Apollo, lord of the wide quiver fair
And far-sped arrows, found her on a day
Wrestling unarmed against a lion bold,
And cried to Chiron: “Son of Philyra,
Come from thy sacred cavern and behold
What woman’s soul can dare!
This calm-browed girl essays a wondrous fight,
Her heart no toil can weaken, and her mind
No fear subdue. Born of what mortal kind
Is she, and stolen from what tribe of might,
Who haunts these glades of shadowy mountains wild?
Illimitable strength her actions prove….
Pindar, Ninth Pythian Ode, Apollo sets eyes on Cyrene
This hour of sunless gloom
Evokes a forceful impulse in the soul
To open and reveal the strength in her,
To make her way into the darkest places
And there what senses later shall impart
Feel as a telling warmth about the heart.
Rudolf Steiner, Calendar of the Soul
Light – is it Sunlight? – out from Spirit-deeps
struggles to shine;
translated into lively strength of will
clear through the cloudiness of sense it burns,
releasing energy that turns
passionate drives into creative thrust
that ripens into work amongst mankind
Rudolf Steiner, Calendar of the Soul, Thirty-first week
It should be seen and heard that repentance has been brought into actualization and has now been fully activated by the collective knowledge of the requisite number of beings.
May the spirit of the offering be received as it was made, with pure intent.
The perfect sacrifice is that which is most dearly beloved yet does no longer involve the corporeal shedding of blood.
There are those who fear that the deepest esoteric secrets and teachings of the original universal states would be exposed and taken in vain and it is to be hoped that the encryption is secure enough to prevent wrongful disclosure.
Overall it is considered now that things once kept as a reserve for the few should now be made available to one and all, in the interest of equality. To remain open to evolutionary change is a fundamental duty of the priests of true religions.
To proceed with care is necessary for there is a paradox that must be maintained in order to preserve mystical essence and the corpus of strength whilst ensuring that light within this body is allowed to penetrate beyond the boundaries of dogma.
That all was created through the technicolour language of love with joy and pain is known; the writing on the walls has been seen. The consequential beauty was so immeasurable as to be rendered invisible to the naked eye in all ways but one that is nature unveiled.
This in itself is that which is usually seen and is the perpetual unfoldment of an immaculate conception. Immaculate because it was brought into being that it may be more than a figment of love’s imagination.
The perfect original as it came into effect during the given age is therefore experienced but frequently unknown though this has been shown. There is more that could be said of the creation but the only word capable of defining this much is held within. The captive heart of love is bound forever by the memory of how it felt to remember this. Fortune was blessed as a spectrum of light stretched across the soul’s plane to show that the mirror of heaven is upon the Earth.
This is to bring hope anew to whosoever has fainted from despair and sees, though they cannot yet believe, that the circle of the arch of the sky is completed beneath the surface of the oceans and sands.