As I stood by the Chicago River at dusk, contemplating how the flow of the water was actually reversed in 1888 by the army corps of engineers, using a series of canal locks, increasing the flow from Lake Michigan to flush the city sewage & industrial waste down the Mississippi River basin. I angled a flat grey rock with a long white stripe & it skipped 3 times on the murky brown surface, startling a stack of turtles basking on a mossy concrete pillar. O, how life adapts & abounds! Splash waves circle out to meet the shore composed of bonded aggregate. Ha, I thought, the green dye of St. Paddies will never stain this overgrown branch of the reversed river, snaking with native grasses & spikey golden rod poking up thru the cracks in the sidewalk. I looked up stream. The silhouette of a woman in a kayak came flowing my way. The last crease of Sun-orange hovered on the horizon behind her. I spied the reflection of the planet Venus shimmering in the violet water before I saw it in the sky. This is not a lazy river. The eddies swirl with under currents pushing the flotsam & jetsam along on its tour of the meat-packing ‘City of Big Shoulders’. A fat translucent spider floated nearby at the end of an airborne silk strand. The temperature was a clement chill. Nine geese in a perfect V-formation trumpeted as they soared overhead. When the woman got close enough so we could see each other's faces, she addressed me. "Life is Life!" she exclaimed jubilantly…then paddled onward. I agreed. And as the stars cut thru the twilight, I could see the majestic flicker of eternity hidden in the passing moment. I cupped my hands in a reflex motion to hold the subtle yet stark recalibration that flooded into the cosmic scales of my thinking. A shift in the rip-tide of destiny waving with cicada song, lapping in my breath, thick as royal jelly, coloring the western horizon a hot pink pollen. And as I walked away, I caught a glimpse of the handwriting on the wall – O such brilliant graffiti - the spray-paint glimmering wet-fresh, narrating the street-smart-art of a New New Testament Gospel. The Yod of god pointing to the Moral of the Story, a wellspring so pure & clear that those who drink of its luminous melody, undulating with gratitude - shall never thirst – & the hunger for righteousness will be fulfilled. It’s true, the beggars for Spirit, discover the kingdom within. Suffering finds comfort. Harmony of soul comes when we understand the meaning of the Earth - With the Mercy seat glorified once again. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God in Everything. The peacemakers are the offspring – The persecuted lead us to do right. The insult of evil can be turned to the good. I am ever learning to rejoice & be glad of my karma, which leads me to the source of my destiny – The graffiti prophet reminding me that the Salt of the Earth can be transformed into light… ~hag
4 Septemeber 2024 - “Speaking with the Stars”
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY (inspired by Rudolf Steiner’s Original Calendar of the Soul: “What is presented here can be useful to those who wish to follow the path of humankind’s spiritual development“)
Birth & Death-Day of MOSES (from Rudolf Steiner’s Calendar of the Soul): According to Egyptian astrologers, the liberator of the children of Israel was to be born on this day- So all the male children were to be thrown into the water by order of King Pharaoh. Jochebed, Amram‘s wife, mother of Miriam, & Aaron, gave birth to her third child, a boy that morning at sunrise. Right from that moment the house was filled with a radiant light, so they knew he was an extraordinary child. After three months, Jochebed saw that she would not be able to conceal her child any longer. So she made a small, water-proof basket & set him down among the papyrus reeds growing on the brink of the Nile. Miriam remained nearby to watch the baby. The day was hot, & King Pharaoh’s daughter, Bithya, came out to the river, accompanied by her maids, to take a bath in the cool waters of the Nile. Suddenly, she heard the wailing of a small child, & she found the basket. Intrigued by the child’s beauty, Bithya tried to figure out a way to enable her to keep him for herself & save him from death, for she understood that this boy was from a Jewish family. The child refused to be nursed by any of the Egyptian maids-in-waiting, & continued to weep. At this moment, Miriam came over to the princess & offered to find a Jewish nurse. Bithya was glad of this solution, so Miriam rushed home & brought her mother Jochebed, to be his ‘nurse’. For two years the baby was left in his mother’s care. Meanwhile Bithya told Pharaoh about the boy she had adopted. Her father did not object as he felt sure that the danger had already been averted years ago. So Moses was taken to the royal court, where he grew up as the princely adopted son of the Pharaoh’s daughter. Once it happened that Moses was playing on King Pharaoh’s lap. He saw the shining crown, studded with jewels, reached for it & took it off. Pharaoh, asked his astrologers for the meaning of this action. They interpreted it to mean that Moses was a threat to Pharaoh’s crown & suggested that the child be put to death before it could do any harm. But one of the king’s counselors suggested that they should first test the boy to see whether his action was prompted by an evil intelligence, or if he was merely grasping for sparkling things as any other child would. Pharaoh agreed to this, & two bowls were set down before young Moses. One contained gold & jewels, & the other held glowing fire-coals. Moses reached out for the gold, but an angel re-directed his hand to the coals. Moses snatched a glowing coal & put it to his lips. He burned his hand & tongue, but his life was saved. After that fateful test, Moses suffered from a slight speech defect. He could not become an orator, but G‑d’s words that were spoken to him & with the help of his brother Aaron & sister Miriam, he was able to fulfill his mission. At age 20, Moses fled Egypt after killing an Egyptian he saw beating a Jew &made his way to Midian, where he married Zipporah, the daughter of Jethro, & fathered two sons, Gershom & Eliezer. When he was 80 years old, Moses was shepherding his father-in-law’s sheep when G‑d revealed himself to him in a burning bush at Mount Horeb (Sinai) & instructed him to liberate the Children of Israel. Moses took the Israelites out of Egypt, performed numerous miracles for them (the ten plagues in Egypt, the splitting of the sea, extracting water from a rock, bringing down the manna, etc), received the Torah from G‑d & taught it to the people, built the Mishkan (Divine dwelling) in the desert, & led the Children of Israel for 40 years as they journeyed through the wilderness; but G‑d did not allow him to bring them into the Holy Land. Moses passed away on his 120th birthday on Mount Nebo, within sight of the land he yearned to enter.
According to Konrad Burdach, Rudolf Steiner connects Moses in a later incarnation as Goethe, in a special lecture in the GA 138 series
1150 – Feast day of St. Rosalia – born of a Norman noble family that claimed descent from Charlemagne. Devoutly religious, she retired to live as a hermit in a cave on Mount Pellegrino, where she died alone in 1166. Tradition says that she was led to the cave by two angels. On the cave wall she wrote “I, Rosalia, daughter of Sinibald, Lord of Roses, and Quisquina, have taken the resolution to live in this cave for the love of my Lord, Jesus Christ.” In 1624, a plague beset Palermo. During this hardship Saint Rosalia appeared first to a sick woman, then to a hunter, to whom she indicated where her remains were to be found. She ordered him to bring her bones to Palermo and have them carried in procession through the city. The hunter climbed the mountain & found her bones in the cave as described. He did what she had asked in the apparition. After her remains were carried around the city three times, the plague ceased. After this Saint Rosalia was venerated as the patron saint of Palermo, & a sanctuary was built in the cave where her remains were discovered. On September 4 there is a tradition of walking barefoot from Palermo up to Mount Pellegrino. In Italian American communities in the United States, the September feast brings large numbers of visitors annually to the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn in New York City.
~ jbconradoSunday 22 September 2024 from 1 PM – 2:30 PM Central Time (US & Canada) Join us for an online Community gathering employing Science, Art, & Spirituality in the co-creation of a cosmopolitan Michaelmas Festival with Mysteria Mystica Americana (MA) All are welcome - Go to the Upcoming Events page to register Or simply Join Zoom Meeting 22 September 1 PM – 2:30 PM CT https://us06web.zoom.us/j/7050174041?pwd=IHmFS9yuzUXffIXg5b4OojEMtLzbFA.1&omn=86167978650 Meeting ID: 705 017 4041 Passcode: MA
Here is a link to recordings of our past offerings
Farm Day & Michaelmas Festival at Zinniker farmSaturday 28 September 2024 – 1 pm Biodynamic Prep making, 5 pm Potluck, 6 – 7:30 pm Sound Healing & other festivities celebrating the Season. RSVP only contact Hazel@CogRite.com Stay tuned for details
4 - 6 October 2024 Annual Southeast Biodynamic Conference - Celebrating the 100-year anniversary of biodynamic agriculture. Hosted by Jeff Poppen ‘the Barefoot Farmer’ Long Hungry Creek Farm in Red Boiling Springs, TN
Join us at the Goetheanum for the performance of Rudolf Steiner’s Four Mystery Dramas 26-31 December 2024
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