The Gravity of the Situation

The Gravity of the Situation

– a mediation on the Presence and Fullness of the Holy Mother –

zero grounded ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!!~~emanations and all … aka: miracles …

Too much Zero Gravity and bad stuff happens to our bodies, and perhaps our heart’s mind as well. Falling usually hurts, when we hit the “ground”. A well adjusted person is often called: grounded. At the same time parents use the word “grounded” when they attempt to confine the chaos inducing social flights of young people.

Newton supposedly saw an apple fall from a tree, and intuited the existence of the force of “gravity”. Much mathematical abstract thinking followed, although the romantic John Ruskin, in his: “the Queen of the Air” (a dissertation on the ancient Greeks’ ideas of the spiritual beings of the Air), says that Newton forgot to ask the more fundamental question: How did the apple get up there in the first place?

Sometimes we only learn something by placing the object of thought in its natural context.

Children have a lot of direct experience at falling. They also have to stand up, run, cavort&dance. The idea “down” needs the idea of “up”, or its meaning is incomplete. A ballet dancer seems to “levitate”. Birds and insects fly. Clouds … oh, clouds. The movie Arrival has some interesting stuff to say about clouds, and, apparently alien beings who manipulate both time and space.

I sit on my deck sometimes and watch the birds fly in and out of the dense arborvitae and not cause leaf movement with their wings. Birds fly in and out of trees all the time, and do not crash and fall down dead. I’m sure there is what we have come to call: a reasonable scientific explanation for this phenomena. Yet, if you throw unidentified flying objects and crop circles into these mysterious happenings, which … yes, are inexplicable if real … still, are we not entitled to feel wonder and awe just at the existence of our own conscious minds?

Laughter comes from an experience we sometimes call “levity”. We take drugs to get high, and then lie on the ground like an immovable stone. The “high” to experience is non-material. Folks have incredible visions on “mushrooms”, which as a plant could not be more “of the ground, the soil, and the “earth”.

In Ernst Lehrs’ wonderful gospel of physics – “Man or Matter – introduction to a spiritual understanding of nature on the basis of Goethe’s method of training observation and thought”, he devotes “Chapter IX Pro Levitate” to a discussion of the history of the idea that there exists a polarity between gravity and “levity”. Gravity is point centered, while levity is “centered” in the periphery.

Gravity is then part of a pair. Not alone. Levity is what makes it possible for a three hundred foot tall Sequoia to lift hundreds of gallons of water, from bottom (down) to top (up), every day. Levity is what makes upward plant growth happen, and is the answer to the question that Ruskin points out Newton did not ask.

Call to mind now, laying down in your bed after a hard days work. We have our own personal levity forces, and as these tire, we need rest, and to rest we succumb/surrender to gravity in order to sail the seas of Morpheus, and enjoy visions and dreams, and nightmares too.

In unnatural science, gravity is connected to the idea of “mass”. The greater the “mass”, the more wide spread the pull – down and in. A planet is a huge mass, running and dancing with a bunch of other big “masses” we call planets, moons and stars.

This same incomplete science began to blow up stuff in a “hadron super-collider” looking for what it called “the god particle”. They had a hard time finding a tiny bit of stuff to explain “mass”. Since they imagined a world with only the gravity phenomena, the existence of peripheral phenomena is not noticed. Meanwhile, over in astronomical physics they discovered that stellar movement could not be explain just by the existence of mass centered objects such as stars.

The equations suggested that there had to be about 90% more mass, that was not visible, so they made up the ideas of “dark matter” and “dark energy”. They imagine only point centered entities, not realizing that Mom’ Love, the “field” of gravity, is paired with His Love, the “field” of levity, or life. They’re Inseparable those Two.

The roots of this pattern of weak scientific thought come from a confusion in scientific philosophy that posits that the only thing that matters is the quantitative – what can be measured and counted. The qualitative aspect of existence – such as the taste of a tomato, and which some call qualia, don’t have to be included. Qualia – to science – are subjective states of a material brain that itself is only a meat organ, in which there is no free will or true self. All that is illusion.

Really? You’re not putting us on, are you?

Meanwhile, a person can exhibit a lot of “gravitas”, or seriousness (not funny). Sometimes we don’t get the “gravity” of a situation. The word silly used to mean: possessed by the sacred. The court fool is needed by the king and court, in order to help there be levity in the throne-room. Not good when we put the fool in that chair though. Trump&Company, along with the coronavirus, makes the world crazy with seriousness.

In a legal courtroom, levity is forbidden. Patch Adams, MD, dressed as a clown to help healing. Pets make us happy. Light hearted.

Meanwhile, the Planet loves us, holds us dear when we need to sleep. Slaps us around a bit if we run to fast. Feeds and mothers everyone, whatever their nature. Still, Mother also delivers tough love, … with skill we hope. Rogue weather anyone?

There is no abstract force of gravity. Just the Mother’s constant implacable eternal and mysterious love. We curl up in Her Arms every night, and still can be ungrateful children at that.

Trip and fall. A broken glass, or arm … those are teachings, which yet leave us free to fall in love, of all things. There are no abstract forces in the whole of the Creation. Just the loving will of Cosmic Beings, who cherish us always, while leaving us with the necessary consequences of our own folly.

Reincarnation and Karma – do-overs until we get it right. In the most ancient wisdom of the Emerald Tablet, the Mother is also the Moon, and, according Robert Heinlein, the moon is a harsh mistress.

Every child plays with Mom, whether alone, or in groups. Just “throw” out a “bouncing” ball, and it is Her you are playing with. If you know the film “the Great Escape”, just picture Steve McQueen in the cooler at the prisoner of war camp, play catch, with himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZa79QGDeo8

Thoughts on distinguishing the essential from the non-essential

Thoughts on distinguishing the essential from the non-essential, based on the authority of an American shaman and initiate in both the mysteries of the Son, and of the Mother, all around good guy, fantastic writer and poet, father, son, frequent user of ganja to go into the dreaming, and … well, my fine qualities have been on display in these venues for years …

according to Steiner – I believe – the Double is bound up with our soul and spiritual life until three day before death, which logically appears to mean (and my own experience confirms) that we all wrestle with devil all the time. It never ends until the Gate of Death approaches, a place I know to be guarded by the Holy Mother, which approach is the first aspect of Her coming acts of Comforting us. The not-I invisibles in the soul (the prosecutor, the tempter, and various self-inflicted wounds) are with us for almost the whole of the biography …

To me this all logically implies that JvH, Steiner, Tomberg, and company still have stuff to work on. Still make karma even while producing remarkable efforts at religious and scientific art.

so, … there’s these three fools, watching three crows, the latter three apparently dancing above ground – in the sunlight – on individually strung electrical wires. the fools, to pass the time in intellectual pursuits, interpret the movements of the crows, and among themselves argue about which crow is the better, truer, and more meaningful dancer.

now tiger-saucy’s experience, of the story of the three patriarchal monotheisms was that they were an indivisible activating of the Mystery. Only by joining them together – in pure thought, do we understand,that the underlying fullness and presence of those revelations. Judaism, Christianity, and Islam are One.

in her dissertation (see link below) we see social examples of the whole is more than the sum of the parts. JvH, Steiner, and Tomberg. One revelation, not many.

tiger-saucy goes on to point out that the failure on a certain level of all three to understand each other, came about because there were other currents of change in play, one of which ended up leaving the folk who interpreted the Old Testament, the New Testament, and the Koran, to be males.

Dare we seek to see a threefoldness among JvH, Steiner, and Tomberg?

Which is head, which is heart, which is hands? Which is science, which is religion, which is art?

So this shaman in America, gets stoned, calls forth his familiar from the land of Faerie, one tiger-saucy, the last faerie teacher of shamans,

Try this …

Steiner: science redeemed from materialism. Tomberg: “Christianity” – religion – redeemed from materialism, but with a memory of the necessity for the spiritual to include the mystical&magical.

JvH – art redeemed, at great personal cost, including being the bearer of the story of two thousand years ago. The ultimate mystic, who yet appeared/was born (1972) around the year Tomberg died (1973) to make a go at advancing Steiner’s works further.

One revelation, not three. More European, more of the Center.

Any questions?

https://thecollectiveimagination.com/2019/11/08/tiger-saucy-tells-of-some-overlooked-features-of-the-true-story-of-religions/

Tiger-Saucy tells of some overlooked features of the true story of religions

Sunday musings after watching Marvel’s “Captain America: the first Defender” …

Sunday musings after watching Marvel’s “Captain America: the first Defender” …
Where is Christ now? Has He been crucified in the ethereal? Does spiritual history always repeat itself?
Rudolf Steiner, being the John the Baptist figure of the second coming of Christ, in clouds of glory, … did Steiner’s head get separated from his body? RS died before 1933, when humanity began to be able to seek and find His Presence in the Thought World. Do we find Him there? What about RS, the voice crying in the wilderness of scientific materialism? Would anyone be surprised that in the ethereal world there is an Imagination of him wrapped in the chains of Steiner said? An ethereal Crucifixion … what would cause that? Catholics making a school for buggering little boys? Protestants not practicing any of His teachings? The hoped for Michael school lost in factionalism? Unnatural materialistic science being possessed individually&collectively by the anti-Christ spirit, through denying the Father and the Son? Still, … He did promise: “I will be with you until the ends of time”. Is there any place He is not? Is He far away, or right with you, holding your hands, sharing, recognizing, and most remarkable of all, He waits for your choices … They (She has the Whole World in His Hands) leave you free.
Knowing for all the weirdness and the drama, what human beings do is – to the Mystery – inventive, taken in, cherished, and wondered WTF will our children choose to do next?
When you follow your heart’s mind, something from never before comes into existence. Humans are now the leading edge of the creation, and Christ is our companion in all weather, through storms and rough seas. Pandemics and climate change. Even the dying and becoming of Western Civilization. Meanwhile Mom upends all order. Suggesting that a good antidote to too much drama is a good party. Her message is more celebration, and less woe is me.

the image from far above is a depiction of the third Fatima prophecy …
http://ipwebdev.com/hermit/SavingCatholicReligion.html

The causal element in viral and bacterial diseases …

The causal element in viral and bacterial diseases …

We have to appreciate, and understand, that Rudolf Steiner suggests the “germ” is not the cause of the illness. Rather, the inner environment of the human being becomes a kind of field of ripe grains, on which the “bugs” feed. The causal question then is what effects this inner environment. What do the facts actually show, such as the tall tale we are told of some people are carriers, but can’t transmit it. Yes, … but, why?

If these entities are the cause of the illness, everyone would get it. But everyone doesn’t get it, which is also another “why”, which belongs in our conversation.

We actually get a clue through the phenomena that death in the case of certain diseases is (again not all) proportionally higher among the very young and the very old. This suggests on some level that the immune system is compromised in some fashion. For the young this system is not fully developed, and for the old the system is exhausted.

It would be important for our understanding if we were able to map the last time a person who dies had had a vaccine, and as well those who survive the course of the illness.

Since it must be admitted that only some get these kinds of illnesses, in spite of being constantly exposed, why are they different? Is it possible that if we understood this, we might get around to observing that pandemics seem to come in waves, and the waves are not just physical, but also spiritual?

Doctors of Medicine know this, but their basic model (all is matter, there is no spirit) of the human being causes them not to notice. Thus we have been given these euphemisms: stress, and in some cases as regards those we send to war – shell shock.

The famous Spanish flu of 1918 came while the whole psychology of the world had been under years of stress. Other characteristics of that time include a big uptick in what might be called: deadly poisons for domestic use. Not only were a lot of people poor and out of work, but they had no health services. The ability of humanity to provide services now is actually better, but the stress involved causes a panic in markets, as well as panic in our social encounters.

Stress is feeding stress, and if the inner human is able to bring to bear the gifts of its own spiritual warmth, more would survive. It is an increase in psychological health that we need.

The gods of lies, fears, and nameless dead haunt all of us. The pandemic is much more than dread. It is also an opportunity to be together. Is not the great trope of science fiction, the invasion of the alien species that finally forces the world to work together?

The sick will need care. Sick people need to be touched, and to not be alone. For the basic reason that most of us blame someone else for the troubles, turns out to be why public figures – simply to appear to to doing something – will over-control, force folks to be isolated, establish check points, wear masks … whatever idiocy they can come up with, in order to get the right press, and control the narrative.

Meanwhile, ordinary people will act anyway. Folks needing company and care will find there are many good hearts, who know the healing powers of kindness.

Anthroposophy and Christianity – an update

Anthroposophy and Christianity – an update, rooted in decades of spiritual research, … American ~!~!~!~Style

Rudolf Steiner was clear. Anthroposophy is not Christianity; and, Christianity was/is still becoming.

Robert Jan Keldar, a serious and learned student of Rudolf Steiner, is urging that coming meetings of the Anthroposophical Society in Dornach take up this theme, and vote(?) on it. He wrote the following and implies that there is a lot more to come.

“Willingly Uniting the Anthroposophical Movement as the New Christianity with the World in Love”

“For the contemporary, spiritual restoration of the form that the anthroposophical movement or the new, true Christianity needs as a preparation for the next, sixth cultural age, may the General Assembly decide to set a general process of necessary consciousness-raising and social formation in motion, which should lead to the unbundling of the General Anthroposophical Society in three sub-sections within the framework of its centennial anniversary, namely the Anthroposophical Society, its administration and the administration of the Goetheanum building.
Since the constitution of the national societies may not contradict the constitution of the Anthroposophical Society, may the General Assembly also decide to encourage them that this restoration of the form that the anthroposophical movement or the new Christianity requires for its practice also, if necessary, be taken up by them.”

As hard as I might try, I can’t get my head around what Steiner taught, as noted above, and this phrase: “the anthroposophical movement or the new Christianity”. To me, those meta-ideas – of the two entities – are presently disharmonious, although I find the sentiment implied to be of great significance. We cannot stand still, yet which/when/why/where do we choose to navigate – ourselves collectively, or as individuals on this sea of troubles.

Christianity is living. At present, the Christ Impulse is active everywhere in the world, given that it grows out of human hearts, and can neither be voted into existence, or learned from books. The individual human being is unfolding that which can never be doctrine or practice. It either is, or is not. Like the wind in the heart’s mind.

Every human biography is loved by both the Son and the Mother, in ways most Steiner-sez folk cannot imagine. The reason this earthly (?) “anthroposophical movement” is missing the mark (in error) has too do with the unfinished task of dealing with the karma of the Aristotelians and the Platonists.

The Holy Mother trains shamans, through life trials and gifts. The religion of the Holy Mother is all ancient earth religions. She (being the wonderful wild-element of Divine Providence) sends us Her envoys, including the occasional “prophet”. In the song of the world, we find that She is seeding the whole of our present Earth existence with spirit-recollections of the oldest religions. If we were to (as I do) attend to trends in film and television tales, more and more there are appear reminders of Faerie, aka the Underworld. Paganism (earth religions) are on the rise, in large part because we need to remember this invisible spirit-world if we are to deal with the lurking future we call “climate change”.

All rogue weather is sourced in the Mother. Anthroposophical conclaves do not get to vote on what the truth is, or the Doings of Son&Mother together. The world the Divine Mystery manifested is perfection, including the Beast from the Abyss of human freedom.

What then is the current situation of the role of Anthroposophy in the modern world?

From a certain point of view, the 20th Century was a disaster for Anthroposophy, and for Christianity.

Consider that the A. Society (as a social form) has a Double (an Egregore). If we are mindful of one of Steiner’s indications of the influence of “Rome” on social life, we should not be surprised that this Egregore is somewhat the same as the form-structure of Roman Catholic Church.

The Anthroposophical Society has an infallible pope, our Myth of Rudolf Steiner. We also have levels of cardinals, the Vorstand – and the School leaders – in Dornach, where our St. Peter’s Temple abides. As well, we have bishops, in the many national leaders who travel to and from Dornach. We also have our own intellectual army, kin to the Jesuits: aka, the priests of the Christian Community.

Pretending otherwise is not any different from pretending we as individuals do not have a Double.

Keldar apparently wants to reformat the “structure” of the Society, which essentially means changing our clothes, while leaving the spiritual essence confused. I have little hope that this will resolve any feelings (sentiments) that we need to be doing “more”. Yes, more, but how do we as individuals find / create the living more?

Death and Rebirth, or dying into a new becoming, seems a more sane approach. New Wine in New Skins.

At the time I write this, Lent is on the horizon. The woods outside my studio’s window has some fresh leaf buds. Easter approaches, which is a celebration of Death and Resurrection.

Christ volunteered to take the risk – “the Cup” – into the unknown. What might happen if the Anthroposophical Society were to “vote” on whether there is any Way for it to continue as is? Should the death of a social form need to arise from fully conscious intention/agency, if it is to truly serve as compost for the latent metamorphosis.

If folks are paying attention such types of social processes are everywhere. She has the World World in His Hands.

Tragically, no one holding power ever willingly gives it up. As Western Civilization continues its fall into chaos, the Anthroposophical Society will likely crash and burn, neutered by its own vanities.

Yet, there is a song, a latent tune, a wonder even … which places in the hearts of the ordinary membership the essential creative and rejuvenating powers. Pagan Anthroposophy.

I wrote a blog post, in the form of an open letter to Greta Thunberg. If the reader of this has some sympathy with this youth’s passions (albeit they could be better directed), you will find in this essay exact instructions as to which books of modern spiritual wisdom, in combination, reveals that the Planet is a living cosmic being, … scientifically.

These books are modern gospels, and have their spiritual life from the encounters of the authors – in the world of thought – with the Return of Christ in the Ethereal.

Anyone can own those books, or own them with others and study them.

It is crucial, for the furthering of “Anthroposophy” – as a path of cognition – for that King’s wisdom to start washing the feet of those living in the Shepherds Mysteries. We need to be sharing/teaching those works – mentioned at the link below – to folk unfamiliar with Steiner, and leave to them how far they then pursue a deeper acquaintance with Steiner’s teachings, given the remarkable nature of the fruits Steiner’s works have inspired into existence.

The passage through the hedge of thorns of scientific materialism (all is matter, there is no spirit) requires doing better science -science which knows the value of working with religion and art. Unfortunately there is little evidence that the books referred to below are known among the general membership. An unjustifiable failure of will, sadly modeled by the Society’s bishops and priests, whose leadership runs afoul of Yoda’s wisdom. Do not try, do!

https://thecollectiveimagination.com/2019/10/29/tiger-saucy-writes-an-open-letter-to-greta-thunberg/

As the World Economy spasms (as it must), political dysfunction increases. In this Rite of Passage, we might see how to dance with the conscious (on purpose) juxtaposition of rhythms in the music of social metamorphosis. All ships at sea will find difficult currents, and the Anthroposophical Society will sleep at the wheel, or not.

Meanwhile, over in Europe, knowledge of the Americas and of Americans – as regards the deeper&darker spiritual arenas and residents, where Mom hangs out – is hard to find. It is as if the Anthroposophical Society prefers to be a “center”, in an age when things fall apart, the centre cannot hold, and mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

Life, or levity powers, work from the periphery. “In it (the word in us) is life, and that life is the light of the world”.

Rudolf Steiner has said, “In Anthroposophy it is the truth that matters, while in the Anthroposophical Society it is the life that matters”. Can a society, of spiritual Michaelic efforts, be alive if it cannot change, especially in the sense of metamorphosis?

Old habits die hard. The preservers (the Martha folk) rightly stay at home and tend to the house and the garden. The adventurers (the Mary folk) rightly roam the world seeking to be of service there. They need each other. Martha is the steward of the Center, and Mary impregnates/washes the feet of the Periphery.

Dornach should enable the Branches to be free of any centrist impulse. The Branches need to dare the wider world. Rudolf Steiner is to be remembered … not as a great initiate, but as the John the Baptist figure of the Second Coming of Christ … the voice crying in the wilderness of scientific materialism.

Anthroposophy serves Christianity.

“Luciferic and Ahrimanic Forces”

“Luciferic and Ahrimanic Forces”

This language appeared recently in a Facebook page that was working hard to wrestle with the “behaviors” of contributors. To help with that, here are some additional ways of looking at this situation.

“Forces” is perhaps a misleading term, especially if we conceive of these forces as disconnected from spiritual beings, such as the abstract way we treat the “force” of gravity. Gravity is the love of the Mother, a subject for a later time.

Steiner was clear in his lectures: Lucifer and Ahriman, that a central point for understanding – in the Epoch of the Consciousness Soul – is that these impulses enter into our world “through” the human being. I am suggesting then we stop using the term “forces”, and instead use the term “impulses”.

It is true that there is a kind of “collective” effect of the totality of the separate impulses, given that the relationship – between the hierarchies of Lucifer and Ahriman and ourselves – is like gloves within gloves within gloves, which we can picture this way: A>>>>>>(us)<<<<<<L.

This means, for example, that the Age of Ahriman’s Incarnation (happening now) produces an effect – a collective/combined set of consequences, due to what we have together let in through us.

There is a connection between the Evolution of Consciousness, and the two radically different ages in which each celestial power incarnated. We can get confused if we link the Beings Ahriman&Lucifer into the category “evil”. As Bardon puts it: “There is nothing unclean in the whole of the Creation”

The situation is complicated, and we can get a hint of this by adding to our understanding the ideas of there being: Lucifer in the service of Ahriman; Ahriman in the service of Lucifer; Ahriman and Lucifer acting together, and one or the other acting alone.

Our basic danger, however, is how to become a knowing-doer (Steiner’s phrasing) without looking into our own souls for the most obvious and intimate experience of these influences. The riddle of the relationship of the outer world and the inner world appears just here. I learn about the outer world through looking inside, and I learn about my inner world through looking outside.

If we have let our thinking be too abstract, we can get this idea that out in the world events occur because of these Beings. They don’t. Humans birth the nature of the outer world, and each Epoch/Age determines the relationships in the own soul as to the meaning of experience. When Lucifer incarnated matters of soul were far different than they are today.

Tomberg contributed some useful conceptions. First -in his “Inner Development”, written when he was a practicing anthroposophist, he suggested that the double was threefold: Some combination of an Ahrimanic double, a Luciferic double, and a human double. Those familiar with the Class lessons may recall near the beginning, where Steiner talks about three “creatures”.

Later, after Tomberg – following Steiner’s discarnate suggestion – joined the Catholic Church, and wrote his masterpiece: “Meditations on the Tarot – a journey into Christian Hermeticism”, … we find therein – in the discussion of the 15th Arcanum/Letter on the Devil card (symbolic aspect of an ancient book of wisdom), Tomberg again threefolds the double, with less abstraction, and more illumination: Where he writes of: the Prosecutor; the Tempter; and the many Egregores the soul acquires in this life, or brings in from a prior one.

About the human double, or egregores, something more wishes to be expressed.

An egregore is a middle-ages term for a creature generated by the human being in their own soul. The creature can be understood as a kind of psychic parasite, that for me is best pictured this way: a self-generate wound of soul. Steiner called them “cancers” of the soul in Man as Symphony of the Creative Word (lecture 12), whereas my teacher of the ancient Egyptian Sciences (Bardon) used the term: larvae.

These qualitative aspects can be helpful: Wound, Cancer, Larvae. I leave to the readers own imaginative faculties to see just which aspect they will own in themselves. This can aid our self understanding of the problem of the mote and the beam as well. Heal your own wound, before you mess with the other dudes, was what Christ suggested in the Sermon on the Mount.


A fun mental exercise is to ask ourselves, whether we possess any addictions (a common feature of the presence of an egregore), even minor ones (in our point of view). We all can get a bit goofy, and most of us are pretty good at being hard to live with. Basically we call them “bad habits”.

Since we are wander/wondering among words and their sometimes flexible meanings, what about the terms: antipathy and sympathy?

Initially the soul’s instinctive feeling life has this apparently oppositional bi-polar nature. We turn away from that which we do not like, and are drawn toward that which we do like. From one of Steiner’s tool-boxes of concepts, we might be advised that these are natural intelligences that correlate with Ahriman and Lucifer.

We need help navigating life in the time of the Ahrimanic Enchantment of scientific materialism and the Luciferic Confusion of good&evil. At a meta-level we could add the polar-qualities: Order and Chaos.

From the view of a science of knowing, the art of thinking reveals these primary&instinctive polar-qualities: Associative thinking and Discriminatory thinking. The former joins, while the latter separates. These associative concepts have a kinship, and these distinguishable concepts are related in the hierarchy of one is better than (or worse than) another.

When we read/hear another’s thoughts, we react (mostly), which phenomena led L. Ron Hubbard to write of: “the reactive mind”. If we are in the zone of the will to step past reactions, and concentrate on what Steiner called: learning to hear the Christ Impulse is another, … which concept can return us to where this study began: How do we manage our Internet “relationships” that arise because we know (?) each other only through words of black on white, a treasure map in code spilled across a page.

Years ago we wrestled with this on the Ark (during the Culmination), our discussions taking the view that mostly what is behind the words on the screen is from the ego and astral bodies, not the life or physical bodies. We all know that in a face to face environment all would be different, deeper and more real.

For example, folks on the Internet discussion groups often refer to what is happening as a “conversation”. That is an abuse of what the term “conversation” meant to Goethe, for example: “What is more precious than light? Conversation.”

What we do have is an exchanges of letters, in a time when people don’t physically write letters anymore. We call this, wonderfully,: “email”. Messages in a bottle, set loose on the seas of electronic aethers.

Lucifer and Ahriman are cosmic Beings, and given that we are the microcosm – i.e. a perfect analogue of the Macrocosm, what in us is Lucifer and Ahriman, keeping in mind that all threefoldings resolve themselves into a unity. Steiner’s famous statue has three figures (well a few more if we get into the details).

We need not to pretend we are the master of these riddles, and that some other guy is the one screwing everything up – bringing chaos to comfortable order.


Lucifer is the sensual aspects of the appetites, incarnating as he did while the sentient soul was becoming the intellectual soul. In us, this is the voice of the Tempter. Go ahead, you deserve another dish of ice cream, just think how good this will taste. Tomberg, the esoteric elitist, seemed to imply that pleasures that had to be repeated were sterile. Steiner, the esoteric idealist, offers advice only a saint – with many years experience – can follow.

Lucifer – the light-bringer – is dancing happy and intoxicated. Repeat as necessary, for that is good medicine in any Age.

Ahriman is the – unbound by the heart – intellect. Via the intellect, human beings decided we were the only self-aware sentient reflective consciousness on the Planet. Opps. Ahriman’s folly is running wild right now, but is his nature without meaning?

Try to imagine that there is a Being that is Geometry. Logical and rigorous to a fault, which is why we know him as the Prosecutor. The own intellect is not kind to ourselves when we examine coldly our personal flaws. Mathematical physics and projective/synthetic geometry are his domains.

So, … out of us then, into the world, flow our passions (chaos) and understanding (order). What about Christ some will say. Well, sorry folks, but that decider/creator is us. Choices run wild everywhere in the world, and sanity on any level is hard to find. We then have to make the magic of wild-sanity out of ourselves, and from thence into the World.



The Michael School and the End of Western Civilization

The Michael School and the End of Western Civilization

The Michael School also could be called: “mystery science”. Students of Rudolf Steiner do not own this School. The Countenance of Christ is touching all true faces … all hearts that seek – as best they are able – to do the good, and think with the heart. Michael is available to everyone.

At the beginning of the Western Civilization, there was a period of Greek civilization that flowered with genius. This was followed by the more dominant Roman Empire, which was permeated with Greek culture. In point of fact, Greek slaves were often the main administrators of the wealth of the Roman elite, and worthy advisors to their generals – the Greek language/minds having a certain quality of insight and practicality. Making the best of a bad situation.

That universally human Empire building hunger has reached – in our present – the end of its shelf-life, as evidenced by the works of the aging and sclerotic English-American banking and financial axis.

Johnson and Trump are products of the accompanying cultural wasteland, which produced television. Without the TV camera’s insatiable appetite for fresh meat (something which is not truly historical, but still gets reported with breathless sensationalism anyway), neither Johnson (a former journalist) or Trump (a former TV star) has a connection to the so-called: masses.

At the end of Western Civilization we are experiencing the reversal of the beginning. Where in the beginning fresh culture came before Empire, in our age – as Empire fails, new culture is being born.

Everywhere. It just doesn’t get to be “breaking news”.http://www.lulu.com/shop/joel-wendt/economic-and-social-rebellion-in-an-age-of-social-political-chaos/paperback/product-24306442.html

The wisdom of Rudolf Steiner can be lost for the whole of the 3rd Millennium, if those – who claim to know what Anthroposophy is – continue to ignore that the death ground for Western Civilization that is in America, where Ahriman is presently incarnated.

This is especially spiritually potent, given that it was among the priests of ancient folk, living in the Americas, that Christ was carried from His death on Calvary, to the Mother (see the Pieta), thence from Her, having, been given of the forces of Resurrection.

Steiner understood these qualitative perceptions. Including this: Whereas at the beginning of Western Civilization, Socrates was followed by Plato, and both of them by Aristotle, there will also be a reverse of that flow, with the Aristotelian Steiner to be followed by the Platonists, and within their midst, the Socratic.

To conceive of this as a situation of special reincarnations is to not notice that each is surrounded by a larger context, from which they cannot be separated. So we have waves of spiritual infusion, similar in nature to the Aristotelian, and Platonic, and the Socratic as new culture flowers everywhere. These waves are distributed … in all. While the folk such as Steiner are more like fore-runners, or prophets, than they are fathers or mothers of the world-wide cultural revolutions now ongoing.

Steiner’s Aristotelian spiritual science names all manner of aspects of spiritual reality. Like natural science the parts have to be investigated on the way to grasping the whole. He is not the only teacher of the Mystery that urges we practice spirit-remembrance – and tries to get us to live the mysteries of now, by practicing spirit-contemplation – while seeking to learn how to practice spirit-seeing.

The Divine Mystery sees to it that all individual biographies have the spirit-Way that is to be theirs. None the same, although karma and circumstance does bring birds of a feather together.

In the Platonist aspect of the wave of new culture, we have the task of understanding the territory of the world of thought, the world of Ideas. Not just the names of parts, but how everything leads to – and stands for – an Idea, which we can learn to experience.

The last bit then is the Socratic. Yes, there are names for all manner of aspects of spiritual reality, and yes these represent manifestations of incredible Ideas – such as the threefold nature of just about everything, toward which Steiner pointed, but in the end of the beginning of the 3rd Millennium what we most need is really good questions, and the freedom to answer them for ourselves.

The new culture comes from individual human beings, not movements or masters or gurus or initiates or shamans or mullahs, or priests, or presidents … or gods&goddesses either.

Another Way to seer this is that the Ahrimanic Enchantment, which reached its low-point in scientific materialism, this spell” needs to be – by grand arts-magic – removed from peoples hearts and minds. That science – as a Way – presently insists we are only matter, no spirit involved – that is The Battle Ground, although every culture will experience the pregnancy of the new in its own Way.

Certain aspects of this cultural revolution are helped by what was/is done by the impulse to Goethean Science. A Way of Knowledge which is still scientific, yet all the same knows personally and directly and intimately the spirit.

As Western Civilization collapses of it excesses, and the consequences of overly rigid habits of living, things fall apart, the centre cannot hold. Too much freedom on the one hand, and too little on the other, with a good example being events in China.

Rulers fear losing control, yet control is something they never had in the first place.

The key to understanding the dying into a new becoming of Western Civilization is to become aware off, and familiar with, the phenomena: the Evolution of Consciousness. The present day spiritual meaning of earth existence is the “underneath”, which changed over the 2500 years of Western Civilization.

The rules and traditions – everywhere – are falling apart because human nature is itself evolving, a change of consciousness that can’t be stopped. Our inside at the beginning, is not the inside that is birthing the present metamorphosis.

The most prominent and promising cultural phenomena of the Times is the spirit remembering of the Divine Maternal. This is visible in the Arts, especially the dramatic arts of television and film – the wasteland was/is not entirely empty, because the artistic impulse refuses to obey.

Each culture, aided by the flood of capital for production initiated by Netflix and Amazon Prime, has enabled its artists to rediscover the Mother, to find the Lost Cities, and cure our Homelessness for a return to intimacy with the consciousness present everywhere, yet denied by science to exist.

The modern soul awakens to aspects of itself, in the search for home grown food, home grown arts, and

a home grown means of mutual governance.

The more the faux rulers try to tighten their leashes, the more resistance they create. What worked centuries ago, when a different form of consciousness prevailed, will not work now.

For example, the massive refusal of folks to stay put. If folks are pushed too hard to the ground, they will seek better ground, accompanied by the music … can’t stop the music. “Cold ground was my bed last night, and rock was my pillow” [Bob Marley].

In the world of the imagination, where artists go to discover, there is a Wind. This Wind selflessly (not even identifying itself) lifts the wings of the soul in the direction of the Sun (the Son), and the Moon (the Mother), and the Stars (the Father).

Steiner called this Wind: the return of Christ in the Ethereal.

Michael is very aware of the hunger of the prodigal children to return to communion-with Nature. All the paths to the future are gateways from the past, … to the Mother and Faerie, where the true Dark holds conversations. These are not paths for the feint of heart. These are paths for the strong of will.

She has the whole world in His Hands.

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Rhubarb’s Dilemma

Rhubarb’s Dilemma

Rhubarb had a not so odd – or uncommon – parentage. To Americans, most anyway, it might seem strange, … foreign at least. His mother was the child of a French officer and a Vietnamese whore. His father was the get of an American black soldier, and a different Vietnamese whore.

Rhubarb was then, not surprisingly, born in a brothel, raised in a brothel, and now worked for the same brothel.



At the moment we chance upon him he is in reverie, and remembering favorite childhood experiences, particularly the one that led to his only name. Some blacks like rhubarb pies. As a child of the brothel he had had many mothers, and hardly anything that might be called a father in the usual sense.

The mothers encouraged him in a kind of trade. He was taught how to grown the rhubarb, and separate out the poisonous to animals leaves, while turning the stalk into fruit-like pies, which he sold by the slice to the brothel’s clients for … at least … an American one dollar bill. Drunks and other rude people were asked for a twenty, and told that there was something special in the treat. Not true, but they were already intoxicated – in one way or another – so would not notice the promise not kept.

One day one of the clients yelled for some pie, and being a bit cheeky he started calling the young boy Rhubarb. This was an improvement over Antoine, his grandfather’s name. Mostly because Westerners always mispronounced it.

As is natural in such an environment, some of the wannabe thugs – that is teenage boys – took advantage, and he was lucky at the end of the day to have a few Vietnamese xu for his troubles.

He was about 11 when it was recognized that his penis was unusually large, and after his tormentors made fun of that, one of their bosses came around for a look, and Rhubarb was soon servicing older women with a taste for boys.



By the time he was 14, the rest of him had caught up in size, and given the Darwinian nature of his environment it became necessary to study fighting skills, or die. He became adept with knives. One of his instructors has been an old Taoist, who lent some basics of spiritual wisdom into the training.

Now in his 50’s, he was the boss of the northwest corner, of a several block square of territory that the brothel owners ruled. He watched watchers, mostly.

His reverie was interrupted to by a set of rings coming from a Vietnamese taxi tricycle, turning into one of the nearby “gate” check points. The rings were in a code, three doubles, and then two singles. Major business potential coming in.

The riders were a drunk American couple, not unusual an outing for the section these gates led to was – more fashionable, shall we imagine. Cleaner, more decorous. Everyone who worked there spoke English.

One was black, and the other white. It was the white woman that was the problem. Natural blond, reasonably sized tits and ass, clearly in good physical shape.

The danger was that aspect of the brothel that bought and sold fresh pussy. She was worth $25,000 as is, and that buyer would transport her elsewhere, perhaps getting several hundred thousand at the end of the trail of viewings and other processes – which likely would begin by getting her addicted to heroin.

The black would be killed. Just another Western couple not paying attention to dangers in the world where most everyone else has to live.

Quick-fingered Li, the taxi driver, would already know the potential value, and would surely complain elsewhere, when drunk, if he did not get a much higher tip for this delivery.

The blackness that had creeped into Rhubarb’s soul, over the years of servicing black men and women, felt a bit sad. The frenchness was – obviously – a romantic virtue, while the mothers’ voices were pretty much always: stay out of trouble, and don’t get mixed up in other folk’s business.

It was within the sphere of his will to save the man and the woman. There were ways, although always these were risky. He could not save all the foolish that crossed through the gates he managed. He could actually save very few. People’s fates where mostly in their own hands, and he was just a piece of furniture to most of the customers he actually met. Served a function, seldom got a tip.

He was, in point of fact, seriously bored. Any good deed has value, his knife teacher had said: the Way of the Tao having many faces.

As a boss, he was the beneficiary of gifts from those below. He had more than enough thuốc phiện (opium for the uninitiated), so he went to the gate with a paper bag full, to give to Li.

The couple was standing there, waiting to be asked for their money. After giving Li the bag, making sure he saw what was in it (a treasure at resale … better than cash in many ways), Rhubarb told the couple that spirits of their ancestors had visited him a dream last night, and that he was indebted to the ghostly world, so he needed to do what was asked, and send them away with a warning to not be so naive while they travel.

He rested a hand on the machete he had put in his belt on the way out of his office post.

They looked, and nodded gravely. Li demanded more money for a return trip to their hotel, and a little more woke they turned and left.

Rhubarb returned to his reverie, and the many ghosts that his own life’s violent troubles had planted on his Way.

[Rhubarb’s Dilemma was written while listening to Beethoven on Alexa]

A Song of the Ancestors – a tale of loss and wonder

A Song of the Ancestors – a tale of loss and wonder

Ralph looked up from the pots he was washing, in the kitchen of the homeless shelter. The weather outside was playing with rain and thunder, and some bits of lightening thrown about for good measure.

Ralph heard the door to the outside open inward – it has a few squeaks and clicks when it does – … he looked up at the gust of wind that blew the door all the way open, when at the same moment there was a flash-bang of lightening&thunder. After Ralph had blinked his eyes a couple of times, he could see in the doorway an old man standing, with a large walking stick in his hand. Made Ralph think of a wizards staff, for a moment. He had to be careful what ideas he let loose in his mind, for sometimes there were visions unreal, or so the psych-evaluations asserted.



The seeming apparition closed the door quietly, and there was a moment of silence, as the last drinkers of coffee and conversation looked up as well. Into the quiet the stranger spoke, in a voice most recognized as the product of too many smokes and too much time spend hanging onto a glass of sorrow manifested. Alcohol was a depressant some said, but for many it quieted the silent rages that went with too many bad memories, and unrealized dreams.

“Hello, my friends, I could us some help. May I sit and tell my tale, so you might determine whether to join me in my coming folly?

There were grunts of assent, as well as dismay. Some coffee cups refilled, and a few chairs pushed around as the audience woke up to its coming potential role. The man sat down at a table near the door, after leaning the staff against the wall, where hangers and wet clothes had gathered for mutual protection.

His audience looked at his face, trying to read its open secrets, and found there mystery, without even being able to name this seldom experienced feeling. He looked at them shyly, only glancing about at them, and then began to speak. His eyes focused inward, not unlike the thousand yard stare well known to many in this room, … a room that was part haven, and part private monastery.

“I need help calling out to the dead, the ancestors. We need them – our nation and people – we need our dead, our ancestors, badly. But no one believes much anymore, the public displays by politicians at grave sites aside. Even the fake Christians and other religious, who pretend to believe in an afterlife, actually fail to act in the right way towards their own ancestors.

“The dead are a power whether we acknowledge them or not. They can be even more of a powerful helper, if we trouble to reach out to them … in the right way, which as a lot of folks know can be fraught with memories. Soldiers and drinkers see the dead all the time, but who cares or believes in this age of crass immorality and vain posturing.

“Here, where we are, – that is Washington D. C. – is a special place for the dead to gather. I will next reveal a secret, a sacred one at that, but still it is important that you hear this in order to decide if or how&why you will participate with me.

“Legends designed and built this town. Legends that knew magic, and so we have folk who come searching for the hidden temple of the Freemasons, in basements and behind secret doors. Perhaps not ever conceiving it has always been there – in plain sight. Not hidden, colossally obvious .,. everywhere monuments to the dead, to our ancestors, some laid out in the form of a Cross, and surrounded by triangles of black pavement, the dreaded black roads spoken of by Black Elk.

“The Freemasons – at least a skilled few – paid attention to ancient Egyptian heritage that lurked in the symbols and other works. Paid attention to the fact that the ancients had an intimate connection to the dead, having constructed their own monuments, with secret unknown faerie magics.

“You can’t believe the theories of modern physics when looking for the dead. They are too close at hand, in every chance and supposedly random event. Watching. Waiting to catch the fallen, and carry them over the rivers of Lethe.

“I propose to walk these signs, this labyrinth of the dead, and I would like the company of those to whom death and the dead are well appreciated. These patterns in this city are like a psychic transforming magical battery, a zone where spiritual resonances were/are laid/stored, … ley lines created by human beings who knew shocking truths about reality.

“They were laid just for this moment of crisis. A crisis that accompanies/includes the whole of the earth. And we – those whose hearts know the terrors and wonders of death&dying – are the keys to remind us that the dead are here too. Are as real as the moon. Right now. Waiting for us to remember, and to pray to our ancestors for help in this Age of Trials through Chaos.

“I propose to walk, and touch certain places in a kind of historical order, after which we wander/wonder in circles around the People’s Home, and by this magical evocation of the dead, understand that just they have the wisdom we need to hear and act upon. And, … I don’t mean the White House, but the Capital Building.


“Like Lourdes in France, visitors bring a steady stream of dreams and hopes to this Temple, not always realizing the power of these buildings to create a sense of the solemnity of history. Visiting folk leave behind then an imprint of their feelings of wonder and awe, in the spiritual heart of this place.

“The primary riddle is where is the monument to the aboriginal peoples who lived in these lands for millennia, in very earthly&cosmic spiritual Ways? What are their ancestors up to? Millions murdered. Are their spirits&souls restless, or something deeper and more true?

“A native American veterans memorial is proposed, but those dead fought in our wars. What about their wars with the European invaders? Where is the memorial to that?



“A story shared with me, tells of a place in the Mall, not too far from the center of the Cross aspect, where there lies a marker – a small but clearly visible above the ground survey marker – showing exact latitude and longitude and elevation, for any surveying needed doing in the area.

“The teller of the story actually went looking for it, and found that it also included arrow-markings of the four directions N, S, E, and W. While there, my friend saw a circle gathered around the central point of the Cross, which upon further investigation turned out to be Native Americans holding an annual ceremony. He even knew a couple of them, and after showing them the marker with the four directions on it, the group moved there for the last few of the seven planned annual ceremonies.

“If there is a memorial where Native American ancestors are evoked in Washington D.C. that would be one place touch first, if it still exists and can be found.


“My own preferences for the next in order (not all, at my age I am lucky to walk to the store a block away, much less trudge all over this Temple) are the Washington Monument (the revolutionary war), the Lincoln Memorial (the civil war), the Vietnam Memorial (the war of madness) and the fence around the White House, the iron straining to contain the madness.

“There is a reason the old ways held that iron had special magical properties, one of them being the capacity too brand with fire the darkness, as needed. We touch the fence to connect the dead – that we have gathered – to the psychic shield thus made. Warriors with unfinished business, being remembered and made more known.

“At each place you touch think of the dead there memorialized. Imagine them watching. They thirst for something only we can give, which is to not only be remembered, but appreciated as well for their sacrifices, in the past, and the present, and the future.

“Touch the Stones. Pray, silently in secret. Sing. Dance, in the grass. Ask the dead – of all the different peoples that have come to our need in this place and time – to sanctify the becoming of the true America, a People of Peoples. Ask them to help us heal the division rained upon us by evil two-hearted ones.

“We, without this, will continue to nurse our hatreds, something which the dead – our remarkable ancestors – have set aside. The ancestors are too busy trying to help folk who have forgotten them, to worship old crimes, best forgotten. They need us to remember them, and wonder about them, and ask them to show the ways through.”

Ralph watched him wait a beat of two, and then stand, with a bit of difficulty; and, turn and walk out the door, which once more blew open, albeit with less force, only a bit of rain, and a rumble of thunder.

In the room some were standing up, looking at each other. Choosing for themselves whether or not it was time to face the ghosts who seem to haunt, which perhaps can become a gate to wisdom, if we have the courage to listen with our hearts to a past that is still alive in our present, just ethereal of substance, and ripe with tales of wonder …

Ralph called out.

“Anyone want to help me put together food and such for those who go with? I’m going. Where’s the community cell? Pictures to take, and friends to invite along.”

The Barbarians are Inside the Gate

The Barbarians are Inside the Gate

(“Barbarians” in ancient times meant) a member of a community or tribe not belonging to one of the great civilizations (Greek, Roman, Christian).

“We have met the enemy and he is us.” Walt Kelly’s Pogo.

There is a joke about a guy who wakes up several centuries in the future to a vibrant society of free people, and asks his “guide” how this came to be, who replies (some version of): “A couple hundred years ago, we killed all the lawyers.”

To which I add: “Without the smoke a mirrors of a manipulated by money legal system, the banksters were no longer protected, and the next thing we did is burned the banks to the ground, forgave all debt (puts everyone on the same playing field), and lowered all the salaries of public officials to whatever was basic income and medical care for everyone else.”

While we – in 2020 – are waiting for that convulsion of public wrath, there remains – in place – modern media corporations who mostly just lie to serve the ends of (take your pick): their corporate owners; and the psych-ops folk, whether corporate or our own government – i.e. professional manipulators of our hearts and minds.

“Breaking News!”??? More accurate to say: “broken news”. For example, once again the main narrative of this presidential election cycle is to treat it as a “horse race”. The political parties follow/embrace that religion, because then they don’t have to have any “beef” in their sizzle.

Meanwhile any sane person does not run for president. Would that we understood what the “founders?” had in mind with the Electoral College, before money and sharp practices wrecked it.



Imagine, instead of a horse race, that the effort was to find wisdom among the people, and elect these folks to the College (which meant in the 17th Century a place where learned folk gathered).

These wise elders (then they would have been white male landowners – but today – wisdom is often in the songs of the oppressed), such as folk who have shown in life their heart’s mind, and have an actual (not bought and paid for) reputation as a truth speaker, whether a lawyer, or a hip hop artist.

These elders then are tasked with finding the folk sane enough to not want the office, but publicly minded enough to accept the task if asked. History, on occasion (the Five Nations in America) restricts choice of leadership to women elders. There is a principle at work here.



The core value for any community of sane people (not at all “sane” in a mental health sense, but sane/authentic in their self expression … i.e. true to themselves, while wanting the same for everyone else) … socially sane in the sense of the obvious fact that the children are the future. Care for the children keeps the culture living, and changing – as against one that is dying, witness the moral children everywhere these days, and the stagnation and chaos they birth.

This impulse to be caregivers is a different impulse from such as to be protectors. Some aboriginal traditions had the women ruling the hearth and home, and the men guarding the perimeter encounters with folk of perhaps not so generous tendencies.


We live in a time when the whole situation is inverted. People are products, not universes of creative spirit-light, which is their due. Modern history has already given birth to its own social horror show: the multinational corporation. These are in the nature of the seven headed beast, where when you chop one head off, it just regrows two more.

Corporate cultures – on the kind of Greek-Titan/Norse-Giant level – have no heart. There is nothing human there at all, although at the top are quislings, traitorous to their own kind human beings that aid these conscienceless barbarian entities for a piece of the action.



Sold souls, buying and selling other humans like counters in a game.

The signs on the walls of the temples of existence are clear. It is all falling down. Every single – no longer useful – bit. All we know today of Atlantis is rumors. Not too far into the future, Western Civilization, and its religion of scientific materialism, will also be forgotten.

Folk will wander among the debris, and ceremonially aid Faerie’s work of reclamation of the life sphere of the planet. Magic and alchemy will be real. Yes, there will be backwaters. Dangerous shadows to take hold of human forms. At the same time, children rightly raised will learn to see past the veils of the maya of appearances, and into the heart of the world, which is always teaching us, always raising us to the next level, if and when we find our personal Way.

It is not a horse race. It is a tragedy, written by a media consultant, overrun with unguided cash resources, and technological irreverence.

When presented by modern media, the narrative is pretentious. Fake momentousness. Real historical change happens slow. Well, not quite true for those caught up in Mom’s brooms (tornadoes, floods, earthquakes, diseases, rising seas, feckless leaders, and the generally bizarre nature of human stubbornness.

She’s in us too. In the crazy and wild parts. At the same time – in us – is the Word becoming. The dying and becoming that is to mark the third millennium is lived one person, one moment at a time. That “experience/experiencing” is the point of this whole opera. We are all the Fat Lady who gets to sing as the curtain goes down, the lights dim, and Mom blows out the candles, while we sing along: “She’s got the whole world in His Hands”.