Rép. : [anthroposophy] Jupitered! Lazarus'd!
- Hello Dear Folks,
Jan and Harvey talked
And guess what Danny heard!
Has also looked at the Stars
Earlier ( and will also do in the Future...),
So looking in the same Direction Forward
Let me add my grains of salt to this Wonderful
Thought-Felt (tiz more than mere "e-mails!") Let us be in this same Qualitativeness
World always - our Self, ourselves
Wrought Golden Age out of Christ the Impulse
To LAND - have Brotherhood - Result(s),
And of course a New Planet to come
As the Earth and our Individualized
Materiality is Jupitered, Lazarus'd;
The Cosmos of Man is Gradual-AUM'd!
And Harvey has showed the Way!
A Language Camphor-Imaginative,
The Tongue of Fire of the Apocalyptist;
Verily it is the Sign FLUID - an Entrance
In a River a Wonder Swan Song to the Old;
The Song I also want to Sing with Jan
My Wise Friend Devachan-Enthusiastic
Who knows a whole Lore and the True Music -
Sound Principle(s) of the Tonic Solar Winds
Piping in our lungs the Rythms of the Heart so Dear...
Ô Muse, I have to say!
Jan and Harvey - I Praise Ye!
Sages of the Ayur-RIGEL-Veda that you are;
Again, Look at the very Useful Scheme Amfortas
Of the Wounds - a Break in Start by there
The Transubstantiation - send a Light into Hades!
To pay gladly the price is our Second Nature
Natural Will to make happen Heaven;
Sake of the Rose to be 10th Hierarchy
Loving one another - Touch Tender Soft;
Read the LOVE - warm arms and hands;
The picture is clear; the gesture is here;
When we use the "Vestal Silk" as a clothing;
We are the Platonics in sense world pouring
Down the Blood Nova Circulation Ethereal;
An Actualized Dove-like-Essene Gentle Smile;
A Salutation, Proximity - our very palms and eyes
Conductors Intrinsic of the Trinity in our veins!
To walk now in this with you is a Blessing;
You are a Rare People who with Emphasis
Wisdom-Weaved Foundation Basic a Stand
Under the Luminaries - Truly Active;
You Anthroposophists on duty Mission
Good all there is Connect it Sophia -
Isis back - give the Respect(ive) - Meaning -
Ahimsa-Embracing - all creatures Helping;
Show the Noble as Deeds; Cherished;
In Wish to see more; something like a spread
'Paying it Forward' - the GOOD WILL!
Let me add the picture to Contemplate
The 25th - Christmas Sunset - see Venus
And the Moon (Crescent Visible)
Conjunct in the Sky as a Further
Positive Omen from the Celestial to Add
To the 24th Vesta and Sun Combination!
(I'm getting in an 'ABC' of Intuitive Astrosophy! ;)
Sirius matter of Orion
And have a Magical Snow Season,
----Message original -----
De : Jan<starbirdgarden@...>
Harvey Wrote -
"So now from the spine of the High Cliffs of Warriors, we dare rent the word
"Therefore" from analytically-fanged prowess most hunterlike, to strengthen
the artist's frail parallel notion "inference". As though the subtle, made
to compete with the iron-clad, the overt, comes up too soft, too ephemeral,
too Atlantean, too San Franciscan to delineate in the hard core of the
overt, and beauty could not compete with power. So, as an aside, what is
inference itself, but what we bring into the world: FERO, carry into thought
from the Manas realm, Ferrum, Michaelic Archetypal Iron, Ferrum, carry like
Marco Polo bears spice from Arakis, carries it from Metaphysical Oriental
places and haunts into the realm of transmuted dream, i.e., dream that has,
been in the spirit of 2001 'monololithed', Jupitered', dream made conscious,
dream which has been "full fathom-fived'", made rich and strange, invested
like a jewel into a ring into the bedrock metal of necessity, into the flesh
and husk of the outer word, Dream alchemically leaven'd --- hmmm! ---
what's the verb we're looking for?, - "Lazarus'd " The flesh of concrete
ideas Lazarus'd. For 'to Lazarus' the literal, to deliver words and concepts
from the stale corpses of the literal, to create such exodus from the
tyranny of the stranglehold of the obvious, this word, this moment, this
sand-grain cannot be the expression of one figure passing through the
hourglass's isthmus of history, one gloriously recounted spike of nanosecond
on the stopwatch of news, but the word has suddenly, courtesy of
imagination,fresh from the single point, become elastic, and now defines,
now invites the practice, the road to the perfection of modern day alchemy.
Every time one Lazarus's the literal, a current of subtle ecstasy, a drop of
interior Aqua Regia most ambrosia-like, performs a holy absolving, wholly
dissolving act of De-Arabization, DeChurchification, DeNazi-fication,
De-Ethnic Cleansing better, to speak to the universality of the pathology
rather than its mere epicenters,, a de-dogmatization, a 'de-rednecking' of
an Ahrimanic coagulatory straight-jacket." - Harvey
Jan - This speaks my language! I have loved and lived with this post, having
the fun which is, as Danny reminded us, fun-damental to the nature of our
quest. Lazurus'd! Waved like a wand at dead situations, tired
relationships, bringing all to new life, new view. A ride with the High
Elves to higher destinations, hierarchical beings, a new Star Trek.
Bradford too does it with consummate ease, bringing levity forces of mirth,
good humour to bear upon what is over-burdened with gravitas... (Cheer up
Ahriman! Be of good cheer.... I am glad that you joined us on the forum!)
To talk with Harvey and all good friends on this ferrum-forum is to
con-verse in the true sense, to dance a coranto, take a turn around the
cosmos in courteous and courtly roundelay. We face one another in
cyberspace, bow or nod, exchange, partake and part, taking up and passing
on, meeting, greeting and above all, accepting, tolerating. If we do cross
Swords, it is only to see bright sparks fly, to fall where they will and
illumine what they chance upon. Because this is a lively jig, and to join in
is to be nut-cracked, stone-rolled, pitted - Jupitered, Lazarus'd!
We have full-fathomed heights of cosmic bowel motions, wandered with
planets, shone Lazar-Lazarus'd-beamed light into long darkened places,
sought stars in strange places, and most importantly, met, re-met, renewed
and formed friendships that will be able to stand in future adversity yet
undreamed of. How the Angels of Karma adapt and bless this, their trawling
net of fallen, rising ethers!
And now, on the earth we may walk through the Valley of the Shadow, but
Harvey has shown us that even the Scorpion, "once and future eagle" is not
Ferrum, strength bearing meteoric iron! To suffer, to bear, and whilst
Ahriman would bear down upon us to make of bearing only an enduring, Michael
bids us 'bear aloft', to offer, to confer .... Turn 'therefore' into for
As "Radiant Beings of Ether worlds bear the Christ Word to Man" - Steiner
The Angel said, 'Rise!' and in so doing we draw to us, and into us, the life
bearing forces of levity in due measure, and can rise above what is
ad-versed and be in a position to offer what we have Spica-gleaned on
travail'd earth, new bread of life, human way-bread.
This week my Dear Book-Finder gifted me a beautiful limited edition of
Blackwood's 'Pan's Garden' a collection of semi-autobiographical stories
with human earth nexus as theme.
The absolute integration of humanity and environment is denied by many
today. It is posited that humanity is largely superfluous, even parasitic of
the earth, and only the elite and a serving section of humanity should
people the planet, with numbers carefully controlled. Eugenics is gaining
credibility in certain scientific circles today.
Steiner repeatedly counters this lie. (In Occult Science, and elsewhere,
newcomers to anthroposophy can find the true relatedness of humanity to
earth past, present and future.) My study this week has been the
'Supersensible Man' cycle which also brings out the importance on the earth
of the activity of the dead, speaking in particular of the effect of the
dead resounding in and from the sun-sphere upon our life on earth. An
amazing, wonderful cycle.
The human being, unlike animal, plant or mineral is creative of new forces.
Without even the shed corpses of humans whether cremated or buried, Steiner
assures us, the earth mission would fail for lack of necessary forces.
In a story 'The Golden Fly' that has shades of William Blake
Blackwood tells of a man who identifies with worldly reputation and success
to such an extent that the loss of both leads him to contemplate suicide.
Failure bears down heavily upon him, weighting and pressing. Desolate and
desperate he wanders into a Forest.
Quote " There he flung himself down wearily in the shadow of a little pine
copse. And his crumbling universe lay down with him, for he could not escape
it." end quote
But his pain 'altars' his perception.... "The deep, majestic Day gave
him a push, as if the shoulder of some star had brushed his own" as with
Joel's Golden Boy!
Sweeping a dancing golden fly from his arm, he accidentally, or
unconsciously kills it, and feels suddenly and most unexpectedly how the
landscape around him is subtly altered, how it registers the loss of a
viewpoint, which was the fly life. He feels crushed, as if a great hand
hovers above him also. Ahriman exacts revenge for financial failure.
Quote- "Pain as a means and not an end had cleared the way... Con-version
is a miracle. No ordinary pain can bring it....The pain cultivated dormant
tracts. The terror also purged, it disclosed... He watched the wind and
even the wind brought revelation; for without the obstacles in its path it
would be silent. He watched the sunshine, and the sunshine taught him too;
for without obstacles to fling it back against his eye he could never see
it. He would neither hear the tinkling water nor feel the summer heat unless
both one and other overcame some reluctant medium in their pathways. And,
similarly, with his moral being - his pain resulted from the friction of his
personal ambitions against the stress of some noble Power that sought to
lift him higher. That Power he could not know direct, but he recognized
it's strain against him by the resistance it generated in the inertia of his
selfishness. His attitude of mind had switched completely round. It was
what the preachers termed development through suffering. Moreover, he had
acquired this energy of resistance somehow from the wind and sun and the
beauty of a common summers day. Their peace and strength had passed into
himself. Unconsciously on his way home he drew upon it steadily. He tossed
the pistol into a pool of water. Nature had healed him; and Nature, should
he turn weak again, was always there. It was very wonderful. He wanted to
sing...." end quote from 'The Golden Fly'
The Christ forces in Nature Lazarus'd him! "Bright, haunting eyes with love
in them, gazed at him from the blue" Lazurite blue, Lapis stoned. Levity,
the merry jest that tells a story, the smiling love in Nature, raised him to
his true stature as a human being who lives in relatedness and
responsibility with the environment he continually creates both for himself
and for others. For him, nature was lazure painted, transparent, all veils
Our work on this Forum creates an environment for those who are unaware of
such crucial spiritual linkage, for whom thoughts are not yet things. In a
subtle sense it clears the air.
And it is true that there will be various forms of transitional 'free
energy', many of which still turn ethers into sub ethers, into electricity.
Ultimately energy will moral, be starlit, etherically generated within
groups of people who have developed forces inherent in true brotherhood,
which alone can safely 'earth' without 'insulating' supra-earthly powers. It
will be timely, musical, voiced, tonic.
it is for this reason that I venture on to this forum, where I am able to
come into relation with those who have superior understanding, more
developed souls, and dance the dance about the world and the whirled, so
that physically unseen, purely in spirit, a brotherhood of watching, willing
souls can be formed,to stand in readiness for when call to action comes,
whenever that may be, trusted enough to watch one another's backs, which,
like Pilgrim's go unarmoured. In kindness to one another we become kin.
A new designation for humanity is 'time poor'. We have no time to spare,
are 'timed out'. 'Lunch is for wimps' unless it is microwaved so that Time
with its rhythms is no longer an ingredient. There is to be no time to
digest the Book that is both sweet and bitter.
Those of us who read or write on this forum, who ponder and think over what
is offered give and take time, weave threads and rhythms. To those who have
given much, from whom I have learned, I offer thanks not only for myself,
but for the world that is renewed and maintained by such work and effort. It
is no little thing.
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