Sat Mar 23, 2024 11:33 pm by globalturbo
An anthroposophical Narrative (Das Goetheanum April 2021)
The world unfolds in many layers. These many layers penetrate each other. Only the surface of the sea of reality can be perceived by the present human beings with their sleeping organs and to understand with their intellectualism.
1
Once upon a time there was a man who lived with his wife in a forest. Days ago it had rained a lot. Now there was no more rain, but the sun did not come out after all. At noon the man went out to cook. He got some small and big branches and twigs and piled them into a heap. Then he tried to light it, but he could not. He looked at the pile questioningly, then he noticed that the pile was too wet. So he collected again. He looked for small and dry pieces of wood and lit them. Next to them he put the big pieces so that they would be dried by the heat. After patient waiting and careful tending, the fire blazed, and in time a glowing ember appeared. The man smiled with satisfaction and began to cook.
2
There was a man whom the spirits loved. But his soul was filled with many discordant elements and sensations, feelings, thoughts. This caused his soul to be so wet that the fiery spirits were unable to flow in and ignite it. One day, the man wanted to make a fire. This moment was seen by these spirits as a good providence to drive the dampness out of this soul. Unfortunately, at the beginning they did not succeed. They prayed that he would have more patience.
The man did as they whispered to him. As the fire slowly blazed, he realized that in order to drive away from the moisture and then to set the soul on fire, one should first patiently tend the small fire, which actually indicates the awakening interest, the warming love, and the growing courage for life. With this, the blessing spirits were satisfied, as the father with his son.
3
In the past, everything ever occupied a soul penetrated by the spirits, even such seemingly lifeless material as wood. In it there was a special piece. It was a bit larger than the others and demanded to be burned to enter a new life cycle. But it had been raining for days. Everything was wet. Now a man came to cook. The wood was happy about that. It was waiting to be lit. Unfortunately, because of the moisture, it failed. Frustrated, it looked at the man and prayed that he would be patient. It was allowed to discover that the man had found the right way. He piled easily ignitable pieces of wood in the middle of the fireplace. Next to it and on top of it he placed the large pieces of wood. Thus they were slowly dried and could be ignited. With that the sacrificing wood was satisfied, thanking the man for his patience.
The world unfolds in many layers. These many layers penetrate each other. Only the surface of the sea of reality can be perceived by the present human beings with their sleeping organs and to understand with their intellectualism.
1
Once upon a time there was a man who lived with his wife in a forest. Days ago it had rained a lot. Now there was no more rain, but the sun did not come out after all. At noon the man went out to cook. He got some small and big branches and twigs and piled them into a heap. Then he tried to light it, but he could not. He looked at the pile questioningly, then he noticed that the pile was too wet. So he collected again. He looked for small and dry pieces of wood and lit them. Next to them he put the big pieces so that they would be dried by the heat. After patient waiting and careful tending, the fire blazed, and in time a glowing ember appeared. The man smiled with satisfaction and began to cook.
2
There was a man whom the spirits loved. But his soul was filled with many discordant elements and sensations, feelings, thoughts. This caused his soul to be so wet that the fiery spirits were unable to flow in and ignite it. One day, the man wanted to make a fire. This moment was seen by these spirits as a good providence to drive the dampness out of this soul. Unfortunately, at the beginning they did not succeed. They prayed that he would have more patience.
The man did as they whispered to him. As the fire slowly blazed, he realized that in order to drive away from the moisture and then to set the soul on fire, one should first patiently tend the small fire, which actually indicates the awakening interest, the warming love, and the growing courage for life. With this, the blessing spirits were satisfied, as the father with his son.
3
In the past, everything ever occupied a soul penetrated by the spirits, even such seemingly lifeless material as wood. In it there was a special piece. It was a bit larger than the others and demanded to be burned to enter a new life cycle. But it had been raining for days. Everything was wet. Now a man came to cook. The wood was happy about that. It was waiting to be lit. Unfortunately, because of the moisture, it failed. Frustrated, it looked at the man and prayed that he would be patient. It was allowed to discover that the man had found the right way. He piled easily ignitable pieces of wood in the middle of the fireplace. Next to it and on top of it he placed the large pieces of wood. Thus they were slowly dried and could be ignited. With that the sacrificing wood was satisfied, thanking the man for his patience.
