on a 23 degree tilt of the axis and how the sun and the laws of Midsummer and Midwinter tilt and sway and call forth the seasons of Christmas and Midsummer in the Southern and Northern hemispheres.  Even to the point that water spins opposite going down the drain in the Southern hemisphere than it does in the Northern hemisphere.  We have to examine carefully what Spiritual Science brings as the relation of the Ass and the ratio of 23/1 that lives in the ass and lives in the 23 degree tilt that nods to midsummer and midwinter highs and lows of the sun. We might add to these considerations the cellular, tiny circle of the cell as it divides itself from 46 chromsomes to the lawful human 23 chromosomes per cell. The cell inflates before it divides into 46 and then it divides and the normal human cell of 23 chromosomes returns to the Form of the world.

        And the form of the world tilts toward Vega and the North Star, in such a way that 23 degrees above the equator and 23 degrees below the equator represented the line of demarcation between the high point of summer and the low point of midwinter.  Tropics of Cancer and Tropics of Capricorn.  The Earth herself, like the human cell, tilts with a 46 degree lean.  And there the Christ sits upon the Ass and pulls behind Him the foal of the ass, the new cosmos which in the interior lawfulness of mighty reality, the Ass sits in it's body with a ratio of 23/1. You would think science and Anthros would quiver in their spines like the twang of an arrow hitting it's mark.

        It is not hard to say that thinking is not the strong point of Anthros in the Michael School, otherwise by now we would have such obvious great insights splattered and interwoven everywhere in the world, that only idiots could deny the logic of Intelligent Design.  Now we find that Christ is riding an animal that has an intrinsic balance of 23/1, an Ass, and having His Midsummer Pagan moment of headiness, while towing behind Him the foal of an Ass. 

        After all the Midsummer King would not be alive to celebrate this little pagan window later in the summer so by doing it when the crowds were heady and lost in the mighty projected waves of etheric midsummer sun forces streaming directly out of the vectoring and lens and focus of the Christ Being Himself in living color, who centered himself into that moment for a moment to show just how powerful the sun forces are, even when they are truly etheric forces where all the streaming elemental beings rise in the weaving devachan of stars and even crusty gnomes laugh and sylph spirits soar with the mating of the queen and the drone and undines relax in the soothing sensuality of warmth and sexuality.....and the leafy bowers rise like kingly crowns....  So Christ road through the streets on an Ass and it was Midsummer for a Moment.  Midsummer regardless of what you think or understand about Midsummer and the dates that revolve around Palm Sunday.  Christ performed on the Earth, for the local vicinity, a mini-midsummer mystery.  

        It shows a verification that indeed this Sun Being was on the Earth and altered the localized events.... I can easily show the Olive range round the Mediterranean and the sea itself, like the brain that sits in the water, that the brain weight of man is off-set by sitting in waters and spinal fluids and that the Christ in this localized region was as vast as the ring of Peace offered in Olive branches that ringed the entire Mediterranean Sea and the Sea itself and the waters and the focus of the 12 cranial like nerves were the walking and living  12 disciples.  Christ was the center of a vast matrix of mighty forces that at that moment brought the waves of jubilation streaming in the power of midsummer dreaminess and Hosanna, Hosanna to the Son of David. 

        And just like Midsummer the cowards would all forget and turn their backs on the uncognitive streaming force of that Sun Being, so that Sun Being alone could seer down to the bones of Jesus, effect the mighty inglowing Etheric Transfiguration of the entire human form, Steiner, if you check back, uses radiates, not radiation, irradiates in the etheric forces of humanity, as the mighty Form Being took hold of the entire form of Jesus down to the skeleton....Etheric Light streaming through all etheric nature and Pan/The Green Man, the Phantom escapes into the hidden reaches of nature like Vidar.... Those who are students of Spiritual Science should be able to follow most of this.  And of course Shakespeare captured an occult, highly humanized picture of how Midsummer pulls upon the temperaments of the different lovers.  The choleric and the melancholic, sanguine and phlegmatic workers.  We witness through Shakespeare's occult eyes, why exactly, even the stones would cry out and just what hidden etheric mysteries go on behind the scenes of life that humans know nothing of.  Anthros should rejoice in such mighty depth verifications that fling their wisdom to the very depths of the human riddle.  A human riddle of poetry, of sensitive humanity, sensitive chaos, of the living Sun Being, steering and focusing the lens of the mighty ethers in this three year window of the living Christ Being.

        "The multitudes cried, saying - Probably from a Divine impulse; for certainly most of them understood not the words they uttered. Hosanna - (Lord save us) was a solemn word in frequent use among the Jews. The meaning is, We sing hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is he, the Messiah, of the Lord. Save. Thou that art in the highest heavens. Our Lord restrained all public tokens of honour from the people till now, lest the envy of his enemies should interrupt his preaching before the time . But this reason now ceasing, he suffered their acclamations, that they might be a public testimony against their wickedness, who in four or five days after cried out, Crucify him, crucify him. The expressions recorded by the other evangelists are somewhat different from these: but all of them were undoubtedly used by some or others of the multitude.

        "This coming of Christ was described by the prophet Zechariah, Zec 9:9. When Christ would appear in his glory, it is in his meekness, not in his majesty, in mercy to work salvation. As meekness and outward poverty were fully seen in Zion's King, and marked his triumphal entrance to Jerusalem, how wrong covetousness, ambition, and the pride of life must be in Zion's citizens! They brought the ass, but Jesus did not use it without the owner's consent. The trappings were such as came to hand. We must not think the clothes on our backs too dear to part with for the service of Christ. The chief priests and the elders afterwards joined with the multitude that abused him upon the cross; but none of them joined the multitude that did him honour. Those that take Christ for their King, must lay their all under his feet. Hosanna signifies, Save now, we beseech thee! Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! But of how little value is the applause of the people! The changing multitude join the cry of the day, whether it be Hosanna, or Crucify him. Multitudes often seem to approve the gospel, but few become consistent disciples. When Jesus was come into Jerusalem all the city was moved; some perhaps were moved with joy, who waited for the Consolation of Israel; others, of the Pharisees, were moved with envy. So various are the motions in the minds of men upon the approach of Christ's kingdom."

      • holderlin66
        Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around 30-35 years Bradford comments; Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
        Message 3 of 26 , Jun 20, 2007
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           "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around 30-35 years"

          Bradford comments;

          Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we grasp about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would Christ coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean donkey obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a life span of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate?  You imagine  that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines and forces together with every step of his three year sojourn?   OOpppps,  Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age, to carry the burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic field of the Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new etheric forces of the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought, Warmth, Light, Soun, Word and neither is the donkey going to live a much longer life span than the preparation and intense work drawn by Zarathustra/Jesus, so that such mighty faculties could be at the disposal of the Sun Drenched King.

          Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian literalism that cannot follow these striking thoughts.  Striking thought that we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra incarnation.  Goodbye fundmentalistic literalism, which when presented with such thoughts, shrivel like slugs with salt.  Their cognitive beings collapse in a gooy pool of useless brain starved matter. Oh and then bringing the idea that the Sun the mighty etheric extract of the Physical Sun, took His Leave and was walking in a great prepared ground, of a ring of Olive Oil like groves around a floating watery sea, like the brain in us that sits in spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun Being was sheltered and focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the Etheric Christ message to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves.  Of course today there still are stubborn Western donkeys not as sweet as mediterranean donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick headed, mean, kicking jackasses.

          And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite, where the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the souls, karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy into etheric forces.  We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture pass out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood.  We have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the link between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter.  Anthros should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills, because most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism gurgles in the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands and hearts into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered both Science and Religion.  I have called it the Steiner/Einstein bridge....  Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age and divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to need Physics and Light as a study.  Steiner would have shaped his studies at a university out of Munich differently...  But today's Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge into Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain.   Clueless, clueless is what the newbie is as to the reality of all that we could understand of the incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.

          "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are very tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday life than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love their owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges and brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay attention to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent and docile and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best pets. Jacks enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of the females.

           "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white, sorrel, "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various shades of gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common color of these donkeys.

           "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around 30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."

          When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young donkey, like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right. They just began to untie her.

          http://www.joyfulheart.com/easter/palm-sunday.htm

          "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet in those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been raised from the dead. That Lazarus.

          I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"

          Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he yelled.

          They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a question!" he shouted into the man's face.

          "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.

          "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs it."

          My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right now."

          Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit frisky, I'd wager."

          "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the response. "I don't know why."

          Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.

          "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll bring her back myself."

          I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.

          "What is it, boy?"

          "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."

          "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."

          "Please, Dad...."

          "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an eye on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."

          "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure I'll remember for the rest of my life.

          Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his leg over.

          As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow, she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.

          "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I answered.

          "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine man, your father."

          But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of people. Boy, was I proud!

          We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.

          Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy from Zechariah,

          "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
          Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
          See, your king comes to you,
          righteous and having salvation,
          gentle and riding on a donkey,
          on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1

          At the words "rejoicing" and "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the rest of this strange procession:

          "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."

          "Hosanna!" went up the shout.

          "Son of David!"

          Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.

          "O Lord, Hosanna!
          O Lord, save us!
          O Lord, grant us success!"

          Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their fathers before them:

          "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
          From the house of the Lord we bless you.
          The Lord is God,
          and he has made his light shine upon us.
          With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
          up to the horns of the altar."2

          The road climbed a slight rise, and suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple glimmering in the distance.

          All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in the center of this jubilant multitude.

          The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more. Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.

          "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.

          "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants!"

          "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.

          "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.

          "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"

          The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus' name shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and Jerusalem and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.

          "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"

          "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.

          "Hosanna! Son of David!"

          "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"

          The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too, began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to meet our procession.

          Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled to Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."

          "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent, the very stones would cry out."

          They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one another, "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after him." But the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left far behind.

          Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me to wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a pause and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.

          As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly, personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a rebellious child:

          "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of God's coming to you."3

          I didn't understand it then. None of us did. But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the city, pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.

          But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?

          We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook to the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy with shouts of jubilation and cheers.

          "Son of David!"

          "Hosanna!"

          The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city walls and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on the other side.

          "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."

          "Hosanna!"

          "Save us!"

          We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.

          Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved. Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back. He just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you, Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.

          Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.

          I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for my family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after step, as I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and ended as a kind of prayer.

          "Hosanna! Son of David.
          Hosanna! Son of David.
          Hosanna! Save us!
          Save us, indeed.
          Save us from our sins!
          Save us from our sins!
          Amen."

        • holderlin66
          Behind the scenes of the world, the elemental kingdoms thrill to the bridge that exists in midsummer to the wide dreaming tingling stars. Human souls open like
          Message 4 of 26 , Jun 20, 2007
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            Behind the scenes of the world, the elemental kingdoms thrill to the bridge that exists in midsummer to the wide dreaming tingling stars.  Human souls open like cathedrals of swiss cheese holes where the elemental beings can loosen, toy and play in the higher and lower instincts of human beings.  A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare reveals how the elemental community surges in around and through the human beings unfinished cathedral of the soul and spirit.  Shakespeare shows how the elemntal beings weave in and through the transparency of the human soul even when the intellect cannot follow the threads of it's own instincts. 

            And the elemental beings  weave in the moonlight and weave in the summer breezes and today, and in today's world, the same laws of release from cognition and summer giddy expansion, love affairs, outdoor grilling, parties by the pool and of course the continued and solid betrayal of cognition to gain any footing to take hold of the real Christ Sciences swirls in the clueless human community  Therefore the interior laws of the etheric world of the soul calendar are manifest direct etheric compass navigational indicators that affect all human temperaments and all human relations within the hemispheres. So Steiner charted and navigated a field document for the soul, for all souls, and all etheric temperaments over the region of the Northern Hemisphere.  Pity that we don't constantly redefine and clarify what the Soul Calendar verses are and what they do.  Pity that humanity cannot yet think, read or navigate with enough intuition to see what Shakespeare saw and see what Christ saw as he road the Ass into the city.  

            The difference between conscious cognition of Midsummer mysteries and the unconscious surging forth of all the deeper contents of the unconscious bucket of human instincts, is that with cognitive balance humans may weave in the dream and still navigate their instincts.

            Quixote, Christ, St. Francis with his brother ass, represents and has always seriously represented along with the tale of Bottom and Midsummer nights Dream, has always represented the tale of Man's physical form situtated in an etheric border region, and how man is either conscious or unconscious of the forces of the etheric world and the laws of the Sun and the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn and the 23 degree law of the axis of the seasons.... All are representative of the stubborn physical body, where it is truly understood that the spirit is willing but our flesh is stubborn, annoying, nagging, braying and a dense medium for spirit forces to radiate and penetrate. 

            Yet... Here in the Steiner/Einstein physics bridge we can see how the Etheric extract and Being who represented the mighty external Sun, drew His lifting, freeing and levitatingly living forces into focus in a particular region and focused the lens of His mighty etheric sun Eye on penetrating and irradiating the forces of the human skeletal system. The Transfiguration was as if the Summer force of the Sun had fully mastered the bones, death, and entered as Master of the entire human skeleton and the could impress down to the bone, the mighty light of the Etheric Sun into the physical and etheric systems of man.  They loved Him on palm Sunday and the murdered Him on good Friday. He had stirred the mighty Ahrimanic and Luciferic forces in the instincts of the pharisees and the sadducees.  Just as today, just as friggin today! Just as Friggin STeiner stirred the ire and would have planted Michael in Munich.  Another slogan to remember when you stand clueless, planting Michael in Munich. Stirring the ire of the forces that prefer human beings to remain unconscious of the powers of fear and death so that little cults and power blocs can control the unconscious slumbering will forces of human Jackasses. 

            But in the Steiner/Einstein bridge we also find that radiation penetrates and poisons, with poison light into the very bones and creates leukemia, cancer and is enhanced by Depleted Uranium... dense fallen devachan light....  Dense fallen Devachan light..... Anthros really are required to get their head out of the sand and start thinking.  It isn't merely that Oppenheimer and Einstein and the physics anti-grail school created the dawning of an Ahrimanic Sun, but that fallen devachan light seered and is currently seering through the bones of human beings against the irradiation and higher devachan healing forces that irradiated the surrounding karmic encounters that Christ had on Earth, penetrating Lazarus himself, grasping Lazarus beyond the realm of the dead and infusing the living etheric forces down to the raising of dead Lazarus....

            This stepped up deed and penetration into the death forces, was the cause of celebration and Hosanna.... because the Sun Power of the Christ on Earth, the walking, talking standing, overshining Etheric extract of the mighty sun itself, was reaching an inner zenith just as the Sun in Midsummer reaches an inner Zenith point.  Now we can learn something really new and out side the traditionalism and literalism of  the blundering Jihad Christians who dominate the toilet bowl of American instincts.  Christ had reached a Zenith point of penetraing so deeply into the region of death, and the bones, down to the physical form, that indeed all that Steiner could bring forward as Science research and the Steiner/Einstein bridge that is being here delivered to you, can say that the Sun Powers of the Christ penetrated to the fullest extent and the Sun Drenched King knew he could now launch from Earth, from a single human model, the new Earth Sun, having defined a constellation of disciples to sustain the Sun forces, Christ at his Zenith, like the height of Midsummer, walked through the town riding an ass and pulling behind it the colt of the ass, which was the entire new model of the cosmos that Christ was illustrating with the Ass.  But here we are, the Zenith of the the Sun in Christ forces now penetrates fully down to the very bones and etherically radiates the Jesus Being and plants Spirit Man and the seed for Earth to become a mighty Sun center, just as we look upon the Sun and how the weight of the Sun and the density of the sun supposedly bends Time and Space, so we have proven here just how deeply Time, Karma, Space,  Trans-Temporal, Trans-Spatial and Trans-Einstonian is the power that radiates through Spiritual Science.

            The fully unconscious human mob, same as today, the fully unconscious human mob can shout till its blue and horse in the throat their Hosanna and light their little candles in stadiums and rock to the great music or the not so great music in the midst of crowds and swirling instincts and swirl in the drugs of ecstasy and other endocrine stimulants, but easily swing right back  down to envy, hatred, fear that Lazarus could indeed be raised.  This pissed off the establishment and the same enhanced conniving lies and stench wallows in today's cognitive swamps and attracts the anti-Sun school of fallen initiates to the Bohemian Groves of summer.

            On one side you can experience the zenith of the rise of the Midsummer Sun, or you can be a true student of spiritual Science and grasp as well the depths of the Zenith of how the Christ has irradiated the human form with new etheric life....and His tiny Midsummer celebration marked the moment when the masses would turn right around and effectively attempt to murder a god. Nice!  Nice, now you can tell your friends that you know something about Midsummer and the high region of etheric light, and etheric bodies that gain eternal truths and become a mighty Holy Ghost spiritual ring around the Earth sphere, inspirations that trigger and ignite because humans thought them out and shared them and grew to understand ever deeper and deeper mysteries of the Steiner/Einstein bridge, that they have neglected to build properly or it is required of us to continue working on.

            http://wn.rsarchive.org/Lectures/GospJohn/19090706p01.html

            "And that something, which does not die with the rest and which man gradually wins for himself through the influence of the Christ-impulse, now radiates back and streams into the world of space. In proportion to its strength or weakness in man, it gathers a force which streams out into space. This force will form a sphere surrounding the earth, a sphere in process of becoming a Sun. A kind of spiritual sphere is developing round the earth, composed of those etheric bodies endowed with light. As the Christ-light streams from the earth, there is in like manner a kind of reflection of the Christ-light in the circumference of the earth. The Christ-light which is here reflected and which appeared in consequence of Christ's life on earth; this, it is, which Christ called the `Holy Ghost'. True as it is that the change of the earth into a sun began with the event of Golgotha, it is equally true that the earth thenceforward began to be creative and to form a spiritual ring round itself which, in time to come, will become a kind of planet surrounding it. "

            "The Wicked Men of the Bohemian Grove:  They privately meet for seventeen intense days in a foreboding "sacred grove" of ancient redwood trees in the deep forests surrounding San Francisco. Some 2,300 in number, their membership roll is kept secret, but includes super-rich, blood dynasty family members of the Illuminati, heavy-hitting corporate chieftains, and high government officials. Among them: former U.S. Presidents George Bush and Gerald Ford; the mayors of Los Angeles, San Francisco, and other cities; astronauts Wally Schirra and Frank Borman; former FBI and CIA directors; former Secretaries of State George Schultz and Henry Kissinger; international bankers; and the heads of big oil companies (ARCO, Mobile, Pennzoil, Texaco, etc.) In a stunning cameo appearance, Great Britain's Queen Elizabeth showed up in 1983. Her Majesty was honored with a wild, ecstatic, pagan dance ceremony, complete with stage props such as Egyptian pyramids and Babylonian ziggurats.

            The Bohemian Grove represents the eternal mystery cult of Babylon, Rome, and Greece. Its members celebrate the ancient gods Attis, Mithra, Apollo, Zoroaster, and others. Scottish Rite Masonry is part and parcel of the Bohemian Grove.

            House Speaker Newt Gingrich—was he instructed in 1995 by superiors at the Bohemian Grove on how to cooperate with President Bill Clinton in building the New World Order? What goes on in those forest groves where the rich insiders meet? What about the reports that former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger wanders about in the nude...that former President George Bush and others have been seen wandering around clad only in black robes...that preeminent, male world leaders parade around and pose as transvestites in women's clothes? Are homosexual orgies prevalent at the Bohemian Grove? Are young boys, prostitutes, and mind-controlled "Project Monarch" slaves brought in for the pleasure (and sometimes torture) of the evil Bohemians? Why did German Chancellor Helmut Schmidt write in his book of memoirs, Men and Powers, that his weekend as a guest at the Bohemian Grove encampment was "one of the most astounding experiences I ever had in the United States." Are the Rockefellers, the Rothschilds, and other high-level Illuminati represented at annual Bohemian Grove bashes? What incredibly wicked ceremonial ritual performed at the Grove involves Hitlerian Third Reich omens and Satanic worship of the ancient god Zeus and his bull incarnation, Taurus? What disgusting "delicacy" do the Bohemians dine on during this mind-boggling event? Are innocent, young children literally sacrificed to the devil as a noted part of one of the despicable, Bohemian Grove ceremonies? Was the murder of 12-year-old Polly Klaas connected to the Bohemian atrocities? Why, in one ritual, do the assembled members all bow down before a giant, forty foot statue of an owl? Why do the solemn High Priest, priests in red-orange robes, devoted acolytes, and accompanying torch bearers burn a towering effigy? Why do Bohemian members openly and proudly, yet with tight lips, display owl figurines, statuettes and images in their homes and in their corporate and government offices?  Why do some even wear owl-image cuff links? Do the Bohemian Grove powers control the presidency of the United States? Why did President Ronald Reagan once confide to friends that it was his acceptance by the Bohemians, following his "coming out" introduction at one of their conclaves, that sealed for him the opportunity to win the high office of President of the United States?  http://www.texemarrs.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=catalog&Product_Code=wop_wicked_men_bohemian_grove

            a very rare copy of the Annals of the Bohemian Club (vol 7), 1987-1996. It is the Bohemian Club Quasquicentennial, celebrating the 125th anniversary of the founding. It is an internal Club publication, and only around 200 were issued to elite members. The photos you will see below document the elite membership from George w. Bush and his Father, George H. W. Bush, Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, Helmut Schmidt and other Illuminaries. You will also see new, exclusive images from the occult Cremation of Care ceremony."

            If you visit that page, you will see photos of George W. Bush and George H. W. Bush at "lakeside talks" at the BGC.


            From British author/researcher David Icke's site:
            http://www.davidicke.net/tellthetruth/research/bohemiantidbits.html
            "

            Research Material
            Bohemian Grove & Club Tidbits

            Muir Woods is a deep valley on the south side of Mt. Tamalpais, a federal enclave largely surrounded by the state park; it is notable for containing one of the most beautiful stands of redwood in the southern part of the range still occupied by the coast redwood, sequoia sempervirens. The area passed through several sets of hands before William Kent finally deeded it to the federal government (Kent was also responsible for much of the other land in this area being publicly owned; he and the U.S. Army between them probably saved West Marin from becoming a dormitory city, aka suburbia).

            At one point the Bohemian Club intended to turn part of this beautiful valley into their private clubhouse, a historical footnote still commemorated in the name of Muir Woods' Bohemian Grove of redwoods (the Bohemians eventually moved north to the Russian River country where they still meet under tight security every summer and decide the fate of the world, or perhaps the universe). I like the place -- there are several nice hikes out of the valley and up to the Pan Toll area, included the Dipsea Trail, along which the famous annual run from Mill Valley to Stinson Beach takes place -- but am usually unwilling to battle the hordes of automobiles, vans and buses that clog the parking lot every weekend; Muir Woods is one of the most popular sights for visitors from out of state and out of country.

            excerpt from an article entitled "Muir Woods" by Don Harlow
            http://www.best.com/~donh/Outdoors/hike.960203.html

            --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

            ...as president of the United States, as senior statesman and library-builder--Herbert Hoover would surround himself with Stanford classmates, Stanford graduates of other years, and Stanford faculty, whose names (Vernon Kellogg, Will Irwin, Charles K. Field, Rose Wilder Lane, and, above all, David Starr Jordan, founding president and continuing avatar of the Stanford spirit) continued through the 1920s to appear so conspicuously in Sunset. Many, quite naturally, being outdoors men, were early members and supporters of the Sierra Club. Many of the men, such as Herbert Hoover, were lifelong members of the Bohemian Club of San Francisco and spent part of each July in the Bohemian Grove on the Russian River in Sonoma County. Charles K. Field wrote much of the book and lyrics for the annual Cremation of Care ceremony in the Grove, where an amphitheater was later named in his honor.

            excerpt from an article entitled
            "Sunset Magazine and the Phenomenon of the Far West"
            by Dr. Kevin Starr
            State Librarian of California
            http://sunset-magazine.stanford.edu/html/body_influences_1.html
          • Gloria
            And, who is Bradford? holderlin66 wrote: Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around 30-35 years Bradford
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              And, who is Bradford?

              holderlin66 <holderlin66@...> wrote:
               "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around 30-35 years"
              Bradford comments;
              Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we grasp about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would Christ coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean donkey obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a life span of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate?  You imagine  that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines and forces together with every step of his three year sojourn?   OOpppps,  Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age, to carry the burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic field of the Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new etheric forces of the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought, Warmth, Light, Soun, Word and neither is the donkey going to live a much longer life span than the preparation and intense work drawn by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so that such mighty faculties could be at the disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
              Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian literalism that cannot follow these striking thoughts.  Striking thought that we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra incarnation.  Goodbye fundmentalistic literalism, which when presented with such thoughts, shrivel like slugs with salt.  Their cognitive beings collapse in a gooy pool of useless brain starved matter. Oh and then bringing the idea that the Sun the mighty etheric extract of the Physical Sun, took His Leave and was walking in a great prepared ground, of a ring of Olive Oil like groves around a floating watery sea, like the brain in us that sits in spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun Being was sheltered and focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the Etheric Christ message to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves.  Of course today there still are stubborn Western donkeys not as sweet as mediterranean donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
              And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite, where the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the souls, karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy into etheric forces.  We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture pass out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood.  We have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the link between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter.  Anthros should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills, because most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism gurgles in the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands and hearts into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered both Science and Religion.  I have called it the Steiner/Einstein bridge....  Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age and divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to need Physics and Light as a study.  Steiner would have shaped his studies at a university out of Munich differently. ..  But today's Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge into Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain.   Clueless, clueless is what the newbie is as to the reality of all that we could understand of the incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
              "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are very tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday life than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love their owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges and brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay attention to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent and docile and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best pets. Jacks enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of the females.
               "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white, sorrel, "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various shades of gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common color of these donkeys.
               "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around 30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
              When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young donkey, like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right. They just began to untie her.
              "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet in those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
              I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
              Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he yelled.
              They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a question!" he shouted into the man's face.
              "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
              "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs it."
              My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right now."
              Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit frisky, I'd wager."
              "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the response. "I don't know why."
              Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
              "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll bring her back myself."
              I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
              "What is it, boy?"
              "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
              "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
              "Please, Dad...."
              "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an eye on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
              "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure I'll remember for the rest of my life.
              Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his leg over.
              As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow, she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
              "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I answered.
              "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine man, your father."
              But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of people. Boy, was I proud!
              We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
              Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy from Zechariah,
              "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
              Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
              See, your king comes to you,
              righteous and having salvation,
              gentle and riding on a donkey,
              on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1
              At the words "rejoicing" and "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the rest of this strange procession:
              "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
              "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
              "Son of David!"
              Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
              "O Lord, Hosanna!
              O Lord, save us!
              O Lord, grant us success!"
              Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their fathers before them:
              "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
              From the house of the Lord we bless you.
              The Lord is God,
              and he has made his light shine upon us.
              With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
              up to the horns of the altar."2
              The road climbed a slight rise, and suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple glimmering in the distance.
              All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in the center of this jubilant multitude.
              The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more. Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
              "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
              "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
              "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
              "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
              "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
              The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus' name shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and Jerusalem and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
              "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
              "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
              "Hosanna! Son of David!"
              "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
              The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too, began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to meet our procession.
              Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled to Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
              "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent, the very stones would cry out."
              They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one another, "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after him." But the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left far behind.
              Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me to wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a pause and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
              As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly, personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a rebellious child:
              "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of God's coming to you."3
              I didn't understand it then. None of us did. But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the city, pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
              But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
              We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook to the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy with shouts of jubilation and cheers.
              "Son of David!"
              "Hosanna!"
              The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city walls and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on the other side.
              "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
              "Hosanna!"
              "Save us!"
              We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
              Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved. Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back. He just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you, Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
              Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
              I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for my family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after step, as I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and ended as a kind of prayer.
              "Hosanna! Son of David.
              Hosanna! Son of David.
              Hosanna! Save us!
              Save us, indeed.
              Save us from our sins!
              Save us from our sins!
              Amen."


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            • Stephen Hale
              ... He s our resident loose cannon.
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                --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, Gloria <gloriabjork@...> wrote:
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                > And, who is Bradford?

                He's our resident loose cannon.
              • Gloria
                okay. now would you please translate that to coherent non-insiders language? ... He s our resident loose cannon. ... Got a little couch potato? Check out fun
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                  okay.  now would you please translate that to coherent non-insiders language?

                  Stephen Hale <sardisian01@...> wrote:
                  --- In anthroposophy@ yahoogroups. com, Gloria <gloriabjork@ ...> wrote:
                  >
                  > And, who is Bradford?

                  He's our resident loose cannon.



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                • Stephen Hale
                  ... insiders language? ... wrote: --- In ... Yes. Bradford is a major contributor to this forum on anthroposophy, as he amply
                  Message 8 of 26 , Jun 20, 2007
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                    --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, Gloria <gloriabjork@...> wrote:
                    >
                    > okay. now would you please translate that to coherent non-
                    insiders language?
                    >
                    > Stephen Hale <sardisian01@...>
                    wrote: --- In
                    anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, Gloria <gloriabjork@> wrote:
                    > >
                    > > And, who is Bradford?
                    >
                    > He's our resident loose cannon.

                    Yes. Bradford is a major contributor to this forum on
                    anthroposophy, as he amply demonstrated this morning. He goes by
                    the moniker of "holderlin66", apparently due to a love of the German
                    poet of the romantic era of the early to middle nineteenth century,
                    J.C. Holderlin. I myself am drawn to the philosopher of that era,
                    F.W.J von Schelling, who was buddies with Holderlin.

                    Steve
                  • holderlin66
                    So as yet we have not touched upon the inner meaning of St. John tide in relation to the beheaded St. John and much can be studied dealing with the inner
                    Message 9 of 26 , Jun 21, 2007
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                      So as yet we have not touched upon the inner meaning of St. John tide in relation to the beheaded St. John and much can be studied dealing with the inner relationship between St. John and Lazarus.  Many hints could be taken, if we understood how to think, that DeepWinter on the Solstice and High Summer on St. John's tide represent the Christ Beings inner human Solstice bearers. Just as each of us has an individualized etheric body that is tuned to etheric worlds,  so too did the central Etheric Sun Christ need a an axis that could hold the spirit of Romanticism and Science at High Summer and submerged depth of initiation in the deepest regions of death itself.  The Christ Sun tied together, the word is that which is bound in heaven may no man tear asunder, and that which was bound as the inner pivotal axis point of the depth of human consciousness and the height of human consciousness - created a new equator for the navigation of the Etheric worlds. 

                       

                       Oh yes we can bring really cool and neat insights to those who know how to think and as  has been stated, if you don't know the nature of thinking and the depths of how the system operates, you can't get your heads around the inner aspect of the powerful Christ Sun that walked as a matrix of dynamic forces locked, LOCKED and loaded into the TWELVE needed cranial nerve anchoring forces of those TWELVE disciples and the thirteenth.  Yes, because of Spiritual Science researchers and Spiritual Science schooling, we can look directly into the mighty odorless, colorless, rose hued, weightless raw Etheric force that sought to take hold of a prepared Human Being, so that it could enter down into the very bones and illuminate Man and HUmanity from within.  The Inner etheric Christ Sun tied together, bound together the depths and the heights.... And we know that ST. John and his two profound books,  unfolded the mighty higher devachan sciences and delivered his trans-spatial and trans-temporal testimonies along with the inner biography of the Christ; and in contrast we know that Oppenheimer and Einstein helped release the poison forces of fallen devachan light and could only be accused of attempting to navigate the mysteries of fallen magnetism, electricity and sub-atomic physics.

                      As a Newbie, you have no way to grasp how these stirring reverberations and stinging contrasts  sing through nature and the human soul and sting to the heart of human errors in underestimating the immensity of the Christ deed on Earth.  Most students of Spiritual Science would like you to be able to grasp and add to what is presented, but just by mentioning the Sun and its relation to deep winter and high summer, we speak of how the Sun forces are marked by the so called tropics of cancer and tropics of capricorn but immediately to summon how Christ tied together Lazarus and St. John must leave the newbie and the frivolous thinker dazed and confused. 

                       

                      So if we draw into one human being, say, Lazarus/John, and we further follow the course of these sun seeds, these combined sun seeds through time and we find ourselves tracking the painter Raphael on one side and the mysterious historical figure Christian Rosenkreuz on the other side. With one individuality as the moving source point of High Summer, St. John/Novalis, Raphael and Romanticism as a Science, as it is being presented here, as the science of the Steiner/Einstein bridge and we link Novalis to ST. John's tide and feel the Christ Sun holding these two pillars, these two unfolding individualities as it's own deep midnight and it's high noon..... already the newbie is lost and confused and out of their normal superficial depth.  But not the schooled Anthro.  The Schooled Anthro steps inside the Mini-Mid-summer jubilation that these two secure points, these two secure personalities were locked in to the mighty work of the Christ Being..... and it is a LOCK!!!  Christ as the Etheric Sun Drenched King, still on the job, has an excess Sun force now operative and able to use that floods and drenches the instincts in the city streets with Hosanna.....the very stones feel the mighty deed of the Living and walking Sun King, present and with them, as if it were Mid-Summer and we felt, not the beheading of St. John, but rather the prophecy of how John the Baptist knew that he would decrease so that Christ would increase.  And indeed now Christ celebrates what is part of the mightiest piece of the mystery puzzle of St. John's tide and Midsummer.  Lazarus and John the Baptist are the new seasonal fronts of the mighty Etheric Christ Sun's influence. 

                        

                      But Newbies and their ability to be dazed and confused because they have no schooling  are not the issue.  The issue is the Zenith and depths of the inner Sun that moved to raise Lazarus and having penetrated so deeply, Christ had penetrated so deeply, that He allowed us and humanity to have a little mini-Midsummer.  There is nothing like a little mid-summer ass sponsored by  Midsummer Bottom's window opened wide by Shakespeare,  to show that what newbies and humanity still can't grasp.  Science and logic, nor the Church has been able fully to grasp that the walking, talking, etheric extract of the mighty external seasonal Sun, was acting right there and opened up the flood gates of pure Midsummer glory, as Palm Sunday and by Good Friday, He would be crucified crucified and clinch the deal and offered up by the same mob that didn't understand anything of what was going on then. While still today, you have thousands of Anthros who can't explain what is going on now.  And the same vast polarity of instincts and consciousness still rips humanity between vile instincts and faithless cognition.

                       

                      We have established for the Sciences that when we take the High point of Midsummer and St. Johns tide and the summer solstice and the depth of the winter solstice, we find that united in one being, there was wrought a kind of whole earth, holistic initiation where the navigating connection, the connecting navigating link between the Christ as the active Inner Sun and two individuals, would now act as the two forces that press humanity, as an emancipated spiritual group of I AMs, and represent High Romantic Art-  It was Novalis that initiated the clues of Anthroposophy and it is Christian Rosenkreuz that seers into the depths. Both of these are tied to the Higher Devachan forces and etheric life lines of the ever present radiating Christ Sun.  Now we understand the HUMAN SEASONS of the Soul and Spirit.  No longer merely nature and her sub-atomic fallen ethers, but rather shining forth from the raising of Lazarus, Christ refreshes the world for a moment with the glow of the flood of humanized joy that had formerly attended Mid-summer.   Which would be now St. John's tide.

                      So we have organized a micro-Earth seed.  A micro-Earth Sun seed, exactly as Steiner has described these events.  A Micro-Sun-Earth seed that has the same inner sun forces as the outer Earth had with our external seasonal sun of mid-winter depths and higher mid-summer heights.  And this clearly represents how Michael thinking penetrates with the Science of the the Earth and the seasons.... The zenith of the height of mid-summer and the anchored depths of mid-winter can be studied in and represented very clearly by how the solstices move, and currently in this date and  at this time we are in those solstices and every human soul, either in the southern hemisphere or northern hemisphere behaves and is pulled in their souls exactly by the inner forces of the new etheric sun as outlined in the Calandar of the Soul. 

                      That Same Etheric Christ Sun has mirrored itself into the human soul and mirrored itself into the laws of the Earth and external Sun.... the two operate in synch with Christ pulsing and serving new infused etheric and higher devachan light, through the darkened cathedrals of the unlit soul of Mankind.  So that now the human soul can see very clearly that every human being in the northern hemisphere, is clearly experiencing, in general, the loosened dreaminess of Bottom and Shakespeare's mighty elemental celebration of the weaving of elemental beings in the Cathedrals, the hollow and darkened cathedrals of the human soul.  Elemental servants of the heavens and higher devachan worlds  that live enchanted in the temperaments of humanity and the outer regions of nature support and nature kingdoms, flock to the cathedrals of humanity to play in the communion of human cognition or human dreaminess. 

                       

                      Unless certain individualized persons are experiencing their own terrors and horrors of deep mid-winter in some American rendition and torture chamber and are daily suffering worse than hell, we can only pray that the Christ be with them, for they would be forced away from the etheric streaming of exactly how Christ experienced the rush of jubilation, joy and calm before the final act, when on Palm Sunday, Christ had already set Lazarus and John as the pivots of a mighty compass point of navigational tracking for humanity, but would not be around for Mid-Summer, and all old forms of Midsummer would be changed forever.  

                      So the infusion of Midsummer forces, because Christ had penetrated to the depths of death, a small mini-mid-summer, St. John's tide, Summer Solstice event swept through the city as Christ rode the Ass...  And we follow the Ass to Bottom and Midsummer and we find in Man an unconscious human being, an occultly sleeping form, that is swarmed over by elemental beings rejoicing in the higher Devachan light of the new Etheric Christ in nature and in the human soul.  The elemental beings celebrate as of old, in the unfinished cathedrals of the human heart and mind and plant the seeds of their own future baptism by human souls.  The Mid-summer, ST. John's tide elemental worlds are tied together and entwined in nature and in the human soul, so that the mighty Cathedral of Man and the Steiner/Einstein bridge remains still unfinished and the Cathedral windows, the rose windows of the soul, are still dark and weaving in unconsciousness,  because Man today, same as Man then, are still befogged and lost in the weaving of swirling instincts that have failed to be grasped by cognitive solidity and Spiritual Science intensity.   

                        

                    • holderlin66
                      To understand the navigational compass of the inner Sun forces that now illuminate the human psyche from within, we see that below the Sun ensignia and Sun
                      Message 10 of 26 , Jun 22, 2007
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                        To understand the navigational compass of the inner Sun forces that now illuminate the human psyche from within, we see that below the Sun ensignia  and Sun symbol is flanked on one side by John the Baptist and on the other side of the sun symbol the writer of the John Gospel and Revelations.  We see that there is the Sun symbol, flanked by what I described as a new orientation inwardly to the depths of deepest winter, the deepest and holiest devachan mysteries of the depths, that we encounter also in Olaf during the Holy Nights and we also encounter in the Christmas Conference where the mighty gem of the Dodecahedron is illuminated from within.  And opposite the depths, the heights of intuition, poetry and Art including the Madonna and child, The School of Athens and the Transfiguration.  And Novalis the founder, along with his friend Goethe, of Anthroposophy itself. 

                        The illuminating the Thinking force of Michael as the planted Foundation Stone and the mighty Foundation Stone Meditation in mid-winter and the Holy Nights, following along the lines of the Winter Solstice....Tells us What?  What does it tell us when we can plainly see before us a compass orientation that is planted between John the Baptist and St. John the Eagle initiation?  What does this tell us when we find the beheaded John the Baptist and Lazarus bound together by the Christ Sun?  What does that tell us about the etheric imprint of the streams that move from the Arts to the Sciences and from the Sciences to the Arts?

                        The Compass of the Human Soul and Why:

                        Anthros did not make the above compass up it has always been there. It appears in Grunewald's Crucifixion and it appears, in a mysterious and most potent manner in the two spirits that join Christ at the Transfiguration.  And this Transfiguration is the final imprinting act of full penetration of the Sun Being.  The Sun Being had already raised Lazarus and merged is own etheric and astral cosmic north and south, the Transfiguration seals the deal. 

                        This particular relationship of the Etheric Christ Sun force that walked on Earth, bound together two specific forces and Christ/ the transfigured Jesus, stood in the center as the equator of human balance between the heights and the depths that will safely guide humanity to the realms of the Etheric Christ.  What still does this tell us?  I realize that no matter how hard we try we still cannot get our heads around such thoughts as compass, etheric navigation, binding and raising a combined and unified individuality who ends up writing two very different and distinct gospels or accounts.  One the John Gospel of John the Baptists relation to Christ and the other the mighty Devachan Science master of Revelation.

                         We have outlined here that Christ created a new central field where the human soul could discover the new Seasons of the Soul by learning to navigate the glowing Etheric bodies that have thought and researched and been imprinted with mighty etheric living forces that do not die through death. Spiritual Science itself is one of those navigating etheric light points of the gathering mighty Sun of the future Earth Sun of mankind.  Further we discovered a direct division between the fallen devachan sciences of magnestism, electricity and sub-atomics and the mighty St. John the Revelation and St. John the Eagle gospel writer, who defines the higher Devachan forces won from the depths of deaths darkest regions as the Science of the Higher Devachan.  These two divisions now run helter-skelter through the human soul, and the human soul has no real compass for navigating and grasping this division.

                        Einstein and Oppenheimer and our world is divided in two by all that we use of the magnetic, electrical and sub-atomic forces of fallen devachan light and I have called these particular problems the Steiner/Einstein bridge.  I call it like from the depths of a clarion call of how the Johannes Bau of Michael Sciences was aimed at bringing Michael to Munich before the catastrophe hit.  I could call it the Steiner/Heisenberg bridge as well because Heisenberg stayed in Munich and Munich was to be the gathering point of mighty physics seekers.  Einstein fled and Heisenberg stalled the Ahrimanic beast and passed the lower devachan mysteries over to Ahrimanic forces in the American West.  The Newbie would have to track through what was just written to discover Einstein and what is known as Trinity New Mexico against the Trinity of Golgotha.  

                        But the catastrophe did hit Munich and Germany  and it rippled its way  into the far west with the dawning of the Ahrimanic Sun and devachan fallen light and the mushroom cloud.  This was the child of the path of downward fallen devachan light.  But Christ had already salvaged the upward path to the higher Devachan Sciences and salvaged the Etheric body of the Earth and Man.  The world divides itself in a moral impression between the ability to penetrate and make use of the fallen Devachan light of magnetism, electricity and sub-atomics and the conscious bridge to understanding clearly, consciously and without the fumbling sentimentality of church baggage that Man is a mighty Physics instrument, a lens of light, that walks on earth and carries Trans-Temporal, Trans-Spatial and Trans-Einstonean capacities.  In the course of this year, with the Christimas Foundation as our theme, we have showed this mighty Trans-Spatial physics bridge from many different angles, including Wolfgang Pauli the noble prize winner.

                        I realize, as a student of Spiritual Science, how difficult it is to see the mighty infusion of etheric light that so profoundly penetrated the instrument of the Jesus individual, whom Zarathustra offered up to the Christ Sun, so that Christ could have such a mighty instrument to rechart the entire etheric field of the human being down to the skeleton and bones of the Earth and the human form.  As hard as it is to approach against the obstacles we place in our souls, we stand here in 2007 and we face the reality that a new compass was seen by Initiates of all stripes, a new compass that would guide for all future human navigation into the spiritual regions or penetrating the dense fields of the streaming Will of matter.  Two mighty Norths and Souths with the axis and equator resonating on the Christ/Jesus Sun compass, was given as the compass instrument and living forces that Christ transposed from the outer Seasons of how the Earth sits in relation to the sun on the 23 degree swing between the solstice of winter and the solstice of summer.   And the Donkey or Ass that is the profound 23/1 body blood relationship that Christ rode on, after He had raised lazarus from the dead. 

                        Hosanna, rock concerts, mighty group pagan celebrations, stadium rocking mob atavistic celebrations, pool parties, outdoor grilling and barbecues, summer vacation, the merging and mingling with nature, water, the elements and the bridge between the twinkling stars, fire flies, and a Midsummer Nights Dream, where Man wears an Asses head, because he  is still unconscious of the swirling forces he swims in, and of course baseball, serve to support the constant craving Man has for what OO7 would call Shaken, not stirred.  In other words the human seasons we seek are constant mixes between our merging with group soul activities and our own experiences of our isolated I AM. In our individual human seasons we constantly vacillate between group gropes and individual cogntive reflection.  This constant mixing and vacillation, this Shaken not stirred, should rather stir us, as we are mixed and tumbled between our instincts and our conscious cognition to wake up. But education and the tendency of universities and the sciences nor religion can wake up the astonishing sleeping jackass that man remains.  We are now all on etheric Christ compass passes and we know nothing of how this compass arose or how it works in us.  Steiner offered the Soul Calendar and he also offered this gem as well on his death-bed.

                          "Subnature must be recognized for what it is. This is only possible if humanity will rise at least as high in spiritual perception to supersensible supernature as it has technologically descended into subnature.... Electricity ...must be recognized for its power to lead from nature to subnature. But humans must beware of joining in the descent."  Rudolf Steiner, Anthroposophical Leading Thoughts, nos. 183-185.

                        This definition of the Steiner/Einstein bridge reveals for the Spiritual Science student, (newbies need not muster the cognitive clarity just yet because all this is way, way over the heads of most normal slumbering asses)  this Steiner insight from the Michael Letters and Anthro Leading thoughts, death-bed last words by Dr. STeiner, tell us of the Devachan division between the fallen and poison forces of Light and the Higher Devachan forces of light that we are now submerged in. 

                        In other words when we make a point of connecting ST. John to the bungling Einstein, and the battle call that echos still in history of bring Michael to Munich and we understand that STeiner longed, hungered and willed to bring Spiritual Science to the center of Munich and make the seekers of light find their balance in the 20th and 21st century and beyond, find their balance between sub-atomic physics and the higher Devachan of St. John and Revelations. Because Man as a Physics instrument was perfected and brought to it's highest capacities through the Christ event and in particular due to the Hosanna event of Palm Sunday, where the streaming etheric Sun light swept through the souls of those who felt, but did not know, but felt the surging groundswell of etheric uplifting Joy that swelled through everyone and the Earth herself as Christ got the donkey and the foal and knew that by raising Lazarus He had  tied together the mighty forces of the Etheric Earth to his Being. 

                         We can compare this, in a small way, a minor way to how Steiner took up the karma of the Anthro Society, so Christ tied the outer Sun forces where the Logos had Made the cosmos and Earth and the relationships we take for granted as Earth events, and transited to the interior etheric forces, to Man Himself and to the best that Man had to offer, Elias and Moses or John the Baptist the beheaded, and Lazarus.  And now we can look at the deep Eagle, science Initiate John and the intuitive and artistic holy spirit of Novalis as two sides of a coin.  And Rudolf Steiner describes how pristine, light filled glowing etheric bodies form a circle of inspiring Holy Ghost inspirations around the Earth.  It is due to these glowing residues of immortal, sun filled etheric thoughts and living forces that we are at all able to think and bring these ideas to this list at all.  

                        Yes when asked to render unto Caesar that which was Caesars, if the money had the face of Caesar on it, so be it, it belonged to the earthly realm.  But the coin of the realm for the etheric Christ has the face of John the Baptist on one side  and Christian Rosenkreuz on the other.  And naturally the newbie has by now given up in exhaustion here, but that is too bad for the newbie. 

                        Science and Art, the division of the worlds between Einstein and fallen Devachan light and Physics and Higher Devachan forces wrought out of the bosom of the gods themselves and directly tied to the higher astral devachan regions, comes directly out of St. John's two mighty texts.   In fact think of it.  We have gospels supposedly from single Gospel writers and of course Paul, but why do we have two books from this Lazarus/John individual. Two startling different types of research, startling different perspectives.  The John Gospel and the Gospel of higher Devachan Sciences, Revelation, are extremely different.   But remember, here on earth we surrounded by an influx of surging fallen devachan light....and let me remind you with what we are dealing with once again.

                        "Rudolf Steiner once described electricity as light in a sub-material state, or as light that destructs itself within matter, or again as disintegrating light3. In this connection he strongly emphasized the importance of this insight for the inner life of the human being: "The greatest contrast to electricity is light. And to consider light as a form of electricity is to mix good and evil."

                        "Perhaps the greatest danger in the present state of evolving consciousness comes from substantial forces working through electricity and electromagnetism, influencing thinking and impacting very severely on the will-orientated side of human nature. The impact increases because human beings, by virtue of exercising their rational self-consciousness, are particularly strongly united with their physical bodies, with the activity of brain and nerves in the thinking process, and also with impulsive acts of will rising up from the physical body in the form of instincts. In the process, where free initiative is concerned, the will that is driven by instincts only is in danger of being paralysed and "automated" if it is not met with the full force of human waking consciousness. It would no longer be controlled by human self-consciousness, no longer receiving from it morally guiding impulses. "

                        Of course we will have to add a stunning piece to this most astonishing puzzle of the navigational instrument of the human being that was fashioned and created by Christ, completed before the Transfiguration and at the Transfiguration the entire blazing compass of North and South or depth of Science and height of Art are revealed at the Transfiguration as the New compass of the human soul. 

                        But Christ, I mean the mighty Etheric Sun, stood in human feet down to the ground and was walking lightening.... And in the quiet and weakened frame of the mortal forces of Jesus, Jesus heads on over to Pilate or is dragged before Pilate.  Pilate's wife has such a vivid dream regarding Pilate and Christ that she rushes a message to Pilate, and what exactly now stood before Pilate? You should ask yourselves in our dinky thoughts, just what exactly stood before Pilate that day? 

                        Pilate knew and Christ knew, that if He but stirred the forces of His eyes, or shot a glance, or stirred the forces of the avenging Sun energies in any direction.... Imagine that behind those eyes, weakened and under Roman torture, and I don't need the type of crap from Mel Gibson's  "The Passion", rather it has been always as I have brought in every list I have ever particpated in, that it is Marie Correlli's  "Dream of the World Tragedy" that is the most astonishing book ever written capturing the Golgotha event....

                        Christ stood before Pilate and if Christ wasn't the mighty Sun Drenched King, and held together in the frame of Man to the final hour on Golgotha....Just what was Pilate facing and speaking with mono to mono, man to man, face to face and what caused the population who expected something very different from their Pagan Sun heros, to change their tune from Hosanna on Palm Sunday to  to Crucify Him on Good Friday?  In just a matter of five or six days? 

                        Now Man was the mightiest physics instrument ever offered up and each human being would now be able to navigate their way towards the Etheric Sun and each human being would be able to see the division truly between the lower fallen Devachan light of Oppenheimer and Einstein and the Higher Devachan Astral sciences of St. John the Eagle Initiate.  

                        You go and figure this out.... Oh it is not over yet.  But just to shake you to the very foundations of your being, we know that John the Baptist and Lazarus are our north/south orientations for the human soul, but when Christ finally fixes the Etheric radiation of the mighty etheric life and light of the Sun into the skeleton and operative capacities of the Jesus model, what stands in the Transfiguration are three beings.    There is the Compass.   One was Elias/John the Baptist who we follow out to Raphael and Novalis.   The other standing on the other side of Christ, Moses.  I leave you to think over just who might Christian Rosenkreuz be and how did these two individuals appear side by side with Christ as the equator between the two?

                          

                      • holderlin66
                        Electricity and Human Consciousness by Markus Osterrieder (GERMANY) Markus Osterrieder, M.A. is a historian and independant lecturer-writer.Graduated from LMU
                        Message 11 of 26 , Jun 22, 2007
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                          Electricity

                          and
                          Human Consciousness

                                                                                                                                                    

                           by Markus Osterrieder (GERMANY)

                          Markus Osterrieder, M.A. is a historian and independant lecturer-writer.Graduated from LMU University, Munich. Research fellow at the Osteuropa-Institut, Munich. Several book publications (in German)

                                                                                                                      (Translated from the German by Hilde Stossel (AUSTRALIA)

                          Without taking account of the relation between bio-electrical processes in the human body and electromagnetic processes in the earth, in other words body electricity and earth electricity, it will not be possible to understand clearly by what means the scientific-technological development of modem times has influenced, and continues to influence with increasing severity, the moral nature of human beings (1). Naturally, the discovery of electricity and electromagnetism as well as their practical application, show a variety of facets. Electricity and electromagnetism are, of course, forces of nature that can affect the life of beings either beneficially or destructively, depending on their application. In medicine, electrotherapy can assist the healing process if correctly applied. But precisely the effects of magnetic fields have not been sufficiently investigated regarding their role in, say, the emergence of various disorders of the immune system like AIDS, in allergies, in chronic fatigue syndrome or certain types of cancer.

                          In addition, electromagnetic fields possess an inner spiritual quality that must not be allowed to take hold of the human being completely. And exactly as electrical and electromagnetic phenomena display their effectiveness outwardly in physical matter, they have an inward influence on the moral constitution of human beings who have not taken protective measures against them.

                          With regard to the order of life-processes, the structures of matter (molecules, cells), as well as the higher members of a human being, seem to a large extent to be organized through the oscillations of sunlight and of supersensible forces, which Rudolf Steiner has called "etheric." Although 19th century physics indicated that light was merely a magnetic wave, quantum physics has shown that the connection between light, electricity and magnetism is far more complicated. (What the Greeks of antiquity had already known by virtue of its moral impact.)2

                          Rudolf Steiner once described electricity as light in a sub-material state, or as light that destructs itself within matter, or again as disintegrating light3. In this connection he strongly emphasized the importance of this insight for the inner life of the human being: "The greatest contrast to electricity is light. And to consider light as a form of electricity is to mix good and evil."4 It is well known that the oscillations of certain electrical frequencies in even small quantities and for short durations have consequences that, although difficult to measure, are detrimental to health. But far less attention is paid to the question as to what extent electrical phenomena influence a human being's thinking, feeling and willing. Here is a source of danger for humans that is not to be underestimated.

                          Never throughout the evolution of human consciousness were we so closely united through our physical bodies with the world of matter in relation to our thinking, feeling and willing. It is precisely this development of consciousness, producing a new world of technology, that is responsible for the earth being enveloped in a dense fabric of artificially produced electromagnetic radiation; altogether a situation that has not previously existed in the evolution of our planet.

                          The interior of the earth emits natural micropulsations of approximately 10 Hz (Hertz); that is, 10 oscillations per second. Lightning creates fields in a frequency range of 10 to 20 KHz (thousands of oscillations per second). At the other end of the spectrum, light has become visible with billions of oscillations. Between the two fields described there are those areas of the spectrum that only started to fill up with artificial radiation at the end of the last century through human intervention. This began with electric power supply systems around 50/60 Hz to ELF frequencies (ELF = extremely low frequency) in a spectrum of 0 to 100 Hz), often used for military purposes (or, rather, as non-lethal weapons) and on to medium, short and ultra-short waves, to TV frequencies and the domain of microwave frequencies. (Much data concerning application of the latter are also secret, as they, too, were researched and used for military purposes.)

                          On the one hand, electromagnetic forces interact with the geomagnetic field enveloping the planet as a protective sheath. On the other, they interact with the interior of the earth that constantly emits particles with either a positive or a negative electrical charge, ions and other related forces. There is an assumption of a rotating core of liquid iron in the interior of the earth that envelops the planet in a magnetic dipole field, similar to that of a bar magnet. The magnetosphere varies from month to month, depending on the moon cycles. It does not rotate, but stands firm in space. Accordingly, every point on earth is exposed to a constantly changing magnetic field with unchanging magnetic declinations towards the two magnetic poles, while its daily variations control the biological rhythm. There is electrodynamic interaction between the surface of the earth and the ionosphere by way of micropulsations in the 10 Hz area; in other words, the ELF channels5.

                          In November 1917, in St. Gallen (Switzerland), Rudolf Steiner spoke about the important future task of establishing a new geographic medicine. That is to say, a medical geography:

                          "Some things will only be understood when the

                          connection becomes clear that exists between the illness-producing agent inherent in the human being, and earth-geography with all its fusions, with all its radiations coming out of this earth to varying degrees, depending on the particular region of the earth."6

                          Only gradually does this problem penetrate the consciousness of academic natural science. A pioneer in the field of electromedicine, the American physician Robert Becker, first formulated in 1963 the theory that the natural, geographically determined magnetic environment presumably has an influence on human behaviour.7 We are dealing here not only with the medical consequences of the interaction between natural radiation, artificially created radiation and body electricity8, but also with the very real influence on soul and spirit-related forces.

                          Perhaps the greatest danger in the present state of evolving consciousness comes from substantial forces working through electricity and electromagnetism, influencing thinking and impacting very severely on the will-orientated side of human nature. The impact increases because human beings, by virtue of exercising their rational self-consciousness, are particularly strongly united with their physical bodies, with the activity of brain and nerves in the thinking process, and also with impulsive acts of will rising up from the physical body in the form of instincts. In the process, where free initiative is concerned, the will that is driven by instincts only is in danger of being paralysed and "automated" if it is not met with the full force of human waking consciousness. It would no longer be controlled by human self-consciousness, no longer receiving from it morally guiding impulses.

                          In such a case a human being can get carried away and commit acts that appear to come from a different "ego," an internal "double." Over the last 200 years many artists have tried to come to grips with the constantly increasing influence of the double, of which they were dimly aware in one way or another.9

                          As mentioned above, the individualization of human beings as a necessity of our age encounters the aversion of those people who only fear a "war of all against all," or who fight against all forms of individualization because it hampers their all-encompassing desire for power and domination. These people, and the dark spiritual forces by which they are nourished, are well aware of the connections between earth electricity and body electricity, and they want to use them as a weapon against the free unfolding of individuality.

                          In any case, this knowledge of the relation between earth's magnetic forces, geographic medicine and human behaviour (including thought and will impulses) is critical knowledge for every statesman of the future. For instance, the maps drawn by modern Western geopoliticians like Zbigniew Brzezinski or Samuel Huntington, on which they depict "'geostrategical fault lines" or zones of a possible "clash of civilization," show a strange (but not arbitrary) resemblance to maps that represent the magnetic declination chart of the earth's electromagnetic field.

                          For example, the zero meridian of the magnetic declination runs, with slight fluctuations, almost exactly through Europe on the old fault line of Greek-Orthodox and Latin-Catholic civilizations (Western Ukraine, Transylvania, Bosnia-Herzegovina/Serbia). Cultural divisions and misunderstandings are to a large part nourished by sympathy and antipathy, and in most cases these stem from instinct; that is, subconscious will-forces. If it is kept as a secret, such aknowledge can be misused to manipulate or to agitate the population of certain regions in order to further power politics and "the short road to global supremacy" (as Brzezinski puts it). Once it is laid open, it can be used in a truly mediating Christian sense for the welfare of the whole of humanity.9a

                          It is generally known that a magnetic field is produced by electric currents that can be measured by magneto-encephalograms (MEG) from a distance of up to one meter from the head.10 The magnetic field of human beings and that of higher animals interact closely with the magnetic field of the earth.11 According to Rob Baker, the human magnetic organ is situated in the bones of the sphenoid/ethmoid sinus, directly in front of the pituitary gland. This organ is obviously able to feel the earth-magnetic north alignment.12 A further highly sensitive electromagnetic point in the human brain is in the domain of the pineal gland. The electric direct-current system in the brain that acts on the consciousness reacts sensitively to very weak frequencies in the ELF (extremely low frequencies) channel. These effects show up only in the particular ELF domain that would apply also to natural micropulsations of a terrestrial magnetic field.

                          In 1945 intensive research was carried out, especially in the USA and the Soviet Union, into guiding and controlling consciousness by means of electric impulses. This satanic type of brainwashing (one cannot call it otherwise) and rape, and/or deprivation of the free will is frequently called Mind Control. Causing a sensation, these experiments came to public notice at the end of the sixties when the neurologist Dr. José M.R. Delgado of the Centro Ramon y Cajal Hospital in Madrid and the Yale University School of Medicine published his findings in the book "Physical Control of the Mind: Towards a Psychocivilized Society."

                          We know of ESB's potential for mind control largely through the work of José Delgado. One signal provoked a cat to lick its fur, then continue compulsively to lick the floor and bars of its cage. A signal designed to stimulate a portion of a monkey's thalamus, a major midbrain center for integrating muscle movements, triggered a complex reaction: The monkey walked to one side of the cage, then the other, then climbed to the rear ceiling, then back down. The animal performed this same activity as many times as it was stimulated with the signal, up to sixty times an hour. However, these actions were not performed blindly. The creature still was able to avoid obstacles and threats from the dominnt male while carrying out the electrical imperative. Another type of signal made monkeys turn their heads or smile, no matter what else they were doing, up to twenty thousand times in two weeks. As Delgado concluded, "The animals looked like electronic toys."

                          Delgado stimulated brain activity in his patients with ESB (Electronic Stimulation of the Brain) in the ELF domain, especially in the amygdala and hippocampus. Funding for the project came predominantly from the American Office of Naval Intelligence, a CIA cover agency (the CIA being especially interested in this form of warfare) after it became known that in the years 1960-1965 the US Embassy in Moscow was exposed to radiation from electromagnetic fields and microwaves created by the Soviets, with the result that various physical and mental disorders occurred among the staff.13

                          In his conclusion, Delgado summarized his findings by saying that "movement, emotion and behaviour can be controlled by electrical forces, and human beings can be controlled like robots with the touch of a button." The patients reported that their behaviour had changed against their will because they lacked the strength (will forces!) to resist the electrical signal. "Since the brain controls the entire body and all mental processes, electrical stimulation of the brain could be developed into an important method of planned manipulation of human behaviour."14 Delgado elaborated his point of view in sentences like the following: "We need a programme of psychosurgery for political control of the mind. Everyone who deviates from the given norm can be surgically mutilated.... The individual may think that the most important reality is his point of view. This lacks historical perspective.... Man does not have the right to develop his own mind.... We must electrically control the brain. Some day armies and generals will be controlled by electrical stimulation of the brain."15

                          In Spanish Cordoba Delgado demonstrated his theory by way of popular entertainment. He implanted hair-like electrodes into the interbrain of a bull that were to control its behaviour by acting as receivers of electrical stimulations: "Afternoon sunlight poured over the high wooden barrier into the ring as the brave bull bore down on the unarmed matador, a scientist who had never faced a bull. But the charging animal's horns never reached the man behind the heavy red cape. Moments before that could happen, Dr. Delgado pressed a button on a small radio transmitter in his hand and the bull braked to a halt. Then he pressed another button on the transmitter, and the bull obediently turned to the right and trotted away. The bull was obeying commands in his brain that were being called forth by the radio signals acting as electrical stimulation to certain regions in which fine wires had been painlessly planted the day before."16

                          Delgado's research has long since found adherents. Experiments are carried out with implants capable of achieving a great variety of results, as well as with direct radiation from microwaves, ELF and other high-pulsating electromagnetic rays or fields designed to manipulate the memory, control behaviour, or temporarily incapacitate. The victims suffer long-lasting damage to the health of the organ affected, are driven to insanity by "voices," develop compulsive behaviour, carry out certain tasks against their inclination, etc. The latest experiments point in the direction of filtering the "'imprint" of concrete emotions in the brain with the aid of electroencephalograms (EEG) and specific computer software to synthesize the relevant frequencies and amplitudes as emotion signature clusters and store them on computer. And, if needed, to clone them into other brains by stimulus transfer.17

                          As mentioned before, two regions of the brain are exceptionally sensitive to light and electricity, the pineal and the pituitary glands. Attempts to interfere with the function of these two glands can result in fundamental physiological and etheric-supersensible processes being disordered, with disastrous consequences for human beings. Here, sensory and supersensible processes take place that can thrust the human being into complete decline or decadence. Conversely, it can specifically create the decisive future organic basis for the higher spiritual human organism. Three areas in particular are controlled by the two glands: thinking, sensory perception and procreation.

                          Pineal Gland

                          The pineal gland, 50mm long, shaped like a pine-cone and sitting deep down in the centre of the head is the shriveled remnant of an ancient warmth and light-perceiving sense organ that opened to the exterior with the fontanel in the cranial bone.18 The pineal gland is in contact with the parietal chakra, the so-called thousand-petalled lotus.19 It regulates the circadian rhythms of the body, biological rhythms that are attuned to the day-night cycle and cover a period of 24-25 hours. These rhythms can be disrupted by natural or artificial magnetic fields, and—among other things—react to the daily cyclical pattern of the terrestrial magnetic field. The pineal gland interacts closely with the sympathetic nervous system that is responsible for functions like an increased heartbeat frequency (above the diaphragm, the activity of organs is enhanced by the sympathetic system and inhibited by the parasympathetic one. Below the diaphragm, the opposite applies). Thus, the nerves that serve the pineal gland don't originate in the brain but in the sympathetic nervous system.

                          There is a non-visual energetic connection from the eyes straight to the hypothalamic and hypophyseal parts of the brain, and a further one to the pineal gland, with the latter reacting to changes in brightness as well as the various colours of sunlight. This process has an energizing effect on the whole organism.20 The pineal complex also controls body temperature. The hormone melatonin is manufactured in the pineal gland, whose discharge is inhibited by light radiation and therefore occurs by night. Melatonin inhibits the development of germ cells and the urge to procreate. In other words, it inhibits the development and function of gonads. Another substance is serotonin, which is needed for its action as a chemical neuro-transmitter of electrical impulses in the synapses of nerve cells. It is interesting to note that serotonin has the same chemical structure as some hallucinogenic substances. It is transformed into melatonin only in the pineal gland.

                          Pituitary Gland

                          On the other hand, the bean-shaped pituitary gland lies on the bottom of the interbrain and is connected by a stem to the its third ventricle. It is the central organ for hormonal regulation, controlling and influencing all other hormonal organs which report back to the pituitary gland. The posterior lobe belongs to the nervous system. In the anterior lobe, glandotropic hormones are produced that control the sexual life, especially the activity of lactation, the ovaries (or the female menstrual cycle) and the testicles. According to Robin Baker, the real magnetism-perceiving organ of a human being is situated in front of the pituitary gland. The nasal parts of the optic nerves leading from the eyeballs to the brain cross over in front of the pituitary cone at the entrance to the brain. This crossing of the optic axes provides an important anatomical basis for taking hold of the self-consciousness. It is also a point in the region of the pituitary gland where contemporary human beings normally experience their centre of waking consciousness. The pituitary glnd is in contact with the etheric forehead chakra, the so-called two-petalled lotus.

                          Consequently, both these glands in the head region of a human being are in various respects interwoven with the etheric sphere of light, as well as with the subterranean sphere of electricity. In this regard, contemporary humans have the option to either consciously develop their morality with the aid of altruistic acts of will penetrated by love, or yield to base inclinations and instincts laced with uninhibited selfishness that can pour into them. This is not without consequences for the future development and function of these two glands. In this context, Rudolf Steiner drew attention to the fact that an etheric stream of light flows through the human being, linking heart and blood stream to the pituitary gland. In certain moments, it makes manifest (for the one who has developed such a supersensual perception) a person's moral principles and qualities.21

                          A multitude of forces, effective at a variety of levels, are normally integrated into the whole structure of a human being in such a way that even effects of catabolic forces, in the right place, are beneficial to the human household as a whole. In this connection, one only has to think of the physiological digestive process that, with juices and acids in their proper place, performs a life-preserving function in the gastric and intestinal tracts. However, in the event of a perforated stomach this process can initiate death. Similarly, there also are forces in the human etheric and astral configuration that reveal their destructive properties as soon as they come into a different constellation of forces to that initially intended for them; or worse, are projected outward.22

                          According to Rudolf Steiner's investigations in spiritual science, behind the conscious sphere where memories are reflected there is a subconscious region in the human being into which a substantial destructive focus has been introduced. This destructive focus is a necessary basis for the development of rational thinking, and thereby egohood. For human intellectualism is by nature and by its impact on the physical body and physiology destructive and substance-destroying. If the force of this destructive focus ventures forth from its strictly limited domain (or worse, if it is projected outward) then, in accordance with its nature, it will reveal itself as destructive viciousness, as evil.23 In relation to the two cerebral glands, it is of great importance that human recollective activity—that is, the imprinting of the recollection—is connected to two etheric streams that are differentiated by the greatest possible tension. These streams have their physic-sensory counterpart in the heart region, the pineal gland and the pituitary gland. "The physical organ that wants to form the memory-image is the pineal gland, while the pituitary gland is the recording part."24

                          We can only allude here to these complicated anatomic-etheric connections. However, today such knowledge has to gradually be brought into consciousness, penetrated and comprehended.

                          It becomes apparent, then, how in the aforementioned cerebral regions the conscious domain in a human being's life (and the superconscious or subconscious one, respectively) penetrate each other. Therefore, disturbances caused by abnormal electrical fields can lead to permanent neurological defects and behavioural disorders.25 In addition, they demand increased strength of consciousness from human beings with which to combat the negative impact on their sensory-supersensible organs. It also becomes evident how interwoven are human thinking and discerning, sensory perception, a sense of direction in dealing with time and space, as well as all hormonal and reproductive processes. In fact, mysterious connections exist between light and reproduction on one hand, and electricity and reproduction on the other. (However, these cannot be discussed in detail here.) Electrochemical processes occur in neuro-sensory activities as, for example, in the fertilization of the egg cell. In the spiral human DNA, the basic building blocks of genes, the genotype, etheric light forces and electromagnetic forces work together in a particularly complicated fashion.26

                          Developments in biotechnology are still in the early stages. With the aid of ever more complicated computer systems, bio-industrial engineers attempt to decode the genetic information of living beings, arranging and organizing it in order to use DNA as the most important "raw material" in a new branch of science, and as a guarantee for enormous profits on the stock market. Already for Marshall McLuhan, "'prophet" of the media age, computer and telecommunication technology was nothing more than a protruding extension of the human nervous system, of the "electrical human being." Efforts are now being directed towards transferring, in the long term, the emotional life of a human being to the world of machines, or uniting the two, because according to the bio-engineers, the body is only a temporary vessel for the information that led to its coming into being.27

                          Discovery and application of electrical forces was unavoidable and an evolutionary necessity. However, this "release" in the electrical sphere demands from human beings themselves enhanced alertness of consciousness and increased efforts to muster inner resources by sustained spiritual work in order that the down-pressing forces connected with electricity can be countered and equilibrium restored. This is because a spiritual force is hidden in the natural energy of electricity that has the tendency to diminish human moral values, a force that attempts to drag human beings down to a less than human level leading into subnature; that is, into a morally low and spiritually dark domain. "Subnature must be recognized for what it is. This is only possible if humanity will rise at least as high in spiritual perception to supersensible supernature as it has technologically descended into subnature.... Electricity ...must be recognized for its power to lead from nature to subnature. But humans must beware of joining in the descent."28

                          Now the open question is whether we human beings are able to keep pace with the accelerating material world, and counter-balance with our own spiritual substance and individual strength of consciousness the forces rising up from technology and natural science in order to avoid being plunged into the abyss. In the light of human evolution, resisting technological developments would be absurd and harmful. However, precisely in view of technological revolutions, now more than ever what is demanded of the human being is the conquest of spiritual apathy and self-centred delusions. The human being needs to wake up and consciously attend to individual spiritual tasks. It is true that by combating and transforming such strong opposition, humans are to a far greater degree able to contribute to universal evolution.

                          http://www.transintelligence.org/articles/electricity_and__human_conscious.htm

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                          The Individuality of Elias, John, Raphael, Novalis RUDOLF STEINER S LAST ADDRESS Translated by George Adams My dear friends,
                          Message 12 of 26 , Jun 23, 2007
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                            The Individuality of Elias, John, Raphael, Novalis

                            RUDOLF STEINER'S LAST ADDRESS

                            Translated by George Adams

                            My dear friends,

                            http://wn.rsarchive.org/Lectures/InEJRN_index.html

                            It has not been possible for me to speak to you on the last two days. But today — the day when the Michael mood of dedication must pour its light into all our hearts, I did not want to let pass without speaking to you at least a few words. That I am able to do so is due entirely to the loving and devoted care of our friend Dr. Ita Wegman. And so I hope that I will still be able to say today what I desire particularly to say to you on the occasion of this festival.

                            In recent months we have frequently spoken, my dear friends, of the instreaming of the Michael-Power into the spiritual events of man's life on earth. And it will be one of the more beautiful results that can follow from our anthroposophical understanding of times and seasons, if we are really able to add to the other festivals of the year a rightly ordered Michael Festival. That however will only be possible when the might and power of the Michael Thoughts, of which today men have no more than a dim feeling, has taken hold in a number of human souls who will then be able to create the right human starting-point for such a festival.

                            What we can do at present is to awaken, in this Michael time, the Michael mood in our souls by giving ourselves up to thoughts that will prepare the way for a future Michael Festival. And such thoughts are especially stirred to activity within us when we turn our gaze upon all that we have seen taking place — partly on earth, partly in supersensible worlds — through long periods of time, in preparation for all that can now be accomplished for human evolution in the course of this present century by souls who in full sincerity feel themselves drawn to the Michael stream.

                            That you yourselves, my dear friends, in so far as you truly and honestly incline to the Anthroposophical Movement, belong to these souls — this I have endeavoured to make clear to you in the lectures of the last weeks and especially also in the lectures where I spoke to you directly of the karma of the Anthroposophical Society. We can however carry these considerations a little further, and that is what I want to do today.

                            Let us now bring before our souls beings who are intimately connected, and will always be intimately connected, with the Michael stream, in the sense in which we have described it here. Let us direct our gaze to beings who in at least two successive incarnations made a powerful impression on great numbers of their fellow-men, beings who, however, only show themselves in their true unity when we recognize them as successive incarnations of one and the same being.

                            When we look back into olden times, we see rise up before us within the traditions of Judaism the prophetic figure of Elijah. We know what significance the prophet Elijah had for the people of the Old Testament, and therewith for all mankind; we know how he set before them the goal and destiny of their existence. And we have shown how in the course of time the being who was present in Elijah appeared again at the very most important moment of human evolution, appeared again so that Christ Jesus Himself could give him the Initiation he was to receive for the evolution of mankind. For the being of Elijah appeared again in Lazarus-John — who are in truth one and the same figure, as you will have understood from my book "Christianity as Mystical Fact."

                            And further we saw that this being appears once more in that world painter who let his artistic power unfold in marvellous depths of tenderness, as it moved hovering over the Mystery of Golgotha. And we saw how the deeply Christian impulse that lives in Raphael, as it were impelling into colour and form the very nature and being of Christianity itself — we saw how this impulse rose again in the poet Novalis. In the poet Novalis stands revealed in wondrously beautiful words what Raphael had placed before mankind in colours and forms of rarest loveliness. We see, thus following one another in time, beings who are brought together into a unity when incarnation is understood.

                            We know [for I have often spoken with you of these things] how, when man has gone through the gate of death, he enters the world of the stars. What we are accustomed to call "stars" in the external, physical sense are no more than the outer sign and symbol of spiritual worlds which look down upon us and take their share and part in all the deeds of the evolution of mankind.

                            We know that man passes through the Moon sphere and through the spheres of Mercury and Venus, through the spheres of the Sun and of Mars, and of Jupiter and Saturn. And we know that when, together with the beings of these spheres and together too with other human souls who have also departed from the life on Earth, he has elaborated his karma, he then turns back again to earthly existence.

                            Bearing this in mind, let us look for a moment at Raphael and see how he passes through the gate of death, and how he enters the realm of the starry worlds, the realm of spiritual evolution, taking with him the power of his art, which already on earth shone with the bright light of the stars. We behold, my dear friends, how Raphael enters the Moon sphere, and we see how he comes into association here with the Spirits who live in the Moon sphere and who are the spiritual Individualities of the great original Leaders of mankind, with whose wisdom Raphael, as Elijah, had been deeply inspired. He meets these Moon Beings, and he meets too all the souls with whom he has lived in earlier stages of Earth-evolution. We see how he unites himself spiritually with the spiritual origin of the Earth, with that World of Being which first made it possible for man to be, and for the Earthly to be impregnated with the Divine. We behold Raphael as it were completely "at home", united with those with whom he had most loved to be in the Elijah existence, inasmuch as it was They who at the beginning of Earth existence set the goal for the life on this Earth.

                            Then we behold him wander through the Mercury sphere where, in association with the great Cosmic Healers, he transforms for his spirituality the power that had been his to create what is so infinitely whole and healthy in colour and line. All that he has painted, whethr on canvas or as a fresco on the wall, for the help and comfort as well as for the unending inspiration of such as can understand — all his work that was so radiant with light, showed itself now to him in the great cosmic connection in which it is able to stand when it passes through the Beings of the Mercury sphere.

                            And thus was he, who on Earth had unfolded so great a love for art, whose soul had been aflame with love for colour and for line, transplanted now into the sphere of Venus, which in turn lovingly bore him across to the Sun, to that Sun existence which lived in all his incarnations so far as they are yet known to us. For it was from the Sun that he, as the prophet Elijah, brought to mankind through the medium of his own people the truths that belong to the goals of existence.

                            We see how in the Sun sphere he is able to live through over again in a deep and intimate sense — in another way now than when he was on Earth as a companion of Christ Jesus — he is able to live over again what he underwent when, through the Initiation of Christ Jesus, he, Lazarus, became John.

                            And all that he has painted in shining light for the followers of Christ Jesus, — he now beholds all this pour its rays into the cosmic transformation of the human heart.

                            And we see further how what he thus had at the foundation of his life penetrates, wisdom-filled, the sphere of Jupiter. In this sphere he is able in wisdom to enter into a relation of understanding with such spirits as Goethe — the spirit, that is, that afterwards became Goethe — as well as also with spirits who had gone astray on other paths, but who nevertheless led over World Being and World Thought into the realm of the magical. The foundation is laid for his magic idealism in the experience he had of the evolution of the later Eliphas Levi. And we behold too how he partakes in all that was living there in Swedenborg.

                            And now I must draw your attention to something in the life of Raphael that is of very great significance. A personality who was most deeply devoted to Raphael — Hermann Grimm — set to work four times to write a life of Raphael. His "Life of Michaelangelo" he brought to a beautiful completeness, but he never succeeded in drawing any picture of Raphael's earthly life that gave him satisfaction. In his own view all he wrote was unfinished and incomplete. The first book he undertook was intended to be a biography. What is it? Nothing but a reproduction of old anecdotes told by Vasari! No biography of Raphael at all, but something altogether different — a description of what Raphael became on Earth after his death, in the respect and recognition of his fellow men. Hermann Grimm relates what people have thought of Raphael — what the Italians, the French, the Germans have thought of Raphael in the course of history through the centuries. What he gives us is a biography of the Raphael Thought as it has lived here on Earth since his death. He finds the way to tell what remains of Raphael in the hearts and minds of men, what lives of him still in their reverence and understanding. But he does not find the possibility to give a picture of the earthly life of Raphael.

                            After Hermann Grimm has made the attempt four times over, he says: all that one can really do for Raphael as a personality is to write of how one picture passes over into the next, as though it had been painted by a supersensible being who had simply not touched the Earth at all with his earthly life. The pictures are there, but one can look right away from Raphael who painted the pictures and reproduce the sequence of what is expressed in their inner content.

                            And so, shortly before his death, Hermann Grimm began to speak once again about Raphael; yet once more he made the attempt to put pen to paper and write about him. This time however he spoke only of his pictures and not about the earthly personality of Raphael at all.

                            The truth is, my dear friends, this earthly personality of Raphael was completely yielded up and was only present through what Lazarus-John gave to this soul to be poured out into colour and line for all mankind.

                            Such was the life of this being. And it was so, that this Raphael life could only be, as it were, absolved in another life of thirty years — in Novalis. And so we see Raphael die young, Novalis die young — one being, who came forth from Elijah-John, appearing before mankind in two different forms, preparing through art and through poetry the true Michael mood of soul, sent down by the Michael stream as messenger to men on Earth.

                            And now we behold the wonderful artistic power of Raphael come to life again in Novalis in poetry that stirs and enraptures the hearts of men. All that through Raphael was given to human eyes to see, — of this could human hearts drink deep, when it came again in Novalis.

                            When we consider the life of Novalis, what an echo we find there of the Raphael life for which Hermann Grimm had so fine an understanding! His beloved dies in her youth. He is himself still young. What is he going to do with his life now that she has died? He tells us himself. He says that his life on Earth will be henceforth to "die after her", to follow her on the way of death. He wants to pass over already now into the supersensible, to lead again the Raphael life, not touching the Earth, but living out in poetry his magic idealism. He would fain not let himself be touched by Earth life.

                            When we read the "Fragments" of Novalis, and give ourselves up to the life that flows so abundantly in them, we can discover the secret of the deep impression they make on us. Whatever we have before us in immediate sense-reality, whatever the eye can see and recognise as beautiful — all this, through the magic idealism that lives in the soul of Novalis, appears in his poetry with a well-nigh heavenly splendour. The meanest and simplest material thing — with the magic idealism of his poetry he can make it live again in all its spiritual light and glory.

                            And so we see in Novalis a radiant and splendid forerunner of that Michael stream which is now to lead you all, my dear friends, while you live; and then, after you have gone through the gate of death, you will find in the spiritual supersensible worlds all those others — among them also the being of whom I have been speaking to you today — all those with whom you are to prepare the work that shall be accomplished at the end of the century, and that shall lead mankind past the great crisis in which it is involved.

                            This work is: to let the Michael Power and the Michael Will penetrate the whole of life. The Michael Power and the Michael Will are none other than the Christ Will and the Christ Power, going before in order to implant in the right way into the Earth the Power of the Christ. If this Michael Power is able verily to overcome all that is of the demon and the dragon [and you will know what that is], if you all, who have in this way received in the light Michael Thought, have indeed received it with true and faithful heart and with tender love, and will endeavour to go forward from the Michael mood of this year, until not only is the Michael Thought revealed in your soul, but you are able also to make the Michael Thought live in your deeds in all its strength and all its power — if this is so, then will you be true servants of the Michael Thought, worthy helpers of what has now to enter Earth-evolution through Anthroposopy, and take its place there in the meaning of Michael.

                            If, in the near future, in four times twelve human beings, the Michael Thought becomes fully alive — four times twelve human beings, that is, who are recognised not by themselves but by the Leadership of the Goetheanum in Dornach — if in four times twelve such human beings, leaders arise having the mood of soul that belongs to the Michael festival, then we can look up to the light that through the Michael stream and the Michael activity will be shed abroad in the future among mankind.

                            Because this is so, my dear friends, I have made the effort today to rise up and speak to you, if only in these few short words. My strength is not sufficient for more today. May the words so speak to your soul that you receive the Michael Thought in the sense of what a faithful follower of Michael may feel when, clothed in the light rays of the Sun, Michael appears and points us to that which must now take place. For it must even be so that this Michael garment, this garment of Light, shall become the Words of the Worlds, which can transform the Logos of the Worlds into the Logos of Mankind. Therefore let my words to you today be these:

                            	Springing from Powers of the Sun,
                            	Radiant Spirit-powers, blessing all Worlds!
                            	For Michael's garment of rays
                            	Ye are predestined by Thought Devine.
                            
                            	He, the Christ-messenger, revealeth in you — 
                            	Bearing mankind aloft — the sacred Will of Worlds.
                            	Ye, the radiant Beings of Aether-Worlds,
                            	Bear the Christ-Word to Man.
                            
                            	Thus shall the Heralds of Christ appear
                            	To the thirstily waiting souls,
                            	To whom your Word of Light shines forth
                            	In cosmic age of Spirit-Man.
                            
                            	Ye, the disciples of Spirit-Knowledge,
                            	Take Michael's Wisdom beckoning,
                            	Take the Word of Love of the Will of Worlds
                            	Into your soul's aspiring, a c t i v e l y !

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                            04: The Metamorphosis or Transfiguration of the Bodhisattva [Print]
                            Message 13 of 26 , Jun 23, 2007
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                              04: The Metamorphosis or Transfiguration of the BodhisattvaPrintE-mail
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                              The Biblical Transfiguration or Metamorphosis is related with the Sephirah Hod (Glory) that relates to the development of the Bodhichitta.

                              http://www.gnosticteachings.org/content/view/574/66/

                              When we address the Christian Gospels, we always address the Tree of Life, which is Kabbalah, which is a tool in order to comprehend not only the Gospels, but the whole Bible, because Christian scriptures are rooted in Kabbalah. So, the lower Sephiroth of the Tree of Life, which we call "the inferior Quaternary" are related with the Four Gospels. We already talked about Malkuth beginning with Luke, Yesod related with Matthew; now we are entering into Hod related with the Gospel of Mark, which is called the Gospel of Fire, symbolized by a lion.

                              When we talk about fire, we have to bring into memory the exorcism of fire, the way in which we invoke the Genii of Fire in order to assist us in the Comprehension of the light. Remember that the Gospel of Mark starts like this: "The beginning of the Gospel of Jesus Christ the Son of God." The beginning of the Gospel of Jesus Christ is in Hod, which is the Gospel of Fire.

                              In esotericism, when we invoke the Genii of Fire, we pronounce the names of three Genii, which are Michael, Samael, and Anael. We state,

                              "Michael, Genie of the Sun and lightning; Samael, king of volcanoes and earthquakes; Anael, prince of the Astral Light! Assist us in the name of the Christ, by the power of the Christ, in the Majesty of Christ!'

                              This is how any Kabbalist pronounces the Exorcism of Fire related with Hod (which means "glory") and which is related with the transfiguration (or metamorphosis) written in the Gospels.

                              When we explain these Gospels of the Path of the Bodhisattva, we always look to the Three brains because the physical body, indeed, has three brains that we have to Master: the intellectual brain, the emotional brain (located in the area between the heart and the navel), and sexual/instinctual/motor brain (located in the area of the genitals, coccyx). In the three brains we find the three aspects or three Fires that we are talking about here and that are related with Hod. 

                              Michael is the name of that Archangel that rules the Sun, the center of the solar system. Michael means "He who is like God." Of course, "He who is like God" is the solar Mind. Remember that when we talk about the Solar Bodies that we have to create - that the Bodhisattva has to elaborate, to develop in Yesod - we stated, according to the Seven Days of Genesis, that Netzach, the Sephirah of the mind, is related with the fourth day of Genesis in which we have to create the Sun (our own individual Michael), which is of course related with the mind, the solar mind. We mentioned in the previous lecture how in the Book of Daniel, the three young men (Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego) were tested in the fire, in the burning fiery furnace of Nebuchadnezzar, and how they were not burned, but when Nebuchadnezzar saw the burning fiery furnace and the three young men within the fire, he said:

                              "Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O king. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God." – Daniel 3:24, 25.

                              So, here you find the same meaning – "the fourth is (the Solar Mind, Michael, who is) like the Son of God"- Nebuchadnezzar is referring, of course, to that particular Helios in the previous lecture related with Matthew. We stated that Helios is the Sun in Greek; from that Word comes the word Helium, which is one of the main Elements in the Sun, the Solar force. And that is why we stated that within that name Elijah is Helios, within which is hidden the Solar force that we have to manage in order to create the mind of the true Human Being.

                              So, in the English Bible the true human being is called "Man." We have to understand that when we pronounce the word "Man" we are not referring to the masculine sexual gender – we are referring to the "mind," because the word Man comes from the Sanskrit Manas, which means "mind." That is why in Sanskrit, when somebody has a Solar Mind - when somebody is a Son of God - we call them Manu; Manu is a Son of God, a Solar Man. So, the same word is used in English in order to describe a being who is a Man. But here we also have to emphasize the word "human," which, as you see, also has the word "man" at the end: "hu-man"; but it has another word that we always point out, which is the word h-u-m, hum, we pronounce it "hyoom", which is Sanskrit word related with the wind, with the Spirit.

                              In Hebrew, for instance, when you talk about the Spirit or the wind, we say Ruach. That is why in Genesis you find that word Ruach Elohim, which is translated as "the Spirit of God," but also in the Gospels you find Jesus talking about the wind and this is the Ruach that blows,

                               "The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the Sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit."  - John 3: 8

                              And they use, of course, the word Ruach in the Orient to describe "wind." The same is the word hum – wind or spirit. But when we unite hum with manas, we said "hum-man." We explained that the word "hum-man" means "the Spirit related with the Mind," or "the Mind under the guidance of the Spirit."

                              Precisely here we find the other word that we were describing in former lectures, which is Bodhichitta; we stated that chitta means "mind." But we have to understand that the mind that we are talking about here is not the mind that everybody has, that concrete mind with which we reason. Really, the chitta when united with the word bodhi, means "a mind that has wisdom." That is why in Pistis Sophia Unveiled an illuminated mind is described as "Wisdom of the Heart" – this is how the Master Samael Aun Weor transcribed the meaning of the word Bodhichitta – "Wisdom-Heart," because the chitta that we are talking about here is the Nous. In many lectures we explained that in the left ventricle of the heart we have that Atom of the abstract mind, which is called Nous; so, that is chitta. And of course, when that chitta is united with bodhi, then we have Bodhichitta, and remember that bodhi, which means "wisdom," is also explained in Kabbalah, is related with the Third Sephirah, Chokmah, that in Hebrew means also "wisdom."

                              So, this is the mystery of how Chokmah – Christ, which is an energy – transforms the individual; or, better said, creates or, generates the Auric embryo, the Bodhichitta.

                              So, the transfiguration or metamorphosis, according to the Gospels, is related with two great prophets which are always Kabbalistically related with the Sephirah Yesod, which is the Sephirah related with water. Remember that there are two personages that appear on each side on the transfiguration or metamorphosis of Jesus: one is Moses and the other Elijah. So, here we have to visualize and to comprehend who is Moses and who is Elijah.

                              Remember that previously we explained that the great prophets, especially Moses and Elijah, are Eons, or Aeons as how others say, which means vehicles of Christic Light, they are Cosmic Masters; in other words, they exist. We know that Moses is a great Aeon, great Master; Elijah and Jesus are other Aeons, other great Masters. And they represent in each one of us something that we have to develop. That is why each one of them brought into the world their own wisdom, their own mission, which is synthesized beautifully in the transfiguration or metamorphosis of the Bodhisattva, which is related with Hod and which happened not only to Jesus of Nazareth who had the honor of having the title of Christ because he represented the Christic process within all the prophets or Bodhisattvas. I repeat again, the Christic process of the Bodhisattva and the illumination or the enlightenment of the Bodhichitta is written in the Four Gospels and is represented in the life of Master Aberamentho that people call in this day and age Jesus Christ, who came two thousand years ago to represent the Path of the Bodhisattva in order to open the doors for everybody so that they can become enlightened.

                              So, here we are explaining how this enlightenment happens: Moses is precisely that Master who was the first prophet that appears according to the path in the Bible, and it is written in the Gospels that...

                              "...from the days of John the Baptist until now the Kingdom of Heaven suffer violence, and the violent take it by force. For all the prophets and the law prophesied until John. And if ye will receive it, this is Elias (Elijah), which was for to come; He that hath ears to hear let him hear." - Matthew 11:12-15

                              John bare witness of him, and cried, saying, this was he (the Solar Logos) of whom I spoke, He that cometh after me is preferred before me: for he was before me. And of his (solar) fullness have all we received, and grace for grace; for the law was given by Moses (through all the Apostles, through all the Prophets), but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ (the Solar Logos). - John 1:15-17 

                              But which is this law that we are talking about here, which was given by Moses and all prophets?

                              It is the law that we have to follow and which we have to discover by working in Yesod. Remember that Moses is born from the Waters. The name Moses, in Hebrew "Moshe," is written with three letters: Mem, Shin, and Hei – these make a kabbalistic name that means or that gives the wisdom of how we have to be born from mem which in Kabbalah means water, and from shin which in Kabbalah is fire, and hei which is the womb, and that womb is the ninth sphere from which the Master emerges.

                              Thus, Moses is willpower. This is why Moses works very hard in Egypt and also in Median by taking care of the flock, the sheep. When he attains the Fifth Initiation of Major Mysteries in Tiphereth, he gains the level of Human Being and goes up to the summit of the mountain and there he finds God.

                              The Mount of Sinai is a symbol of the higher dimensions. Everything that you find in the Bible or in the Old Testament about a mount or mountain is a symbol of the higher dimensions; and not only in the Bible, but also in many other sacred books. Of course, the prophets, the great Masters use the name of a mountain in order to explain esotericism. Even in Greece you find Mount Olympus, where it is stated there that the Gods live, but that Mount Olympus, of course, is not tridimensional; it is a symbol of the sixth dimension and in that Mount is precisely where Moses found the burning bush, which is the symbol of Holy Spirit, that aspect of the fire (God) within the matter.

                              When we were naming the three Genii of Fire, we named Michael, Samael, and Anael. Samael is the king of volcanoes and earthquakes and whose Essence is within that fire which is called magma, which is the Astral Light within the matter. And that is why when we talk about the Tree of Knowledge, the burning bush, we see precisely that fire within the bush, within the matter. That fire is Christ. Yet also, when we go up into the atmosphere, we find the Sun, the Solar energy, that is the lightning that emerges from the clouds when there is a storm. The lightning that we see in storms is the Solar light, electricity, the force in the atmosphere, which is also Christ and that comes from Michael (the Sun) into the Earth's atmosphere. Nevertheless, that Michael that is in the Earth's atmosphere has to be also in us as the Mental Solar Body that we have to create, which is the Manas, the Mind of the Hum-man (since, the fourth body is the Solar Mind, Michael, who is like the Son of God).

                              So, we have to understand here how these three Genii relate to us: the third is Anael, the prince of the Astral Light, which works through the heart. Alchemically within our physical body, amongst our three brains, Samael works in the magma of our own particular sexual force, which is that matter that encloses the Solar fire in our sexual glands, while Michael is precisely that light that shines in the Solar Man – that lightning which is that wisdom that comes from that Solar Man represented in Elias or Elijah. And Anael, who represents the positive Ray of Venus, is related with love, with the emotional superior center.

                              These three Genii represent the three aspects through which we invoke the fire in order for it to work in us and which are represented by Elias – the head or the Mind. This is why Elias is the messenger of the Sun, or the prophet of the Sun. And this is why the meaning of Eli-Jah is "My God is Jah"; that Jah is Kether, the Crown.

                              So, when you say, "My God is Jah," you are saying that you are a Hum-Man, that your Manas, your mind, which is Solar, is under the service of your own particular Jah, which is Hum, the Spirit, the Ruach. And this is precisely what Elias represents, or Elijah in the Old Testament, who is John the Baptist in the New Testament.

                              Moses represents the willpower that is being born from the sexual transformation; the waters of Genesis, or the waters of the Jordan, or the waters of the river Nile in Egypt, are always a reference to the sexual creative power, Yesod, from which Moses emerged. Moses was saved from the waters; he was taken from the waters. But Moses represents, of course, our own particular image, our own particular Buddhata that grows, that develops, under the guidance of willpower.

                              Willpower is related with the pineal gland. The pineal gland is related with the Chakra Sahasrara, which is called the Crown Chakra. And in Hebrew, the first Sephirah is called Kether, Crown. So, of course, the Monad, the Spirit, God, that which is our own Being, works through the pineal gland in order to control the waters in Yesod. That is why you find here in the column of the center of the Tree of Life, Kether from above working through Daath, which is knowledge, into Tiphereth, which is the Human Soul, whose seat is in his pineal gland as well. When we talk about the human soul, the seat of human soul is in the pineal gland. So, here you find how Kether or the Chakra Sahasrara works through the Tree of Knowledge, which is related with Yesod, the sexual force, through willpower which is Tiphereth. But that Tiphereth –Willpower that was born from the waters - is Moses. And it is Moses who liberates the Twelve Tribes of Israel – which is the psychological work that the Bodhisattva has to perform in order to create, to elaborate the Bodhichitta.

                              Remember that we stated in the previous lecture that the Bodhichitta is related with what in Greek is called To Soma Psuchikon, which is that body that emerges in Yesod. We have four ethers: the Ether of Life, the Chemical Ether, the Luminous Ether, and the Reflective Ether, which are the four ethers located in the Vital Body, the superior part of the physical body. When we enter into this knowledge we have to learn how to divide, how to separate those ethers, in order to create what the Greeks call To Soma Psuchikon. Psuchikon means "psyche, soul" and ikon means "image," icon, Psuchikon.

                              So, the icon is precisely the image, which in Hebrew is called Tzalem; that Tzalem or image, icon of God, is in Yesod. In other words, it is within the sexual glands. And here is precisely where we find the root of many misunderstandings, because it is obvious that physically we were created in the sexual act, which is Yesod. And they think that the `image of God' is physical because we emerged from Sex. But they ignore that indeed the `image of God' that the Bible talks about in Genesis 1:26 - "God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness" - is not the physical body.

                              It is through Daath, through the knowledge of Transmutation that such an image and likeness emerges, because the `Soma Psuchikon' that is Soul-Image is psychological – Psuchikon is two words, psyche and icon.

                              So, then you find that the `image of God' that we are talking about here is related with the two superior ethers, which are called the Luminous Ether and the Reflective Ether, and that is precisely what is being born in Yesod when we separate the inferior waters from the superior waters. And this is a process, a long process, because Moses is the one that appears there at the beginning. The river Nile where the princess of Egypt finds the baby Moses is precisely the sexual force. Taking Moses, saving Moses from the water means saving, taking that icon, that Tzalem, and developing it through initiation; which is a process that goes from Yesod upwards on the Tree, and this is what Moses represents. But this development of this Moses from the waters of Yesod is impossible without the guidance of Kether, the Crown, without the guidance of willpower.

                              "May thy will be one with mine," or "Make my will be one with thine," do you see? This is precisely the process of Bodhichitta, which is being elaborated with the two superior ethers. And that is why John the Baptist appears in the River Jordan – a river because it is related with water, which is always Yesod. So, John the Baptist represents the already-made man, that was made from willpower, that was made from the Law of Moses. And here is precisely what in the previous lecture the speaker was explaining about the Perfections (Paramitas), how we have to start developing them; we have to follow the Law, but we have to understand the Law, to comprehend the Law of Moses, which is the same law that we find in Buddhism yet by other names. Of course, the Law of Moses is related with the Ten Commandments given to the people to follow, Ten Commandments through which you have to develop the virtues, the elements in order for the Bodhichitta to appear in Yesod.

                              When we talk about Yesod or the Four Beasts or Cherubim of Ezekiel, Yesod (the waters) is always represented by the image of the head of a human being, because in Yesod is the image of God that we are talking about. The lion, which is Mark, is in relation with Hod (fire); the eagle is in relation with Netzach (air); the phase of the man in Yesod (water); and the bull with Malkuth (earth) – these are the Four Cherubim, the Four Holy Beasts that in Hebrew are called Chaioth-ha-Kadosh – the Holy Beasts which are holding Kether, which is precisely that Being that we have within and who commands and controls our own psyche.

                              So, in other words, we have to imitate Moses in order to perform the Law. Moses follows the guidance of God, the will of God, and it is precisely in the following direction: From Egypt, which is Malkuth, he goes into Yesod; and from Yesod into the Mount Sinai, which is Tiphereth and beyond, where he finds Daath, the burning bush; and Kether, which is the head of the Holy Tri-Unity, or Trimurti, or the first triangle of the Tree of Life appears through Daath.

                              And from Daath, Kether says to Moses, "I Am He who IS," or, in other words, Eheie Asher Eheie. "Go down back to Egypt, go down into the three-dimensional world, into Malkuth and liberate my people." This people are the people of Ish-Ra-el, which has many meanings:

                              • Is: Isis, the feminine force
                              • Ra: the solar force / God in Egypt
                              • El: is "God" in Hebrew

                              Or, as others say:

                              • Ish (fire) is the Iod, which is Kether working through Sarai (the princess Kundalini), Sa and Ra (Ida and Pingala), in order for El (God) to appear in the physical world: Israel.

                              There are twelve parts of Is-Ra-El, twelve parts that we have to pull from Klipoth. Remember that underneath Malkuth we have hell, the inferno, which in Kabbalah is called Klipoth. This is the inverted Tree of Life within which we find the soul bottled up within all of our Defects and vices. The Bodhichitta, the auric embryo, has to be born with all its Powers as Moses showed in the Book of Exodus. And of course, those powers emerge when he liberates all the parts of his being, which is called Israel. Moses performed all the marvels and miracles in front of the Pharaoh while he was dealing with his people. Little by little, he performs all those wonders in order to go into the wilderness, to the Promised Land.

                              The Promised Land is in Yesod. But in this case, in order to explain better, we have to emphasize that the Promised Land is the two superior ethers: the Luminous Ether and the Reflective Ether. Egypt is related with the lower ethers (the Chemical Ether and the Ether of Life). Remember that the Chemical Ether is related with metabolism of the physical body, which is Malkuth, and the Ether of Life is related with the sexual creative power in the physical body – so, those two ethers are inferior, related to Malkuth. The Promised Land is in Yesod, which is the other ethers above, but for that you have to separate the inferior ethers from the superior, or to separate the waters from the waters. And this is a task that can only be performed with willpower; in other words, that can only be performed with Moses.

                              That is why when that is performed with all of the Consciousness, when all of the essence is liberated by Moses, then you have Moses Sabaoth, Elohim Sabaoth or the Army of God precisely joined as a Bodhichitta. That is why Moses is called "the liberator." He has to free the consciousness; Moses is willpower. In other words, willpower is necessary not only in order to create the true man, but also in order to liberate the Essence (consciousness). That is why in Gnosticism we say, "Our motto is Thelema" – willpower, because without Thelema, without willpower, it is impossible to create the human being or to liberate the Essence.

                              Image That action, that willpower, is exercised in the sexual act. That is why the Law of Moses is represented with the two stone tablets of the Law; he appears with two stones; he says "This is the Law of God"; in other words, this is the Will of God. In symbolism, we see this: The law of our own particular Monad, our own particular God, has to be performed with two stone tablets – one is the man, and the other is the woman, united in the sexual act in order to perform the Ark of the Covenant: that is the secret of the Ark of the Covenant, or the Ark of Noah – the performance of the sexual act. But not like the animals, because a true Kabbalist, a true magician, true Master, extracts the Tzalem, the Icon of God, from his or her own sexual glands in order to elaborate with the two superior ethers: the Bodhichitta within.

                              So, this is the duty of Moses. In other words, we have to create, to generate our own particular individual Moses, and that is precisely it. This is why Moses is in relation with the Ninth Sphere, with the lower brain where we find the forces of Lucifer, which we explained is the fire within the matter, the Solar energy within the matter. In Greek Mythology, Lucifer is called Prometheus and is the one that steals the fire of the Sun, the Solar light, and places it in the Earth: gives it to men. Well, that fire is in the sexual organs and is called Lucifer in Latin, Prometheus in Greek and that is why Master Samael Aun Weor states that the wisdom of Moses, the doctrine of Moses is the doctrine of Lucifer, the Light-Bearer. So, by liberating this solar fire within we can create the true man: with willpower.

                              Remember that the 'chitta' – the mind that we are talking about here - is not the mind that everybody has: it is a mind that is abstract, that we have to create, we have to generate; the mind that we have right now is a bestial mind, which is in relation with the "Mark of the Beast." In other words, the protoplasmic mind that we have in this day and age that everybody uses is a mind that you find in the Animal kingdom, in the plant kingdom, in the mineral kingdom, in different levels of Evolution. But the mind that we are talking about creating is the superior mind.

                              In Theosophy, they talk about two minds: the inferior manas and the superior manas. The superior manas is precisely this Moses that we are talking about here. The Superior Manas is Tiphereth, the human soul, the willpower, that is being generated from Yesod in different levels. But the development, the illumination of the wisdom that we have to develop within, is elaborated within another prophet. Here is how we unite two beings in one – Elijah. Elijah is precisely that inferior manas – but not inferior in the sense like the mind that we have, but in the sense that it is below Moses – it is the other type of mind which is Netzach, which is called the Solar mind, and as we explained in the beginning it is represented by the Sun. On the fourth day God created the Sun, which is Michael, "He who is like God," which is that fourth body in the furnace of Nebuchadnezzar who says, "The fourth one is like the Son of God." It is that mind which is jealous, which wants to serve only the hum. It is Elijah, who says, "My God is Jah," a mind that is under the service of the Spirit. So, behold here two minds: Elijah and Moses. The two minds, but divine, superior and elaborated in the process of metamorphosis or transfiguration, or transformation, of permutation we will say, that only can occur when we work with the Bodhichitta.

                              It is stated that John the Baptist appears in the Jordan, which is Yesod, the River Jordan – the waters, and that he is the Reincarnation of Elijah the Prophet. Elijah is incarnated in the individual who is a true man. But that true man, that icon, that To Soma Psuchikon, is precisely John the Baptist.

                              "The law and the prophets were until John: since that time the kingdom of God is preached, and every man presseth into it. And it is easier for heaven and earth to pass, than one tittle of the law to fail." (Luke 16:16, 17)

                              This means that all of that development of Moses doing the whole work culminates in John the Baptist; in other words, until Elijah (IAO) shines in Yesod as John, which is a psychological process.

                              When you study Moses and Elijah in the bible, you find the way in which you have to do that development. Moses is the liberator and explains the process Kabbalistically through the Ten Commandments. But Elijah is that development of what we call that illumination, that enlightenment that emerges from within, it is that Buddha. Also, we recall here that in the Fourth Initiation of Major Mysteries, the Monad, the Spirit, receives the title of Buddha.

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                              That Buddha is Helios, the Sun that shines, is Elijah that works harder and harder against the Baalim. And here is precisely the reference in which we find how the inferior manas under the guidance of God has to work in the elaboration of that light within by working against that Baalim.

                              When you read the Old Testament, you find the story of Elijah.  Elijah is against Jezebel, "She who calls herself a prophetess," which is what the Book of Revelation says. And if you want to read about that, "She who calls herself a prophetess" is precisely in the Fourth Church in the Book of Revelation – Thyatira , which is in relation with the heart; and in which we find of course the procedures in order to develop that heart, that Sun that we are talking about here, which is that light. Do you realize that? Hod is light, it is the Astral Light; Christ is the Solar light; and Helios, Elias or Elijah, is the messenger, in other words, the Bodhichitta. The Bodhisattva has to grow within the psychological atmosphere of the Bodhichitta. In other words, Jesus of Nazareth, Jesus Christ, the Son of Man, has to grow within the psychological environment of Elijah, which is represented by any man who has worked with this metamorphosis, which is represented in John the Baptist; John the Baptist could be any initiate, any Buddha that reaches that level.

                              So then, who is Jezebel? In the Old Testament, Jezebel represents the Animal Mind. Jezebel represents this humanity, which in the Gospels is represented by another name. You see John the Baptist fighting against Herod, the King, who is married to Herodias, the same symbol. In other words, Herod represents that Jezebel, which is the animal mind, and Herodias represents humanity. The mind, the intellectual mind, the animal mind that we have, is married to humanity, to this kind of society or civilization, which is made by the intellectual, animal mind, and which is Jezebel "who called herself a prophetess." In the Gospels it is stated that in this day and age there will come false prophets – all those false prophets are related with that mind, which is Jezebel who "called herself a prophetess" but who is not. And of course, Jezebel worships Baal. In Hebrew, "Baal" means "Mister, Sir," but there is another word, which is "Adonai" and which means "Lord" - similar, right? Adonai is the sacred name of God in Malkuth, according to the Tree of Life, whereas Baal (which is always negative) is in relation with Klipoth, the lower Malkuth. So, Jezebel works and worships the Baalim. Who are the Baalim? They are those who worship with their intellectual mind, the Baal – the mechanicity of nature related with Klipoth.

                              So, there you find that the Baalim are related with the beast that the Book of Revelation talks about, the beast that emerges from the Abyss, from Klipoth; it has seven heads and ten horns. The seven heads are: Lust, Anger, Pride, Envy, greed, Laziness, Gluttony. That is the name of the beast, but it has ten horns, which means the Ten Inverted Sephiroth. So, that beast is the Ten Inverted Sephiroth in Klipoth. So, those ten horns or negative rays of Klipoth give strength to the beast of seven heads, which everybody carries within and which in the Book of Kings, related with Elijah, is synthesized in Jezebel. Jezebel, as stated there, has four hundred and fifty (450) Baalim or prophets of Baalim, which Elijah annihilates; it is stated that Elijah burns them or kills them in a mount. If you read the Book of Kings, Chapter XVIII, it is explained there with a lot of details - the battle between Elijah and the four hundred and fifty prophets of Baalim, which is a battle that we have to have within.  Four hundred and fifty (450) makes the addition of nine (9), which is Yesod. In other words, the way in which the mind works with the negative forces or Fornication, sexual degeneration, in other words – that is Baal.

                              ImageSo, Elijah is the Solar Mind. When the initiate reaches that level, when he has created the Astral Body, Mental Body, and Causal Body, and is already a complete human being (a Buddha), he has to fight against the Baalim – that is the first task. And that is why John the Baptist is decapitated, because the head represents precisely that Jezebel, or that Herod, that Herodias, or that Salome. Salome represents the knowledge of Good and Evil that we have to develop, but in a psychological process. So, you see here how Elijah is developed within. So, Elijah is the Solar mind that shines in the Fourth Day of Genesis and is only at service of Jah, the Inner God.

                              But of course, we have to be very jealous with our own particular individual inheritance. When we talk about Hod, we are talking here about our own particular individual inheritance. In the Tree of Life, in the World of Yetzirah, Hod is the world of the Beni-elohim. 'Beni-Elohim' means 'the Children of the Gods and Goddesses.' There are as many children on Earth as Elohim in Heaven. In other words, each one has his own particular individual Elohim, Monad, or Spirit, that Adonai that we are talking about here. But of course, each one of us has his own inheritance, his own light.

                              You have to comprehend, to understand, that each Master has a different light. It is enough to read the Koran in order to see the light of Mohammed, the wisdom of Mohammed. But if you are going to the Gospels, or into The Pistis Sophia, which is the Gnostic Bible, we see the wisdom of Master Aberamentho – it is another light. And when we read the books of the Master Samael Aun Weor, we see another light. When we read Bhagavad-Gita of Krishna, we see another light. You see the same wisdom, but shown with different lights; Buddhism, for instance, displays the wisdom of Buddha; or the Zend Avestha the wisdom of Zoroaster. Each Master develops a different light because we have a different inheritance, cosmic inheritance, from Christ.

                              Christ, as we stated, is the multiple perfect unity, the Astral Light. And this is why you see Jesus transfigured in Hod, in the Astral light, in the Mount, which is precisely the fifth dimension; the Astral Light shows his light. This Metamorphosis or transfiguration happens to all Masters; it means how the Master transfigures himself in accordance with the wisdom, the knowledge of his own inheritance.

                              In this physical world we were baptized with a certain name that our physical father or mother had the occurrence to say. 'Name this one Peter.' 'No, no, let us name him Joseph', or 'Richard', or any name. But anyhow, that name is just an accident of life, and surnames too. The real name that we have is in the Spirit. Each one of us has his own particular individual name, and that name encloses the wisdom of your own inheritance. That is why when you read the name Samael Aun Weor and if you understand the Esoteric meaning of it, then you really find the inheritance of the Master Samael Aun Weor. In Hebrew, 'Aun Weor' means 'strength and light'. You see how the Master has strength, has power and light in order to teach. And 'Samael' is 'the king of fire, volcanoes and earthquakes'; he is a very strong Master. So, in the meaning of the word, of the name of his own particular Being, is hidden the wisdom, and that is precisely what we have to understand. Each one of us has to develop that; this is our own particular solar inheritance.

                              This is why Master Samael always stated, "You have to follow your own Being," this is, to develop your own inheritance, your own wisdom in accordance with the level, the degree of your objective Reasoning, and that is precisely placed in Hod. You see, Hod is precisely the Astral Light and is precisely the place where we find the Eidolon, the Astral body that we have to create. And that Astral body is called our own particular individual Jesus Christ. That is why when we enter into the wisdom of the Son of God, the Beni-Elohim in Hod is the wisdom of Jesus Christ, the wisdom of the fire, and in Hod is where you find it.

                              John the Baptist is the true Human Being who is baptizing with water, which his Daath, the knowledge that we are given here. Because this is Elijah - John the Baptist is Elijah preaching, showing the wisdom of his own Inner God. He baptizes with water: but there stands one among you, whom you know not, He is that Fire and Light that is going to develop that particular wisdom within yourselves and that is your own particular Hod, your Astral Jesus Christ that is being born from the waters and that in the Transfiguration is the Son of Man.

                              Are you following me? I hope you do, because we are entering into the wisdom of the Gospels.

                              The Gospels are related with The Path of the Bodhisattva, the development of that within. And that is why in the Third Initiation of Major Mysteries is the first time when you receive the name of your own particular individual God, thus when you receive that initiation you receive the name, the real name, the true name that you have had since the beginning of creation, since the beginning of Eternity. That is your name. And that is why we said that Master Aberamentho is the sacred name of the Master Jesus, who people call Jesus of Nazareth, or Jeshua Ben Pandira, or Joshua Ben Pander, but that name is in accordance with the time, in accordance to the scriptures. But his real name is Aberamentho. So, each one of us has a sacred name in Hod, and that name is the word, the Astral Force that attracts that particular inheritance from the Cosmic Christ. Christ is not an individual, it is universal force, it is an energy that descends, develops, unfolds in different dimensions and shines in Hod, the Astral Light, and coagulates in the physical body as the sexual matter and shines in the head as the Solar mind.

                              This is why when we talk about the Angel Anael, the prince of the Astral Light, we comprehend the Master Samael's doctrine that states that in order to develop the Son of Man inside of us, in order to develop that Son of God, that Christ within, we have to do it through the Venustic Initiations, Venus. The Venustic Initiations are related with the development of that Christ, that love in the heart which is Nous. Because that Nous (which is in the left ventricle of the heart) controls the ascending fire from the waters of Yesod, or in other words, we will state, Moses which is willpower is alchemically controlled or receives the guidance of the Monad through the atom Nous in the heart.

                              The Atom Nous in the heart is precisely what we always have to follow because through the atom Nous willpower exercises dominion over the physical body. And of course, it is through Nous, through the heart, through which Elias also receives commands and guidance in the psychological work.

                              This is why the work of the heart is Meditation. Only through meditation do we get in contact with our own particular individual Son of God. Because in Hod is where we find the Beni-Elohim. This Son of God is Nous that is developing through initiation.

                              Thus, when the Son of Man reaches Hod, then the transfiguration of that particular Astral body happens, this is the transfiguration of that Monad within the Astral body. And of course, that Nous that is being developed there is the authentic Bodhisattva; remember that 'Sattva' is in relation with knowledge, and 'bodhi' is Chokmah (wisdom), it is the Son of God. That is why in many Kabalistic books written by Initiates, illuminated Masters, they name the atom Nous "the Son of God." Understand that the atom Nous is in relation with the Solar Astral Body, which becomes completely transfigured when understanding the Law of his own particular individual God, and when teaching that Law to the people with a lot of jealousy.

                              So, you find that precisely among the great Masters like the master Samael Aun Weor. He says, 'I am just teaching here the wisdom of my God.' But he is utilizing his own particular Elias, his own illuminated mind, because he is a Buddha, an Enlightened One. And he is utilizing his willpower, action, in order to do it. That is Moses and Elijah. Do you understand this? You have to generate, create, your own particular Moses, your own particular Elias inside, and to place them under the service of your heart, which is the atom Nous, the Son of God.

                              And this is why when Jesus is going to pass through that initiation, when he is going to be transfigured, which means that all of that wisdom is going to appear in front of him; he takes three disciples, he does not take two nor one, but three, because each one represents something within that we have to develop. He takes Peter; we explained in another lecture that Peter the Apostle is related with the pineal gland. Peter is willpower, is that willpower that we developed and to whom the Atom Nous gives the keys of the Kingdom of Heaven. Whatever you do, open or close, will be open or will close in Heaven. Heaven, of course, is our head and Peter is here in the pineal gland. And Peter, the pineal gland, through the hormones, controls the sexual hormones in Yesod. And that is why you see here that without Peter nobody can go through the transfiguration. Peter of course in this case is in relation with Moses, which is willpower within the human soul, Tiphereth.

                              But we have another disciple who is called John, the youngest of all the Apostles. And in another lecture we explained that John is related with the thymus gland. The thymus gland is behind the heart. That is why John is always represented resting his head on the heart of Jesus. Understand that the head, the brain, the intellectual brain is the physical vehicle of the mind, of that Manas. John represents the essence, the Buddhata, which is ruled by the Moon because the thymus gland is ruled by the Moon. And the Moon is related with Yesod. So, then you find that John is precisely that Buddhata, the essence that is being developed. That is why it is also called John, the Word, united with Jesus. And this is why when Jesus is on the cross:

                              "Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home. - John 19: 26,27

                              This is the mystery of the transformation of that thymus gland with the heart because Jesus is the atom Nous in the heart while John is in the thymus gland. The transfiguration is related with the Bodhichitta, which in this case is John, the Buddhata.

                              Remember that in the transfiguration appears Elias, but that Elias is the Spirit of John the Baptist, because the Spirit of Elias was reincarnated within John the Baptist. So, Elias appears after the decapitation of John. Because if you read the Gospel, you will find how John the Baptist was imprisoned and decapitated. He dies. In other words, the mundane, terrestrial man is already psychologically dead. We have to understand that when we talk about death, we are talking about psychological death – the psychological process inside the initiation. So then Elias appears there because the physical entity that was John the Baptist who deal with Herod, with Herodias, with Salome and all of that, is already dead, but his spirit Elias is there, meaning that the transformation of the Buddhata has already happened and has transfigured into Bodhichitta. John, the Essence, gave unto his own individual particular God – that level, that wisdom. And this is why Jesus appears after that transfiguration, and teaches about the Law of Moses with a lot of zealous (that is Elias or Elijah) in relation with his inner God, his Inner Being, his Inner Father.

                              The other disciple that is taken to the Mount with John and Peter is Jacobo (James), which is John's brother. James, as we explained, is in relation with the pancreas - this area of stomach, close to the heart, where we have all our negative animalistic, appetites that we have to overcome. If you read the Epistle, the letter of James, you will find there how James pronounces himself against the negative things of the heart and the tongue. And Jesus explains in the Gospel that: "for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks." (Matthew 12:34) These are the negative emotions that we have to overcome in order to elaborate that particular individual heart-wisdom, the Bodhichitta inside.

                              You see, James states that the tongue always expresses negative emotions. We have many negative emotions that we have to eradicate, i.e. Fear is one of those emotions.

                              That is why when Master Jesus "entered into a ship (symbol of the soul), his disciples followed him. And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the (emotional) sea, insomuch that the ship (the consciousness) was covered with the (emotional) waves: but he was asleep (not active). And his disciples (through the esoteric alchemical work) came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish. And he said unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little Faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds (thoughts of the mind) and the (emotional) sea; and there was a great calm." - Matthew 8: 23-26

                              Yet, unfortunately, we are always afraid and we express a lot of fear in this area of the stomach where we have a lot of negative emotions: fear, jealousy, Self-esteem, anger, and those emotions that turn us into negative individuals and through which we waste a lot of energy.

                              So, when we overcome that, we have transfigured our inferior emotions into superior emotions. You see in other words, the transfiguration is related with that metamorphosis because Hod is in relation with the heart, superior emotions. But in order to transfigure, we have to acquire the inheritance of our own particular God in the Astral body (in our own particular Astral body that we have to create), we have to overcome negative emotions. If we do not conquer our own particular individual negative emotions, we will not create the Astral body, which is our own particular individual Jesus Christ, our own particular individual Messiah, the Son of God, the Son of Man, that has to come to appease us with fire.

                              That is why in the gospel of Luke when Jesus appears, he comes from Yesod after defeating Satan and his temptations. While the Gospel of Mark says: "He was with wild beasts and the Angels were serving him."  The Angels of Hod are the Beni-Elohim that serve him in order to develop. But after that he goes and starts collecting his disciples in the Sea of Galilee and teaching us that in order to be disciples of Christ we have to be a fisherman.

                              What is to be a fisherman? Kabbalistically, we already know that the Fish symbolizes Nun. And that Nun is precisely that Seed within which the Image of God is inside. That Nun is the sperm in the man and the ovum in the woman. When we extract that fire, that Icon, that Tzalem, that image of God, we become fishermen. It is not like people think, that the first disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ were fishing in the Sea of Galilee. It might be, because we like to fish too, but that they were fishermen does not mean literally that they were fishermen. It means that they were working with the waters because, in order for you to be fisherman, you go into the waters, into a boat; you cannot fish in the land. You need water, and that water is Yesod – the Sea of Galilee, the River Jordan, the River Nile, and any type of water.

                              Thus Jesus said in Mark 1: 17: "Come ye after me, and I will make you to become fishers of men."

                              In other words, Jesus said: "Well, now that you are already conquering Yesod because you are fishermen, since you are fishing from your own sexual waters, now I want you to become fisher of men, in other words, fisher of Manas or Chitta, Bodhichitta. This is why he finds Peter, which is in the pineal gland, and he finds Peter's brother, who is Andrew, related with the suprarenal glands; both (pineal and suprarenal) are related with the sexual energy, the waters or energy because the kidneys control the waters of sex and the pineal gland as well. Thereafter, he finds John, which is the thymus gland in relation to what we already explained, that is, the Moon rules Yesod and this is how John, that Buddhatta, develops inside of us, the psyche.

                              This is precisely the importance of knowing about Daath (sexual Alchemy) in order to transfigure ourselves in that Mount and to receive that wisdom. Because this is precisely what we want – we want to understand the wisdom of God. We want to understand the knowledge of God, but we have to comprehend that within the Astral body is the Solar Mind (who is like God), who is Elias shining, and that Elias is the one that comprehends the language of God. You have to generate; you have to create that within. Otherwise, you fall into the sad mistake of following your own particular Jezebel, a mind that reads the Gospels literally and interprets them literally; and, that Jezebel is within the head of many millions of people and calls herself a prophetess. Nevertheless she does not understand Kabbalah, because in order to understand the wisdom of God, you have to be a Kabbalist. You have to develop your own Elijah. Your own mind has to be under service of God. And, in order to do that, you have to follow the Law of God, which is your own individual Moses, meaning that you have to use your willpower in order to create within your own Elijah. And when that is created, then you transfigure in the Third Initiation of the Major Mysteries of the Light, which is the Path of the Bodhisattva.

                              This is how these two minds - the superior mind (Moses, Tiphereth), and the inferior mind (Elijas, Netzach) - are in each side of Jesus, which is Nous, that divine mind that controls both. That is why when they come down from the transfiguration, Peter says: 

                              "Master, it is good for us to be here: and let us make three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias. For he wist not what to say; for they were sore afraid. And there was a cloud that overshadowed them: and a voice came out of the cloud, saying, this is my beloved Son: hear him!" Mark 9: 5-7.

                              This is precisely what we have to do: our own particular mind, our own particular willpower has to follow always the fires of the heart, from the beginning until the end. This is what Kether says, you see? Kether says that through the cloud, which is the Mystery because the cloud symbolizes always the Mystery: 'This is my beloved son in the heart, the left ventricle of the heart; listen to him!' Then, you will not be misguided because that is Intuition – the Voice of God. And if Elias is following that, and if Moses is following that, you have to do it, too. And when you create those elements within you, it has to be always through the heart. That is precisely the initiation. The initiation is through the heart because the fires of the heart control the fires of Moses and the fires of Elijas, which is the mind and the sexual force.

                              Here you understand why we always make emphasis of Chastity, because without chastity, without the scientific chastity, we cannot generate anything. Remember that chastity is not sexual abstinence, but the way in which we put in activity the Sexual Energy through Pranayama, or through the Sahaja

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                                whitelunarworldbridger <whitelunarworldbridger@...> wrote:
                                --- In anthroposophy@ yahoogroups. com, Gloria <gloriabjork@ ...> wrote:
                                >
                                > And, who is Bradford?

                                Actually its not a dumb question at all !
                                I thought he was a computer programme once. Then I saw him in
                                heaven, which was such a surprise, I knew everybody else what was he
                                doing here. I assumed it was to reassure me he wasn't a computer
                                programme after all and I could trust him.

                                Another time I was convinced that he wasn't resident on this planet
                                at all! I was very tempted to write to the group and ask if anyone
                                could verify that Bradford did indeed live on earth.

                                >
                                > holderlin66 <holderlin66@ ...>
                                wrote:
                                > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                30-35 years"
                                >
                                > Bradford comments;
                                > Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
                                has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we grasp
                                about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would Christ
                                coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean donkey
                                obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a life span
                                of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate? You imagine
                                that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines and forces
                                together with every step of his three year sojourn? OOpppps,
                                Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age, to carry the
                                burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic field of the
                                Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new etheric forces of
                                the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought, Warmth, Light, Soun,
                                Word and neither is the donkey going to live a much longer life span
                                than the preparation and intense work drawn by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so
                                that such mighty faculties could be at the
                                > disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
                                > Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of
                                sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian literalism
                                that cannot follow these striking thoughts. Striking thought that
                                we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra incarnation. Goodbye
                                fundmentalistic literalism, which when presented with such thoughts,
                                shrivel like slugs with salt. Their cognitive beings collapse in a
                                gooy pool of useless brain starved matter. Oh and then bringing the
                                idea that the Sun the mighty etheric extract of the Physical Sun,
                                took His Leave and was walking in a great prepared ground, of a ring
                                of Olive Oil like groves around a floating watery sea, like the
                                brain in us that sits in spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun
                                Being was sheltered and focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the
                                Etheric Christ message to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves.
                                Of course today there still are stubborn Western donkeys not as
                                sweet as mediterranean donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick
                                > headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
                                > And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the
                                density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite, where
                                the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the souls,
                                karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy into
                                etheric forces. We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture pass
                                out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood. We
                                have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find
                                exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the link
                                between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter. Anthros
                                should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills, because
                                most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism gurgles in
                                the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands and hearts
                                into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered both Science
                                and Religion. I have called it the Steiner/Einstein bridge....
                                Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age and
                                > divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the
                                depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a
                                fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to
                                need Physics and Light as a study. Steiner would have shaped his
                                studies at a university out of Munich differently. .. But today's
                                Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these
                                things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge into
                                Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain. Clueless, clueless is what the
                                newbie is as to the reality of all that we could understand of the
                                incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
                                > "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the
                                friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are very
                                tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday life
                                than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love their
                                owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges and
                                brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay attention
                                to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent and docile
                                and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best pets. Jacks
                                enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of the females.
                                > "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is
                                considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An
                                average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller
                                the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things
                                that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and
                                one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white,
                                sorrel, "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various
                                shades of gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common
                                color of these donkeys.
                                > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
                                > When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young
                                donkey, like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask
                                permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right. They
                                just began to untie her.
                                >
                                > http://www.joyfulhe art.com/easter/ palm-sunday. htm
                                > "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet
                                in those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the
                                road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been
                                raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
                                > I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
                                > Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do
                                you think you're doing?" he yelled.
                                > They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three
                                inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a
                                question!" he shouted into the man's face.
                                > "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
                                > "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs
                                it."
                                > My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in
                                welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher
                                is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for
                                hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right now."
                                > Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one
                                better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The
                                other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit
                                frisky, I'd wager."
                                > "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the
                                response. "I don't know why."
                                > Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He
                                untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I
                                told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my
                                pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
                                > "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll
                                bring her back myself."
                                > I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
                                > "What is it, boy?"
                                > "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be
                                any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
                                > "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
                                > "Please, Dad...."
                                > "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an
                                eye on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
                                > "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure
                                I'll remember for the rest of my life.
                                > Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a
                                whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer
                                went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the
                                lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his
                                leg over.
                                > As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front
                                hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't
                                patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down
                                immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow,
                                she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
                                > "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I answered.
                                > "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine
                                man, your father."
                                > But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier
                                and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the
                                road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I
                                was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of people.
                                Boy, was I proud!
                                > We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims
                                would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or
                                camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
                                > Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy
                                from Zechariah,
                                > "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
                                > Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
                                > See, your king comes to you,
                                > righteous and having salvation,
                                > gentle and riding on a donkey,
                                > on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1 At the words "rejoicing"
                                and "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the
                                word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the
                                rest of this strange procession:
                                > "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
                                > "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
                                > "Son of David!"
                                > Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a
                                pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the
                                holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
                                > "O Lord, Hosanna!
                                > O Lord, save us!
                                > O Lord, grant us success!" Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O
                                Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as
                                they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their
                                fathers before them:
                                > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
                                > From the house of the Lord we bless you.
                                > The Lord is God,
                                > and he has made his light shine upon us.
                                > With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
                                > up to the horns of the altar."2 The road climbed a slight rise,
                                and suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its
                                beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple
                                glimmering in the distance.
                                > All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he
                                taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious
                                to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in
                                the center of this jubilant multitude.
                                > The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more.
                                Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the
                                branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on
                                the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride
                                on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
                                > "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
                                > "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
                                > "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
                                > "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
                                > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
                                > The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus'
                                name shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four
                                whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the
                                miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and Jerusalem
                                and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
                                > "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
                                > "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
                                > "Hosanna! Son of David!"
                                > "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
                                > The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and
                                spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep
                                slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron
                                Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds
                                were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and
                                shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too,
                                began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to
                                meet our procession.
                                > Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but
                                mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering
                                on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled to
                                Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
                                > "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent,
                                the very stones would cry out."
                                > They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one
                                another, "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after
                                him." But the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left
                                far behind.
                                > Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us
                                so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me to
                                wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a pause
                                and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
                                > As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and
                                bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was
                                crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I
                                thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was
                                speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly,
                                personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a
                                rebellious child:
                                > "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring
                                you peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come
                                upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and
                                encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the
                                ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave
                                one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of
                                God's coming to you."3 I didn't understand it then. None of us did.
                                But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the city,
                                pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
                                > But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that
                                buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
                                > We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed
                                around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to
                                make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook to
                                the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy with
                                shouts of jubilation and cheers.
                                > "Son of David!"
                                > "Hosanna!"
                                > The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city
                                walls and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on
                                the other side.
                                > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
                                > "Hosanna!"
                                > "Save us!"
                                > We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held
                                still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
                                > Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now
                                moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved.
                                Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back. He
                                just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you,
                                Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
                                > Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
                                > I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was
                                mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to
                                Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for my
                                family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after step, as
                                I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and ended as a
                                kind of prayer.
                                > "Hosanna! Son of David.
                                > Hosanna! Son of David.
                                > Hosanna! Save us!
                                > Save us, indeed.
                                > Save us from our sins!
                                > Save us from our sins!
                                > Amen."
                                >
                                >
                                >
                                >
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                                but, he is boring... ... I am moving soon. Sunday, so I have to pack my belongings and organise my computer files I haven t got a lot of time. But I might just
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                                  but, he is boring...


                                  whitelunarworldbridger <whitelunarworldbridger@...> wrote:
                                  --- In anthroposophy@ yahoogroups. com, Gloria <gloriabjork@ ...> wrote:
                                  >
                                  > And, who is Bradford?

                                  I am moving soon. Sunday, so I have to pack my belongings and
                                  organise my computer files I haven't got a lot of time. But I might
                                  just write about the Leela I had with "him" he started by playing
                                  Krshna and then threw out the little blue clay statue over the
                                  balcony and switched to Ahriman. It could be an interesting story
                                  if I get it right.

                                  Thats the difficult part, these tales don't transfer well down to 3d.

                                  Have to try 4d then :)

                                  >
                                  > holderlin66 <holderlin66@ ...>
                                  wrote:
                                  > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                  30-35 years"
                                  >
                                  > Bradford comments;
                                  > Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
                                  has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we grasp
                                  about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would Christ
                                  coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean donkey
                                  obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a life span
                                  of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate? You imagine
                                  that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines and forces
                                  together with every step of his three year sojourn? OOpppps,
                                  Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age, to carry the
                                  burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic field of the
                                  Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new etheric forces of
                                  the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought, Warmth, Light, Soun,
                                  Word and neither is the donkey going to live a much longer life span
                                  than the preparation and intense work drawn by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so
                                  that such mighty faculties could be at the
                                  > disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
                                  > Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of
                                  sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian literalism
                                  that cannot follow these striking thoughts. Striking thought that
                                  we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra incarnation. Goodbye
                                  fundmentalistic literalism, which when presented with such thoughts,
                                  shrivel like slugs with salt. Their cognitive beings collapse in a
                                  gooy pool of useless brain starved matter. Oh and then bringing the
                                  idea that the Sun the mighty etheric extract of the Physical Sun,
                                  took His Leave and was walking in a great prepared ground, of a ring
                                  of Olive Oil like groves around a floating watery sea, like the
                                  brain in us that sits in spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun
                                  Being was sheltered and focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the
                                  Etheric Christ message to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves.
                                  Of course today there still are stubborn Western donkeys not as
                                  sweet as mediterranean donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick
                                  > headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
                                  > And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the
                                  density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite, where
                                  the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the souls,
                                  karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy into
                                  etheric forces. We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture pass
                                  out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood. We
                                  have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find
                                  exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the link
                                  between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter. Anthros
                                  should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills, because
                                  most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism gurgles in
                                  the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands and hearts
                                  into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered both Science
                                  and Religion. I have called it the Steiner/Einstein bridge....
                                  Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age and
                                  > divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the
                                  depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a
                                  fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to
                                  need Physics and Light as a study. Steiner would have shaped his
                                  studies at a university out of Munich differently. .. But today's
                                  Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these
                                  things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge into
                                  Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain. Clueless, clueless is what the
                                  newbie is as to the reality of all that we could understand of the
                                  incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
                                  > "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the
                                  friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are very
                                  tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday life
                                  than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love their
                                  owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges and
                                  brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay attention
                                  to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent and docile
                                  and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best pets. Jacks
                                  enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of the females.
                                  > "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is
                                  considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An
                                  average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller
                                  the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things
                                  that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and
                                  one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white,
                                  sorrel, "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various
                                  shades of gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common
                                  color of these donkeys.
                                  > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                  30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
                                  > When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young
                                  donkey, like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask
                                  permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right. They
                                  just began to untie her.
                                  >
                                  > http://www.joyfulhe art.com/easter/ palm-sunday. htm
                                  > "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet
                                  in those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the
                                  road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been
                                  raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
                                  > I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
                                  > Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do
                                  you think you're doing?" he yelled.
                                  > They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three
                                  inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a
                                  question!" he shouted into the man's face.
                                  > "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
                                  > "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs
                                  it."
                                  > My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in
                                  welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher
                                  is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for
                                  hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right now."
                                  > Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one
                                  better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The
                                  other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit
                                  frisky, I'd wager."
                                  > "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the
                                  response. "I don't know why."
                                  > Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He
                                  untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I
                                  told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my
                                  pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
                                  > "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll
                                  bring her back myself."
                                  > I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
                                  > "What is it, boy?"
                                  > "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be
                                  any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
                                  > "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
                                  > "Please, Dad...."
                                  > "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an
                                  eye on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
                                  > "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure
                                  I'll remember for the rest of my life.
                                  > Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a
                                  whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer
                                  went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the
                                  lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his
                                  leg over.
                                  > As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front
                                  hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't
                                  patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down
                                  immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow,
                                  she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
                                  > "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I answered.
                                  > "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine
                                  man, your father."
                                  > But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier
                                  and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the
                                  road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I
                                  was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of people.
                                  Boy, was I proud!
                                  > We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims
                                  would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or
                                  camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
                                  > Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy
                                  from Zechariah,
                                  > "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
                                  > Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
                                  > See, your king comes to you,
                                  > righteous and having salvation,
                                  > gentle and riding on a donkey,
                                  > on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1 At the words "rejoicing"
                                  and "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the
                                  word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the
                                  rest of this strange procession:
                                  > "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
                                  > "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
                                  > "Son of David!"
                                  > Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a
                                  pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the
                                  holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
                                  > "O Lord, Hosanna!
                                  > O Lord, save us!
                                  > O Lord, grant us success!" Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O
                                  Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as
                                  they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their
                                  fathers before them:
                                  > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
                                  > From the house of the Lord we bless you.
                                  > The Lord is God,
                                  > and he has made his light shine upon us.
                                  > With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
                                  > up to the horns of the altar."2 The road climbed a slight rise,
                                  and suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its
                                  beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple
                                  glimmering in the distance.
                                  > All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he
                                  taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious
                                  to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in
                                  the center of this jubilant multitude.
                                  > The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more.
                                  Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the
                                  branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on
                                  the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride
                                  on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
                                  > "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
                                  > "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
                                  > "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
                                  > "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
                                  > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
                                  > The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus'
                                  name shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four
                                  whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the
                                  miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and Jerusalem
                                  and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
                                  > "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
                                  > "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
                                  > "Hosanna! Son of David!"
                                  > "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
                                  > The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and
                                  spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep
                                  slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron
                                  Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds
                                  were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and
                                  shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too,
                                  began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to
                                  meet our procession.
                                  > Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but
                                  mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering
                                  on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled to
                                  Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
                                  > "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent,
                                  the very stones would cry out."
                                  > They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one
                                  another, "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after
                                  him." But the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left
                                  far behind.
                                  > Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us
                                  so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me to
                                  wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a pause
                                  and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
                                  > As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and
                                  bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was
                                  crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I
                                  thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was
                                  speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly,
                                  personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a
                                  rebellious child:
                                  > "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring
                                  you peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come
                                  upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and
                                  encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the
                                  ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave
                                  one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of
                                  God's coming to you."3 I didn't understand it then. None of us did.
                                  But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the city,
                                  pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
                                  > But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that
                                  buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
                                  > We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed
                                  around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to
                                  make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook to
                                  the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy with
                                  shouts of jubilation and cheers.
                                  > "Son of David!"
                                  > "Hosanna!"
                                  > The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city
                                  walls and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on
                                  the other side.
                                  > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
                                  > "Hosanna!"
                                  > "Save us!"
                                  > We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held
                                  still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
                                  > Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now
                                  moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved.
                                  Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back. He
                                  just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you,
                                  Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
                                  > Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
                                  > I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was
                                  mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to
                                  Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for my
                                  family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after step, as
                                  I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and ended as a
                                  kind of prayer.
                                  > "Hosanna! Son of David.
                                  > Hosanna! Son of David.
                                  > Hosanna! Save us!
                                  > Save us, indeed.
                                  > Save us from our sins!
                                  > Save us from our sins!
                                  > Amen."
                                  >
                                  >
                                  >
                                  >
                                  >
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                                  you sound loonie-toonie... ... What kind of dumb question is that. Who is anyone? According to anthroposophical philosophy Bradford would be the thinking
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                                    you sound loonie-toonie...

                                    blue_star_in@... wrote:
                                    Quoting Gloria <gloriabjork@ yahoo.com>:

                                    > And, who is Bradford?

                                    What kind of dumb question is that. Who is anyone?

                                    According to anthroposophical philosophy "Bradford" would be the "thinking" stream of this entity.
                                    "Holderlin" would be the "feeling"
                                    and "Manu" would be the "willing" stream.

                                    and who is Manu
                                    Manu was the legendary first man, the Adam of the Hindus.

                                    "He, desiring to produce beings of many kinds from his own body, first with a thought created the waters, and placed his seed in them.

                                    That (seed) became a golden egg, in brilliancy equal to the sun. in that (egg) he himself was born as Brahman, the progenitor of the whole world...

                                    > holderlin66 <holderlin66@ hotmail.com> wrote:
                                    >
                                    > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                    > 30-35 years"
                                    >
                                    > Bradford comments;
                                    > Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
                                    > has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we
                                    > grasp about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would
                                    > Christ coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean
                                    > donkey obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a
                                    > life span of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate? You
                                    > imagine that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines
                                    > and forces together with every step of his three year sojourn?
                                    > OOpppps, Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age,
                                    > to carry the burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic
                                    > field of the Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new
                                    > etheric forces of the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought,
                                    > Warmth, Light, Soun, Word and neither is the donkey going to live a
                                    > much longer life span than the preparation and intense work drawn
                                    > by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so that such mighty faculties could be at
                                    > the
                                    > disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
                                    > Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of
                                    > sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian
                                    > literalism that cannot follow these striking thoughts. Striking
                                    > thought that we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra
                                    > incarnation. Goodbye fundmentalistic literalism, which when
                                    > presented with such thoughts, shrivel like slugs with salt. Their
                                    > cognitive beings collapse in a gooy pool of useless brain starved
                                    > matter. Oh and then bringing the idea that the Sun the mighty
                                    > etheric extract of the Physical Sun, took His Leave and was walking
                                    > in a great prepared ground, of a ring of Olive Oil like groves
                                    > around a floating watery sea, like the brain in us that sits in
                                    > spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun Being was sheltered and
                                    > focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the Etheric Christ message
                                    > to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves. Of course today there
                                    > still are stubborn Western donkeys not as sweet as mediterranean
                                    > donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick
                                    > headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
                                    > And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the
                                    > density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite,
                                    > where the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the
                                    > souls, karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy
                                    > into etheric forces. We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture
                                    > pass out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood.
                                    > We have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find
                                    > exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the
                                    > link between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter.
                                    > Anthros should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills,
                                    > because most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism
                                    > gurgles in the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands
                                    > and hearts into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered
                                    > both Science and Religion. I have called it the Steiner/Einstein
                                    > bridge.... Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age
                                    > and
                                    > divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the
                                    > depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a
                                    > fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to
                                    > need Physics and Light as a study. Steiner would have shaped his
                                    > studies at a university out of Munich differently. .. But today's
                                    > Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these
                                    > things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge
                                    > into Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain. Clueless, clueless is
                                    > what the newbie is as to the reality of all that we could
                                    > understand of the incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
                                    > "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the
                                    > friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are
                                    > very tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday
                                    > life than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love
                                    > their owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges
                                    > and brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay
                                    > attention to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent
                                    > and docile and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best
                                    > pets. Jacks enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of
                                    > the females.
                                    > "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is
                                    > considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An
                                    > average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller
                                    > the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things
                                    > that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and
                                    > one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white, sorrel,
                                    > "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various shades of
                                    > gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common color of
                                    > these donkeys.
                                    > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                    > 30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
                                    > When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young donkey,
                                    > like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask
                                    > permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right.
                                    > They just began to untie her.
                                    >
                                    > http://www.joyfulhe art.com/easter/ palm-sunday. htm
                                    > "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet in
                                    > those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the
                                    > road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been
                                    > raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
                                    > I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
                                    > Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do you
                                    > think you're doing?" he yelled.
                                    > They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three
                                    > inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a
                                    > question!" he shouted into the man's face.
                                    > "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
                                    > "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs
                                    > it."
                                    > My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in
                                    > welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher
                                    > is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for
                                    > hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right
                                    > now."
                                    > Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one
                                    > better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The
                                    > other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit
                                    > frisky, I'd wager."
                                    > "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the response.
                                    > "I don't know why."
                                    > Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He
                                    > untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I
                                    > told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my
                                    > pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
                                    > "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll
                                    > bring her back myself."
                                    > I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
                                    > "What is it, boy?"
                                    > "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be
                                    > any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
                                    > "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
                                    > "Please, Dad...."
                                    > "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an eye
                                    > on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
                                    > "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure
                                    > I'll remember for the rest of my life.
                                    > Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a
                                    > whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer
                                    > went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the
                                    > lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his
                                    > leg over.
                                    > As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front
                                    > hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't
                                    > patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down
                                    > immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow,
                                    > she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
                                    > "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I
                                    > answered.
                                    > "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine
                                    > man, your father."
                                    > But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier
                                    > and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the
                                    > road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I
                                    > was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of
                                    > people. Boy, was I proud!
                                    > We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims
                                    > would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or
                                    > camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
                                    > Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy
                                    > from Zechariah,
                                    > "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
                                    > Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
                                    > See, your king comes to you,
                                    > righteous and having salvation,
                                    > gentle and riding on a donkey,
                                    > on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1 At the words "rejoicing" and
                                    > "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the
                                    > word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the
                                    > rest of this strange procession:
                                    > "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
                                    > "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
                                    > "Son of David!"
                                    > Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a
                                    > pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the
                                    > holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
                                    > "O Lord, Hosanna!
                                    > O Lord, save us!
                                    > O Lord, grant us success!" Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O
                                    > Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as
                                    > they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their
                                    > fathers before them:
                                    > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
                                    > From the house of the Lord we bless you.
                                    > The Lord is God,
                                    > and he has made his light shine upon us.
                                    > With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
                                    > up to the horns of the altar."2 The road climbed a slight rise, and
                                    > suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its
                                    > beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple
                                    > glimmering in the distance.
                                    > All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he
                                    > taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious
                                    > to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in
                                    > the center of this jubilant multitude.
                                    > The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more.
                                    > Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the
                                    > branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on
                                    > the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride
                                    > on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
                                    > "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
                                    > "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
                                    > "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
                                    > "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
                                    > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
                                    > The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus' name
                                    > shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four
                                    > whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the
                                    > miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and
                                    > Jerusalem and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
                                    > "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
                                    > "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
                                    > "Hosanna! Son of David!"
                                    > "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
                                    > The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and
                                    > spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep
                                    > slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron
                                    > Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds
                                    > were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and
                                    > shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too,
                                    > began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to
                                    > meet our procession.
                                    > Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but
                                    > mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering
                                    > on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled
                                    > to Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
                                    > "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent, the
                                    > very stones would cry out."
                                    > They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one another,
                                    > "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after him." But
                                    > the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left far
                                    > behind.
                                    > Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us
                                    > so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me
                                    > to wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a
                                    > pause and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
                                    > As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and
                                    > bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was
                                    > crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I
                                    > thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was
                                    > speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly,
                                    > personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a
                                    > rebellious child:
                                    > "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you
                                    > peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come
                                    > upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and
                                    > encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to
                                    > the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not
                                    > leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time
                                    > of God's coming to you."3 I didn't understand it then. None of us
                                    > did. But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the
                                    > city, pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
                                    >
                                    > But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that
                                    > buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
                                    > We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed
                                    > around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to
                                    > make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook
                                    > to the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy
                                    > with shouts of jubilation and cheers.
                                    > "Son of David!"
                                    > "Hosanna!"
                                    > The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city walls
                                    > and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on the
                                    > other side.
                                    > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
                                    > "Hosanna!"
                                    > "Save us!"
                                    > We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held
                                    > still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
                                    > Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now
                                    > moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved.
                                    > Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back.
                                    > He just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you,
                                    > Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
                                    > Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
                                    > I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was
                                    > mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to
                                    > Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for
                                    > my family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after
                                    > step, as I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and
                                    > ended as a kind of prayer.
                                    > "Hosanna! Son of David.
                                    > Hosanna! Son of David.
                                    > Hosanna! Save us!
                                    > Save us, indeed.
                                    > Save us from our sins!
                                    > Save us from our sins!
                                    > Amen."
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                                      I do not see anyone as a god, sorry. 

                                      whitelunarworldbridger <whitelunarworldbridger@...> wrote:
                                      --- In anthroposophy@ yahoogroups. com, Gloria <gloriabjork@ ...> wrote:
                                      >
                                      > And, who is Bradford?

                                      He will probably have more of the forces of the Godhead in the next
                                      incarnation, at the moment the power is concentrated in the Lord of
                                      the universe because of the Time we are in.

                                      The Lord of the Universe is the switch, he never falls into Maya.

                                      >
                                      > holderlin66 <holderlin66@ ...>
                                      wrote:
                                      > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                      30-35 years"
                                      >
                                      > Bradford comments;
                                      > Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
                                      has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we grasp
                                      about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would Christ
                                      coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean donkey
                                      obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a life span
                                      of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate? You imagine
                                      that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines and forces
                                      together with every step of his three year sojourn? OOpppps,
                                      Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age, to carry the
                                      burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic field of the
                                      Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new etheric forces of
                                      the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought, Warmth, Light, Soun,
                                      Word and neither is the donkey going to live a much longer life span
                                      than the preparation and intense work drawn by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so
                                      that such mighty faculties could be at the
                                      > disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
                                      > Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of
                                      sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian literalism
                                      that cannot follow these striking thoughts. Striking thought that
                                      we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra incarnation. Goodbye
                                      fundmentalistic literalism, which when presented with such thoughts,
                                      shrivel like slugs with salt. Their cognitive beings collapse in a
                                      gooy pool of useless brain starved matter. Oh and then bringing the
                                      idea that the Sun the mighty etheric extract of the Physical Sun,
                                      took His Leave and was walking in a great prepared ground, of a ring
                                      of Olive Oil like groves around a floating watery sea, like the
                                      brain in us that sits in spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun
                                      Being was sheltered and focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the
                                      Etheric Christ message to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves.
                                      Of course today there still are stubborn Western donkeys not as
                                      sweet as mediterranean donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick
                                      > headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
                                      > And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the
                                      density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite, where
                                      the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the souls,
                                      karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy into
                                      etheric forces. We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture pass
                                      out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood. We
                                      have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find
                                      exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the link
                                      between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter. Anthros
                                      should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills, because
                                      most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism gurgles in
                                      the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands and hearts
                                      into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered both Science
                                      and Religion. I have called it the Steiner/Einstein bridge....
                                      Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age and
                                      > divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the
                                      depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a
                                      fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to
                                      need Physics and Light as a study. Steiner would have shaped his
                                      studies at a university out of Munich differently. .. But today's
                                      Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these
                                      things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge into
                                      Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain. Clueless, clueless is what the
                                      newbie is as to the reality of all that we could understand of the
                                      incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
                                      > "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the
                                      friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are very
                                      tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday life
                                      than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love their
                                      owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges and
                                      brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay attention
                                      to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent and docile
                                      and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best pets. Jacks
                                      enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of the females.
                                      > "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is
                                      considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An
                                      average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller
                                      the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things
                                      that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and
                                      one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white,
                                      sorrel, "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various
                                      shades of gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common
                                      color of these donkeys.
                                      > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                      30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
                                      > When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young
                                      donkey, like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask
                                      permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right. They
                                      just began to untie her.
                                      >
                                      > http://www.joyfulhe art.com/easter/ palm-sunday. htm
                                      > "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet
                                      in those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the
                                      road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been
                                      raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
                                      > I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
                                      > Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do
                                      you think you're doing?" he yelled.
                                      > They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three
                                      inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a
                                      question!" he shouted into the man's face.
                                      > "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
                                      > "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs
                                      it."
                                      > My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in
                                      welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher
                                      is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for
                                      hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right now."
                                      > Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one
                                      better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The
                                      other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit
                                      frisky, I'd wager."
                                      > "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the
                                      response. "I don't know why."
                                      > Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He
                                      untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I
                                      told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my
                                      pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
                                      > "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll
                                      bring her back myself."
                                      > I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
                                      > "What is it, boy?"
                                      > "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be
                                      any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
                                      > "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
                                      > "Please, Dad...."
                                      > "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an
                                      eye on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
                                      > "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure
                                      I'll remember for the rest of my life.
                                      > Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a
                                      whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer
                                      went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the
                                      lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his
                                      leg over.
                                      > As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front
                                      hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't
                                      patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down
                                      immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow,
                                      she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
                                      > "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I answered.
                                      > "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine
                                      man, your father."
                                      > But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier
                                      and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the
                                      road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I
                                      was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of people.
                                      Boy, was I proud!
                                      > We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims
                                      would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or
                                      camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
                                      > Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy
                                      from Zechariah,
                                      > "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
                                      > Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
                                      > See, your king comes to you,
                                      > righteous and having salvation,
                                      > gentle and riding on a donkey,
                                      > on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1 At the words "rejoicing"
                                      and "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the
                                      word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the
                                      rest of this strange procession:
                                      > "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
                                      > "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
                                      > "Son of David!"
                                      > Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a
                                      pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the
                                      holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
                                      > "O Lord, Hosanna!
                                      > O Lord, save us!
                                      > O Lord, grant us success!" Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O
                                      Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as
                                      they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their
                                      fathers before them:
                                      > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
                                      > From the house of the Lord we bless you.
                                      > The Lord is God,
                                      > and he has made his light shine upon us.
                                      > With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
                                      > up to the horns of the altar."2 The road climbed a slight rise,
                                      and suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its
                                      beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple
                                      glimmering in the distance.
                                      > All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he
                                      taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious
                                      to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in
                                      the center of this jubilant multitude.
                                      > The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more.
                                      Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the
                                      branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on
                                      the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride
                                      on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
                                      > "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
                                      > "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
                                      > "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
                                      > "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
                                      > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
                                      > The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus'
                                      name shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four
                                      whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the
                                      miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and Jerusalem
                                      and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
                                      > "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
                                      > "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
                                      > "Hosanna! Son of David!"
                                      > "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
                                      > The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and
                                      spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep
                                      slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron
                                      Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds
                                      were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and
                                      shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too,
                                      began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to
                                      meet our procession.
                                      > Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but
                                      mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering
                                      on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled to
                                      Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
                                      > "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent,
                                      the very stones would cry out."
                                      > They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one
                                      another, "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after
                                      him." But the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left
                                      far behind.
                                      > Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us
                                      so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me to
                                      wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a pause
                                      and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
                                      > As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and
                                      bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was
                                      crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I
                                      thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was
                                      speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly,
                                      personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a
                                      rebellious child:
                                      > "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring
                                      you peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come
                                      upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and
                                      encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the
                                      ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave
                                      one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of
                                      God's coming to you."3 I didn't understand it then. None of us did.
                                      But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the city,
                                      pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
                                      > But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that
                                      buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
                                      > We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed
                                      around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to
                                      make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook to
                                      the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy with
                                      shouts of jubilation and cheers.
                                      > "Son of David!"
                                      > "Hosanna!"
                                      > The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city
                                      walls and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on
                                      the other side.
                                      > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
                                      > "Hosanna!"
                                      > "Save us!"
                                      > We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held
                                      still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
                                      > Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now
                                      moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved.
                                      Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back. He
                                      just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you,
                                      Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
                                      > Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
                                      > I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was
                                      mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to
                                      Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for my
                                      family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after step, as
                                      I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and ended as a
                                      kind of prayer.
                                      > "Hosanna! Son of David.
                                      > Hosanna! Son of David.
                                      > Hosanna! Save us!
                                      > Save us, indeed.
                                      > Save us from our sins!
                                      > Save us from our sins!
                                      > Amen."
                                      >
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                                    • Gloria
                                      No way, dudes! ... Three folding can take different forms, mine is more likely to take male, female and child. Although I understand I had my male side
                                      Message 18 of 26 , Jun 24, 2007
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                                        No way, dudes!

                                        whitelunarworldbridger <whitelunarworldbridger@...> wrote:
                                        --- In anthroposophy@ yahoogroups. com, Gloria <gloriabjork@ ...> wrote:
                                        >
                                        > And, who is Bradford?

                                        Three folding can take different forms, mine is more likely to take
                                        male, female and child.
                                        Although I understand I had my male side replaced during November.

                                        From my own perspective and looking at the entity Bradford -
                                        avoiding anthroposophical interpretations entirely.

                                        :)

                                        All three aspects have enormous will
                                        Bradford
                                        Holderlin
                                        Manu

                                        Bradford is predominantly intellect
                                        Holderlin feeling
                                        and Manu is the in the process of the creation of a future
                                        incarnation

                                        :)

                                        Tee hee

                                        >
                                        > holderlin66 <holderlin66@ ...>
                                        wrote:
                                        > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                        30-35 years"
                                        >
                                        > Bradford comments;
                                        > Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
                                        has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we grasp
                                        about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would Christ
                                        coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean donkey
                                        obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a life span
                                        of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate? You imagine
                                        that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines and forces
                                        together with every step of his three year sojourn? OOpppps,
                                        Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age, to carry the
                                        burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic field of the
                                        Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new etheric forces of
                                        the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought, Warmth, Light, Soun,
                                        Word and neither is the donkey going to live a much longer life span
                                        than the preparation and intense work drawn by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so
                                        that such mighty faculties could be at the
                                        > disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
                                        > Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of
                                        sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian literalism
                                        that cannot follow these striking thoughts. Striking thought that
                                        we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra incarnation. Goodbye
                                        fundmentalistic literalism, which when presented with such thoughts,
                                        shrivel like slugs with salt. Their cognitive beings collapse in a
                                        gooy pool of useless brain starved matter. Oh and then bringing the
                                        idea that the Sun the mighty etheric extract of the Physical Sun,
                                        took His Leave and was walking in a great prepared ground, of a ring
                                        of Olive Oil like groves around a floating watery sea, like the
                                        brain in us that sits in spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun
                                        Being was sheltered and focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the
                                        Etheric Christ message to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves.
                                        Of course today there still are stubborn Western donkeys not as
                                        sweet as mediterranean donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick
                                        > headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
                                        > And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the
                                        density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite, where
                                        the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the souls,
                                        karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy into
                                        etheric forces. We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture pass
                                        out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood. We
                                        have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find
                                        exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the link
                                        between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter. Anthros
                                        should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills, because
                                        most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism gurgles in
                                        the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands and hearts
                                        into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered both Science
                                        and Religion. I have called it the Steiner/Einstein bridge....
                                        Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age and
                                        > divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the
                                        depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a
                                        fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to
                                        need Physics and Light as a study. Steiner would have shaped his
                                        studies at a university out of Munich differently. .. But today's
                                        Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these
                                        things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge into
                                        Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain. Clueless, clueless is what the
                                        newbie is as to the reality of all that we could understand of the
                                        incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
                                        > "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the
                                        friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are very
                                        tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday life
                                        than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love their
                                        owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges and
                                        brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay attention
                                        to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent and docile
                                        and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best pets. Jacks
                                        enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of the females.
                                        > "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is
                                        considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An
                                        average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller
                                        the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things
                                        that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and
                                        one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white,
                                        sorrel, "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various
                                        shades of gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common
                                        color of these donkeys.
                                        > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                        30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
                                        > When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young
                                        donkey, like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask
                                        permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right. They
                                        just began to untie her.
                                        >
                                        > http://www.joyfulhe art.com/easter/ palm-sunday. htm
                                        > "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet
                                        in those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the
                                        road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been
                                        raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
                                        > I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
                                        > Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do
                                        you think you're doing?" he yelled.
                                        > They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three
                                        inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a
                                        question!" he shouted into the man's face.
                                        > "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
                                        > "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs
                                        it."
                                        > My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in
                                        welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher
                                        is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for
                                        hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right now."
                                        > Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one
                                        better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The
                                        other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit
                                        frisky, I'd wager."
                                        > "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the
                                        response. "I don't know why."
                                        > Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He
                                        untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I
                                        told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my
                                        pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
                                        > "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll
                                        bring her back myself."
                                        > I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
                                        > "What is it, boy?"
                                        > "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be
                                        any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
                                        > "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
                                        > "Please, Dad...."
                                        > "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an
                                        eye on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
                                        > "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure
                                        I'll remember for the rest of my life.
                                        > Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a
                                        whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer
                                        went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the
                                        lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his
                                        leg over.
                                        > As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front
                                        hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't
                                        patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down
                                        immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow,
                                        she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
                                        > "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I answered.
                                        > "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine
                                        man, your father."
                                        > But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier
                                        and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the
                                        road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I
                                        was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of people.
                                        Boy, was I proud!
                                        > We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims
                                        would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or
                                        camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
                                        > Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy
                                        from Zechariah,
                                        > "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
                                        > Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
                                        > See, your king comes to you,
                                        > righteous and having salvation,
                                        > gentle and riding on a donkey,
                                        > on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1 At the words "rejoicing"
                                        and "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the
                                        word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the
                                        rest of this strange procession:
                                        > "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
                                        > "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
                                        > "Son of David!"
                                        > Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a
                                        pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the
                                        holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
                                        > "O Lord, Hosanna!
                                        > O Lord, save us!
                                        > O Lord, grant us success!" Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O
                                        Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as
                                        they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their
                                        fathers before them:
                                        > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
                                        > From the house of the Lord we bless you.
                                        > The Lord is God,
                                        > and he has made his light shine upon us.
                                        > With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
                                        > up to the horns of the altar."2 The road climbed a slight rise,
                                        and suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its
                                        beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple
                                        glimmering in the distance.
                                        > All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he
                                        taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious
                                        to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in
                                        the center of this jubilant multitude.
                                        > The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more.
                                        Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the
                                        branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on
                                        the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride
                                        on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
                                        > "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
                                        > "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
                                        > "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
                                        > "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
                                        > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
                                        > The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus'
                                        name shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four
                                        whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the
                                        miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and Jerusalem
                                        and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
                                        > "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
                                        > "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
                                        > "Hosanna! Son of David!"
                                        > "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
                                        > The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and
                                        spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep
                                        slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron
                                        Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds
                                        were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and
                                        shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too,
                                        began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to
                                        meet our procession.
                                        > Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but
                                        mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering
                                        on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled to
                                        Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
                                        > "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent,
                                        the very stones would cry out."
                                        > They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one
                                        another, "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after
                                        him." But the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left
                                        far behind.
                                        > Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us
                                        so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me to
                                        wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a pause
                                        and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
                                        > As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and
                                        bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was
                                        crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I
                                        thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was
                                        speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly,
                                        personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a
                                        rebellious child:
                                        > "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring
                                        you peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come
                                        upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and
                                        encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to the
                                        ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not leave
                                        one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time of
                                        God's coming to you."3 I didn't understand it then. None of us did.
                                        But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the city,
                                        pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
                                        > But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that
                                        buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
                                        > We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed
                                        around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to
                                        make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook to
                                        the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy with
                                        shouts of jubilation and cheers.
                                        > "Son of David!"
                                        > "Hosanna!"
                                        > The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city
                                        walls and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on
                                        the other side.
                                        > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
                                        > "Hosanna!"
                                        > "Save us!"
                                        > We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held
                                        still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
                                        > Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now
                                        moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved.
                                        Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back. He
                                        just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you,
                                        Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
                                        > Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
                                        > I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was
                                        mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to
                                        Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for my
                                        family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after step, as
                                        I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and ended as a
                                        kind of prayer.
                                        > "Hosanna! Son of David.
                                        > Hosanna! Son of David.
                                        > Hosanna! Save us!
                                        > Save us, indeed.
                                        > Save us from our sins!
                                        > Save us from our sins!
                                        > Amen."
                                        >
                                        >
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                                      • holderlin66
                                        Homage to the Asses of the World Titania takes the coarse and blundering Ass that represents Man s dense physical form, and she, apparently enchanted as well,
                                        Message 19 of 26 , Jun 24, 2007
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                                          Homage to the Asses of the World

                                          Titania takes the coarse and blundering Ass that represents Man's dense physical form, and she, apparently enchanted as well,  like all the mix-matched, mis-matched lovers in a Mid-Summer Night's Dream with their choleric and sanguine temperaments.  For a season of the elemental enchantment of summer, Titania falls deeply in love with the ancient, ancient physical human form that has passed itself down from ancient Saturn, Sun, Moon evolution to the Ass that Women and Men are in their unconscious physical forms.  We are all Asses, occultly asleep asses.

                                          It all goes back to the moment where Christ meets the physical form, as the Regent Sun King, He as well, puts on the garment of an Ass and wears the form of Man himself... Only now, now does the physical form become all that it was designed to become. With Christ the Ass sleeps no more, dreams no more but awakens in the Etheric world from which we with our five senses and asses brains are still exiled. Just as Bottom finds himself in the Etheric world of the neighboring and inward elemental world, surrounded by etheric and living geography and beings.  

                                          With Christ in the drivers seat, the physical form changes from the unconscious, normal woman-man, beasts of burden that we are and that we lug around together along with our etheric, astral and ego casings and forces, and a whole community of elemental support beings, winging out in and through our thoughts, helping us to pee, helping us to salivate, helping us to muster the fiery courage we need and raise our blood pressure, feel the heat of passion and project the compassion and love that we feel radiating off souls, or hear in the warmth of their soothing voices.... in song, in the air, the ancient physical human form, the Ass, for a season in midsummer was soothed by the queen of the elemental kingdoms Titania. 

                                          And our Ass and the models we have worn of our Ass have served us through all of our many incarnations and we carelessly discard them and dump them into a heap when we die.  But Christ so treasured even the lowest physical ass, that he raised it upwards and from its immense suffering, raised it to the form and mask of the divine in Man.

                                           

                                           

                                          For Titania of the ancient brood of etheric geographic elemental beings, know just what holiness dwelt and will dwell someday  in this sluggish, lunking, clumsy form that we struggle with when we do Eurythmy and sports, and yet, has been the cornerstone to creating in humanity a taste for beauty, harmony, proportion and yet still the Promethian fire of the pineal thinking light that could hold the mighty Sun Being himself in the magnifying glass of the mind's eye and project this mighty etheric sun fire, down to the bones and out, out into the Olive rich etheric environment and penetrate and uplift the midsummer joy of an entire city.....  In the mini-midsummer of Palm Sunday, that poor yoric physical body was pressed to the utter exhaustion of all it's cosmic secrets and all it's cosmic forces.

                                          And Christ rode the Ass into Town and finally the Physical Form nurtured in the ancient bosom of time, had been torched and exhausted, used up by the fiery Forming forces of the most ancient and beautiful of the Gods... The God of Love himself.   And he spared nothing to build into our human senses the richness and beauty of proportion, nerves, lymphatic swelling breasts, fluid juices laced with comforting and consoling erotic refreshment, and the crown of Thought, vision, Art, Science and the seat of the Soul and Spirit Eye that shines into the depths of the skeleton, and incinerates the faults of death, and removes the product expiration date.... In other words the physical form has been absorbed and raised to holiness.  It is no longer an animal derrived from the animal circle of the zodiac, but arises newly risen with the rich reality of our human circle instead of the initial model derrived from the animal circle.  The poor wasted and exhausted human form, suffers the burden of the spirit and the lords of the world come to kneel at the offering that this, the physical temple offered to the Rich Loving Sun Lord. 


                                          "When Christ Sweated Blood and the Transfiguration overshadowed the
                                          disciples, Christ was directly under the fission factor of containing
                                          within His Jesus designed and Zarathustrian and Buddha maintained
                                          higher bodies, an infusion of Love Bestowed, discretionary Light
                                          transforming and re-making of, perk up and Listen to This - Remaking of the
                                          conditions of Saturn - Sun - Moon and Earth evolution and re-living and re-experiencing the mighty history of the gods that were able to bring forth the vehicle of the phyiscal human form with all it's abilities to sustain the sense being, thought being and word being of the baby i am.

                                          "The result of this evolution from Saturn, Sun, Moon,  was Humanity, Death and the mighty beast of burden the amazing Physical body we carry around as an unconscious Asses head.  The result of Saturn, Sun, Moon and vital Earth evolution was the ability to retire, call back,  recall the mode that was offered out of the cosmos as the Imagination of the Gods themselves the walking Imagination of the Zodiac known as our human skeletal forml.....and shivering it down through Light and Love's mighty compassion recollecting the entire history of the physical, etheric, astral and sun drenched sheaths.... That Steiner was able to review clearly through his mighty Occult Science an Outline, Christ lifts up this burden bearing working beast of burden. 

                                          Shall we not also feel immense compassion for the burden our own Ass carries?  The physical human form, shall we not feel the compassion for the shivering penetration down to its marrow, by the Sun Drenched King, where not one jot or tittle was passed over or left unused?  Shall we not feel the vast awe when it was first created to become the vessel that carried the Holy Etheric Form Being of Christ, the seven Elohim?  Compassion for the suffering and mighty labor it has endured and still endures to bring humanity to it's next higher stage of evolution where we waken to the etheric world of beings and learn to  see Christ walking over the Etheric waters to steady our fears.  

                                          And as Shakespeare has indicated our own elemental servantscelebrate in the cathedral of man, hoping for the release of all the enchanted elemental beings that will in time unlock and unbind the book of matter and Earth itself....  Like the Green Man, Vidar and Pan, our elemental family, stamped by our the wonder working of our higher I AM will disappear with their new found cosmic forces, that we ourselves have baptized them with through long servitude.  For Christ did not discard, or throw in a heap, leave a pile of bones behind, not one jot or tittle was left behind. No animals broke into the violated grave and gnawed on THOSE bones. The exhausted servant, the lowest of the higher members that had endured the longest and suffered the most, finally was baptized into the Spirit of eternal forms, A Living, now Living Imagination of Man, no longer a dead copy.

                                          I'll never be your beast of burden
                                          My back is broad but it's a hurting
                                          All I want is for you to make love to me
                                          I'll never be your beast of burden
                                          I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
                                          All I want is for you to make love to me

                                          Oh great physical body, how well and nobly have thee served the mighty King.  For who could forget the Angel Gabriel who announced the little cuddling forming of the physical frame  in the womb that would carry the burden of the incarnation of the initiate Zarathustra and the slow and underdeveloped Luke Jesus child, until they/he grew to be a man?   It marks the end of the long burden of being offered to the super forces of the Sun Drenched King... the winged guardians comfort.... Comfort the burdened, depleted and exhausted human form, that must still experience the final acts of full self destruction in order to win the final victory over all lower devachan death forces.  Heart wrenching when we all begin to rethink what we thought we had already understood.  You see we don't understand that the long journey of the  suffering physical Ass of the human form was finally transformed and completed on Golgotha and every atom, every cell and molecular motion had been penetrated, absorbed and the Imagination of the Gods became now the higher garment of Mankind.

                                          Christ at Gethsemane
                                          Carl Heinrich Bloch (1834-1890)


                                        • Gloria
                                          natural mysticism and self-fulfilling prophecies, added to the idolization of a human? doesn t that all seem like threatening cultism? how does truth make you
                                          Message 20 of 26 , Jun 26, 2007
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                                            natural mysticism and self-fulfilling prophecies, added to the idolization of a human? doesn't that all seem like threatening cultism? how does truth make you free?


                                            Karen <whitelunarworldbridger@...> wrote:


                                            Gloria <gloriabjork@ yahoo.com> wrote:
                                            you sound loonie-toonie. ..
                                            I know. I know.
                                            Oooh theres a peahen outside the window.  Apparently she makes quite a noise, like a woman dying.. but I am in the other block so I haven't heard her yet.  Just heard her shouting for the first time just then.
                                            Rather nice.


                                            blue_star_in@ bluebottle. com wrote:
                                            Quoting Gloria <gloriabjork@ yahoo.com>:

                                            > And, who is Bradford?

                                            What kind of dumb question is that. Who is anyone?

                                            According to anthroposophical philosophy "Bradford" would be the "thinking" stream of this entity.
                                            "Holderlin" would be the "feeling"
                                            and "Manu" would be the "willing" stream.

                                            and who is Manu
                                            Manu was the legendary first man, the Adam of the Hindus.

                                            "He, desiring to produce beings of many kinds from his own body, first with a thought created the waters, and placed his seed in them.

                                            That (seed) became a golden egg, in brilliancy equal to the sun. in that (egg) he himself was born as Brahman, the progenitor of the whole world...

                                            > holderlin66 <holderlin66@ hotmail.com> wrote:
                                            >
                                            > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                            > 30-35 years"
                                            >
                                            > Bradford comments;
                                            > Now we see the well fed donkey with a 23/1 body and blood ratio
                                            > has a life span of approximately 30 to 35 years. So what do we
                                            > grasp about these facts as Spiritual Science students? So why would
                                            > Christ coming in to town, riding on a donkey, a mediterranean
                                            > donkey obviously, with a body and blood ratio of 23/1 and with a
                                            > life span of approximately 30-35 years intend to illustrate? You
                                            > imagine that Christ is not illustrating and drawing deeper lines
                                            > and forces together with every step of his three year sojourn?
                                            > OOpppps, Christ isn't going to be around much past 33 years age,
                                            > to carry the burden of the Cosmos and transform the entire genetic
                                            > field of the Fall and open the pathways to the irradiated new
                                            > etheric forces of the in-streaming higher Devachan.... Thought,
                                            > Warmth, Light, Soun, Word and neither is the donkey going to live a
                                            > much longer life span than the preparation and intense work drawn
                                            > by Zarathustra/ Jesus, so that such mighty faculties could be at
                                            > the
                                            > disposal of the Sun Drenched King.
                                            > Oh, I certainly can't abide the diddling fould stew of
                                            > sentimentality that reeks from such fundamental christian
                                            > literalism that cannot follow these striking thoughts. Striking
                                            > thought that we know that Jesus was in part a Zarathustra
                                            > incarnation. Goodbye fundmentalistic literalism, which when
                                            > presented with such thoughts, shrivel like slugs with salt. Their
                                            > cognitive beings collapse in a gooy pool of useless brain starved
                                            > matter. Oh and then bringing the idea that the Sun the mighty
                                            > etheric extract of the Physical Sun, took His Leave and was walking
                                            > in a great prepared ground, of a ring of Olive Oil like groves
                                            > around a floating watery sea, like the brain in us that sits in
                                            > spinal fluid and water.... So the Vast Sun Being was sheltered and
                                            > focused in Olive Groves and Paul ringed the Etheric Christ message
                                            > to the very perimeter of the Olive Groves. Of course today there
                                            > still are stubborn Western donkeys not as sweet as mediterranean
                                            > donkeys, obstinate, stubborn, thick
                                            > headed, mean, kicking jackasses.
                                            > And all this plus, reversing the Einstein space warp where the
                                            > density of a body distorts time and space.... to the opposite,
                                            > where the etheric levity of a body pulls the entire region and the
                                            > souls, karmic fields and kinks and distortions upwards like taffy
                                            > into etheric forces. We have to marvel that Christ felt a virture
                                            > pass out of Him when He healed the woman with the issue of blood.
                                            > We have to marvel at how Christ felt the equation and had to find
                                            > exactly who triggered the equation that balanced and healed the
                                            > link between the woman who bled too much and Jarius daughter.
                                            > Anthros should not be praised yet for all their thinking skills,
                                            > because most of the time basic sentimentality and traditionalism
                                            > gurgles in the brains of Anthros who are not dipping their hands
                                            > and hearts into the rich fare of blessedness that Steiner offered
                                            > both Science and Religion. I have called it the Steiner/Einstein
                                            > bridge.... Anthros have remained sleeping through the atomic age
                                            > and
                                            > divorced themselves and their Christian traditionalism from the
                                            > depths of Munich based John like Science studies that we know for a
                                            > fact would have been brought to Munich for all those who tended to
                                            > need Physics and Light as a study. Steiner would have shaped his
                                            > studies at a university out of Munich differently. .. But today's
                                            > Newbie reader doesn't have even the clue of history of how these
                                            > things were an all out assault from a thrusting Ahrimanic surge
                                            > into Nazi Germany and Nietzsche's brain. Clueless, clueless is
                                            > what the newbie is as to the reality of all that we could
                                            > understand of the incredible Steiner/Einstein bridge.
                                            > "The Miniature Mediterranean Donkey is by nature one of the
                                            > friendliest and most affectionate animals of its type. They are
                                            > very tame and gentle. They are also easier to manage in everyday
                                            > life than some donkeys simply because they are smaller. They love
                                            > their owners and seek attention. They do this with friendly nudges
                                            > and brays and funny little sounds designed to get you to pay
                                            > attention to them. The miniature donkey is extremely intelligent
                                            > and docile and is easily trained. Geldings or jennets make the best
                                            > pets. Jacks enjoy braying and may become excited in the presence of
                                            > the females.
                                            > "The size of these donkeys varies from 26 inches, which is
                                            > considered extraordinarily small, to 36 inches at the withers. An
                                            > average height would be about 33-34 inches. In general the smaller
                                            > the donkey the more valuable it is accounted to be. Other things
                                            > that make a donkey valuable are good body and leg conformation and
                                            > one of the more unusual colors such as spotted, white, sorrel,
                                            > "chocolate" (dark brown) or black. Gray-dun, the various shades of
                                            > gray with the dorsal stripe and cross is the most common color of
                                            > these donkeys.
                                            > "Life expectancy for well cared for miniature donkeys is around
                                            > 30-35 years so they are truly a lifetime pet."
                                            > When those Jesus-followers began to untie Sarai, our young donkey,
                                            > like they acted just like they owned her. They didn't ask
                                            > permission. They didn't look around to see if it was all right.
                                            > They just began to untie her.
                                            >
                                            > http://www.joyfulhe art.com/easter/ palm-sunday. htm
                                            > "I had seen these disciples before. Jesus was a popular prophet in
                                            > those days, and he often stayed nearby in Bethany, just down the
                                            > road, with Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Yes, the Lazarus who had been
                                            > raised from the dead. That Lazarus.
                                            > I shouted to my father: "Dad, someone's taking our donkey!"
                                            > Dad popped out of the house like it was on fire. "Hey, what do you
                                            > think you're doing?" he yelled.
                                            > They stopped, startled, but my dad didn't stop until he was three
                                            > inches from the face of the older disciple. "I asked you a
                                            > question!" he shouted into the man's face.
                                            > "We, uh, our Master told us it would be all right," he stammered.
                                            > "Jesus," said the other. "Jesus said to tell you that he needs
                                            > it."
                                            > My Dad suddenly relaxed, stepped back, and put his hand out in
                                            > welcome. "Jesus." A smile flickered across his face. "Your Teacher
                                            > is a great man," Dad said after a moment. "I've listened to him for
                                            > hours. I love what he says about the Kingdom of God being right
                                            > now."
                                            > Then Dad began to untie our older donkey. "You'll like this one
                                            > better," he said. "He's used to people and pretty steady. The
                                            > other's just a youngster. We haven't broken her yet. She'd be a bit
                                            > frisky, I'd wager."
                                            > "Jesus specified the younger, unridden donkey," was the response.
                                            > "I don't know why."
                                            > Dad cracked a big smile and said, "Sure, whatever you say." He
                                            > untied the colt. "You did right by coming here," he continued. "I
                                            > told Jesus that whatever I own is his if he needs it. It's my
                                            > pleasure." He handed the reins to the disciple.
                                            > "We'll return her right after Jesus is finished," he said. "I'll
                                            > bring her back myself."
                                            > I couldn't keep quiet. "Dad!" I blurted out.
                                            > "What is it, boy?"
                                            > "Dad, could I go along? I'll bring the colt back so it won't be
                                            > any trouble to Jesus or his disciples."
                                            > "Oh, you'd just be in their way, Jacob."
                                            > "Please, Dad...."
                                            > "He can come along with us," said the disciple. "We'll keep an eye
                                            > on him. Maybe he can help quiet the colt."
                                            > "Okay, but you mind, now!" said Dad, and so began an adventure
                                            > I'll remember for the rest of my life.
                                            > Jesus was just outside of town, waiting with his disciples and a
                                            > whole crowd of pilgrims. When the donkey came into sight, a cheer
                                            > went up. The disciples brought the donkey to the Master. I held the
                                            > lead rope as Jesus put a small blanket over its back and slid his
                                            > leg over.
                                            > As soon as his weight settled on Sarai, she raised her front
                                            > hooves off the ground and would have bucked Jesus off if he hadn't
                                            > patted her and said something low and comforting. She settled down
                                            > immediately and, even in all the shouting and confusion to follow,
                                            > she carried him with a certain quiet majesty.
                                            > "What's your name, boy?" Jesus asked me. "Jacob, sir," I
                                            > answered.
                                            > "Fine colt," he said. "Tell your father, thank you. He's a fine
                                            > man, your father."
                                            > But with Jesus riding the donkey, the crowd was becoming noisier
                                            > and there was no more time for conversation. We started along the
                                            > road to Jerusalem, which led right through my town of Bethphage. I
                                            > was leading Sarai who carried Jesus, followed by hundreds of
                                            > people. Boy, was I proud!
                                            > We were used to crowds at Passover. Thousands of these pilgrims
                                            > would come for the Feast and stay in the towns east of the city or
                                            > camp along the road. The city itself was literally jammed.
                                            > Now, a Rabbi in the crowd began reciting from memory a prophecy
                                            > from Zechariah,
                                            > "Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion!
                                            > Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem!
                                            > See, your king comes to you,
                                            > righteous and having salvation,
                                            > gentle and riding on a donkey,
                                            > on a colt, the foal of a donkey."1 At the words "rejoicing" and
                                            > "shouting," the crowd began to stir. But with the mention of the
                                            > word "King," a call went up that was to be a constant cry for the
                                            > rest of this strange procession:
                                            > "Hosanna! Son of David! Save us."
                                            > "Hosanna!" went up the shout.
                                            > "Son of David!"
                                            > Hosanna, which means "save us," was one of the words from a
                                            > pilgrim chant that was often heard in our streets during the
                                            > holidays. And so people began to chant the Psalm together.
                                            > "O Lord, Hosanna!
                                            > O Lord, save us!
                                            > O Lord, grant us success!" Pretty soon I was shouting, it too. "O
                                            > Lord, Hosanna! O Lord, Hosanna!" The pilgrims continued to sing as
                                            > they approached the Holy City, as had their fathers -- and their
                                            > fathers before them:
                                            > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
                                            > From the house of the Lord we bless you.
                                            > The Lord is God,
                                            > and he has made his light shine upon us.
                                            > With boughs in hand, join in the festal procession
                                            > up to the horns of the altar."2 The road climbed a slight rise, and
                                            > suddenly the city of Jerusalem spread out before us in all its
                                            > beauty, backlit by the western sun, the gold of the temple
                                            > glimmering in the distance.
                                            > All this time I would look back at Jesus when I could. How was he
                                            > taking this outbreak of applause and adulation? He seemed oblivious
                                            > to it. Sad is the word that comes to mind. He seemed all alone in
                                            > the center of this jubilant multitude.
                                            > The singing and the panorama of the city stirred the people more.
                                            > Some began to pull foliage from palms along the way. They waved the
                                            > branches and shouted, "Hosanna." Then they laid the palms down on
                                            > the road so as to create a thatched carpet for the donkey to ride
                                            > on. Others threw their cloaks on the road for Jesus to ride over.
                                            > "Hail, to the Son of David!" they shouted.
                                            > "Hosanna! King from among David's descendants! "
                                            > "Messiah is coming!" shouted one.
                                            > "Yes, Messiah!" shouted another.
                                            > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
                                            > The crowd was swelling. Now and again you would hear Lazarus' name
                                            > shouted out. Just a week before Lazarus had been dead for four
                                            > whole days, and then Jesus had come and raised him. News of the
                                            > miracle had crackled like wildfire through our village and
                                            > Jerusalem and to all the pilgrims as they gathered for the Feast.
                                            > "He raised Lazarus from the dead!"
                                            > "Yes, Lazarus!" another would call.
                                            > "Hosanna! Son of David!"
                                            > "The Kingdom of God is at hand!"
                                            > The crowds were now overflowing the narrow Jerusalem road and
                                            > spreading out a few feet on either side of the road, onto the steep
                                            > slope of the Mount of Olives. When we looked across the Kidron
                                            > Valley to the Golden Gate on the east side of the temple, crowds
                                            > were pouring out of it towards us. They were pointing at Jesus and
                                            > shouting. "Lazarus is alive!" they would say. "Hosanna." They, too,
                                            > began to rip palm fronds off the trees and sing as they surged to
                                            > meet our procession.
                                            > Pharisees were in the multitude, too. They weren't shouting, but
                                            > mumbling to one another. They considered this display as bordering
                                            > on blasphemy. Seeing the growing fervor of the crowds, one yelled
                                            > to Jesus so all could hear, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples."
                                            > "I tell you," Jesus called back, "if these people were silent, the
                                            > very stones would cry out."
                                            > They fumed at his answer. I could hear them shout to one another,
                                            > "We're getting no where. The whole world has gone after him." But
                                            > the crowds surged by them, and their catcalls were left far
                                            > behind.
                                            > Now, the road turned, and the city walls seemed to rise above us
                                            > so we had to look up to see its heights. Jesus signaled for to me
                                            > to wait a moment so I stopped Sarai. The crowd somehow sensed a
                                            > pause and a hush of awe seemed to come over them.
                                            > As I watched Jesus, I began to see tears run down his face and
                                            > bury themselves in his beard. The Teacher was weeping. Jesus was
                                            > crying. As I listened, I heard him speaking quietly. At first I
                                            > thought he was talking to his disciples. Then I realized he was
                                            > speaking to the city itself. Quietly, longingly, tearfully, sadly,
                                            > personally, almost like a broken-hearted father might plead with a
                                            > rebellious child:
                                            > "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you
                                            > peace -- but now it is hidden from your eyes. The days will come
                                            > upon you when your enemies will build an embankment against you and
                                            > encircle you and hem you in on every side. They will dash you to
                                            > the ground, you and the children within your walls. They will not
                                            > leave one stone on another, because you did not recognize the time
                                            > of God's coming to you."3 I didn't understand it then. None of us
                                            > did. But less than forty years later the Romans lay siege to the
                                            > city, pulled it down, and destroyed it, just as Jesus had foretold.
                                            >
                                            > But I was just a boy and it seemed like such a party during that
                                            > buoyant procession down the hill. What did I know?
                                            > We met the multitude coming from Jerusalem now and they flowed
                                            > around us, making the way ahead nearly impassable. I had to push to
                                            > make any headway, as the path turned upward from the Kidron Brook
                                            > to the eastern gate of the temple. The road was packed and noisy
                                            > with shouts of jubilation and cheers.
                                            > "Son of David!"
                                            > "Hosanna!"
                                            > The shouts now echoed against the massive stones of the city walls
                                            > and across the narrow canyon to the Garden of Gethsemane on the
                                            > other side.
                                            > "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord."
                                            > "Hosanna!"
                                            > "Save us!"
                                            > We were at the gate now and Jesus was dismounting. Sarai held
                                            > still. I looked at Jesus -- stared, I guess you might say.
                                            > Amidst the crowd's fervor he continued to weep. As the crowd now
                                            > moved with him into the temple, I could see him still. I waved.
                                            > Among all the waving hands and palm branches he didn't wave back.
                                            > He just nodded and I could see his lips form the words, "Thank you,
                                            > Jake." Then he turned and disappeared into the temple.
                                            > Thank you, Jesus, I thought. Thank you.
                                            > I held Sarai's rope until the crowds had passed and the road was
                                            > mostly clear. Slowly I led Sarai up the long grade back to
                                            > Bethphage. I thought of his tears, his tears for me and mine, for
                                            > my family and my people. And as I walked I chanted, step after
                                            > step, as I trudged up the hill. It began as a chant anyway and
                                            > ended as a kind of prayer.
                                            > "Hosanna! Son of David.
                                            > Hosanna! Son of David.
                                            > Hosanna! Save us!
                                            > Save us, indeed.
                                            > Save us from our sins!
                                            > Save us from our sins!
                                            > Amen."
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                                          • Stephen Hale
                                            ... towards ... is a ... bicycle ... about ... ooh ... Yes, truth and freedom comes in many disguises, all across the hemispheres; both spoken and silent. Both
                                            Message 21 of 26 , Jun 27, 2007
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                                              --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, "whitelunarworldbridger"
                                              <whitelunarworldbridger@...> wrote:
                                              >
                                              > --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, Gloria <gloriabjork@> wrote:
                                              > >
                                              > > No way, dudes!
                                              >
                                              > I am in a far too gooder mood to respond to this dismissive little
                                              > sentence. Besides I am thinking of taking a vow of silence
                                              towards
                                              > any dismissive little insults in the future.
                                              > :)
                                              >
                                              > I went around the block today on a very cranky bicycle. I think I
                                              > need to get one with an engine. Yes I was terribly hot when I got
                                              > back, dripping in sweat, so even though its flat i think a motor
                                              is a
                                              > good idea. Although with a bicycle you do get to use special
                                              bicycle
                                              > lanes but the motor bicycles you dont. I shall have to think
                                              about
                                              > it all. Tomorrow I will check out a five star hotel facilities
                                              ooh
                                              > this is fun. I am enjoying this. I am. I definately am.
                                              >
                                              > Mmmmm

                                              Yes, truth and freedom comes in many disguises, all across the
                                              hemispheres; both spoken and silent.

                                              Both spoken and silent.

                                              Steve
                                            • holderlin66
                                              Previously on this thread; The fully unconscious human mob, same as today, the fully unconscious human mob can shout till its blue and horse in the throat
                                              Message 22 of 26 , Jul 4, 2007
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                                                Previously on this thread;

                                                "The fully unconscious human mob, same as today, the fully unconscious human mob can shout till its blue and horse in the throat their Hosanna and light their little candles in stadiums and rock to the great music or the not so great music in the midst of crowds and swirling instincts and swirl in the drugs of ecstasy and other endocrine stimulants, but easily swing right back  down to envy, hatred, fear that Lazarus could indeed be raised.

                                                "Hosanna, rock concerts, mighty group pagan celebrations, stadium rocking mob atavistic celebrations, pool parties, outdoor grilling and barbecues, summer vacation, the merging and mingling with nature, water, the elements and the bridge between the twinkling stars, fire flies, and a Midsummer Nights Dream, where Man wears an Asses head, because he  is still unconscious of the swirling forces he swims in, and of course baseball, serve to support the constant craving Man has for what OO7 would call Shaken, not stirred.  In other words the human seasons we seek are constant mixes between our merging with group soul activities and our own experiences of our isolated I AM. In our individual human seasons we constantly vacillate between group gropes and individual cogntive reflection.  This constant mixing and vacillation, this Shaken not stirred, should rather stir us, as we are mixed and tumbled between our instincts and our conscious cognition to wake up. But education and the tendency of universities and the sciences nor religion can wake up the astonishing sleeping jackass that man remains.  We are now all on etheric Christ compass passes and we know nothing of how this compass arose or how it works in us.  Steiner offered the Soul Calendar and he also offered this gem as well on his death-bed."

                                                Case in point;  Hosanna and letting freak flags and buckets of instinctual compost get aired

                                                ZAGREB, Croatia, June 30 — "On a hot Sunday evening in June, thousands of fans in a packed stadium here in the Croatian capital gave a Nazi salute as the rock star Marko Perkovic shouted a well-known slogan from World War II.

                                                Some of the fans were wearing the black caps of Croatia's infamous Nazi puppet Ustashe government, which was responsible for sending tens of thousands of Serbs, Gypsies and Jews to their deaths in concentration camps.

                                                Over the last three years the conservative prime minister, Ivo Sanader, has to some extent managed to shed the country's image as a nationalist state that once harbored war criminals. The effort has been successful enough that Croatia is a favorite to join the European Union. What was seen for much of 1990s as a war-torn nation is now widely perceived as a prime tourist destination, with 10 million tourists a year and visitors flocking to its Adriatic coast.

                                                Photographs and memorabilia from the Ustashe period are no longer sold openly in Zagreb's city center. Restaurants no longer display photographs of Ustashe units on their wall. But souvenir shops do still sell key rings and baseball caps with the Ustashe U, as well as the slogan used in Mr. Perkovic's concerts, "Za Dom: Spremni!" or, "For the Homeland: Ready!"

                                                And many Croats still display an insensitivity to Holocaust issues. Mr. Perkovic's public affairs manager, Albino Ursic, has a large poster that he designed in 1994 on the wall of his office with the words "final solution." The poster shows a package of cigarettes marked with a large Swastika and labeled "Adolf Filters," poking out of a black leather jacket. "It's an antismoking picture," he said.

                                                "It won an award in Lisbon," he added, emphasizing that he viewed himself as left of center. As for Mr. Perkovic's performance, Mr. Ursic said, the fascist salute is made by soccer hooligans across Europe who have little understanding of it. "It is just teenage rebellion," he said.

                                                Mr. Perkovic's patriotic — and sometimes violently nationalistic — songs first became popular here during the Balkan wars, when he fought in the Croatian Army. Most Croats know him better by his stage name, Thompson, given to him during the war, when he carried the submachine gun of the same name. He, too, has recently sought to distance himself from the Ustashe association. In an interview, the soft-spoken singer said he had never raised his own arm to make a fascist salute. Nor, he said, did he encourage people to wear Ustashe uniforms. As for the Ustashe slogan he uses, he claims it is a traditional Croatian salute that predates World War II. "

                                                  

                                                Hosanna, sometimes it's Che, or sometimes it is Thompson.  Spiritual Science understands how such and such a voice arises out of the folk and language beings that exist for Croatia or they catch fire in youth, and become anti-establishment anything.  That is all very good, anti-establishment anything. But once again, like all of us, young people haven't the cognitive forces to either understand voices and human beings that arise out of the etheric language and Archangelic unconscious inspirations.  They arise all the time.  The Beatles were the crystallized voice of all that fell of the grand empire of Britania....and the Beatles, the four aspects, four weaving etheric and musical temperaments, became the voice of the world, after Britain lost it's world rulership.  The English Language voice of the Michael culture rose up out of the rock n roll worlds to become a global community impulse and the anti-establishment, anti-fascist groups mocked Hitler, mocked military and clung to Che!

                                                Spiritual Science can outline how a Croatian voice arises, how commedians become healers of wounded and dysfunctional centers of pockets of culture and we can show how certain individuals become the model of a vaster unconscious Archangelic healing and language bearing and culture bearing force.  It isn't merely adopting this or that fad or phase, it is rather if you have the guts in your idealism to trace the cognitive sytstems from individual Angelic forces up to higher Archangelic language beings over the world and understand how sometimes it grows into a movement... But in most of the faddish and fiery movements, you will not find the cognitive courage, strength or forces needed to come to the Angels, Archangels and Archai in The Foundation Stone... for the trail becomes lost and humanity wallows in itself and stirs culture to another feeble wave... But stirring yourself towards Gandhi or MLK Jr. as unconscious stirring messengers of mighty language cultures and finding as well higher Archangelic and even ZeitGeist or Archai voices that stirr in human depths, allows each and every one of us to approach the Archai Michael, the Time Spirit and get over the sentimentality of wild haired and tongue lolling loveable Einstein...  Time itself and all that time meant to Einstein must all be weighed in the Steiner/Einstein bridge.

                                                Suddenly we encounter when least expecting it, Vodin, Odin or the connection that Steiner has vividly made to Buddha and the Buddha's previous development as the higher Angelic being Odin and Steiner used the word Boding, knowing, intuiting.  Suddenly where we least expect to find things we find things.  And further we follow Buddha past his initiation of and lifting St. Francis out of earthly karma to join him in the big planetary Mars transformation adventure they are on, because St. Francis had shared a destiny with Buddha back to ancient days.  Yes and who might have been the previous student and devoted pupil of Buddha who would not leave his masters side even if he left earth and went to the devachan of Mars?  Nevermind you haven't the research abilities to cope with such a question.

                                                But with even further failure to understand much of any type of research into spiritual science we take a look at the most important and perplexing reality of the Two Jesus children.  Two unique forces in two unique Jesus children.  Again, it doesn't matter how you squirm, unless you have some spiritual science traction, you are clueless and might as well cling to faddish and in vogue cultural trickles and forgo your own Michael thinking core... Even if each person could approach the ZeitGeist Michael and Think, Speak, create, and write for themselves new creative and courageous chapters in Michael thinking.... rather fall back to the group grope of Hosanna and forgo the feeble attempts you make to climb one wrung of cognition higher.

                                                Vodin
                                                Odin/Vodin was very probably the Carantanian God of War
                                                His figure associated with St. Michael


                                                 


                                                St. Michael statue in the crypt of Stara gora (Castelmonte, 618 m) above the Friuli plains. There, the present-day St. Mary's pilgrim church was once consecrated to Archangel Michael.

                                                 

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                                                St. Margaret

                                                in the Legenda Aurea (Jacobus de Voragine 1275)

                                                In the Christian legend concerning St. Margaret, she was fighting with the dragon (devil), defeated him and is holding him on a chain. But in the people's belief, sometimes she unchained him, and he rushed into the world in form of a thunderstorm, causing tremendous destruction (Gugitz 1955, 82). Then, stormy weather hits the earth and causes severe damage. Therefore, St. Margaret's protection lasts only until her fete-day.

                                                Consequently, in regards to her ancient fete-day (July 12) several rules have been preserved in Slovenian rural life. It is said, for example, that until this day the hay has to be harvested, so that the farmer will have a second cutting. Indeed, thereafter thunder and lightning started, the rain began coming down, and then the great heat set in. In former times, almost all over Slovenia the haymakers were given a snake's head in the whetstone container (Möderndorfer 1946, 76). It was also said, that the berries are poisonous after this day, because they were licked by a snake. (Kuret 1988, 505).

                                                In Slovenia, the following custom survived in various parts of the country until recent times. At the end of the mowing season, the last hay lorry was brought in. The hay wagon was stacked low in front and high in the back, and young female rakers, accompanied by an accordion-player, were sitting on top of the wagon. A stuffed figure, called Baba, was part of the party. The mowing was literally completed by the time the last load was stacked on the lorry. The lorry was also nicknamed "baba". (Orel 1952, 152). Thus, the hay was saved from destruction and possible raving of the Goddess.

                                                The later and recent St. Margaret fete-days (July 20) coincide with the so-called dog-days, the hottest time of the year.  

                                              • holderlin66
                                                The weekend closest to the real midsummer day is when the Swedes hold their big summer festival, vaguely descended from a pagan summer solstice festival.
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                                                  The weekend closest to the "real" midsummer day is when the Swedes hold their big summer festival, vaguely descended from a pagan summer solstice festival.

                                                  Photo: Fredrik Sweger / Lou B. / www.imagebank.sweden.se

                                                  This feast is celebrated in the heart of the Nature, and on the days before Midsummer the Swedes leave towns and cities for country cottages, camping sites and marinas.

                                                  The oldest custom at Midsummer is, as in other parts of Europe, the lighting of a great bonfire, but in these latitudes the lightest night of the year was not the right time for dancing around a fire. So the bonfires were replaced by another early summer tradition;

                                                     

                                                  Painting by Krøyer called "Midsummer Night's Bonfire"

                                                  P.S. Krøyer: Skt. Hansbål på Skagen Strand, 1906
                                                  P.S. Krøyer: Midsummer Night's Bonfire at Skagen Strand, 1906

                                                  In Ancient Egypt, summer solstice was the most important day of the year. The sun was at its highest and the Nile River was beginning to rise. Inundation of the Nile

                                                  Special ceremonies were held to honor the Goddess Isis. Egyptians believed that Isis was mourning for her dead husband, Osiris, and that her tears made the Nile rise and well over. 

                                                  Accurately predicting the floods was of such vital importance that the appearance of Sirius, which occurs around the time of the summer solstice, was recognized as the beginning of the Egyptian New Year.

                                                  In ancient Egyptian mythology, the solar deity Horus defeated his uncle, Set, the Egyptian Lord of darkness and evil at this time of the year. This is linked with rebirth and resurrection. With this victory, divine order and fertility were restored in Egypt and it was thought that this event allowed the Nile floods to come, bringing life back to the Nile valley.

                                                  It was the hope of every Pharaoh of Egypt that upon his death he would travel safely through the Duat, the Egyptian afterworld, and "come into the light of day" in the kingdom of Ra, the Sun god, and join with that great god in his solar boat to become one of the imperishable stars.  Ra is one of the gods honored at the time of the Summer Solstice along with Horus."

                                                • Stephen Hale
                                                  ... hold ... Well, in our neck of the woods it s called Fourth of July . And three days before this event, the exact midpoint of the year occurs all around
                                                  Message 24 of 26 , Jul 4, 2007
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                                                    --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, "holderlin66"
                                                    <holderlin66@...> wrote:
                                                    >
                                                    > The weekend closest to the "real" midsummer day is when the Swedes
                                                    hold
                                                    > their big summer festival, vaguely descended from a pagan summer
                                                    > solstice festival.

                                                    Well, in our neck of the woods it's called "Fourth of July". And
                                                    three days before this event, the exact midpoint of the year occurs
                                                    all around the world. Thus, three days after the Summer Solstice
                                                    occurs, Saint John's Day is celebrated, although not largely here in
                                                    the west, due to abject ignorance of the significance. And three
                                                    days after the true midpoint of the year, we explode fireworks in an
                                                    overt act in commemoration of the signing of the Declaration of
                                                    Independence in 1776, which was also when the pact of the american
                                                    illuminati was signed into effect; also largely ignored today,
                                                    except for those students of spiritual science who really study and
                                                    get to know these things.

                                                    So, Happy 4th of July to those that acknowledge it for what it's
                                                    worth. In my experience, it means alot to the folk.

                                                    Steve
                                                  • Carol
                                                    In Quebec, we celebrate Le St Jean on the 24th of June, with bon fires in rural settings, parades in more urban ones, along with fireworks, concert events
                                                    Message 25 of 26 , Jul 4, 2007
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                                                      InQuebec , we celebrate ‘Le St Jean’ on the 24th of June,  with bon fires in rural settings,  parades in more urban ones,  along with fireworks, concert events etc.  It’s an extremely important holiday, there also exists the Société St Jean Baptiste  which overlooks the preservation of the French language in general.

                                                       

                                                      I’m not native of Quebec,  but I was told last week by a Quebecer that the ‘province’ adopted this national holiday around the time Canada established it’s own national holiday.  They both don’t share the same identity and therefore Quebec could never agree to exclusively partake in Canada's national celebration. 

                                                       

                                                      So it's an ongoing fact that Quebec celebrates  first, and conveniently is nestled more closely to the solstice.

                                                       

                                                      C.    

                                                       
                                                       
                                                       
                                                       
                                                      ----- Original Message -----
                                                      Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2007 10:23 PM
                                                      Subject: [anthroposophy] Re: Your fully loaded Midsummer Mystery by bradford

                                                      --- In anthroposophy@ yahoogroups. com, "holderlin66"
                                                      <holderlin66@ ...> wrote:
                                                      >
                                                      > The weekend closest to the "real" midsummer day is when the Swedes
                                                      hold
                                                      > their big summer festival, vaguely descended from a pagan summer
                                                      > solstice festival.

                                                      Well, in our neck of the woods it's called "Fourth of July". And
                                                      three days before this event, the exact midpoint of the year occurs
                                                      all around the world. Thus, three days after the Summer Solstice
                                                      occurs, Saint John's Day is celebrated, although not largely here in
                                                      the west, due to abject ignorance of the significance. And three
                                                      days after the true midpoint of the year, we explode fireworks in an
                                                      overt act in commemoration of the signing of the Declaration of
                                                      Independence in 1776, which was also when the pact of the american
                                                      illuminati was signed into effect; also largely ignored today,
                                                      except for those students of spiritual science who really study and
                                                      get to know these things.

                                                      So, Happy 4th of July to those that acknowledge it for what it's
                                                      worth. In my experience, it means alot to the folk.

                                                      Steve

                                                    • nadmateescu
                                                      One month ago, Holderlin brought the subject of the Midsummer experience in a fully loaded mystery anchored in ancient roots of the great epochs of humanity.
                                                      Message 26 of 26 , Aug 4, 2007
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                                                        One month ago, Holderlin brought the subject of the Midsummer
                                                        experience in a fully loaded mystery anchored in ancient roots of the
                                                        great epochs of humanity. Now, he was there, in the platonic school
                                                        among with his friend, quarreling in the Italian Renaissance period,
                                                        and I am pretty sure that he knows what he is talking about.

                                                        "I said to Her: "I see your face,
                                                        But I yearn for all of you.
                                                        What You have not held back from the boy,
                                                        That -- the young man also wants!"

                                                        "To Egypt go!" -- a voice within proclaimed.
                                                        First to Paris! -- Steampower carried me further south.
                                                        Feeling did not fight with mind at all:
                                                        Mind was silent, like a fool."

                                                        "Deep in Earth's heart lies the flower, the source of the Spirit that
                                                        binds all in its form. The Flower of Life is as thine own place of
                                                        Spirit and streams through the Earth as thy flows through thy form"
                                                        From the Emerald Tablets

                                                        "The story of the adduction of Persephone is best told in the Hymn to
                                                        Demeter. The story begins in the middle, i.e., Persephone is kidnapped
                                                        as part of a secret agreement between Zeus and Hades. Although Demeter
                                                        is one of the six Olympians and brother to Zeus and Hades, she was not
                                                        told of the fate of her beloved daughter until it was (almost) too late.

                                                        While at play with the beautiful daughters of Okeanos (Ocean),
                                                        Persephone was picking flowers... but these weren't earthly flowers...
                                                        these flowers were the work of Zeus and put there for "a girl with a
                                                        flower's beauty". The flowers were there to guide Persephone to The
                                                        Trap. A beautiful, divine trap... the trigger for the trap was an
                                                        irresistible flower with one hundred stems of fragrant blossoms. When
                                                        Persephone reached out with both hands to pluck the flower the earth
                                                        opened at her feet. Hades roared forth in his golden chariot and
                                                        seized her before the alarm could be raised."

                                                        Tha Black Madonna mystery and the Raphael's Madonna mystery. Well, it
                                                        seems that Holderlin knows his stuff. He points as well the tree, the
                                                        Yggdrassil Norse legend.

                                                        http://garyosborn.moonfruit.com/revelations2

                                                        It's a good site that I've found yesterday, but I think that the
                                                        author can't grasp the full Midsummer Mystery.

                                                        http://garyosborn.moonfruit.com/revelations2

                                                        I bet on it, as I bet on that in the beautifull painting of St Jerome
                                                        that he found, the whole Earth life is there.
                                                        "Who is wearing the red stole?"

                                                        P.S. Sorry for my English as allways...

                                                        --- In anthroposophy@yahoogroups.com, "holderlin66" <holderlin66@...>
                                                        wrote:
                                                        >
                                                        > The weekend closest to the "real" midsummer day is when the Swedes hold
                                                        > their big summer festival, vaguely descended from a pagan summer
                                                        > solstice festival.
                                                        > [http://www.sweden.se/upload/Sweden_se/english/Events/midsommar.jpg%5d
                                                        > Photo: Fredrik Sweger / Lou B. / www.imagebank.sweden.se
                                                        > <http://www.imagebank.sweden.se/>
                                                        >
                                                        > This feast is celebrated in the heart of the Nature, and on the days
                                                        > before Midsummer the Swedes leave towns and cities for country cottages,
                                                        > camping sites and marinas.
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        > The oldest custom at Midsummer is, as in other parts of Europe, the
                                                        > lighting of a great bonfire, but in these latitudes the lightest night
                                                        > of the year was not the right time for dancing around a fire. So the
                                                        > bonfires were replaced by another early summer tradition;
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        > [Painting by Krøyer called "Midsummer Night's Bonfire"]
                                                        >
                                                        > P.S. Krøyer: Skt. Hansbål på Skagen Strand, 1906
                                                        > P.S. Krøyer: Midsummer Night's Bonfire at Skagen Strand, 1906
                                                        >
                                                        >
                                                        > In Ancient Egypt, summer solstice was the most important day of the
                                                        > year. The sun was at its highest and the Nile River was beginning to
                                                        > rise. Inundation of the Nile
                                                        > <http://www.crystalinks.com/inundation.html>
                                                        > Special ceremonies were held to honor the Goddess Isis.
                                                        > <http://www.crystalinks.com/isis.html> Egyptians believed that Isis was
                                                        > mourning for her dead husband, Osiris,
                                                        > <http://www.crystalinks.com/osiris.html> and that her tears made the
                                                        > Nile rise and well over.
                                                        > Accurately predicting the floods was of such vital importance that the
                                                        > appearance of Sirius, which occurs around the time of the summer
                                                        > solstice, was recognized as the beginning of the Egyptian New Year.
                                                        > In ancient Egyptian mythology, the solar deity Horus
                                                        > <http://www.crystalinks.com/horus.html> defeated his uncle, Set, the
                                                        > Egyptian Lord of darkness and evil at this time of the year. This is
                                                        > linked with rebirth and resurrection. With this victory, divine order
                                                        > and fertility were restored in Egypt and it was thought that this event
                                                        > allowed the Nile floods to come, bringing life back to the Nile valley.
                                                        > It was the hope of every Pharaoh of Egypt that upon his death he would
                                                        > travel safely through the Duat, the Egyptian afterworld, and "come into
                                                        > the light of day" in the kingdom of Ra, the Sun god, and join with that
                                                        > great god in his solar boat to become one of the imperishable stars. Ra
                                                        > is one of the gods honored at the time of the Summer Solstice along with
                                                        > Horus."
                                                        >
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