A Dream: I am to marry a man. He is young, & looks Hindu with dark honey skin, short brown/black hair & warm green & yellow (hazel?) eyes. He takes me to a huge castle to meet his family. We enter a chamber made of wet hand-hewn rock. Our footsteps echo as we pass thru the cavernous hall & greet 2 very dignified crones. One is 70 years young; & the ‘Queen matriarch’ who looks like a wax figure, will soon be 92. Beside them is woman, & I seem to know that she has just turned 49. Sitting on a low footstool are 2 young maidens of 7 & 9 - They all have bright red hair piled up in elaborate beehive up-dos, & are dressed in dazzling formal wear of a Renaissance style. As I am introduced, the women incline their heads slightly but do not meet my eye. (I don’t remember their names) The young girls both have brilliant green & white eyes that make me think that they aren’t completely human, The older one is named Evelyn & the younger is Betty. On hearing Evey’s name I immediately become lucid, saying to myself, ‘O, wow, I am having a teaching dream, I’ll have to tell Margli’ (?) I look closer at the girls & catch a glimpse of some sort of spirit being, of the not-so-nice variety, a kind of hungry ghost, going in & out of their eyes. I glace around to see if anyone else notices this, but no one seems to. It feels like they are in a kind of symbolic tableau, each in their own world… My ‘fiancé’ & I move off into another huge hall where we meet up with a Priest & his retinue. He is dressed in the Cardinal’s red, & on either side of him are 2 brown robed figures, hoods covering their heads & faces… I flash on the robes Sister Lucia (Imperator of S.R.I.A.) made for the initiates in the early 80’s. I remember asking her why the robes were brown & not the traditional black, & Sister L said she didn’t want to make the robes black “…since that seemed sinister”. “Brown” she declared “was better. It is a grounded, true earth color, & I favor it as a Virgo…”I sigh & wonder what ever happened to Frater A & what’s his name, the other Italian occultist? Anyway…I also notice that there are other ‘important’ looking men in the group, they are old & bespectacled - One reminds me of a cross between Freud, Torquemada, & a very anal accountant. I think ‘old men, cold men’. There are altar boys with bruised faces swinging braziers of incense, & various business people with clip boards. The Cardinal waves his bony hand & someone sets down a box in front of me, which looks as if it’s been craved out of ivory. The ‘diorama’ is divided into 3 sections. The Cardinal says “What do you see ?” The instant I look at it I feel as though I know everything - every answer to every riddle ever. In that moment, poof, I know the meaning of life, click, flash: ‘O, so that’s it! And, hey, I always knew this, right ?’ - But I am extremely reluctant to tell the Priest anything. ‘He won’t understand, or he will use it against me, or he’ll make it into a weapon, or some how it will come to an evil end - Ok, ok already I say to myself - no use getting paranoid. Fine, the guy creeps me out, yeah sure, I don’t trust him, but I don’t need to get all freaked out & vibe down to his dark heart.’ I keep looking around me, feeling the tense mood. My fiancé is no longer by my side. The cardinal grunts & says “She doesn’t know”… They start to take the ornate box away, but I stop them with the words “I know! How could I not know. It’s, it’s, the 1st space of the Ineffable; the 2nd space of the Ineffable; & the 3rd space of the Ineffable. But you forgot a bunch of other realms, you silly old goat-ling - like the Treasury of Light - But I guess you couldn’t steal enough Ivory to carve the Pleroma eh?” As I am saying this, I hear our dog Sassafras barking in ‘real-time’ - like an echo in a dream within a dream. I don’t fully awaken; the sound just reinforces my lucidness & the thought comes to me that ‘the 3rd space’ reminds me of the Bible passage “Wisdom set Herself a table…” Then I notice that ‘Jesus’ is sitting at the head of the table. He has a large crucifix, like a giant spine coming out of his back -It looks like a big guitar sticking out of his neck, towering above his head. I flash on Patti Smith’s song: “Jesus died for somebody’s sins but not mine…” One of the robed goons pushes me. Visions of my Rock & Roll days in NYC slap up like a tidal wave & then recede/reseed… My eyes focus on the 2nd space - it appears to be a marriage bed – ‘Ok, right, it’s the syzygy of The Christ & Pistis Sophia.’ I say to myself. But Sophia is alone, the bed next to her is empty, yet I can still make out the impression which ‘The Body of Christ’ has left on the creamy folds of the ivory sheets. I cry out, ‘No, no way, not this time, you can’t separate them, you can’t take my husband away again, I won’t let you.’ I am aware of hearing the sound of my voice in my ‘real-time’ ears, whimpering & slurred yet punctuating out of the dreamtime, deepening my lucid attention. The Cardinal yells ‘She knows!’ His croaking face becomes a negative image of itself, an X-ray showing his skull in black & white. The 2 hooded figures pull swords out of their robes & come after me. ‘How cliché’ I think as I run into another big room with a cathedral ceiling. I am looking down at myself from the sky-light as I slowly begin to wield my own sword in a large figure 8 in front of me. ‘Hey, look at me I can spin fire’ - I laugh as I work on setting up a good rhythm. In my left hand I have a sharp wand that I use to make the points in the yin/yang of my lemniscate. I know I have to stab the Cardinal & his retinue in the throat with both blades at the same time. One by one the ‘evil spirits’ of the Cardinal’s people enter into the belly of the priest, his face flashing in the negative. One by one, I stab at him/them - all the while making the lemniscate pattern with my right-hand sword. I am aware of thinking, ‘Oui, my arm is getting tired, I can’t keep this up for very long, man am I out of shape, my arms used to be a lot stronger.’ Then I think ‘you’re dreaming, remember, you can do this as long as you need to’ & yet I still can’t make the Cardinal stop coming back again & again no matter how fancy my footwork is, or how hard I spin the 8. I can hear my grunts & mumbling in ‘real-time’, causing my real-life husband CG to shift in bed. I find that my left eye is opened a tiny cat-slit, so I can just make him out there beside me, & still be in the dreamscape at the same time. I think ‘There he is, CG my beloved Solar king. All is well.’ And then I get this image superimposed over the other 2 realms, of my true husband as Christian Rosenkreutz laying in the tomb. This gives me courage & new resolve in the battle. My sword spins the figure 8 smoothly & so fast it makes a song, like a singing bowl. I laugh & think to myself: ‘This is my Guardian of the Threshold. I am facing my lower Guardian - I can do this, I can get thru the portal’. I try to fly up to the sky light in the beautiful cathedral ceiling, but I can’t get out. I try going thru the stained-glass window, but I just bounce back. Then all of a sudden - the ‘Guardian’ is gone, & I stand there confused & out of breath. I hear the dog calling & feel myself rising up into full consciousness. I allow it this time, but still keep it very slow & controlled, so I can hold the images & not snap ‘awake’. I lay there for a while not moving. As I calm my breath, I feel the very strong presence of Rudolf Steiner - I see his face hovering over me - intense & penetrating - a heavy feeling - like he is carrying the weight of all the worlds’ karma, yet tolerant & comforting, extremely intimate. Tears streaming, I hold the feeling of being held. There is a profound overlay in my heart of the combined energies of Rudolf Steiner holding Christian Rosenkreutz, holding The Christ, holding me, holding Mother Earth – an ever evolving tapestry of Universal becoming. With my sobs CG stirs & says ‘Hey hag-a-lious, you were talking in your sleep again. You must have had quite a dream, my love.’ I roll into his arms, & thru my tears relate my vision, which is still unfolding within me. At 1st I was disappointed that I couldn’t get past the guardian, but the over-all feeling of the dream is so rich & enlivening that I feel honored to receive it, & look forward to embracing it further. What stays with me most is the face of Rudolf Steiner - a blessed affirmation. ~hag
25 August 2025 - “Speaking with the Stars”
Rudolf Steiner’s Lectures on this day
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.” ~H.G. Wells ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY
79 – Deathday of Pliny the Elder, Roman commander & philosopher – died while attempting to rescue a friend from the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in Stabiae that had just destroyed the cities of Pompeii & Herculaneum. The prevailing wind caused by the sixth & largest pyroclastic surge of the eruption overcame his ship
1270 – Deathday of Louis IX of France, the Crusader King, devoted to his people, founding hospitals, visiting the sick like his patron St. Francis, even caring for people with leprosy. Louis united France. Every day he invited 13 guests from among the poor to eat with him.
1530 – Birthday of Ivan the Terrible
1609 – Galileo Galilei demonstrates his first telescope to Venetian lawmakers
1744 – Birthday of Johann Gottfried Herder, German poet, philosopher, friend of Goethe 1814 – The U.S. Library of Congress was destroyed by British forces
1867 – Deathday of Michael Faraday, English physicist & chemist, who contributed to the study of electromagnetism. Albert Einstein kept a picture of Faraday on his study wall, alongside pictures of Isaac Newton & James Clerk Physicist Ernest Rutherford stated, “When we consider the magnitude and extent of his discoveries and their influence on the progress of science and of industry, there is no honour too great to pay to the memory of Faraday, one of the greatest scientific discoverers of all time”.
1900 – Deathday of Friedrich Nietzsche. Rudolf Steiner mentioned that in a previous life he was a Franciscan monk. Steiner also wrote: Friedrich Nietzsche, Fighter for Freedom GA5. The enigmatic Friedrich Nietzsche was seen by Steiner, but was lying in a coma near death. Nietzsche’s philosophy receives a scholarly & critical treatment & is then related to Nietzsche, the man. At one point in his life, Rudolf Steiner brought out an edition of some of Nietzsche’s writings. In seeing that Nietzsche’s ideas received a public exposure, Steiner was not identifying himself as one of Nietzsche’s disciples, but rather assuring philosophical readers that this important link in the spiritual development of occidental thought should not be ignored. Here is Steiner’s Memorial Address The Personality of Friedrich Nietzsche
1916 – The United States National Park Service is created 1950 – President Harry Truman orders the U.S. Army to seize control of the nation’s railroads to avert a strike
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