Re: [anthroposophy] Mr. Clean and Achilles
- Straight Arrow Through Time this morning,
Hitting Right On, Hitting Right In;
Against Ahriman you earn a point,
If to Ajax, Reincarnational next step you add:
The name of Lord George Gordon Noel Byron
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De : danifyou@...
I think that if we Chi-run the Good Will,
our Legs produce, White Horse, New Eyes, Wing the Head New Thinking - See - Perceive Supersensible the Sophia Weave-World of Wisdom.
Just like you do. ;)
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De : jan<starbirdgarden@...>
On 2/8/03 4:51 pm, "danifyou@..." <danifyou@...>
> 'Karma Chameleon',
> Let me call this a Short Mystery Drama for the need of the situation - the
> narrator speak personnaly, see:
> 'The Tale of the Night Watchman'
> Just read this again, and feel it more deeply. This, to me. Is what the
> Michael School really is. This is in-sight of the first order. It goes to the
> heart. Many thanks for sharing it, Jan
> In a context of emergence effulgent-active, 2 days ago I found myself at night
> working, lobby access-controlling in my building, chatting clothes matter with
> a friend there employee of "call center" for IBM - basically a helper on the
> phone, a communicator. So I came to talk to him about the virtues of Egyptian
> cotton as a fabric excellent summer outfit. To my half astonishment he told me
> that he was Egyptian himself knowing that matter very well, his father was
> working in such a field of activity; we agreed at the greatness of that
> particular type of clothing useless to say. He went on after left went outside
> smoke a cigarette, while meantime I got into the bright idea of asking if by
> coincidence his name meant something. Coming back as he was, I asked, and him
> to tell me indeed, 'Fouad' means Paul he said and 'Boulos': Heart.
> Then myself to reply: "your parents must be Christian then..."
> Exactly said he at the same time showing me the tattoo of a Cross, bearing on
> his wrist...
> I found our exchange most interesting as he went on next saying he was
> Orthodox, we talked a bit about the difference between this creed as to when
> Easter is celebrated for them as oppose to other denominations etc...
> And so he went back to work, I kept looking at him as he was going away; I was
> gazing at his countenance broad chess massiveness, thinking how we've always
> had from the beginning a relation cordial of Mutual Respect; I couldn't miss
> that indeed he had much of what I could describe as gladiator like features,
> as opposed to me who with the forces of Imagination much as I grew up; only
> rised up to a 5' 8" something, but yet athletic though not broad as him. I
> couldn't help, twas clear to me he once was a warrior, we've known each other
> by the past no doubt; Sympathy and Intrinsic Recognition of the I's;
> Harmonious and Peaceful in the chat. But more interesting even it has been
> when in the morning back home I was heading, walking down Mountain Street, to
> a park spending some time contemplating the trees, birds, the white clovers
> carpet and the squirrels stand by them looking and also studying.
> These creatures are really of Zeus, look at them, in my mind I made the words
> to resound... Just like lightning, swift and quick from tree to tree, flames,
> but also as they we're two and playing with a branch like a stick holding and
> throwing themselves and it in the air, contorsionnists and rolling down
> allternatively jumping on the trees and going after one another, much like
> little monkeys!
> Soon was to arrive a man with a box to drop bread on the ground. I said to
> myself here is again a story of Squirrels and Bread! Turned out to be like a
> little Circus as one took a round bun almost larger then himself, looking now
> as if playing with a balloon!
> Pigeons didn't take long came along and I went on in the direction of the man
> who took a seat was drinking a coffee, seated near-by on bench, within the
> foundations resting, the outer walls, ruins of a church we we're in..
> As I came close-walked he said: "Heyyyyhhhh!... how are you?..." saluting me
> with his hand and arm in the air, just like we welcome a friend - as I
> approached went nearer for a talk that was now to start, we shook hands.
> That's a big box full of bread there... you're a baker sir asked I, seeing he
> was somehow dirty with flour on himself...
> "No no, I zweep my vriend", ok, so Mr. Clean thought I... Went to tell I've
> been baker assistant once and know how it is about all those things...
> I had to ask him if he was German, for his accent was to that much likeness..
> He told he was from the North, Nunavik I think, his mother was native.... I
> knew he could only have been from such a region, I could see Saturn fire in
> his eye and dry skin features likeness of the produce of arid earth swept by
> So he was standing North-West in relation to me(South-East I was - countenance
> not huge, likeness to the once Krishna in India I'd say..., himself, a
> combattant of some sort, the features quite muscular) and talking very close
> to me(his own idiosyncrasy) as in a soldier fashion I'd say, that share to
> another his strong presence, gesture as if to divulgue a war secret or a
> strategy to a companion of battle...
> I felt the North in him, the Ice, the Night, the Aurora Borealis and the Stars
> and the Music...
> But what was evenmore strongly manifesting was in fact in him - that he was,
> full of Folk!
> To feel a Christ Folk Soul Group region of the North!
> Corrollary as I realize the situation, he started to talk about the Pro-French
> enforced LANGUAGE policy of the Québec government as a law that you cannot
> have the English as your business only posting name advertised We dialogued,
> I went to take the bus after a while, short story I had to go, he told me
> little that he was also working on metal, a roof near by, painting and
> removing dust as he went speak with what must have been the owner of some kind
> of warehouse for engines, parts etc. no more details do I give to you beside
> that this park is right beside where there is horses barns....
> But one thing is too, that with his shaved head, the name Ajax came to my
> mind... Indeed as in the Odyssey, making sense, Mr. Clean as I said to myself,
> Ajax Swept!
> This lead us to the destiny of Achille and Odysseus. As historical characters
> in interrelational togetherness with the Gods, it is no small wonder that
> these guys and others who we're once for a cause together would come back
> later rise again to interrelate with a God walked with in the flesh as Christ
> Incarnated on Earth...
> As I had witnessed 2 warriors in their Modern Peaceful occupations of a
> carreer in a matter of few hours, namely Ajax and the other I know as
> Egyptian, yet non formally identified I am also able to now say in a rather
> blunt way as I am tired and conclude now this post mine after my night of
> watch, that the Solid I have Recognized here and on which I would build much
> myself and as he himself has built much and
> Hyperion-Most High-recognized Christ
> "the Unique" as Messiah; I am speaking of the Hot Tempered Peter-Achille who
> drew the Sword and who did cut the ear of a soldier as Christ to him after
> said that who shall kill with the sword shall perish by the sword.
> Just as it happened to Odysseus the Baptist...
> And so this Song Olympic once again as Achille with His Quick Feet Arrived
> 'ACHILLES LAST STAND'
> "Oh, to sail away
> To sandy lands and other day
> Oh, to touch the dream
> That hides and is never seen, yeah
> Into the sun, the south the north
> Flys the birds of gold" !
> "Oh, to ride the wind
> To tread the air above the din" ...
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