The Nature and Origin of the Arts
Let us
imagine a great snow-clad plain spread out before us and upon
it here and there rivers and lakes hard frozen. The
neighboring sea is mostly frozen over close to shore; further
out huge floes are drifting; occasional stunted trees and
bushes lift heads heavy with snow and icicles. It is evening.
The sun has already set, leaving behind the golden splendor
of its afterglow.
Before
our eyes are two female figures and out of the afterglow is
born — we might say is sent forth — a messenger
from the higher worlds, who stands before the women and
listens with close attention to what they are telling of
their inmost feelings and experiences.
One of
the two standing there hugs her arms tightly to her body,
cowers together, and exclaims: “I am freezing
cold.” The eyes of the other woman wander over the
snow-clad plain, out to the frozen waters and over the trees
thick with hanging icicles, and from her lips burst forth the
words “how glorious this whole landscape is.” She
is utterly heedless of her own feelings, utterly oblivious to
her physical suffering from the cold. We feel warmth
streaming into her heart, for she has no attention to spare
for her physical bodily discomfort, being inwardly
overwhelmed by the wonderful beauty of this chill and frozen
scene. Then the sun sinks further and further, the color
fades out of the afterglow and the two friends fall into a
deep slumber. One of them, the one who had been so acutely
conscious of the cold in her bodily self, sinks into a sleep
which might easily become fatal; the other sinks into a sleep
in which we can recognize the influence of the emotion
expressed in the words “How glorious,” which
continues to warm her limbs and keep them full of life
throughout her slumber. And she hears the youth who, born out
of the glory of the afterglow, says to her these words,
“Thou art Art”; and then she falls asleep.
With her
she took into her slumbers all the results of the impressions
made upon her by the landscape which has been described; and
a sort of dream mingled with her sleep. And yet it was not a
dream, but in a certain way a reality, although of a unique
kind akin to dreaming in its form. It was the manifestation
of a reality which this woman's soul had barely been able to
conceive before. For the experience that befell her was not a
dream; it merely resembled one. That which she experienced
may be described as “astral imagination.” And if
we are to describe her visions we cannot do it otherwise than
by setting forth in words the picture by means of which
“imaginative” perception speaks.
For the
soul of this woman became aware at that moment what the event
signalized. By the words of the youth, “Thou art
Art,” can be described intimately only by clothing the
experiences of the imaginative perceptions in words.
Accordingly let us thus clothe the impressions received by
the soul of that woman through the channel of this
imaginative percept.
When her
inner senses awoke and she began to take note of her
surroundings, she became aware of a remarkable figure —
very different in appearance from that which purely physical
experience would lead one to anticipate in a spiritual
figure, for it was poor in those characteristics which recall
the world of the physical senses. The only manner in which it
called to mind the world of the physical senses was by its
outline, which resembled three interlacing circles. The
circles stood one upon another, much as if one were
horizontal, another vertical, the third running from right to
left; and the currents which flowed through these circles and
made their presence known were not reminiscent of any
impression received by the physical senses; rather did they
recall something purely psychic, something which can only be
compared with the impressions and feelings of the soul. But a
something streamed out from this figure which can best be
described by saying that it was like a deep and repressed
inner sorrow concerning some event. When the soul of the
woman observed this she made up her mind to enquire
“What is the cause of thy sorrow?” and this is
the answer which came to her from that figure belonging to
the spirit world: “Indeed, I have a real reason for
manifesting this emotion, for I belong to a high spiritual
race. I appear to thee now just as a human soul would appear,
but thou must soar far into the realms of the hierarchies to
discover the place whence I come. My sorrow is that mankind
on the other side of my life, in the physical world where at
present we are not dwelling, has robbed me of the last of my
off-spring. I have descended to this level from the higher
hierarchies, but men have torn the last of my descendants
from me, taken him to live among them and chained him to a
rock-like structure, after making him as little as
possible.
Thereupon, this woman's soul felt drawn upon to ask,
“Who exactly art thou? At this moment I can only
describe things with the words which I remember as the result
of life on the physical plane. How canst thou make me
comprehend thy nature and the nature of thy offspring whom
mankind has enchained?”
And the
Spirit answered: “Over yonder in the physical world men
describe me as one of the senses — as quite a minor
sense — which they call equilibrium, which has become
quite little, and is composed of three incomplete circles
attached to one another in the ear. This is my last tiny
offspring. They have torn him from me into the other world,
and taken away that which belonged to him here, namely, the
power to move freely in any direction. Similarly they have
broken each of the circles, and attached him firmly on each
side to a base. In this realm — as thou seest me now
— I am not attached: I show perfect circles which ever
way you look at me; I am complete in every direction. Now for
the first time thou seest my real form.”
Thereupon the woman's soul felt compelled to ask, “In
what way can I help thee?”
The
figure from the spirit world replied, “Thou canst only
help me by uniting thy soul with mine, and bringing into me
over here all that men learn during physical life yonder
through the sense of equilibrium. Thou wilt then grow to be a
part of me; thou wilt become as great as I am myself; in this
way thou wilt liberate thy sense of equilibrium and raise
thyself — a spiritually free being — above thy
attachment to the earth!”
And the
soul of the woman did so. She became one with that figure of
the spirit world. And in becoming one with it she became
aware that she must carry out some purpose. So she put one
foot in front of the other, changing repose into movement,
and changing movement into dance, completed it as a form.
“Now thou hast transformed me!” cried the figure
from the spirit world. Now I have become that which I can
only become through thy agency if thou continuest to behave
as thou hast just been behaving. Now I have become a part of
thee, and become so in a manner that men can have only
guessed at my real being. Now I have become the art of dance.
Because thou hast will to remain a soul and hast not united
thyself with physical matter, thou hast been enabled to set
me free. And at the same time thou hast, by thine ordered
steps, led me up to the spiritual hierarchies to which I
belong, to the Spirits of Motion; and thou hast led me to the
Spirits of Form by grouping thy steps into a rhythmic
pattern. Thou hast brought me myself to Spirits of Form. But
at present thou mayest go no further; for wert thou to
advance but one step beyond what thou hast already done for
me all that thou hast done would become useless. For it is
the Spirits of Form who are charged with the bringing about
of everything in the earth's evolution. Wert thou to intrude
upon the mission of the Spirits of Form thou wouldst destroy
everything thou hast accomplished; for thou couldst not help
falling into the reign spoken of as the “Furnace of
desire” by those who on earth describe the appearance
of the spiritual worlds. Thy spiritual dance would be
transformed into one arising out of mad passion. So long as
men act on their very slightest knowledge of me as exhibited
in their dances of today. But by doing only what thou hast
just done and by grouping them into form thou makest in thy
steps a copy of those mighty measures performed by planets
and suns in the sky in order first to create the physical
world of the senses!”
The soul
of the woman continued to live on in this condition of
consciousness. And another spirit figure approached her
— also very different in appearance from that which
men, with their physical sense-perception, usually conceive
when they think of a spirit form. The figure which confronted
her was so to speak, bounded by a horizontal plane and
consisted of only two dimensions, but it presented one unique
characteristic. Although it was bounded by a horizontal
plane, the soul of the woman, being in the condition of
imaginative perception, could behold both sides of it at
once, and this figure showed two totally different aspects
— one on one side and one on the other.
Again
the soul of the woman put a question to the figure,
“Who art thou?”
And this
figure replied, “My home is in the higher regions. I
have come down to the region known to you as the region of
the spirit, and which here is called the Region of the
Archangels. I have descended to this level and was obliged to
do so in order to come into touch with the physical realm of
earth. But mankind tore the last of my offspring from me and
took him away; and over yonder they have imprisoned him in
their own physical form, where they call him one of their
senses and describe him as the sense of
individual movement — as that living part of themselves
by which they move their limbs and other portions of their
body.
And the
soul of the woman asked, “What can I do for
thee?” Thereupon also this figure said, “Make
thine own being one with mine, so that thine own being
becomes a part of mine!”
The soul
of the woman did so. And she became one with this spirit
figure and slipped entirely into it. Once more did this
woman's soul expand, waxing great and beautiful. And the
spirit figure said to her, Behold, by doing this thou has won
the ability to endow the souls of men upon the physical plane
with a special faculty which is exercised by a part of that
nature which the youthful messenger assigned to thee; for by
doing this thou hast become what is known as the “Art
of pantomime, the art of expression by mimicry.”
And
since the soul of this woman still kept a memory of her
earthly form, for she had been asleep but a little while, she
could pour into that form everything now contained in the
figure before her. And she became the archetype of the art of
acting.
“But thou must only go a certain distance,” said
the figure from the spirit world. “Thou mayest only
pour into the form just what thou expressest by movement. As
soon as thou pourest in thine own desires, thou wilt distort
the form into a grimace, and the destiny of thine art will be
cut short. That is what mankind has been doing over there.
They have been putting their desires and passions into their
mimic pantomime in order to express themselves; But thou must
let only selflessness come to expression; thus thou becomest
merged with the archetype of the art of acting.”
The soul
of the woman continued to live on in this state of
consciousness, and another spirit figure drew near which
veritably made itself manifest only on one plane, moving only
along a line. The soul of the woman observed that this spirit
figure also, moving on one plane was sorrowing, and when she
enquired ““What can I do for thee?” the
figure replied, “My home is in higher regions, in
loftier spheres. But I have descended through the realms of
the hierarchies to the one known to thee through the care of
occult science as the Region of the Spirits of Personality,
of which men possess only a copy,” For this figure too
had to confess that on coming into touch with humanity it had
lost the last of its offspring. And the figure continued,
“Men call the last of my offspring their vitality,
their sense of being alive, as long as they are on earth,
meaning that which makes them aware of their own
personalities; that which permeates them in the form of a
momentary mood or pleasure, and that which lends energy and
persistence to their individual forms. But they have fettered
this sense in themselves.”
“What can I do for thee?” asked the soul of the
woman. Once more the figure demanded, “Thou must make
thyself a part of mine own being. Thou must abandon all human
feeling of selfhood and dissolve thyself in my form —
thou must merge thyself in me and become one with
me!”
And the
soul of the woman did so. And she became aware that although
the figure had an extension on only one plane, she herself
was filled with power radiating in every direction, and that
she was now completely occupying the body that she wore on
Earth, the body she remembered and which appeared to her here
the more radiant and beautiful in consequence. Then the
spirit figure said, “By this act of thine thou hast
attained to something which endows thee with another
individual talent in the great domain after which thou hast
been named. At this moment thou hast become that which
mankind over yonder possesses, though only as a possibility;
thou hast become one with the archetype of the Art of
Sculpture”
The soul
of the woman became merged with the archetype of sculpture,
and could now itself pour out a talent into the souls of men
by reason of that which it had taken up into itself. By the
aid of that Spirit of Personality she was able to pour this
into the souls of men; she could do this in the form of
talent. And by doing so she endowed mankind upon the earth
with plastic fancy, with the ability to create in plastic
outline.
“But thou must not go a step further than thou hast
gone! Thou must abide entirely within the limits of thy form.
For that which is in thee may only be taken up as far as the
Spirits of Form and the regions where they dwell. For if thou
goest beyond, thou wilt function as the realm which arouses
human passions; if thou dost not stay within the limits of
noble form nothing good can possibly be wrought within thy
sphere. But if thou abidest within the noble confines of thy
form, thou canst pour into that form that which can only be
realized in the distant future. And then, although humanity
is far from having attained the bodies by means of which they
can enact with purity of life that which to-day is given over
to quite other forces within them, Thou wilt be allowed to
show them what humanity will at some time experience in a
purified state, upon the future planet of Venus, when their
bodies will have become quite different from what they are
now. Thou canst contrast them with the human forms of to-day,
and show how pure and chaste the human form of the future is
to be.”
And out
of the sea of changing figures in the imaginative perception
there arose something resembling the archetype of the Venus
of Milo.
“Thou mayst go only a certain length in the moulding of
form. The instant thou passest the boundaries of form even a
little, as soon as thou destroyest the powerful personality
whose office it is to hold the human form together, thou
standest at the boundary of that which can be beautiful and a
work of art.”
And once
more a form arose from the tossing waves of the changing sea
of astral imaginative world. And it's aspect disclosed that
its content had brought the human figure to the edge of the
boundary where the form would break the coherence of the
personality, where the personality would be lost is a step or
two further were taken. And the form of the Laokoon arose out
of the picture in the astral world.
And the
soul of the woman continued to enjoy new experiences in the
world of imagination. A figure now drew near concerning which
she knew, “This being is not to be found yonder on the
physical plane; the physical plane contains nothing capable
of manifesting it; I am becoming aware of it for the first
time. There are so many things upon the physical plane which
distantly recall this figure — but nothing so complete
in outline as that which I see here.” It was a
strangely austere figure which, in response to an inquiry of
the woman's soul, announced that its home was in wide-flung
regions, not merely in lofty ones, but that at present it was
obliged to function in the realm of the hierarchies known as
the Spirits of Form. “Mankind over yonder.” Said
this figure to the soul of the woman, “has never been
able to give an exact representation of me, or bring anything
into being which exactly corresponds to me. For my form, as
it appears here, does not exist on the physical plane.
Therefore they had to break me into pieces, and only through
my having been shattered by them I am able to lend thee
certain faculties, if thou accomplishest that which thou
canst accomplish by joining thyself to me and becoming one
with me. By this means thou canst place a creative
picture-making faculty in the souls of men. But because this
faculty is torn to bits in the world of men the whole of it
can only appear as scattered fragments which come up
individually here and there. No part of me can be termed a
human sense, and therefore mankind has been unable to bind
me. They have only been able to tear me to pieces. From me
too have they taken my last offspring; but they have torn him
into pieces.”
Once
again — not shrinking for the moment from the sacrifice
of being torn to pieces — did the soul of this woman
unite herself with this spirit being. Thereupon the spirit
being said to her, “Now thou hast once more become,
through this act of thine, another individual faculty of that
which thou hast been called as a whole; thou hast become the
archetype of architecture, and of the art of building. Thou
canst bestow upon mankind the archetype of architectural
fancy, by pouring into their souls that which thou hast just
attained. But thou wilt be only able to bestow upon them an
architectural fancy showing them single ideas if thou wilt
follow up these ideas by which they will be able to build
structures having the effect of something spreading downwards
from the spiritual world, such as the Pyramids
represent.”
“Thou wilt endow men with the ability to make what can
only be a copy of what I am, by leading them to devote the
science of building to the erection of a spiritual temple and
not to the construction of something to be used for earthly
purpose, and causing them to impress this character on its
very exterior.” And now there appeared — as the
pyramid had formerly arisen from the tossing astral sea
— the Greek Temple.
And
another figure arose out of this tossing astral sea — a
figure that did not strive downwards from above, seeking to
broaden out below, but one that strove upwards, becoming
younger the higher it ascended; a third figure into which
architectural fancy had to be born: — the Gothic
Cathedral.
And the
soul of this woman continued to live on within the world of
the imagination, and another figure came up to her, even
stranger and still more remarkable than the preceding.
Something streamed out of it which felt like the warmth of
love, and something again that produced quite a chilling
effect
“Who art thou” said the soul of the woman.
“I
have a name rightly applied over yonder among those only on
the physical plane who bring men intelligence from the
spiritual world. They understand how to apply only my name
correctly, for I am called intuition, and I come hither from
a wide-flung realm. And inasmuch as I have taken my way from
a wide-flung realm to come down into the world I may say that
I have come from the realm of Seraphim!”
This
figure of intuition was of the nature of the Seraphim. And
once more the soul of the woman said, “What dost thou
desire me to do?”
“Thou must unite thyself with me! Thou must dare to
unite thyself with me! Then wilt thou be able to kindle in
the souls of mankind on earth a faculty which again is a part
of their inventive activity, and whereby thou wilt become an
individual faculty in that whole which the youth earlier
described thee as being”
The soul
of the woman resolutely undertook this deed, and by so doing
she became something which was in actual fact very different
and very remote from a human bodily figure, something which
could have been appreciated only by one who has looked deep
into the soul of man himself. For that into which the soul of
the woman had been transformed could only be compared with
something purely astral, something etheric within it.
“Because thou didst this,” said the seraphic
spirit figure named Intuition, “thou art now capable of
endowing men with the faculty which consist of representing
ideas in color, and thus hast become the archetype of the art
of painting. Thou wilt therefore be able to kindle faculty in
men; to bestow it upon one of their senses, the eye, which
contains a property that in its thought-activity is not
affected by the individual human ego — namely
comprehensive outlook upon the outer world — now that
thou thyself possessest the painter's gift for visualizing
ideas in color. And through this sense men will be able to
see, shining through the surface of things which appear
lifeless and soulless to ordinary vision, their soul being.
Men will be able through this faculty of yours, to animate
with soul all the qualities of color and of form. Which they
ordinarily discern upon the surface of things. Moreover, they
will so make use of their art that soul shall speak through
form, and that color shall not convey merely an external
sense-impression, but that the color which they spread with
magical skill upon their canvas shall relate something about
the inner nature of color, just as everything having its
origin in me passes outwards from the inmost recesses. Thou
wilt be able to give men a faculty by means of which they
can, by their own soul-light, carry even into lifeless
nature, otherwise regarded as a mere soulless mass of forms
and colors, the quality known as soul-motion. And thou wilt
be able to give them the means of transforming that motion
into repose, and so fixing the changeable aspects of the
outer physical world. The fleeting momentary tints down which
the glory of the rising sun noiselessly speeds — the
colors to be found in lifeless nature — these thou wilt
teach them to preserve!”
And a
picture rose out of the surging sea of imaginative world, a
picture representing a landscape. And another picture rose up
representing something else which the spirit figure explained
by the following comment: “That which occurs in the
experience of human life, whether the time be long or short,
whether it takes place in a minute or an hour or in
centuries, and which is concentrated into one short moment,
that experience thou wilt teach men to record through this
faculty which thou art bestowing upon them. Even when the
past and the future cross each other with a mighty sweep,
even when the two movements of the past and future collide,
wilt thou instruct men how to record the instant of the
collision as a point of undisturbed rest lying between
them.” And out of the tossing world of imagination rose
Leonardo da Vinci's picture The Last Supper.
“But thou wilt have difficulties as well. And thy
greatest difficulties will occur when thou allowest men to
exercise this faculty of thine upon objects already possessed
of movement and soul, objects into which they have already
sent movement and soul from the physical plane. There it will
be the boundary where the copy of the original archetype
which thou art, can still be called “Art.”
“Yet danger is close at hand. And out of the tossing
sea of the imaginative world rose the Portrait.
And the
soul of the woman continued to live on in the imaginative
world. Another figure approached her — a strange figure
once again, and one resembling nothing to be found in the
physical world — also one that maybe termed a
“heavenly figure” and not to be compared with
anything upon the physical plane. The soul of the woman
asked, “Who art thou?” and the figure replied, I
have on earth a name that is rightly employed by those only
who bring messages to men from the spirit world; these people
call me Inspiration. I come hither from a wide-flung realm,
but my immediate abode is in the region known — where
the spiritual world is spoken of among men — as the
region of the Cherubim.”
The
figure from the realm of the Cherubim freed itself from the
embrace of the imaginative world. Again to a question asked
by the soul of the woman, “What can I do for thee? What
am I to do?” it answered, “Thou must transform
thyself into myself. Thou must become one with me!”
Despite
the danger attendant on such an action, the soul of the woman
dissolved itself into the being of this Cherubim. And when
she did this, she became still more unlike all physical forms
which are to be found upon earth. While one could say of the
former figure, “There is at least something having
analogy with it to be found on earth,” one could only
describe this figure by saying that it possessed a being
utterly foreign to everything earthly and incapable of being
compared with anything on earth. The very soul of the woman
became quite unlike all earthly things; her appearance became
such that one could see that she had herself passed over into
a spirit realm, and belonged, with her whole being, to the
spirit realm, which is not found in the world of the
senses.
“Because thou hast done this, thou canst implant a
faculty in the souls of men. And when this faculty is
absorbed into the souls of men on earth, it will live in
those souls in the form of musical fancy. Men will have
nothing they can take from outside, so far has thy faculty
estranged them from the earth — they will have nothing
external upon which to record the impression received by the
soul itself beneath thy inspiring influence. They must fan
those impressions into flame in a new manner by means of a
sense with which they are familiar in quite a different
connection. They will have to give a new form to the sense of
tone; they will have to find the musical tone in their own
souls, as if they were creating from heavenly heights! And
when men create in this fashion, something will flow out of
their own individual souls which will be like a human
reflection of all that can only grow and blossom imperfectly
in external nature. From the human soul will flow reflected
forth the murmuring of the brook, the power of the wind, the
roll of the thunder. It will not be a copy of these things,
but something that will step forth as self-evidently a sister
of all these beauties of nature which flow, as it were, out
of unknown spirit depths. This is what will surge forth from
out of the souls of men. They will be enabled to create
something that will enrich the earth, which is new to the
earth, that would not have come into existence without this
faculty of thine — something that is like a seed for
the future of the earth. And thou wilt confer on them the
ability to express certain living emotions in their souls
which never could be uttered if mankind were confined to
their present endowments of thought and conception. All the
feelings which cause human language to shrivel up, or which
would freeze to death if they were dependent upon verbal
conception would be sheer poison, will attain through thee
the possibility of breathing out the innermost being of the
soul over the circumference of the earth, upon the wings of
song and ballad, and the imprinting upon that circumference
something that would otherwise not be there. All complicated
and profound emotions, all emotions existing like a mighty
world itself within the human soul — emotions which
could otherwise never come to external expression in such
shape and which could only be experienced by exploring, by
means of the human soul, universal history and cosmic space
and all other realms shut out from external experience (for
all the opposing currents flowing through centuries and
millennia would have to flow into the picture in order to
show what mankind has learned at one time and another)
— all this can be compressed by men, through thy
faculty and poured into a form which they have made their own
— the musical symphony.”
And the
soul of the woman understood how one brings down what we call
inspiration from the spirit heights of the world, and how
this should be expressed by the normal human soul; she
understood that this can only be expressed by musical sound.
The soul of the woman now knew that if the occult
investigator desires to describe the world of inspiration,
and if this world is to be reproduced upon the physical plane
by physical means so as to be more than a mere copy —
if it is to be presented directly to human beings, this can
only be accomplished through a musical work of art. And the
soul of the woman understood how a musical composition could
express such a stupendous event as Ouranos kindling his own
emotion in the fire of Gaia's love, or how it could portray
what happened when Kronos desired to illuminate his inner
spirit nature with the light of Zeus!
Such
were the deep experiences attained by the soul of that woman
through contact from the Cherubim.
And the
soul of the woman continued to live on into that which is
called the imaginative world. And another figure approached
her: once again very different from anything to be found upon
earth. To the question of the woman's soul, “Who art
thou?” this spirit figure replied, “My name is
only used correctly by those in the physical world who
declare spiritual events to men. For I am Imagination! My
home is in a distant country, but from that far country I
have betaken myself to that region of the hierarchies known
as the region of the Spirits of Will.”
“What can I to do for thee?” the soul of the
woman once more enquired.
This
figure also demanded that the soul of the woman should unite
its own being with this figure from the Spirits of Will. And
once more the soul of the woman became very unlike the
ordinary soul figure; she was transformed entirely into a
figure of soul.
“By doing this thou hast obtained the ability to
breathe into the souls of men that faculty which men on earth
know as poetic or lyric fancy. Thou hast become the archetype
of poetic fancy. And through thee, men will be able to
express in speech something they could never express if they
were to cleave to the outer world with a desire to reproduce
only what is found in the physical world. Thou wilt endow men
with the ability to express through thy fancy all that comes
into touch with their own will, and which could not be
expressed in any other form or stream out of the human soul
through earthly means. Thou wilt enable men to express this.
On the wings of thy rhythm and thy meter and all the gifts
thou wilt be able to offer to men, they will express things
for which speech would otherwise be far too coarse an
instrument. Thou wilt enable them to express that which
otherwise could not be expressed at all.”
And in
the vision of Poetry there appeared the events of the
centuries in the history of nations, and its inspiring effect
upon entire races.
“Moreover, thou wilt be able to compass something that
could never be represented by any outward physical event. Thy
messengers will be the skalds and the poets of all the ages.
They will put into their epics the compact history of human
epochs, and thou wilt be able to lend a magic life upon the
stage to the forms assumed by the will when heated passions
are arrayed against one another. Thou wilt now show, how men,
fighting upon solid earth, would vie in vain, how the shock
of conflicting passions brings death to one side and victory
to the other. Thou wilt give men the possibility of dramatic
art!”
And the
soul of the woman became aware at this moment of an inner
experience such had only to be described by the use of our
earthly expression “an awakening.”
How did
she come to awake? She woke up by becoming aware of what we
may call reflected images of things not to be found upon the
earth itself. She herself had become of one nature with
imagination. That which lives on our earth as poetry is a
reflection of imagination. The soul of the woman beheld the
reflection of imagination in the art of poetry. And through
beholding this she awoke. She had to forsake the dreamlike
spiritual world, it is true, by reason of her awakening; yet
she had come at any rate to a region that resembles —
though it be but a lifeless reflection thereof — the
spirit life of spiritual imagination. This is how she came to
wake.
And when
she awoke she observed that the night had passed. Once more
the snow-clad landscape lay stretching around her; the
drifting icebergs were floating off the shore and the icicles
hanging on the trees. But as she awoke she noticed the other
woman lying by her side, nearly rigid with the cold she had
endured without being inwardly warmed by the impression
“Oh! How glorious!” which her companion had
received from this snowy scene. The soul of the woman who had
encountered all these experiences during the night now became
aware that the other woman, who had nearly frozen to death
from inability to receive impressions in the spirit world,
was Human Knowledge! And she took charge of her in
order to be able to bestow upon her some of her own warmth.
She comforted and tended her, and the other woman gradually
grew warm under the influence of what the soul of her
companion had brought back as the result of her night's
experiences.
In the
east the dawn heralding the sun's approach begins to spread
over the landscape, and its glow grows rosier and rosier. And
now that she is awake the soul of the woman who had met with
these experiences during the night can behold and hear the
things that human creatures all the world over speak about
when they have had a dim inner intimation of realities that
can be experienced in the world of the imagination. She hears
amid the chorus of human voices the utterances sung by the
noblest among them, representing their conjectures about
matters upon which they are in no wise informed by
imagination, but which they let pour out of the innermost
depths of their soul as a beacon for mankind. She hears the
voice of the poet who has apprehended the majesty of the
experience that can come into the human soul out of the
imaginative world. She understands now that she must act as
the savior of what upon earth is half frozen knowledge; she
understands that she must warm it and permeate it with her
own nature, especially with her art nature, and that she must
recount the memories of her dreams during the night to this
half frozen knowledge. And she observes how that which was
half congealed can thaw into life again with the speed of the
wind, so soon as knowledge accepts in the form of perception
that which is brought to it in the form of revelation.
Once
again she gazes into the dawn which becomes a symbol to her
of the state out of which she has awakened, and a symbol also
of her own imaginings. And she understands the lines of the
poet who has sung so wisely as the outcome of his
premonitions. That which her new spiritual powers sang to her
now comes ringing from the whole wide earth: —
Only
through the dawn of Beauty
Shalt thou reach the realm of Truth!
From
shorthand notes of a lecture delivered 28th
October, 1909
The authorized English Translations Edited by H. Collison
Rudolf Steiner Publishing Co., 54 Bloomsbury Street,
W.C.1.
New York: Anthroposophic Press printed in England
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