Part 2 of the first Arcanum read from G.O. Mebes’ Tarot Majors Course.
The first Arcanum of G.O. Mebes’ Tarot Majors Course.
A recording of the About the Author section translated into English from the Russian original of G.O. Mebes’ Tarot Majors Course.
Foreword to the new English translation of G.O.M’s Tarot Majors Course
“Meek”, He said, “the World is Thine,
This the reason: Just, Divine.
Bless these words, inform the start.
Energy, Created Art.”
“Hews the wall with might of magic,
Breaks the palisade in pieces,
Hews to atoms seven pickets …
Speaks the Master words of knowledge!”
“Come! We are Planets, to visit our place –
Oceans of timelessness, true outer space –
Enter the realm of your mind’s inner eye,
Follow its highway, fear not as we try,
Tossing and turning, to keep to our course,
Troubled by meteors: Flux is our force”.
The stars, which are moving, incline and thee, tell,
“Share, thee, our light, the immortal sea wealth.
Mythology heroes are with us for learning,
Framing the cosmos within which we’re turning.
Prayers, cherished hopes and the moonlight of dreams,
Knights, ladies, unicorns, charmers and Queens –
Shimmer around us in aeons of blue,
Promising Earthlings that dreams can come true.”
It is not ‘legitimate initiation’ which constitutes the chain – or rather the flow – of the tradition – but rather the niveau and authenticity of spiritual experience and the depth of thought that it comprises. Therefore it is initiation per se which consitutes the Hermetic tradition across the ages, and not the transmission of initiation by way of rituals and formulae. If the tradition depended only on the latter it would already long ago have been either extinguished or certainly lost in the jungle of quarrels over rights and legitimacy. Now, it is he who knows from first-hand experience who represents the tradition, and it is his authentic knowledge which is his legitimacy.
Meditations on the Tarot, Letter XV, The Devil
Four words crystallize the spirit in the place of power.
In the sixth month the white snow is suddenly seen to fly.
At the third watch the disk of the sun sends out shining rays.
On the water blows the wind of gentleness.
Wandering in Heaven, one eats the spirit-power of the receptive.
And the deeper secret within the secret :
The land that is nowhere, that is the true home
The Secret of the Golden Flower, Richard Wilhelm and Carl Jung
With his world-created eye;
He is bound by what he sees
To joy and pain of the World,
He is bound to all
That becomes, but no less
To all that falls headlong
Into dark realms of the Abyss.
With the spirit-endowed eye;
He is bound by what he beholds
To spirit-hoping and spiritual sustaining force;
He is bound by it to all
That has roots in eternities
And in eternities bears fruit.
But man can behold
Only when he feels the inner eye itself
As a member of the Divine Spirit
Which on the stage of the human soul
In the temple of the human body
Works the deeds of Gods.
Mankind is now forgetful
Of the Divine inner realm,
But it is our will to bring it
Into the clear light of consciousness,
And then bear above rubble and ashes
The divine flames in the heart of man.
Lightning-bolts may therefore shatter
Our houses in the world of sense;
We are building houses of the soul
From the iron-firm.
Light-weaving of knowledge.
And downfall of the outer
Shall become ascent
Of innermost soul-being.
Suffering draws near
From the powers of material force;
Hope rays forth its light,
Even when darkness surrounds us;
And it will one day
Well up in our memory,
When after the darkness
We can again live in the light.
We would not let this inner light be lacking
In sun-illumined future times
Because we now in suffering
Have failed to plant it in our souls.
Rudolf Steiner, “Wahrspruchworte”