Blessed are those who have not seen, and yet believe

Blessed are those who have not seen, and yet believe. There is a corollary to this: Cursed are those who have seen, and are not believed.

The final stage of the Seven Stages of the Passion of Christ is Resurrection. Before that is the Stage called Entombment. Complete powerlessness to effect anything. The own will is impotent.

During our lives we experience all Seven Stages, often in a not at all linear fashion. For example, where we are attacked for our thought, that is a Crowning with Thorns. At the same time, the whole is from moment to moment a kind of forge, where the own spirit becomes an individualized sword of the Dude who does not bring Peace. Where our will reaches, our truth speaks in words and deeds.

At the same time, it should not be assumed that we are doing nothing during moments of entombment. Internal alchemical miracles ripen in such an environment.

I’ve had some difficulty communicating what is experienced, and putting that into language. The Aristotelians in the Anthroposophical Society are fascinated with “clairvoyance”, after all their Master had that power in spades, or so it is believed. Yet, Steiner was on to something when he pointed to the potential of thinking, such that his first works support the development of something that could be called: conscious cognition, or clair-thinking.

For me this clair-thinking has various qualities, the main one being an awake kind of intercourse between the own I, and the World Thoughts. Tomberg urged “learning to think on our knees”, and Steiner saw the same from an additional point of view: “It thinks in me”.

In one sense we could speak of Anthroposophia as the Imagination. Just as Ahriman is the untamed by the heart intellect, so is future potential for human beings waiting in the Anthroposophia/Imagination experience.

Goethe pioneered a strict and careful phenomenology. We set aside our cognitive process, for the pure experience of the phenomena, and learn to read what It speaks. We can aid this process be intentionally recreating in our own imagination the phenomenal experience. As with any human activity, there are stages of development, which might be: first skill, then craft, and finally art.

Harder to appreciate is that this form of perception is centered in the life of feeling. Well, harder for some, … for a musician nothing could be more obvious.

When a musician hears music that is disharmonious, grossly so, there is a kind of pain, depending of the one’s “taste” in a kind of way.

When I read and hear folks talk about the Mystery Rite of the plandemic-Pandemonium Reboot, using the conventional narrative, my soul burns with the pain of the illogical and money driven crime in process.

I don’t often disagree with the Mystery, understanding the reality of leaving the big picture to the Big Picture Folk, yet … where is the reach of my will? Say nothing? Do nothing?

A friend asked about politics and the future. I replied, in accord with my sense of the music, and what might be helpful themes that are both honest, and workable.

When I think on my knees, and It thinks in me, I have not at all abandoned self. We dance together, and I record that dance in words on the page. The “feelings” of pain cannot be communicated, although the burning rage at those who act upon humanity in such traitorous fashion, remains.

He threw the money changers out of the temple. Can we do any less?

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