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                           FOUR MYSTERY PLAYS

                                   BY

                             RUDOLF STEINER

           Translated and Edited with the Author's Permission
           by H. Collison, M.A. Oxon., S. M. K. Gandell, M.A.
                Oxon., and R. T. Gladstone, M.A. Cantab.


                        The Portal of Initiation
                          The Soul's Probation
                     The Guardian of the Threshold
                          The Soul's Awakening


                          G. P. Putnam's Sons
                          New York and London
                        The Knickerbocker Press
                                  1920









INTRODUCTION


The four plays here produced in an English translation in two volumes,
are perhaps best described as Christian Mystery Plays. They are
intended to represent the experiences of the soul during initiation;
or, in other words, the psychic development of man up to the moment
when he is able to pierce the veil and see into the beyond. Through
this vision he is then able to discover his real self and carry
into effect the cryptic injunction graven on the old Greek temples
Gnôthi seauton, know thyself. At a later stage he comes to 'realize'
himself, and finally learns the true significance of the Second Advent
of our Lord. This process is known as the 'Rosicrucian' initiation--an
initiation specially adapted to modern days--the time and manner of
which depend on the individual nature and circumstances of each person.

The four plays form one continuous series, and the characters portrayed
are of quite an ordinary kind except that they take more than the
usual interest in spiritual matters, their first desire being so
to improve their own mental and moral state as to make them able to
benefit their fellows.

We find amongst them many types--the occult leader and the seeress who
explains the coming of Christ. We are shown the spiritual development
of an artist, a scientist, a philosopher, a historian, a mystic, and
a man of the world; and we hear too the scoffing cynicism of Germanus
and the materialistic views of Fox. We are led to realize how the
characters are connected on the physical as well as the spiritual
plane; and we learn also about the nature of elementals and the
twin forces of hindrance known as Lucifer and Ahriman; the former
of whom may be described as an embodiment of the spiritual impulse
to action, an impulse always necessary but often distorted to bring
about self-glorification rather than the ambition to do good; the
latter as an embodiment of an influence which seeks to materialize
everything, thus hindering true spiritual growth and freedom. These
two influences are given to man that he may gain free will by having
perfect liberty to guide them in the one direction or in the other.

With regard to the writing and production of the plays, Doctor
Steiner's habit is to write a play whilst the rehearsals are
actually in progress, finishing it a few days before the first public
performance, and the first play was written and acted in this manner
in August, 1910, the second in August, 1911, the third in August,
1912, and the fourth in August, 1913. It was not until then that the
complete key to the development of the characters was attainable. The
last play explains the progress of the other three, and, following
out the hint given in the second play by the account of the previous
incarnation in the Middle Ages, traces the characters right back to
their earlier incarnation in ancient Egypt.

The plays were performed in Munich every summer under the personal
direction of the author and were acted by men and women of several
nationalities--all students of his teaching. The audiences numbered
some two thousand and were composed entirely of his followers.

In 1913, owing to the difficulties and expense incurred each year
in securing an appropriate theatre, his supporters acquired a plot
of ground in Munich, and plans were designed for a theatre of their
own, but the Munich authorities after much prevarication and delay
finally prohibited its building, exhibiting in their treatment of
Rudolf Steiner the same illiberal spirit as they had shown at an
earlier date in the case of Richard Wagner.

Because of this, and because of the hostility which his writings
and lectures had aroused in other parts of Germany, Doctor Steiner
was led to set up his theatre in Switzerland at the little village of
Dornach--not far from Bâle. Here a theatre is being built in accordance
with his own designs and it is hoped that the plays will be performed
there regularly as soon as the edifice is complete.

In conclusion I should like to express my gratitude to my friends and
fellow students R. T. Gladstone, M.A., Cantab., and S. M. K. Gandell,
M.A., Oxon., for their most valuable help in the very difficult task
of translating the plays into English verse. Only a translator can
appreciate the difficulties involved in preserving both the sense
and rhythm of the original, and it is no exaggeration to say that
without their aid the production of these works in English would not
have been possible at the present time.

I should also like to take this occasion of thanking Doctor Steiner
himself for permitting me to attend the rehearsals and assist in the
performances of the plays. It was a great privilege and pleasure for
which I can never feel sufficiently grateful. And last, but not least,
I have to thank him for his ever kind and patient attention to all
my questions on the subject of these plays and of spiritual science
in general.


H. Collison.

New York, 1919.









CONTENTS


                                           PAGE

        The Portal of Initiation              1
        The Soul's Probation                141
        The Guardian of the Threshold         1
        The Soul's Awakening                135









THE PORTAL OF INITIATION


The general public has never been admitted to the performance of
these plays. The English editor has, however, ventured to give some
indication of the costumes and scenery, though this can only be
sufficient to give a general idea. The following is a summary of
the scenes:


A Prelude

Scene 1: A debating room. Theodora's vision of the coming Christ.

Scene 2: Johannes' meditation among the mountains: 'Know thou thyself.'

Scene 3: Meditation chamber. Maria's separation.

Scene 4: The Spirit of the Elements. The Soul-world.

Scene 5: The subterranean rock temple. The consultation of the
hierophants.

Scene 6: Continuation of Scene 4. Felicia: her First Fable. Germanus.

Scene 7: The Spirit-world. Maria and her soul powers. Theodora's
vision of the past incarnation of Maria and Johannes. The scene ends
with Benedictus' great mystic utterance.

An Interlude

Scene 8: The portrait of Capesius by Johannes. Strader's bewilderment.

Scene 9: Johannes' second meditation among the mountains three years
later than Scene 2. 'Feel thou thyself.'

Scene 10: As in Scene 3. A trial for Johannes.

Scene 11: The Temple of the Sun. Destiny and debtors.






BEINGS AND PERSONS REPRESENTED


In the Prelude and Interlude:

    Sophia.
    Estella.
    Two Children.

In the Mystery:

    Johannes Thomasius.
    Maria.
    Benedictus.
    Theodosius, whose prototype, as the Mystery proceeds, reveals
    itself as that of the Spirit of Love.
    Romanus, whose prototype, as the Mystery proceeds, reveals itself
    as that of the Spirit of Action.
    Germanus, whose prototype, as the Mystery proceeds, reveals itself
    as that of the Earth-brain.
    Helena, whose prototype, as the Mystery proceeds, reveals itself
    as that of Lucifer.
    Retardus, active only as a Spirit-influence.
    Philia   }      Friends of Maria, whose prototypes, as the
    Astrid   }      Mystery proceeds, reveal themselves as spirits
    Luna     }      of Maria's soul-powers.
    Professor Capesius.
    Doctor Strader.
    Felix Balde, who reveals himself as representative of the Spirit
    of Nature.
    Felicia Balde, his wife.
    The Other Maria, whose prototype, as the Mystery proceeds,
    reveals itself as the Soul of Love.
    Theodora, a Seeress.
    Ahriman and Lucifer, conceived as Soul-influences only.
    The Spirit of the Elements, conceived as a Spirit-influence.
    A Child, whose prototype, as the Mystery proceeds, reveals itself
    as a young soul.


As is usual in English stage directions, right means right of the
stage, and not right of the audience as in the original German. So
too the left is left of the stage.

The music at the representation of each play was by Mr. Adolf Arenson.



Notes on the Costumes Worn: The costumes worn are those of every day,
except that the female characters, over their dress, wear bright
broad stoles of a colour to suit their character.

Benedictus is usually in a black riding suit, top boots, and a
black mantle.

Lucifer has golden hair, wears crimson robes, and stands upon the
right of Johannes. Lucifer appears as female.

Ahriman, the conventional Satan, wears yellow robes and stands upon
the left of Johannes.

In the fifth and eleventh scenes and when in spirit form or acting as
hierophant Benedictus wears a long white robe over which is a broad
golden stole with mystic emblems in red. He also wears a golden mitre
and carries a golden crosier.

On such occasion Theodosius is similarly robed except that the stole,
mitre, and crosier are silver and the emblems blue. Similarly the
stole, mitre, and crosier of Romanus are bronze and the emblems
green. Retardus' costume is a mixture of the above three.

Germanus wears long brownish robes and is made to appear like a giant
with heavy clogs, as if tied to earth. Scene 6.

Philia, Astrid, and Luna in the seventh and eleventh scenes and in
the other plays have conventional angel-forms; Astrid is always in
the centre of this group; Luna is on her right; Philia on her left.

Theodora wears white and has angel's wings in the seventh and eleventh
scenes.

The Other Maria is dressed like a spirit (except in Scene 1) but one
associated with rocks and precious stones.









THE PORTAL OF INITIATION


PRELUDE


Sophia's room. The colour scheme is a yellow red. Sophia, with her
two children, a boy and a girl; later, Estella.

CHILDREN (singing, whilst Sophia accompanies them on the piano):

    The light of the sun is flooding
        The breadths of space;
    The song of the birds is filling
        The heights of the air;
    The blessing of plant-life unfoldeth
        Elemental Beings of earth;
    And human souls in reverent gratitude,
        Rise up to the spirits of the world.

SOPHIA: Now, children, go to your room and think over the words we
have just practised.

(Sophia leads the children out.)

(Enter Estella.)

ESTELLA: How do you do, Sophy? I hope I'm not intruding?

SOPHIA: Oh no, Estelle. I am very glad to see you.

(Asks Estella to be seated and seats herself.)

ESTELLA: Have you good news from your husband?

SOPHIA: Very good. He writes to me saying that he is interested
in the Congress of Psychologists; though the manner in which they
treat many great questions there does not appeal to him. However,
as a student of souls, he is interested in just those methods of
spiritual shortsightedness which make it impossible for men to obtain
a clear view of essential mysteries.

ESTELLA: Does he not intend speaking on an important subject, himself?

SOPHIA: Yes, on a subject that seems important both to him and to
me. But the scientific views of those present at the Congress prevent
his expecting any results from his arguments.

ESTELLA: I really came in, dear Sophy, to ask whether you would come
with me this evening to a new play called Outcasts from Body and from
Soul. I should so like to hear it with you.

SOPHIA: I'm sorry, my dear Estelle, but tonight is the date set for
the performance of the play, which our society has been rehearsing
for a long time.

ESTELLA: Oh yes, I had forgotten. But it would have been such a
pleasure to have spent this evening with my old friend. I had set my
heart on having you beside me, and gazing with you into the hidden
depths of our present-day life.... I only hope that this world of
ideas, in which you move, and which is so strange to me, will not
finally destroy that bond of sympathy, which has united our hearts
since we were at school together.

SOPHIA: You have often said that before; and yet you have always had
to admit that our divergent opinions need not erect barriers between
those feelings which have existed between us in our companionship
from our youth upwards.

ESTELLA: True, I have said so. Yet it always arouses a sense of
bitterness in me, when, as the years roll on, I see how your affections
are estranged from those things in life that seem to me worth while.

SOPHIA: Still, we may be of much mutual help to one another if we
recognize and realize the various points of view which we reach
through our different inclinations.

ESTELLA: Yes! My reason tells me that you are right. And yet there
is something in me that rebels against your view of life.

SOPHIA: Why not candidly admit that what you require of me is the
renunciation of my inmost soul-life?

ESTELLA: But for one thing, I should admit even that. And that is, that
you always claim that your view is the more profound. I can readily
understand that people whose conceptions differ radically may still
meet in sympathy of feeling. But the nature of your ideas actually
forces upon you an inner assumption of a certain superiority. Others
can compare views and realize that they do indeed diverge towards
different standpoints, but they nevertheless stand related by an
equality of values. You, however, seem unable to do this. You regard
all other views as proceeding from a lower degree of human development.

SOPHIA: But you realize, I hope, from our previous discussions, that
those who think as I do, do not finally measure the character of man by
his opinions or by his knowledge. And while we consider our ideas such,
that without vital realization of them life has no valid foundations,
we nevertheless try most earnestly not to over-estimate the value of
the individual, who has been permitted to become an instrument for
the manifestation of this view of life.

ESTELLA: All that sounds very well, but it does not remove my one
suspicion. I cannot close my eyes to the fact, that a world-view
which ascribes to itself illimitable depth must needs lead by the
circuitous route of a mere appearance of such depth to a certain
superficiality. I rate our friendship too high to point out to you
those among your companions who, whilst they swear allegiance to your
ideas, yet display spiritual arrogance of the most unmitigated sort,
despite the fact that the barrenness and banality of their soul speaks
in their every word and in all their conduct. Nor do I wish to call
your attention to the callousness and lack of sympathy shown by so
many of your adherents towards their fellow men. The greatness of
your own soul has never permitted you to stand aloof from that which
daily life requires at the hands of the man whom we call good. And
yet the fact that you leave me alone on this occasion, when true and
artistic life comes to be voiced, shows me that your ideas too with
reference to this life are to a certain extent superficial--if you
will forgive my saying so.

SOPHIA: And wherein lies this superficiality?

ESTELLA: You ought to know. You have known me long enough to understand
how I have wrenched myself away from that manner of life, which,
day in and day out, only struggles to follow tradition and convention.

I have sought to understand why so many people suffer, as it seems,
undeservedly. I have tried to approach the heights and depths of
life. I have consulted the sciences, so far as I could, to learn what
they disclose.

But let me hold fast to the one point which this moment presents to
us. I am aware of the nature of true art; I believe I understand how it
seizes upon the essentials of life and presents to our souls the true
and higher reality. I seem to feel the beating of the pulse of time,
when I permit such art to influence me, and I am horrified when I have
to think what it is which you, Sophy, prefer to this interest in living
art. You turn to what seem to me the obsolete, dogmatically allegorical
themes, to gaze on a show of puppets, instead of on living beings,
and to wonder at symbolical happenings which stand far away from all
that appeals to our pity and to our active sympathies in daily life.

SOPHIA: My dear Estelle, that is exactly the fact that you will
not grasp--that the richest life is to be found just there where
you only see a fantastic web of thoughts: and that there may be,
and are, people who are compelled to call your living reality mere
poverty--if it be not measured by the spiritual source from whence it
comes. Possibly my words sound harsh to you. But our friendship demands
absolute frankness. Spirit itself is as unknown to you as it is to
the multitude. In its place you know only the bearer of knowledge. It
is only the thought side of spirit of which you are aware. You have
no conception of the living, the creative spirit, which endows men
with elemental power, even as the germinal power of nature shapes
living entities. Like many another, for instance, you call things in
art which deny the spirit, as I conceive it, naïve and original. Our
conception of the world unites a full and conscious freedom with the
power of naïve creation. We absorb consciously that which is naïve,
and do not thereby rob it of its freshness, its fulness, and its
originality. You believe that the character of man shapes itself,
and that we can merely form thoughts and considerations about it. You
will not see that thought itself actually merges into creative spirit;
reaching the very fountain of Being; and developing thence into an
actual creative germ.

Our ideas do not teach, any more than the seed-power within a plant
teaches it how to grow. It is the actual growth itself, and in like
manner do our ideas flow into our very being, kindling and dispensing
life. To the ideas that have come to me, I am indebted for all that
makes life worth while; not only for the courage, but also for the
insight and power that make me hopeful of so training my children,
that they shall not only be capable and useful in ordinary everyday
life, in the old traditional sense, but that they shall at the same
time carry inward peace and contentment within their souls. I have
no wish to stray from the point, but I will say just one thing. I
believe--nay I know--that the dreams which you share with so many
can only be realized when men succeed in uniting what they call the
realities of life with those deeper experiences, which you have
so often termed dreams and fantasies. You may be astonished if
I confess it to you: but much that seems true art to you is to me
a mere fruitless critique of life. No hunger is stilled, no tears
are dried, no source of degeneracy is discovered, when merely the
outer show of hunger, or tear-stained faces, or degenerate beings is
shown upon the stage. And the customary method of that presentation
is unspeakably distant from the true depths of life, and the true
relationship between beings.

ESTELLA: I understand your words indeed, but they merely show me
that you do prefer to indulge in fancies, rather than to look upon
the realities of life. Our ways, indeed, part.--I see that my friend
is denied me tonight. (Rises.) I must leave you now. But we remain
friends, as of old, do we not?

SOPHIA: We must indeed remain friends. (While these last words are
spoken, Sophia conducts her friend to the door.)

Curtain






SCENE 1


Room. Dominant note rose-red. Large rose-red chairs are arranged
in a semicircle. To the left of the stage a door leads to the
auditorium. One after the other, the speakers introduced enter by
this door; each stopping in the room for a time. While they do so,
they discuss the discourse they have just heard in the auditorium,
and what it suggests to them.

Enter first Maria and Johannes, then others. The speeches which follow
are continuations of discussions already begun in the auditorium.

MARIA:

    My friend, I am indeed distressed to see
    Thy spirit and thy soul in sadness droop,
    And powerless to help the bond that binds
    And that has bound us both for ten blest years.
    E'en this same hour, filled with a portent deep
    In which we both have heard and learned so much
    That lightens all the darkest depths of soul,
    Brought naught but shade and shadow unto thee.
    Aye, after many of the speakers' words,
    My listening heart could feel the very dart
    That deeply wounded thine. Once did I gaze
    Into thine eyes and saw but happiness
    And joy in all the essence of the world.
    In pictures beauty-steeped thy soul held fast
    Each fleeting moment, bathed by sunshine's glow--
    Flooding with air and light the forms of men
    Unsealing all the depths and doubts of Life.
    Unskilled as yet thine hand to body forth
    In concrete colour-schemes, those living forms
    That hovered in thy soul; but in the hearts
    Of both of us there throbbed the joyous faith
    And certain hope that future days would teach
    Thine hand this art--to pour forth happiness
    Into the very fundaments of Being;
    That all the wonders of thy spirit's search
    Unfolding visibly Creation's powers
    Through every creature of thine art would pour
    Soul rapture deep into the hearts of men.
    Such were our dreams through all those days of yore
    That to thy skill, mirrored in beauty's guise,
    The weal of future men would trace its source.
    So dreamed mine own soul of the goal of thine.
    Yet now the vital spark of fashioning fire
    That burned within thee seems extinct and dead.
    Dead thy creative joy: and well-nigh maimed
    The hand, which once with fresh and youthful strength
    Guided thy steadfast brush from year to year.

JOHANNES:

    Alas, 'tis true; I feel as if the fires
    That erstwhile quickened in my soul are quenched.
    Mine eye, grown dull, doth no more catch the gleam
    Shed by the flickering sunlight o'er the earth.
    No feeling stirs my heart, when changing moods
    Of light and shade flow o'er the scenes around.
    Still lies my hand, seeking no more to chain
    Into a lasting present fleeting charms,
    Shown forth by magic elemental powers
    From utmost depths of Life before mine eyes.
    No new creative fire thrills me with joy.
    For me dull monotone obscures all life.

MARIA:

    My heart is deeply grieved to hear that thou
    Dost find such emptiness in everything
    Which thrives as highest good and very source
    Of sacred life itself within my heart.
    Ah, friend, behind the changing scenes of life
    That men call 'Being,' true life lies concealed
    Spiritual, everlasting, infinite.
    And in that life each soul doth weave its thread.
    I feel afloat in spirit potencies,
    That work, as in an ocean's unseen depths,
    And see revealéd all the life of men,
    As wavelets on the ocean's upturned face.
    I am at one with all the sense of Life
    For which men restless strive, and which to me
    Is but their inner self that stands revealed.
    I see, how oftentimes it binds itself
    Unto the very kernel of man's soul,
    And lifts him to the highest that his heart
    Can ever crave. Yet as it lives in me
    It turns to bitter fruitage, when mine own
    Touches another's being. Even so
    Hath this, my destiny, worked out in all
    I willed to give thee, when thou cam'st in love.
    Thy wish it was to travel at my side
    Unhesitating all the way, that soon
    Should lead thee to a full and perfect art.
    Yet what hath happened? All, that in mine eyes
    Stood forth revealed in its own naked Truth
    As purest life, brought death, my friend, to thee
    And slew thy spirit.

JOHANNES:

                         Aye. 'Tis so indeed.
    What lifts thy soul to Heaven's sun-kissed heights
    When through thy life it comes into mine own
    Thrusts my soul down, to death's abysmal gloom.
    When in our friendship's rosy-fingered dawn
    To this revealment thou didst lead me on,
    Which sheds its light into the darkened realms,
    Where human souls do enter every night,
    Bereft of conscious life, and where full oft
    Man's being wanders erring: whilst the night
    Of Death makes mock at Life's reality.
    And when thou didst reveal to me the truth
    Of life's return, then did I know full well
    That I should grow to perfect spirit-man.
    Surely, it seemed, the artist's clear keen eye,
    And certain touch of a creator's hand,
    Would blossom for me through thy spirit's fire
    And noble might. Full deep I breathed this fire
    Into my being; when--behold--it robbed
    The ebb and flow of all my spirit's power.
    Remorselessly it drove out from my heart
    All faith in this our world. And now I reach
    A point where I no longer clearly see,
    Whether to doubt or whether to believe
    The revelation of the spirit-worlds.
    Nay more, I even lack the power to love
    That which in thee the spirit's beauty shows.

MARIA:

    Alas! The years that pass have taught me this:
    That mine own way to live the spirit-life
    Doth change into its opposite, whene'er
    It penetrates another's character.
    And I must also see how spirit-power
    Grows rich in blessing when, by other paths,
    It pours itself into the souls of men.

(Enter Philia, Astrid, and Luna.)

    It floweth forth in speech, and in these words
    Lies power to raise to realms celestial
    Man's common mode of thinking; and create
    A world of joy, where erstwhile brooded gloom.
    Aye, it can change the spirit's shallowness
    To depths of earnest feeling; and can cast
    Man's character in sure and noble mould.
    And I--yes, I am altogether filled
    By just this spirit-power, and must behold
    The pain and desolation that it brings
    To other hearts, when from mine own it pours.

PHILIA:

    It seemed as though the voices of some choir

(Enter Prof. Capesius and Dr. Strader.)

    Mingled together, uttering manifold
    Conceptions and opinions, each his own,
    Of these who formed our recent gathering.
    Full many harmonies there were indeed,
    But also many a harsh-toned dissonance.

MARIA:

    Ah, when the words and speech of many men
    Present themselves in such wise to the soul,
    It seems as though man's very prototype
    Stood centred there in secret mystery:
    Become through many souls articulate,
    As in the rainbow's arch pure Light itself
    Grows visible in many-coloured rays.

CAPESIUS:

    Through changing scenes of many centuries
    We wandered year on year in earnest search;
    Striving to fathom deep the living force
    That dwelt within the souls of those who sought
    To probe and scan the fundaments of being,
    And set before man's soul the goals of life.
    We thought that in the depths of our own souls
    We lived the higher powers of thought itself;
    And thus could solve the riddles set by Fate.
    We felt we had, or seemed at least to feel,
    Sure basis in the logic of our mind
    When new experiences crossed our path
    Questioning there the judgment of our soul.
    Yet now such basis wavers, when amazed
    I hear today, as I have heard before,
    The mode of thought taught by these people here.
    And more and more uncertain do I grow,
    When I perceive, how powerfully in life
    This mode of thought doth work. Full many a day
    Have I spent thus, thinking how I might shape
    Time's riddles as they solved themselves to me
    In words, that hearts might grasp and trembling feel.
    Happy indeed was I, if I could fill
    Only the smallest corner of some soul
    Amongst my audience with the warmth of life.
    And oftentimes it seemed success was mine,
    Nor would I make complaint of fruitless days.
    Yet all results of teaching thus could lead
    Only to recognition of this truth
    So loved and emphasized by men of deeds,
    That in the clash of life's realities,
    Thoughts are dim shadows, nothing more nor less:
    They may indeed wing life's creative powers
    To due fruition, but they cannot shape
    And mould our life themselves. So have I judged
    And with this modest comment was content:
    Where pale thoughts only work, all life is lamed
    And likewise all that joins itself to life.
    More potent than the ripest form of words,
    However art might weave therein her spell,
    Seemed nature's gift, man's talents--and more strong
    The hand of destiny to mould his life.
    Tradition's mountainweight, and prejudice
    With dull oppressive hand will always quench
    The strength of e'en the very best of words.
    But that which here reveals itself in speech
    Gives men, who think as I do, food for thought.
    Clearly we saw the kind of consequence
    That comes when sects, in superheated speech,
    Blind souls of men with dogma's seething stream.
    But nought here of such spirit do we find;
    Here only reason greets the soul, and yet
    These words create the actual powers of life,
    Speaking unto the spirit's inmost depths.
    Nay even to the kingdom of the Will
    This strange and mystic Something penetrates;
    This Something, which to such as I, who still
    Wander in ancient ways, seems but pale thought.
    Impossible, it seems, to disavow
    Its consequences; none the less, myself
    I cannot quite surrender to it yet.
    But it all speaks with such peculiar charm
    And not as though it really meant for me
    The contradiction of experience.
    It almost seems as if this Something found
    The kind of man I am, insufferable.

STRADER:

    I would associate myself in fullest sense
    With every one of thy last spoken words:
    And still more sharply would I emphasize
    That all results in our soul-life, which seem
    To spring forth from the influence of ideas,
    Cannot in any wise decide for us
    What actual worth of knowledge they conceal.
    Whether there lives within our mode of thought,
    Error or truth--'tis certain this alone
    The verdict of true science can decide.
    And no one would with honesty deny
    That words, which are, in seeming only, clear,
    Yet claim to solve life's deepest mysteries,
    Are quite unfit for such a scrutiny.
    They fascinate the spirit of mankind,
    And only tempt the heart's credulity;
    Seeming to open door into that realm
    Before which, humble and perplexed, now stands
    The strict and cautious search of modern minds.
    And he who truly follows such research
    Is bound in honour to confess that none
    Can know whence streams the well-spring of his thought,
    Nor fathom where the depths of Being lie.
    And though confession such as this is hard
    For souls who all too willingly would gauge
    What lies beyond the ken of mortal mind,
    Yet every glance of every thinker's soul
    Whether directed to the outer side,
    Or turned towards the inner depths of life,
    Scans but that boundary and naught beside.
    If we deny our rational intellect
    Or set aside experience, we sink
    In depths unfathomable, bottomless.
    And who can fail to see how utterly
    What passeth here for revelation new,
    Fails to fit in with modern modes of thought.
    Indeed it needs but little thought to see,
    How totally devoid this method is
    Of that, which gives all thought its sure support
    And guarantees a sense of certainty.
    Such revelations may warm listening hearts,
    But thinkers see in them mere mystic dreams.

PHILIA:

    Aye, thus would always speak the science, won
    By stern sobriety and intellect.
    But that suffices not unto the soul,
    That needs a steadfast faith in its own self.
    She ever will give heed to words that speak
    To her of spirit. All she dimly sensed
    In former days, she striveth now to grasp.
    To speak of the Unknown may well entice
    The thinker, but no more the hearts of men.

STRADER:

    I too can realize how much there lies
    In that objection; how it seems to strike
    The idle dreamer, who would only spin
    The threads of thought, and seek the consequence
    Of this or that premise, which he himself
    Hath formed beforehand. Me--it touches not--
    No outer motive guided me to thought.
    In childhood I grew up 'mid pious folk
    And, following their custom, steeped my soul
    In sense-intoxicating images
    Of future sojourn in celestial realms,
    Wherewith they seek to comfort and beguile
    Man's ignorance and man's simplicity.
    Within my boyish soul I sensed the throb
    Of utmost ecstasy, when reverently
    I raised my thoughts to highest spirit-worlds;
    And prayer was then my heart's necessity.
    Thereafter in a cloister was I trained;
    Monks were my teachers, and in mine own heart
    The deepest longing was to be a monk,--
    An echo of my parents' ardent wish.
    For consecration did I stand prepared
    When chance did drive me from the cloistered cell;
    And to this chance I owe deep gratitude.
    For, many days before chance saved my soul
    It had been robbed of inward peace and quiet;
    For I had read and learned of many things,
    That have no place within the cloister-gate.
    Knowledge of nature's working came to me
    From books that were forbidden to mine eyes.
    And thus I learned new scientific thought.
    Hard was the struggle as I sought the path
    Wandering through many a way to find mine own;
    Nor did I ever gain by cunning thought
    Whate'er of truth revealed itself to me.
    In fierce-fought battles have I torn the roots
    From out my spirit's soil of all that brought
    Peace and contentment to me when a child.
    I understand indeed the heart that fain
    Would soar up to the heights--but for myself,
    When once I recognized that all I learned
    From spirit-teaching was an empty dream,
    I was compelled to find the surer soil
    That science and discovery create.

LUNA:

    We may surmise, each after his own kind,
    Where sense and goal of life doth lie for each.
    I altogether lack the power to prove
    According to the science of today,
    What spirit-teaching I have here received:
    But clear within my heart I feel and know
    My soul would die without this spirit-lore,
    As would my body, if deprived of blood.
    And thou, dear doctor, 'gainst our cause dost fight
    With many words, and what thou now hast told
    Of thy life's conflict lends them weight indeed
    Even with those who do not understand
    Thy learned argument. Yet would I ask

(Enter Theodora.)

    Exactly why it is that hearts of men
    Receive the word of Spirit readily,
    As though self-understood: yet when man seeks
    Food for his spirit in such learned words
    As thou didst use his heart grows chill and cold.

THEODORA:

    Although I am at home 'mid just such men
    As circle round me here, yet strangely sounds
    This speech I have just heard.

CAPESIUS:

                                   What strangeness there?

THEODORA:

    I may not say. Do thou, Maria, tell.

MARIA:

    Our friend has oftentimes explained to us
    What strange experiences come to her.
    One day she felt herself completely changed,
    And none could understand her altered state.
    Estrangement met her wheresoe'er she turned
    Until she came into our circle here.
    Not that we fully understand ourselves
    What she possesses and what no one shares.
    Yet we are trained by this our mode of thought
    The unaccustomed to appreciate,
    And feel with every mood of humankind.
    One moment in her life, our friend perceived,
    All that seemed hers aforetime, disappear;
    The past was all extinguished in her soul.
    And since these wondrous changes came to her,
    This mood of soul hath oft renewed itself;
    It doth not long endure; and other times
    She lives her life as ordinary folk.
    Yet whensoe'er she falls into this state,
    The gift of memory doth fade away.
    She loseth from her eyes the power to see
    And senseth her surroundings, seeing not.
    With a peculiar light her eyes then glow,
    And pictured forms appear to her. At first
    They seemed like dreams; anon they grew so clear,
    That we could recognize without a doubt
    Some prophecy of distant future days.
    Full many a time have we seen this occur.

CAPESIUS:

    It is just this that little pleaseth me
    Amongst these men; who mingle with good sense
    And logic, superstition's fallacies.
    'Twas ever thus where men have walked this path.

MARIA:

    If thou canst still speak so, thou dost not yet
    Perceive our attitude towards these things.

STRADER:

    Well, as for me, I freely must confess,
    That I would sooner revelations hear
    Than speak of questionable spirit-themes.
    For even if I fail to read aright
    The riddle of such dreams, yet those at least
    I count as facts; and would 'twere possible
    To see one instance of the mystery
    Of this strange spirit-mood before mine eyes.

MARIA:

    Perchance it is--for look, she comes again.
    And it doth seem to me as though e'en now
    This mystic spirit-mood would show itself.

THEODORA:

    I am compelled to speak. Before my soul
    A pictured form stands wrapped in robes of light;
    From which strange words are sounding in mine ears.
    I feel myself in future centuries,
    And men do I behold as yet unborn:--
    They also see the pictured form; they too
    Can hear the words it speaks, which thus resound--
    'O ye, who lived in faith's sincerity,
    Take comfort now in sight, and look on Me.
    Receive new life through Me. For I am He
    Who lived within the souls of those who sought
    To find Me in themselves, by following
    The gospel-words My messengers did bring
    And by their own devotion's inward power.
    The light of sense ye saw--believe ye now
    In the creative spirit-world beyond.
    For now indeed ye have yourselves achieved
    One atom of divine prophetic sight.
    Oh, breathe it deep, and feel it in your souls.'
    A human form steps from that sphere of light.
    And speaks to me: 'Thou shalt make known to all
    Who will give ear to thee, that thou hast seen
    What all mankind shall soon experience:
    Once, long ago, Christ lived upon the earth,
    And from this life ensued the consequence
    That in soul-substance clad He hovers o'er
    The evolution of humanity,
    In union with the earth's own spirit-sphere;
    And though as yet invisible to men,
    When in such form He manifests Himself,
    Since now their being lacks that spirit sight,
    Which first will show itself in future times;
    Yet even now this future draweth nigh
    When that new sight shall come to men on earth.
    What once the senses saw, when Christ did live
    Upon the earth; this shall be seen by souls
    When soon the time shall reach its fulness due.'

(Exit.)

MARIA:

    This is the first time we have heard her speak
    In such a manner to so many folk.
    At other times she felt constrained to speech,
    Only when two or three were gathered round.

CAPESIUS:

    To me indeed it seems most curious,
    That she, as though commanded or required,
    Should find herself to revelation urged.

MARIA:

    It may so seem; but we know well her ways.
    If at this moment she desired to send
    Her inward soul-voice deep into your souls,
    The only reason was, that unto you
    The source, whence came her voice, desired to speak.

CAPESIUS:

    Concerning this strange future gift of sight,
    Whereof she spake, as dreaming, we have heard
    That he, who of this circle is the soul,
    Hath oft already given full report.
    Is it not possible that from his words
    The content of her speech hath origin,
    The mode of utterance coming from herself?

MARIA:

    If matters thus did stand, we should not deem
    Her words of any consequence or weight:
    But we have tested this condition well.
    Before she came into our circle here,
    Our friend had never heard in any way
    Of that same leader's speeches, nor had we
    Heard aught of her before she came to us.

CAPESIUS:

    Then what we have to deal with is a state,
    Such as so often happens, contrary
    To all the laws of nature; and which we
    Must merely estimate as some disease.
    And only healthy thought, securely based
    On fully conscious sense-impressions, can
    Pass judgment on the riddles set by life.

STRADER:

    Yet even here one fact presents itself;
    And what we now have heard must have some worth--
    For, even if we set aside all else
    It doth compel the thought that spirit-power
    Can cause thought-transference from soul to soul.

ASTRID:

    Ah me, if ye would only dare to tread
    The ground your mode of thought doth choose to shun:
    As snow before the sunlight's piercing glare
    Your vain delusion needs must melt away,
    Which makes the moods revealéd, in such minds
    Appear diseased, abnormal, wonderful.
    They are suggestive, but they are not strange.
    And small this wonder doth appear to me
    When I compare it with the myriad
    Of wonders that make up my daily life.

CAPESIUS:

    Nay, nay, one thing it is to recognize
    What lies before our eyes on every side,
    But quite another, what is shown us here.

STRADER:

    Of spirit 'tis not necessary to speak
    Until there are things shown to us which lie
    Outside the strictly circled boundary
    Set by the laws of scientific thought.

ASTRID:

    The clear shaft of the sunlight on the dew
    Which glistens in the morning's golden light,

(Enter Felix Balde.)

    The hurling stream that riseth 'neath the rock,
    The thunder rumbling in the cloud-wrapped sky,
    All these do speak to me a spirit tongue:
    I strove to understand it; and I know
    That of this speech's meaning and its might,
    Only a faint reflection can be glimpsed
    Through your investigations, as they are.
    And when that kind of speech sank deep within
    My heart, I found my soul's true joy at last.
    Nor could aught else, but human words alone
    And spirit teaching grant this gift to me.

FELIX BALDE:

    Those words rang true indeed.

MARIA:

                                 I must essay
    To tell what joy fills all my heart to see

(Enter Felicia Balde.)

    For the first time here with us yonder man,
    Of whom we oft have heard; and joy doth cause
    The wish to see him here full many times.

FELIX BALDE:

    It is not usual for me that I should
    Associate with such a crowd of men:
    And not alone unusual----

FELICIA:

                              Aye, 'tis so.
    His nature drives us into solitude
    Away from all; year in, year out, we hear
    Scarce any other converse save our own.
    And if this good man here from time to time

(Pointing to Capesius.)

    Came not to linger in our cottage home,
    We scarce should realize that other men,
    Besides ourselves, live on the earth at all.
    And if the man, who spake such wondrous words
    But recently in yonder lecture-hall,
    And who affected us so potently,
    Did not full many a time my Felix meet,
    When he is gone about his daily tasks,
    Ye would know nought of our forgotten life.

MARIA:

    So the professor often visits you?

CAPESIUS:

    Assuredly. And I may tell you all,
    The very deep indebtedness I feel
    To this good woman, who doth give to me
    In rich abundance, what none other can.

MARIA:

    And of what nature are these gifts of hers?

CAPESIUS:

    If I would tell the tale, then must I touch
    A thing that verily doth seem to me
    More wonderful than much that here I've heard,
    In that it speaks more nearly to my soul.
    And were I in some other place, these words
    Would hardly pass the barrier of my lips;
    Yet here they seem to flow therefrom with ease.
    In my soul-life there often comes a time
    When it doth feel itself pumped out and dry.
    It seems as though the very fountain-head
    Of knowledge had run dry within my heart.
    Then can I find no word of any kind
    Worthy to speak or worthy to be heard.
    And when I feel such spirit barrenness
    I flee to these good people, and seek rest
    In their reviving, peaceful solitude
    Then Mistress Felix tells me many a tale
    Set forth in wondrous pictures, manifold,
    Of beings, dwelling in the land of dreams,
    Who lead a joyous life in fairy realms.
    When thus she speaks, her tone and speech recall
    Some legend oft-told of the ancient days.
    I ask no question whence she finds these words
    But this one thing alone I clearly know:
    That new life flows therefrom into my soul,
    And sweeps away its dull paralysis.

MARIA:

    To hear such splendid witness to the skill
    Of Dame Felicia doth, in wondrous wise,
    Harmoniously blend in every way
    With all that Benedictus told to us
    About his friend's deep hidden knowledge-founts.

FELIX BALDE:

    He who spake words to us just now, which showed

(Benedictus appears at the door.)

    How in the realm of universal space,
    And vast eternities his spirit dwelt,
    Hath surely little need to speak o'er much
    Of simple men.

BENEDICTUS:

                   Thou errest friend. For me
    Infinite value hath each word of thine.

FELIX BALDE:

    It was presumption only, and the bent
    Of idle talk, when thou didst honour me
    To wander at thy side our mountain paths.
    Only because thou didst conceal from me
    How much thyself dost know, I dared to speak.
    But now our time is up, and we must go--
    A long way hence doth lie our quiet home.

FELICIA:

    It hath been most refreshing once again
    To come amongst mankind: and yet I fear
    It will not happen very soon again:
    There is no other life which Felix deems
    Better than living in his mountain heights.

(Exeunt Felix and his wife.)

BENEDICTUS:

    Indeed I well believe his wife is right,
    Nor will he come again for many days.
    It needed much to bring him here today.
    And yet the reason lies not in himself
    Why no one knoweth aught of him or his.

CAPESIUS:

    He only seemed to me eccentric, strange;
    And many an hour I found him talkative
    When I was with him; but his mystic speech
    And strange discourse remained obscure to me,
    When he revealed all that he claims to know.
    He spoke of solar beings housed in rocks;
    Of lunar demons, who disturb their work;
    And of the sense of number hid in plants;
    And he who listens to him cannot long
    Keep clear the thread of meaning in his words.

BENEDICTUS:

    And yet 'tis also possible to feel
    As if the powers of Nature, through these words,
    Sought to reveal themselves in their true state.

(Exit.)

STRADER:

    Already do I feel forebodings strange
    That now dark hours are coming in my life.
    For since the days of cloistered solitude,
    Where I was taught such knowledge, and thereby
    Struck to the very darkest depth of soul,
    Not one experience has stirred me so,
    As this weird vision of the seeress here.

CAPESIUS:

    Indeed I cannot see that aught of that
    Should prove unnerving. And I fear, my friend,
    That if thou once dost lose thy certainty,
    Dark doubt will soon envelop all thy thought.

STRADER:

    Too true! And 'tis the fear of just this doubt
    That causeth me full many an anxious hour
    From my experience I know nought else
    Of this strange gift of seership, save that when
    Life's vexing problems sorely trouble me,
    Then, ghostlike, riseth from dark spirit-depths,
    Before my spirit's eyes, some phantom form
    Like some dream-being, grim and terrible,
    Pressing with fearful weight upon my soul,
    And clutching horribly around my heart.
    It seems to speak right through me words like these:
    'If thou dost fail to gain the victory
    O'er me with those blunt weapons of thy thought,
    Thou art a fleeting phantom, nothing more,
    Formed by thine own deluded imagery.'

THEODOSIUS:

    That is the destiny of all such men,
    As do approach the world by thought alone.
    The spirit's voice dwells deep in every soul.
    Nor have we strength to pierce the covering
    That spreads itself before our faculties.
    Thought doth bring knowledge of things temporal,
    Of things that vanish in the course of time:
    The everlasting and all spirit-truth
    Are found but in the inner depths of man.

STRADER:

    If, then, the fruitage of a pious faith
    Is able to give rest to weary souls,
    Such souls may wander safely in that path,
    And find sufficiency within themselves.
    And yet the power of knowledge, pure and true,
    Doth never bloom on such a path as this.

THEODOSIUS:

    Yet there can be no other way to light
    True spirit-knowledge in the hearts of men.
    Pride may seduce and change to fantasies
    The soul's true depths of feeling, and may see
    A vision only where faith's beauty lies.
    One thing alone of all we here have heard
    From spirit-teaching of the higher worlds,
    Strikes clear upon our honest human sense:
    That only in the spirit-world itself
    The soul can feel itself in its true home.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    So long as man feels need of speech alone,
    And nought besides, so long such words as these
    May satisfy him: but the fuller life
    With all its strife, its yearnings after joy,
    And all its sorrow, needeth other food
    To nourish and sustain the fainting soul.
    For me, an inner voice did drive me on
    To spend all the remaining days of life
    Which were allotted me, in helping those
    Whom stress of destiny had smitten down
    And plunged in deepest poverty and need.
    And far more oft I found it necessary
    To soothe the anguish of the soul of man
    Than heal his body's pain and suffering.
    But I have felt indeed in many ways
    My will's weak impotence to comfort men.
    So that I am compelled to seek fresh strength
    From out the treasured store which floweth forth
    Abundantly from spirit-sources here.
    The quickening warmth of words which greet mine ear,
    Flows forth with magic force into my hands;
    And thence, like healing balsam, forth again,
    When those hands touch some sorrow-laden soul.
    It changeth on my lips to strengthening words
    Which carry comfort unto pain-racked hearts.
    The source of words like these I do not ask;
    I feel their truth--they give me living life.
    And every day more clearly do I see,
    That they derive their strength not from my will
    In all its weakness, but create anew
    Myself each day unto myself again.

CAPESIUS:

    Yet surely there are men enough on earth
    Who, though they lack such revelation's aid,
    Perform innumerable deeds of good?

MARIA:

    In sooth there is no lack of men like these
    In many places; but my friend doth mean
    A different thing; and if thou didst but know
    The life she led, thou wouldst speak otherwise.
    Where unused powers in full abundance dwell
    There love will cause the seed to germinate
    In rich abundance in the heart's good soil.
    But our friend here exhausted life's best powers
    In never-ending toil beyond her strength;
    And all her will to live lay crushed and dead
    Beneath the cruel weight of destiny,
    Which fell upon her. All her strength she gave
    To careful guidance of her children's weal:
    And low already had her courage ebbed
    When early death took her loved husband home.
    In such a state as this, days dull and drear
    Seemed all fate had in store whilst life remained.
    But then the powers of destiny prevailed
    To bring her 'neath the spell of spirit-lore;
    And soon with us she felt the vital force
    Of life break forth in her a second time.
    Fresh aims in life she found, and with them came
    Fresh courage once again to fight and strive.
    And thus in her the spirit hath achieved
    In very truth to fashion from decay
    A new and living personality.
    And when the spirit in such fruit as this
    Shows its creative potency, we learn
    Its nature, and the way it speaks to us.
    And, if no pride lies hidden in our speech,
    And highest moral aims live in our hearts;
    If we believe that in no way at all
    Our teaching is our own;--but that alone
    The spirit shows itself within our souls--
    Then may we surely venture to assert
    That in thy mode of thinking may be found
    But feeble shadows waving to and fro
    Athwart the real true source of human life:
    And that the spirit, which ensouls our work
    Is linked in inward harmony with all
    That weaves the web of destiny for man
    Deep in the very fundaments of life.
    I have been privileged for many years
    To give myself to vital work in life:
    And during all this time more bleeding hearts
    And yearning souls have come before mine eyes,
    Than many would conceive were possible.
    I do esteem thy high ideal flight,
    The proud assurance of thy sciences:
    I like to see the student-audience,
    Respectful, sit and listen at thy feet:
    And that to many souls thy work doth bring
    Ennobling clarity of thought, I know.
    But yet regarding thought like this, it seems,
    Trustworthiness can only dwell therein
    So long as thought lives in itself alone.
    Whereas the realm of which I am a part
    Sends into deep realities of life
    The fruitage of its words, since it desires
    To plant in deep realities its roots.
    Far, far away from all thy thought doth lie
    The written word upon the spirit-heaven
    Which with momentous tokens doth announce
    New growth upon the tree of humankind.
    And though indeed such thought seems clear and sure
    As follows faithfully the ancient path,
    Yet can it only touch the tree's coarse bark,
    And never reach the marrow's living power.

ROMANUS:

    For my part I do seek in vain the bridge
    That truly leadeth from ideas to deeds.

CAPESIUS:

    On one side thou dost over-estimate
    The power which can be wielded by ideas,
    And on the other thou dost fail to grasp
    The actual course of true reality:
    For it is certain that ideas must form
    The germ of all the actual deeds of men.

ROMANUS:

    If this friend doth so many deeds of good,
    The impulse thereunto lies in herself
    And her warm-hearted nature, not in thought.
    Most certainly 'tis necessary for man,
    Whene'er he hath accomplished any work,
    To find foundation for it in ideas.
    But yet 'tis only schooling of man's will
    In harmony with all his skill and power
    To undertake some real work in life
    Which will help forward all the human race.
    When whirr of busy wheels sounds in mine ears,
    Or when I see some creaking windlass drawn
    By strong stout hands of men content to work,
    Then do I sense indeed the powers of Life.

GERMANUS:

    Often in careless speech have I maintained
    That I preferred things droll and humorous
    And held these only full of wit and charm,
    Deeming that for my brain at any rate,
    They always would provide material
    Best fitted to fill up the time that lies
    Between my recreation and my work.
    But now quite tasteless to me seem such things;
    The Power Invisible hath conquered me;
    And I have learned to feel that there may be
    More powerful forces in humanity,
    Than all our wit's frail castles in the air.

CAPESIUS:

    And did it seem that nowhere else but here
    'Twas possible to find such spirit-powers?

GERMANUS:

    Indeed the life I lived did offer me
    Full many a type of intellectual works:
    Yet cared I not to pluck or taste their fruit.
    But this strange mode of thought which blossoms here
    Seemed to attract and draw me to itself
    However little I desired to come.

CAPESIUS:

    Most pleasant hath this hour of converse been,
    And we are debtors to our hostess here.

(Exeunt all, except Maria and Johannes.)

JOHANNES:

    Oh, stay a little while yet by my side,
    I am afraid:--so desperately afraid:--

MARIA:

    What is it aileth thee, my friend? Speak forth.

JOHANNES:

    The first cause was our leader's speech; and then
    The chequered converse of these people here.
    It all hath moved and stirred me through and through.

MARIA:

    But how could simple speeches such as these
    Seize on thine heart with such intensity?

JOHANNES:

    Each word seemed in that moment unto me
    A dreadful symbol of our nothingness.

MARIA:

    Indeed it was significant to see
    Pour forth in such short time so many kinds
    Of life and man's conflicting tendencies,
    In all the speeches that we lately heard.
    Yet 'tis indeed a most peculiar trait
    Of life, as it is lived amongst us here,
    To bring to speech the inner mind of man;
    And much that otherwise comes slowly forth,
    Stands here revealed in little space of time.

JOHANNES:

    A mirrored picture 'twas of fullest life
    That showed me to myself in clearest lines:
    This spirit-revelation makes me feel
    That most of us protect and train one trait
    And one alone in all our character,
    Which thus persuades itself it is the whole.
    I sought to unify these many traits
    In mine own self and boldly trod the path
    Which here is shown, to lead unto that goal;
    And it hath made of me a nothingness.
    Keenly I feel what all these others lack,
    And yet I sense as keenly that they all
    Have actual part in life itself, whilst I
    Stand but on unsubstantial nothingness.
    It seemed whole lines of life ran into one
    Significant in those brief speeches here.
    But then mine own life's portrait also rose
    And stood forth vividly within my soul.
    The days of childhood first were painted there,
    With all its fulness and its joy in life:
    Then came the picture of my youthful prime
    With that proud hopefulness in parent-hearts
    Awakened by the talents of their son.
    Then dreams concerning my career in art,
    Which formed life's all in those old happy days,
    Surged up from out my spirit's inmost depths
    Exhorting to fulfil my cherished hopes;
    And then those dreams in which thyself didst see
    How I translated into coloured form
    The spirit-life that liveth in thy soul.

    Then saw I tongues of fire spring up and lick
    Around my youthful dreams and artist hopes,
    Reducing all to dust and nothingness.
    Thereafter rose another pictured form
    From out that drear and dreadful nothingness--
    A human form, which once had linked its fate
    In faithful love with mine in days long past.
    She sought to hold me by her when I turned
    Long years ago unto my home again,
    Called to attend my mother's funeral rites.
    I heeded not, but tore myself away.
    For mighty was the power that drew me here
    To this thy circle and the goals of life
    Which here are set before our eager gaze.
    In those dark days I felt no sense of guilt
    When I did rend in twain the bond of love,
    That was unto another soul its life.
    Nor later when the message came to me
    How that her life did slowly pine away,
    And finally was altogether quenched
    Did I feel aught of guilt until today;
    But full of meaning were those recent words
    In yonder chamber which our leader spake;
    How that we may destroy by power misused
    And perverse thought the destiny of those
    Whom bonds of loving trust link to our souls.
    Ah, hideously these words again resound
    Out of the picture, thence re-echoing
    With ghastly repetition from all sides:
    'Her murderer thou art! her hast thou slain!'
    Thus whilst this weighty speech hath been for all
    The motive to probe deep within themselves,
    Within my heart it hath brought forth alone
    The consciousness of this most grievous guilt.
    By this new means of sight I can perceive
    How far astray my striving footsteps erred.

MARIA:

    And at this moment, friend, in dark domains
    Thou walkest, and none else can help thee there,
    Save he, in whom we all do put our trust.

(Maria is called away; re-enter Helena.)

HELENA:

    I feel constrained to linger by thy side
    A little while; since now for many weeks
    Thy gaze hath held so much of grief and care.
    How can the light, which streams so radiantly
    Bring gloom unto thy soul, which only strives
    With utmost strength to seek and know the truth?

JOHANNES:

    Hath then this light brought naught but joy to thee?

HELENA:

    Not the same joy as that which once I knew,
    But that new joy which springeth from those words,
    Through which the spirit doth reveal itself.

JOHANNES:

    Natheless I tell thee that the self-same power,
    Which doth in thee create, can also crush.

HELENA:

    Some error must have crept into thy soul
    With cunning tread, if this be possible;
    And if dull care instead of happiness,
    And moods of sorrow flow forth from the source
    Of truth itself instead of spirit-bliss
    In free abundance: seek then in thyself
    The stumbling-blocks that thus impede thy way.
    How often are we told that only health
    Is the true fruitage of our teaching here,
    Which makes to blossom forth the powers of life.
    Shall it then show the contrary in thee?
    I see its fruitage in so many lives,
    Which, trusting me, find union in themselves.
    Their former mode of life grows day by day
    Strange and still stranger to such souls as these;
    As well-springs are fresh opened in their hearts,
    Thenceforth renewing life within themselves.
    To gaze into the primal depths of being
    Doth not create those passionate desires
    Which torture and torment the souls of men.

(Exit.)

JOHANNES.JOHANNES:

    It took me many years to understand
    And know the vanity of things of sense
    When spirit-knowledge is not joined with them
    In close and intimate companionship:
    And yet one single moment proves to me
    That e'en the highest wisdom's words may be
    But vanity of soul in man's own self.

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SCENE 2


In the open. Rocks and springs. The entire scene is to be thought of
as taking place in the soul of Johannes Thomasius. What follows is
the content of his meditation.

(There sounds from the springs and rocks:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES:

    'Tis thus I hear them, now these many years,
    These words of weighty import all around,
    (hear them in the wind and in the wave:
    Out from earth's depths do they resound to me:
    And as a tiny acorn's mystery,
    Confines the structure of a mighty oak,
    So in the kernel of these words there lies,
    All elemental nature; all I grasp
    Of soul, of spirit, time, eternity.
    It seems mine own peculiarities
    And all the world besides live in these words:
    'Know thou thyself, O man. Know thou thyself.'

(From the springs and rocks resounds:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES:

                          And now--I feel
    Mine inmost being terrified to life:
    Without the gloom of night doth weave me round,
    And deep within my soul thick darkness yawns:
    And sounding from this universal gloom
    And up from out the darkness of my soul
    These words ring forth: 'Know thou thyself, O man.'

(From the springs and rocks resounds:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES:

    It robs me of my very self: I change
    Each hour of day, and am transformed by night.
    The earth I follow on its cosmic course:
    I seem to rumble in the thunder's peal,
    And flash adown the lightning's fierce-forked tongue--
    I AM.--Alas, already do I feel
    Mine own existence snatched away from me.
    I see what was my former carnal shape,
    As some strange being, quite outside myself,
    And infinitely far away from me.
    But now another body hovers near,
    And through its mouth I am compelled to speak:--
    'Ah, bitter sorrow hath he brought to me;
    So utterly I trusted him of old.
    He left me lonely with my sorrow's pain,
    He robbed me of the very warmth of life,
    And thrust me deep beneath the chill, cold ground.'
    Poor soul, 'tis she I left, and leaving her
    It was in truth mine own self that I left;
    And I must suffer all her pain and woe.
    For knowledge hath endowed me with the power
    Myself into another's self to fuse.
    Ah me! Ye quench again by your own power
    The light of inner knowledge ye have brought,
    Ye cruel words, 'Know thou thyself, O man.'

(From the springs and rocks resounds:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES:

    Ye lead me back again within the sphere
    Of mine own being's former fantasies.
    Yet in what shape know I myself again!
    My human form is lost and gone from me;
    Like some fierce dragon do I see myself;
    Begotten out of primal lust and greed.
    And clearly do I see how up till now
    Some dim deluding veil of phantom forms
    Hath hid from me mine own monstrosity.
    Mine own self's fierceness must devour my Self.
    And through my veins run like consuming fire
    Those words, that once with elemental force
    Revealed the core of suns and earths to me.
    They throb within my pulse, beat in mine heart;
    And even in mine inmost thoughts I feel
    Strange worlds e'en now blaze forth like passions fierce.
    They are the fruitage of these very words:
    'Know thou thyself, O man. Know thou thyself,'

(From the springs and rocks resounds:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES:

    There,--from that dark abyss, what creature glares?
    I feel the chains that hold me chained to thee.
    So fast was not Prometheus rivetted
    Upon the naked rocks of Caucasus,
    As I am rivetted and forged to thee--
    Who art thou, fearful, execrable shape?

(From the springs and rocks resounds:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES:

    Oh yea, I know thee; for thou art myself:
    Knowledge doth chain to thee, pernicious beast,

(Enter Maria unnoticed by Johannes.)

    Chain mine own self to thee, pernicious beast.
    I willed to flee from thee; but I was blind,
    Blinded by glamour of the worlds, whereto
    My folly fled to free me from myself;
    And now once more within my sightless soul
    Blind through these words: 'Know thou thyself, O man.'

(From the springs and rocks resounds:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

JOHANNES: (As though coming to himself, sees Maria. The meditation
passes to the plane of inner reality.)

                          Thou here, my friend?

MARIA:

    I sought thee, friend, although I know full well
    How comforting to thee is solitude,
    When many varying thoughts of many men
    Have flooded o'er thy soul. I also know
    I cannot by my presence help my friend
    In this dark hour of strife--yet yearnings vague
    Drive me in this same moment unto thee;
    When Benedictus' words, instead of light,
    Such grievous sorrow drew from thy soul's depths.

JOHANNES:

    How comforting to me is solitude!

    Yea, I have sought to find myself therein,
    So often when to labyrinths of thought
    The joys and griefs of men had driven me.
    But now, O friend, that, too, is past and gone.
    What Benedictus' words at first aroused
    Within my soul, and all that I lived through
    When listening to the speeches of those men,
    Seems but indeed a little thing, when I
    Compare therewith the storm that solitude
    With sullen brooding hath brought forth in me.
    Ah me! when I recall this solitude!
    It hounded me into the voids of space,
    And tore me from my very self in two.
    Within that soul to whom I brought such pain
    I stood, as though I were some other man.
    And there I had to suffer all the pain
    Of which I was myself the primal cause.
    Ah cruel, sombre, fearful solitude
    Thou giv'st me back unto myself indeed,
    Yet but to terrify me with the sight
    Of mine own nature's fathomless abyss.
    Man's final refuge hath been lost to me:
    I have been robbed of solitude itself.

MARIA:

    I must repeat what I have said before.
    Alone can Benedictus succour thee;
    Only from him may we obtain support
    And that firm basis which we both do lack.
    For know thou this: I also can no more
    Endure the riddle of my life, unless
    His gentle guidance solveth it for me.
    Full often have I kept before mine eyes
    This truth sublime, that o'er all life doth float
    Appearance and deception if we grasp
    Life's surface only in our moods of thought.
    And o'er and o'er again it spake to me:
    Thou must take knowledge how illusion's veil
    Weaves all around thee; and however oft
    It may appear to thee as truth, beware;
    For evil fruitage may in truth arise
    If thou shouldst try within another's soul
    To wake the light that lives within thyself.
    Yet in the best part of my soul I know
    That even this oppressive weight of care
    Which hath o'erwhelmed thy soul, dear friend of mine,
    As thou didst tread with me the path of life,
    Is part and parcel of the thorny way,
    That leads unto the light of Truth itself.
    Thou must live through each horror and alarm
    That can spring forth from vain imagining
    Before the Truth in essence stands revealed.
    Thus speaks thy star; and by that same star speech
    It doth appear to me that we shall walk
    One day united, on the spirit-paths.
    And yet whene'er I seek to tread these paths
    Black night doth spread a curtain round my sight.
    And many things that I must live and do,
    Which spring as fruitage from my character,
    Intensify the darkness of that night.
    We two must seek clear vision in that light,
    Which, though it vanish for a while from sight,
    Can never be extinguished in the soul.

JOHANNES:

    But then, Maria, dost thou realize
    Through what my soul hath fought its way but now?
    A grievous destiny awaiteth thee,
    Most noble friend. For well I know that far
    From thy pure nature lies that potent force,
    That hath so wholly shattered me to bits.
    Thou canst ascend the clearest heights of truth,
    And scan with steadfast gaze life's tangled path;
    And whether in the darkness or the light
    Thou wilt retain thine own identity.
    But me each moment may deprive of Self.
    Deep down I had to dive within the hearts
    Of those who late revealed themselves in speech.
    I followed one to cloistered solitude,--
    And in another's soul I listened to
    Felicia's fairy lore. I was each one;
    Only unto myself I seemed as dead;
    For I must fain believe that primal life
    Did spring from very Nothingness itself,
    If it were right to entertain the hope,
    That out of that dread nothingness in me
    A human being ever could arise.
    For I am driven from fear into the dark
    And from the darkness back again to fear
    By wisdom stored within these living words:
    'Know thou thyself, O man. Know thou thyself.'

(From the springs and rocks the words resound:)

    Know thou thyself, O man.

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SCENE 3


A room for meditation. The background is a great purple curtain. The
scene is purple in colour with a large yellow pentagonal lamp
suspended from the ceiling. No other furniture or ornaments are in
the room except the lamp and one chair. Benedictus, Johannes, Maria,
and a child.

MARIA:

    I bring to thee this child who needs some word
    From out thy mouth.

BENEDICTUS:

                       My child, henceforth each eve
    Thou shalt come unto me to hear the word
    That shall fill full thy soul ere thou dost tread
    The realm of souls in sleep. Wilt thou do this?

CHILD:

    Most gladly will I come.

BENEDICTUS:

                            This very eve
    Fill thy soul full ere sleep embraceth thee,
    With strength from these few words: 'The powers of light
    Bear me aloft unto the spirit's home.'

(Maria leads the child away.)

MARIA:

    And now, that this child's destiny doth flow
    Harmoniously through future days beneath
    The shadow of thy gracious fatherhood,
    I too may claim my leader's kind advice,
    Who am its mother, not by bond of blood
    But through the mighty power of destiny.
    For thou hast shown to me the way wherein
    I had to guide its footsteps from that day,
    When I discovered it before my door
    Left by its unknown mother desolate.
    And wonder-working proved themselves those rules
    Whereby thou madest me train my foster-child.
    All powers, that deep in body and in soul
    Lay hidden, issued forth to light and life:
    Clear proof it was that all thy counselling
    Sprang from the realm which sheltered this child's soul
    Before it built its body's covering.
    We saw the hopes of manhood blossom forth
    And radiate more brightly each new day;
    Thou dost know well how hard it was for me
    To gain the child's affection, at the first.
    It grew up 'neath my care, and yet nought else
    Save habit chained its soul at first to mine.
    It only realized and felt that I
    Gave it the nurture and the food that served
    The needs of body and the growth of soul.
    Then came the time when in the child-like heart
    There dawned the love for her who fostered it.
    An outer incident brought forth this change--
    The visit of the seeress to our group.
    Gladly the child did go about with her
    And soon did learn full many a beauteous word
    Steeped in the mystic charm that graced her speech.
    Then came the moment when her ecstasy
    Descended on our friend with magic power.
    The child could see her eyes' strange smouldering light,
    And, terrified unto its vital core,
    The young soul dawned to consciousness of self.

    In her dismay she fled unto mine arms;
    And from that hour did grow her love for me.
    Since that same time she doth accept from me
    The gifts of life with her full consciousness
    Not with blind instinct: aye, and since that day
    When this young heart first quivered into warmth,
    Whene'er her gaze met mine with loving glance,
    Thy wisdom's treasures of their fruitage failed,
    And much already ripe hath withered up.
    I saw appear in her those tokens strange
    That proved so terrible unto my friend.

    A dark enigma am I to myself,
    And grow still darker. Thou wilt not deny
    To solve for me life's fearful questionings?
    Why do I thus destroy both friend and child,
    When I in love approach my work with them
    To give them knowledge of that spirit-lore
    Which in my soul I know to be the good?
    Oft hast thou taught me this exalted truth--
    'Illusion's veil o'erspreads life's surfaces'--
    Yet must I see with greater clarity
    Why I must bear this heavy destiny,
    That seems so cruel and which works such harm.

BENEDICTUS:

    Within our circle there is formed a knot
    Of threads that Karma spins world-fashioning.
    Thy sufferings, my friend are links in chains,
    Forged by the hand of destiny, whereby
    The deeds of gods unite with human lives.--

    When in life's pilgrimage I had attained
    That rank which granted me the dignity
    To serve with counsel in the spirit-spheres,
    A godlike Being did draw nigh to me,
    Who would descend into the realms of earth,
    And dwell there, veiled in form of flesh, as man.
    For just at this one turning-point of time
    The Karma of mankind made this demand.
    For each great step in world-development
    Is only possible when gods do stoop
    To link themselves with human destiny.
    And this new spirit-sight that needs must grow
    And germinate henceforth in souls of men
    Can only be unfolded when a god
    Doth plant the seed within some human heart.
    My task it was to find that human soul
    Which worthy seemed to take within itself
    The powerful Seed of God. I had to join
    The deed of heaven to some human lot.
    My spirit's eye then sought, and fell on thee.
    Thy course of life had fitted thee to be
    The mediator in salvation's work.
    Through many former lives thou hadst acquired
    Receptiveness for all the greatest things
    That human hearts can e'er experience.
    Within thy tender soul thou didst bring forth,
    As spirit heritage, the noble gift
    Of beauty, joined to virtue's loftiest claim:
    And that which thine eternal Self had formed
    And brought to being through thy birth on earth
    Did reach ripe fruitage when thy years were few.--
    Too soon thou didst not scale steep spirit-heights;
    Nor grew thy yearning for the spirit-land
    Before thou hadst the full enjoyment known
    Of harmless pleasures in the world of sense.
    Anger and love thy soul did learn to know
    When thy thoughts dwelt yet far from spirit-life.
    Nature in all her beauty to enjoy,
    And pluck the fruits of art,--these didst thou strive
    To make thy life's sole content and its wealth.
    Merry thy laughter, as a child can laugh
    Who hath not known as yet life's shadowed fears.
    And thus thou learn'dst to understand life's joy,
    And mourn its sadness, each in its own time,
    Before thy dawning conscience grew to seek
    Of sorrow and of happiness the cause.
    A ripened fruit of many lives that soul,
    That enters earth's domains, and shows such moods.
    Its childlike nature is the blossoming
    And not the ground-root of its character.
    And such a soul alone was I to choose
    As mediator for the God, who sought
    The power to work within our human world.
    And now thou learnest that thy nature must
    Transform itself into its opposite,
    When it flows forth to other human souls.
    The spirit in thee ripens whatsoe'er
    In human nature can attain the realm
    Of vast eternity; and much it slays
    That is but part of transitory realms.
    And yet the sacrifices of such deaths
    Are but the seeds of immortality,
    All that which blossoms forth from death below
    Must grow unto the higher life above.

MARIA:

    E'en so it is with me. Thou giv'st me light:
    But light that doth deprive me of my sight,
    And sunder me from mine own self in twain.
    Then do I seem some spirit's instrument
    No longer master of myself. No more
    Do I endure that erstwhile form of mine
    Which only is a mask and not the truth.

JOHANNES:

    O friend, what ails thee? Vanished is the light
    That filled thine eye: as marble is thy frame.
    I grasp thine hand and find it cold as death.

BENEDICTUS:

    My son, full many trials have come to thee;
    And now thou stand'st before life's hardest test.
    Thou seest the carnal covering of thy friend;
    But her true self doth float in spirit-spheres
    Before mine eyes.

JOHANNES:

                     See! Her lips move; she speaks.

MARIA:

    Thou gav'st me clearness; yet this clearness throws
    A veil of darkness round on every side.
    I curse thy clearness; and I curse thee too,
    Who didst make tool of me for weird wild arts
    Whereby thou willedst to deceive mankind.
    No doubt at any moment hitherto
    Had crossed my mind of heights thy spirit reached;
    But now one single moment doth suffice
    To tear all faith in thee from out my heart.
    Those spirit-beings thou art subject to,
    I now must recognize as hellish fiends.
    Others I had to mislead and deceive
    Because at first I was deceived by thee.--
    But I will flee unto dim distances,
    Where not a sound of thee shall reach mine ears;
    Yet near enough that thy soul may be reached
    By bitter curses framed by these my lips.
    For thou didst rob my blood of all its fire,
    That thou mightst sacrifice to thy false god
    That which was rightly mine and mine alone.
    But now this same blood's fire shall thee consume.
    Thou madest me trust in vain imaginings;
    And that this might be so, thou first didst make
    A pictured falsehood of my very self.
    Often had I to mark how in my soul
    Each deed and thought turned to its opposite;
    So now doth turn what once was love for thee,
    Into the fire of wild and bitter hate.
    Through all worlds will I seek to find that fire
    Which can consume thee. See--I cur--Ah--woe!

JOHANNES:

    Who speaketh here? I do not see my friend.
    I hear instead some gruesome being speak.

BENEDICTUS:

    Thy friend's soul hovers in the heights above.
    Only her mortal image hath she left
    Here with us: and where'er a human form
    Is found bereft of soul, there is the room
    Sought by the enemy, the foe of good,
    To enter into realms perceptible,
    And find some carnal form through which to speak.
    Just such an adversary spake e'en now,
    Who would destroy the work imposed on me
    For thee, my son, and millions yet unborn.
    Were I to deem these wild anathemas,
    Which our friend's shell did utter here and now,
    Aught else but some grim tempter's cunning skill,
    Thou durst not follow more my leadership.
    The enemy of Good stood by my side,
    And thou hast seen into the darkness plunged
    All that is temporal of that dear form,
    For whom, my son, thy whole love burns and glows.
    Since through her mouth spirits spake oft to thee,
    The Karma of the world could not restrain
    Hell's princes also speaking thus through her.
    First now thou mayst seek her very soul
    And learn her nature's inmost verity;
    For she shall form for thee the prototype
    Of that new higher type of humankind
    To which thou dost aspire to raise thyself.
    Her soul hath soared aloft to spirit-heights,
    Where every man may find his being's source
    Which springs to life and fulness in himself.
    Thou too shalt follow her to spirit-realms,
    And see her in the Temple of the Sun.--
    Within this circle there is formed a knot
    Of threads which Karma spins, world fashioning.
    My son, since thou hast now attained thus far,
    Thou shalt still further pierce beyond the veil.
    I see thy star in fullest splendour shine.
    There is no place within the realm of sense
    For strife, such as men wage when they do strive
    And struggle after consecration's gift.
    The riddles which arise in worlds of sense
    Must find solution through man's intellect;
    From all that sense engenders in man's heart
    Whether of love or hate, whate'er its source
    And howsoever direful its results,
    The spirit-seeker needs must stand aloof,
    Whence he may cast his glance all undisturbed
    Upon the fields where such contentions rage.
    For him must other powers unfold themselves
    Which are not found upon that field of strife.
    So didst thou need to fight to prove thy soul
    In combat such as comes to him alone,
    Who finds himself accoutred for such powers
    As do belong unto the spirit-worlds.
    And had these powers found thee not ripe enough
    To tread the path of knowledge, they needs must
    Have maimed thy powers of feeling, ere thou daredst
    To know all that which now is known to thee.
    The Beings, who can gaze into world-depths,
    Lead on those men, who would attain the heights,
    First to that summit whence it may be shown
    Whether there lies in them the power to reach
    To conscious sight within the spirit-realms.
    And those in whom such powers are found to lie
    Are straightway from the world of sense set free.
    The others all must wait their season due.
    But thou, thou hast preserved thy Self, my son,
    When Powers on high stirred to its depths thy soul.
    And potent spirits shrouded thee with fear.
    Right powerfully thy Self hath fought its way
    E'en though thy very heart was torn by doubts,
    That willed to thrust thee into darksome depths.
    True pupil of my teaching hast thou been,
    First since that hour, so fraught with fate for thee,
    When thou didst learn to doubt thy very self,
    And gavest up thyself as wholly lost,
    But yet the strength within thee held thee fast.
    Then might I give thee of my treasured store
    Of wisdom, whence to draw the strength to stand
    Assured, e'en when mistrusting thine own self.
    Such was the wisdom which thou didst attain
    More steadfast than the faith once given to thee.
    Ripe wast thou found, and thou may'st be set free.
    Thy friend hath gone before and waits for thee
    In spirit-worlds, and thou shalt find her there.
    I can but add this guidance for thee now:
    Kindle the full power of thy soul with words
    Which through my lips shall grant to thee the key
    To spirit-heights, and they will lead thee on
    When naught else leads, that eyes of sense can see.
    Receive them in the fulness of thy heart:
    'The weaving essence of the light streams forth
    Through depths of space to fill the world with light;
    Love's grace doth warm the centuries of time
    To call forth revelation of all worlds.
    And spirit-messengers come forth to wed
    The weaving essence of creative light
    With revelation of the souls of men:
    And that man, who can wed to both of these
    His very Self, he lives in spirit-heights.'
    O spirits, who are visible to man,
    Quicken with life the soul of this our son:
    From inmost depths may there stream forth for him
    That which can fill his soul with spirit-light.
    From inmost depths may there resound for him
    That which can wholly wake in him his Self
    To the creative joy of spirit-life.

A SPIRIT-VOICE BEHIND THE STAGE:

    To founts of worlds primeval
    His surging thoughts do mount;--
    What as shadow he hath thought
    What as fancy he hath lived
    Soars up beyond the world of form and shape;
    On whose fulness pondering
    Mankind in shadow dreams,
    O'er whose fulness gazing forth
    Mankind in fancy lives.

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SCENE 4


A landscape, which seeks to express the world of souls by its
characteristic peculiarities.

Enter Lucifer and Ahriman. Johannes is seen at the right of the stage
in deep meditation. What follows is experienced by him in meditation.

LUCIFER:

    O man, know thou thyself; O man, feel me.
    From spirit guidance, thou hast freed thyself,
    And into earth's free realms thou hast escaped.
    Midst earth's confusion thou didst seek to prove
    Thine own existence; and to find thyself
    Was thy reward, and was thy destiny.
    Me didst thou find: for certain spirits willed
    To cast a veil before the eyes of sense;
    Which veil I rent in twain. Those spirits willed
    To follow out their own desires in thee;
    But I gave thee self-will and foiled their aim.
    O man, know thou thyself; O man, feel me.

AHRIMAN:

    O man, know me; O man, feel thou thyself.
    Thou hast escaped from darkened spirit-realms
    And thou hast found again the earth's pure light,
    So now from my sure ground drink strength and truth.
    I make earth hard and fast. The spirits willed
    To snatch away from thee the charm of sense;
    Which charm I weave for thee in light condensed.
    I lead thee unto true reality.
    O man, know me; O man, feel thou thyself.

LUCIFER:

    Time was not when thou didst not live through me.
    I followed thee throughout the course of life,
    And was permitted to bestow on thee
    Strong personal traits and joy in thine own self.

AHRIMAN:

    Time was not when thou didst not me behold.
    Thy mortal eyes saw me in all earth's growth;
    I was permitted to shine forth for thee
    In beauty proud and revelation's bliss.

JOHANNES (to himself in meditation):

    This is the sign as Benedictus told.
    Before the world of souls stand these two powers:
    The one, as Tempter, lives within the soul;
    The other doth obscure the sight of man
    When he directeth it to outward things.
    The one took on the woman's form e'en now,
    To bring the soul's illusions 'neath my gaze;
    The other may be found in everything.

(Enter the Spirit of the Elements with Capesius and Strader, whom he
has brought to the earth's surface from the earth's depths. They are
conceived as souls looking out upon the earth's surface. The Spirit
of the Elements is aged and stands erect upon a sphere. Capesius
and Strader are in astral garb; the former, though the older man of
the two in years, here appears the younger. He wears blue robes of
various shades, Strader wears brown and yellow.)

SPIRIT:

    So have ye reached the spot ye longed to find.
    It proved indeed a heavy care to me,
    To grant your wish. Spirits and elements
    Did rage in mad wild storm when their domain
    I had to enter with your essences.
    Your minds opposed the ruling of my powers.

CAPESIUS:

    Mysterious Being, who art thou, who hast
    Brought me to this fair realm through spirit-spheres?

SPIRIT:

    The soul of man may only look on me,
    Whene'er the service which I render it
    Hath been achieved. Then may it trace my powers
    Through all the moving sequences of time.

CAPESIUS:

    It matters little to me to enquire
    What spirit led me hither to this place.
    I feel life's powers revive in this new land,
    Whose light doth seem to widen mine own breast;
    In my pulse-beat I feel the whole world's might;
    And premonitions of exalted deeds
    Thrill in my heart. I will translate in words
    The revelation of this beauteous realm,
    That hath refreshed me in such wondrous wise;
    And souls of men shall bloom, as choicest flowers
    If I can pour into their life on earth
    The inspiration flowing from these founts.

(Lightning and thunder from the depths and heights.)

STRADER:

    Why quake the depths, and why resound the heights?
    When hope's young dreams surge upward in the soul?

(Lightning and thunder.)

SPIRIT:

    To human dreamers words of hope like these
    Sound proud indeed; but in the depths of earth
    The vain illusions of mistaken thought
    Awake such thunderous echoes evermore.
    Ye mortals hear them only at those times
    When ye draw nigh to my domain. Ye think
    To build exalted temples unto Truth,
    And yet your work's effects do but unchain
    Storm-spirits in primeval depths of earth.
    Nay more, the spirits must destroy whole worlds,
    That deeds ye do in realms where time hath sway
    May not cause devastation and cold death
    Through all the ages of eternity.

STRADER:

    So these eternal ages must regard
    As empty fantasy what seems the truth
    To man's best observation and research.

(Lightning and thunder.)

SPIRIT:

    An empty fantasy, so long as sense
    Doth only search in realms to spirit strange.

STRADER:

    Thou may'st well call a dreamer that friend's soul
    Which in the joy of youth its goal doth set
    With such a noble strength and high desire;
    But in mine aged heart thy words fall dead
    Despite their summoned aid of thunderous storms.
    I tore myself from cloistered quietude
    To proud achievement in my search for truth.
    In life's storm-centres many a year I stood,
    And men had confidence in me, and what
    I taught them through my deep strong sense for truth.

(Lightning and thunder.)

SPIRIT:

    'Tis fitting for thee to confess that none
    Can tell whence stream the fountains of our thought,
    Nor where the fundaments of Being lie.

STRADER:

    Oh this same speech, which in youth's hopeful days
    So oft with chill persistence pierced my soul
    When thought-foundations quaked, which once seemed firm!

(Lightning and thunder.)

SPIRIT:

    If thou dost fail to gain the victory
    O'er me with those blunt weapons of thy thought
    Thou art a fleeting phantom, nothing more,
    Formed by thine own deluded imagery.

STRADER:

    So soon again such gruesome speech from thee!
    This too I heard before in mine own soul,
    When once a seeress threateningly did wish
    To wreck the firm foundations of my thought
    And make me feel the sharp dread sting of doubt.
    But that is past, and I defy thy might,
    Thou aged rogue, so cunningly concealed
    Beneath a mask devised by thine own self
    To counterfeit the form of nature's lord.
    Reason will overthrow thee, otherwise
    Than thou dost think, when once she is enthroned
    Upon the proud heights of the mind of man.
    As mistress will she reign assuredly
    Not as some handmaiden in nature's realm.

SPIRIT:

    The world is ordered so, that every act
    Requires a like reaction: unto you
    I gave the self; ye owe me my reward.

CAPESIUS:

    I will myself create from mine own soul
    The spirit counterpart of things of sense.
    And when at length all nature stands transformed,
    Idealized through man's creative work,
    Her mirrored form shall be reward enough;
    And then if thou dost feel thyself akin
    To that great mother of all worlds, and spring'st
    From depths where world-creating forces reign.
    Then let my will, which lives in head and breast,
    Inspiring me to aim at highest goals,
    Be thy reward for deeds done at my best.
    Thy help hath raised me from dull sentiment
    To thought's proud heights--Let this be thy reward!

(Lightning and thunder.)

SPIRIT:

    Ye well can see, how little your bold words
    Bear weight in my domain: they do but loose
    The storm, and rouse the elements to wrath,
    Fierce adversaries of the ordered world.

CAPESIUS:

    Take then thine own reward where't may be found.
    The impulse that doth drive the souls of men
    To seek true spirit-heights within themselves
    Set their own measure, their own order make.
    Creation were not possible for man
    If others wished to claim what he had made.
    The song that trills from out the linnet's throat
    Sufficeth for itself; and so doth man
    Find his reward, when in his fashioning work
    He doth experience creative joy.

(Lightning and thunder.)

SPIRIT:

    It is not meet to grudge me my reward.
    If ye yourselves cannot repay the debt
    Then tell the woman, who endowed your souls
    With power, that she must pay instead of you.

(Exit.)

CAPESIUS:

    He hath departed. Whither turn we now?
    To find our way aright in these new worlds
    Must be, it seems, the first care of our minds.

STRADER:

    To follow confidently the best way,
    That we can find, with sure but cautious tread,
    Methinks should lead us straightway to the goal.

CAPESIUS:

    Rather should we be silent as to goal.
    That we shall find if we courageously
    Obey the impulse of our inner self,
    Which speaks thus to me: 'Let Truth be thy guide;
    May it unfold strong powers within thyself
    And mould them with the noblest fashioning
    In all that thou shalt do; then must thy steps
    Attain their destined goal, nor go astray.'

STRADER:

    Yet from the outset it were best our steps
    Should not lack consciousness of their true goal,
    If we would be of service unto men
    And give them happiness. He, who would serve
    Himself alone, doth follow his own heart;
    But he, who wills to serve his neighbour best,
    Must surely know his life's necessities.

(The Other Maria, also in soul-form, emerges from the rocks, covered
with precious stones.)

    But see! What wondrous being's this? It seems
    As though the rock itself did give it birth.
    From what world-depths do such strange forms arise?

THE OTHER MARIA:

    I wrest my way through solid rock, and fain
    Would clothe in human speech its very will;
    I sense earth's essence and with human brains
    I fain would think the thoughts of Earth herself.
    I breathe the purest airs of life, and shape
    The powers of air to feel as doth mankind.

STRADER:

    Then thou canst not assist us in our quest.
    For far aloft from men's endeavour stands
    All that which must abide in nature's realm.

CAPESIUS:

    Lady, I like thy words, and I would fain
    Translate thy form of speech into mine own.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    Most strange doth seem to me your proud discourse.
    For, when ye speak yourselves, unto mine ear
    Your words do sound incomprehensible.
    But if I let them echo in my heart
    And issue in new form, they spread abroad
    O'er all that lives in mine environment
    And solve for me its hidden mystery.

CAPESIUS:

    If this, thy speech, be true, then change for us
    Into thy speech, that nature may respond,
    The question of the true worth of our lives.
    For we ourselves lack power to question thus
    Great mother nature that we may be heard.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    In me ye only see an humble maid
    Of that high spirit-being, which doth dwell
    In that domain whence ye have just now come.
    There hath been given me this field of work
    That here in lowliness I may show forth
    Her mirrored image unto mortal sense.

CAPESIUS:

    So then we have just fled from that domain
    Wherein our longing could have been assuaged?

THE OTHER MARIA:

    And if ye do not find again the way,
    Your efforts shall be fruitless evermore.

CAPESIUS:

    Then tell which way will lead us back again.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    There are two ways. If my power doth attain
    To its full height all creatures of my realm
    Shall glow in beauty's most resplendent dress.
    From rocks and water, glittering light shall stream,
    And colours in their richest fulness flash
    On all around, whilst life in merry mood
    Shall fill the air with joyous harmony.
    And if your souls do then but steep themselves
    In mine own being's purest ecstasy
    On spirit pinions shall ye wing your way
    Unto primeval origins of worlds.

STRADER:

    That is no way for us; for in our speech
    We name such talk mere fancy, and we fain
    Would seek firm ground, not fly to cloud-capped heights.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    Then if ye wish to tread the other path
    Ye must forthwith renounce your spirit's pride.
    Ye must forget what reason doth command,
    And let the touch of nature conquer you.
    In your men's breasts let your child-soul have sway,
    Artless and undisturbed by thought's dim shades.
    So will ye surely reach Life's fountain-head,
    Although unconscious of the way ye go.

(Exit.)

CAPESIUS:

    Thus are we thrown back on ourselves alone,
    And have but learned that it behoveth us
    To work and wait in patience for the fruit
    That future days shall ripen from our work.

JOHANNES (speaking, as it were, from his meditation. Here and in the
following scene he sits aside and takes no part in the action):

    So do I find within the soul's domain
    Those men who are already known to me:
    First he who told us of Felicia's tales,
    Though here I saw him in his youthful prime;
    And also he who in his younger days
    Had chosen for his life monastic rule,
    As some old man did he appear: with them
    There stood the Spirit of the Elements.

Curtain






SCENE 5


A subterranean rock-temple: a hidden site of the Mysteries of the
Hierophants.

At the right of the stage, Johannes is seen in deep meditation.

BENEDICTUS (in the East):

    Ye, who have been companions unto me
    In the domain of everlasting life,
    Here in your midst I stand today to ask
    The help of which I stand in need from you
    To weave the thread of destiny for one,
    Who from our midst must now receive the light.
    Through bitter trials and sorrows hath he passed,
    And hath in deepest agony of soul
    Prepared the way to consecrate his life
    And thus attain to knowledge of the truth.
    Accomplished now the task assigned to me,
    As spirit-messenger, to bring to men
    The treasured wisdom of this temple's shrine.
    And now, ye brethren, 'tis your sacred task
    To bring my work to full accomplishment.
    I showed to him the light that proved the guide
    To his first vision of the spirit-world,
    But that this vision may be turned to truth
    Your work must needs be added unto mine.
    My words proceed from mine own mouth alone,
    But through your lips world-spirits do sound forth.

THEODOSIUS (in the South):

    Thus speaks the power of love, which bindeth worlds
    And filleth beings with the breath of life:--
    Let warmth flow in his heart that he may grasp
    How by the sacrificing of that vain
    Illusion of his personality
    He doth draw near the spirit of the world.
    His sight from sleep of sense thou hast set free;
    Love's warmth will wake the spirit in his soul:
    His Self from carnal covering thou hast drawn;
    And love itself will crystallize his soul
    That it may be a mirror to reflect
    All that doth happen in the spirit-world.
    Love too will give him strength to feel himself
    A spirit, and will fashion thus his ear
    That it can hear and know the spirit-speech.

ROMANUS (in the West):

    Nor are my words the revelation true
    Of mine own self. Through me the world-will speaks.
    And since thou hast thus raised unto the power
    To live in spirit-realms the man to thee
    Entrusted, now this power shall lead him forth
    Beyond the bounds of space and ends of time.
    To those realms shall he pass wherein do work
    Creative spirits, who shall there reveal
    Themselves to him; demanding from him deeds;
    And willingly will he perform their work.
    The purposes of Him who moulds the worlds
    Shall fill his soul with life; there too the earth's
    Primeval sources shall enspirit him;
    World potencies shall there empower him;
    The mights of spheres shall there enlighten him,
    And rulers of the worlds fill him with fire.

RETARDUS (in the North):

    From the foundation of the world ye have
    Been forced to suffer me within your midst.
    So must ye also to my words give ear
    In your deliberations here today.
    Some little time must surely yet elapse
    Before ye can fulfil and bring to pass
    What ye have set forth in such beauteous words.
    No sign as yet hath come to us from earth
    That she doth long for new initiates.
    So long as this spot, where we council hold,
    Hath not been trodden by the feet of those
    Who, uninitiate still, cannot set free
    Their spirit from realities of sense,
    So long the task is mine to check your zeal.
    First must they bring us message that the earth
    Doth seem in need of revelations new.
    For this cause hold I back your spirit-light
    Within this temple, lest it may bring harm
    Instead of health to souls that are not ripe.
    Out of myself I give to man on earth
    That faculty which lets the truths of sense
    Appear to him the highest, just so long
    As spirit wisdom would but blind his eyes.
    Nay more, e'en such belief may also lead
    Him nearer to the spirit, for the aims
    Formed by his will may yet be guided right
    Through his blind tastes and gropings in the dark.

ROMANUS:

    From the foundation of the world we have
    Been forced to suffer thee within our midst.
    But now at length the time hath run its course
    That was allotted to such work as thine.
    The world-will in me feels that they approach--

(Felix Balde appears in his earthly shape: the Other Maria as a
soul-form from out of the rock.)

    --Who, uninitiated, can release
    The spirit from the outward show of sense.
    No more 'tis granted thee to check our steps.
    They near our temple of their own free will
    And bring to thee this message, that they wish
    To help our spirit labours, joined with us.
    They found themselves till now not yet prepared
    For union, since they clung to that belief
    That seership's power with reason needs must part.
    Now have they learned whither mankind is led
    By reason, which, when severed from true sight,
    Doth err and wander in the depths of worlds.
    They now will speak to thee of fruits which needs
    Must ripen through thy power in human souls.

RETARDUS:

    Ye, who unconsciously have forwarded
    My work till now, ye shall still further help--
    If ye will distant keep from all that doth
    Belong unto my realm and that alone.
    Then shall ye surely find a place reserved
    For you to work as hitherto ye worked.

FELIX BALDE:

    A power, which speaks from very depths of earth
    Unto my spirit, hath commanded me
    To come unto this consecrated place;
    Since it desires to speak to you through me
    Of all its bitter sorrow and its need.

BENEDICTUS:

    My friend, then tell us now how thou hast learned
    The woe of world-depths in thine own soul's core.

FELIX BALDE:

    The light that shines in men as learning's fruit
    Must needs give nourishment to all the powers
    Which serve world-cycles in the earth's dark depths.
    Already now a long time have they starved
    Well-nigh entirely reft of sustenance.
    For that which grows today in human brains
    Doth only serve the surface of the earth,
    And doth not penetrate unto its depths.
    Some strange new superstition now doth haunt
    These clever human heads: they turn their gaze
    Unto primeval origins of earth
    And will but spectres see in spirit spheres,
    Thought out by vain illusion of the sense.
    A merchant surely would consider mad
    A purchaser, who would speak thus to him:
    'The mists and fog, that hover in the vale,
    Can certainly condense to solid gold;
    And with such gold thou shalt be paid thy debt.'
    The merchant will not willingly await
    To have his ducats made from fog and mist;
    And yet whene'er his soul doth thirst to find
    Solution of the riddles set by life,
    Should science offer him such payments then
    For spirit needs and debts, right willingly
    Will he accept whole solar systems built
    Out of primeval world-containing fog.
    The teacher who discovers some unknown
    And luckless layman, who hath raised himself
    To heights of science or of scholarship
    Without examinations duly passed
    Will surely threaten him with his contempt.
    Yet science doth not doubt that without proof
    And without spirit earth's primeval beasts
    Could change themselves to men by their own power.

THEODOSIUS:

    Why dost thou not thyself reveal to men
    The sources of this light of thine, which streams
    Forth from thy soul with such resplendent ray?

FELIX BALDE:

    A fancy-monger and a man of dreams
    They call me, who are well-disposed to me:
    But others think of me as some dull fool
    Who, all untaught of them, doth follow out
    His own peculiar bent of foolishness.

RETARDUS:

    Thou show'st already how untaught thou art
    By the simplicity of this thy speech:
    Thou dost not know that men of science have
    Sufficient shrewdness to make just the same
    Objection to themselves as unto thee.
    And if they make it not they know well why.

FELIX BALDE:

    I know full well that they are shrewd enough
    To understand objections they have made,
    But not so shrewd as to believe in them.

THEODOSIUS:

    What must we do that we may forthwith give
    The powers of earth what they do need so much?

FELIX BALDE:

    So long as on the earth men only heed
    Such men as these, who wish not to recall
    Their spirit's primal source, so long will starve
    The mineral forces buried in earth's depths.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    I gather, brother Felix, from thy words,
    That thou dost think the time hath now expired
    When we did serve earth's purposes the best
    Through wisdom's light, ourselves unconsecrate--
    When we showed forth from roots in our own life
    The living way of spirit and of love.
    In thee the spirits of the earth arose
    To give thee light without the lore of books:
    In me did love hold sway, the love that dwells
    And works within the life of men on earth.
    And now we wish to join our brethren here,--
    Who, consecrate, within this temple serve,--
    And bring forth fruitful work in human souls.

BENEDICTUS:

    If ye unite your labour now with us,
    Then must the consecrated work succeed.
    The wisdom which I gave unto my son
    Will surely blossom forth in him as power.

THEODOSIUS:

    If ye unite your labour now with us,
    Then must the thirst for sacrifice arise.
    And through the soul life of whoever seeks
    The spirit-path, will breathe the warmth of love.

ROMANUS:

    If ye unite your labour now with us,
    Then must the fruits of spirit ripen fast.
    Deeds will spring up, which through the spirit's work
    Will blossom from your soul's discipleship.

RETARDUS:

    If they unite their labour now with you
    What shall become of me? My deeds will prove
    Fruitless to those who would the spirit seek.

BENEDICTUS:

    Then wilt thou change into thine other self:
    Since now thou hast accomplished all thy work.

THEODOSIUS:

    Henceforth thou wilt live on in sacrifice
    If thou dost freely sacrifice thyself.

ROMANUS:

    Thou wilt bear fruit on earth in human deeds
    If I myself may tend the fruits for thee.

JOHANNES (speaking out of his meditation, as in the previous scene):

    The brethren in the temple showed themselves
    To my soul-sight, resembling in their form
    Men whose appearance I already know.
    Yet Benedictus seemed a spirit too.
    He who stood on his left seemed like that man
    Who through the feelings only would draw nigh
    The spirit-realms. The third resembled him,
    Who doth but recognize the powers of life
    When they show forth through wheels and outward works.
    The fourth I do not know. The wife who saw
    The spirit's light after her husband's death,
    I recognized in her own inmost being.
    And Felix Balde came just as in life.

The curtain falls slowly.






SCENE 6


Scene the same as the Fourth.

(The Spirit of the Elements stands in the same place.)

FELICIA:

    Thou calledst me. What wouldst thou hear of me?

SPIRIT:

    Two men did I present unto the earth
    Whose spirit-powers were fructified through thee.
    They found their soul's awakening in thy words
    When meditation dry had lamed them both.
    Thy gifts to them make thee my debtor too.
    Their spirit doth not of itself suffice
    To render full repayment unto me
    For all the service which I did for them.

FELICIA:

    For many years one of these men did come
    To our small cottage, that he might obtain
    The strength that lent unto his words their fire.
    Later he brought the other with him too;
    And so they two consumed the fruits, whose worth
    Was then unknown to me: but little good
    Did I receive from them as recompense.
    Their kind of knowledge to our son they gave,
    With good intent indeed, but yet the child
    Found nought therein but death unto his soul.
    He grew to manhood steeped in all the light,
    His father Felix, through the spirit-speech,
    Taught him from fountains and from rocks and hills:
    To this was joined all that had lived and grown
    In my own soul from my first childhood's years;
    And yet our son's clear spirit-sense was killed
    By the deep gloom of sombre sciences.
    Instead of some blithe happy child, there grew
    A man of desert soul and empty heart.
    And now forsooth thou dost demand of me
    That I should pay what they do owe to thee!

SPIRIT:

    It must be so, for thou at first didst serve
    The earthly part in them; and so through me
    The spirit bids thee now complete the work.

FELICIA:

    'Tis not my wont to shrink from any debt;
    But tell me first what detriment will grow
    In mine own self from this love-service done?

SPIRIT:

    What thou at first didst do for them on earth,
    Robbed of his spirit-powers thine only son;
    And what thou givest to their spirits now
    Is lost henceforth to thee from thine own self;
    Which lessening of the powers of life in thee
    Will show as ugliness in thine own flesh.

FELICIA:

    They robbed my child of all his spirit-power,
    And in return I needs must wander forth
    A monster in the sight of men, that fruits
    May ripen for them, which work little good!

SPIRIT:

    Yet thy work aids the welfare of mankind
    And leads as well to thine own happiness.
    Thy mother's beauty and thy child's own life
    Will blossom for thee in a loftier way,
    When one day in the souls and hearts of men,
    New spirit-powers shall seed and fructify.

FELICIA:

    What must I do?

SPIRIT:

                    Mankind thou hast inspired
    Full often with thy words. Inspire then now
    The spirits of the rocks: in this same hour
    Thou must bring forth from out thy treasured store
    Of fairy pictures some one tale to give
    Those beings who do serve me in my work.

FELICIA:

    So be it then:--A being once did live
    Who flew from East to West, as runs the sun.
    He flew o'er lands and seas, and from this height
    He looked upon the doings of mankind.
    He saw how men did one another love,
    And, how in hatred they did persecute.
    Yet naught could stay this being in his flight,
    For love and hatred none the less bring forth
    Full many thousand times the same results.
    Yet o'er one house--there must the being stay;
    For therein dwelt a tired and weary man,
    Who pondered on the love of humankind,
    And pondered also over human hate.
    His contemplations had already graved
    Deep furrows on his brow; his hair was white.
    And, grieving o'er this man, the being lost
    His sun-guide's leadership, and stayed with him
    Within his room e'en when the sun went down.
    And when the sun arose again, once more
    The being joined the spirit of the sun;
    And once again he saw mankind pass through
    The cycle of the earth in love and hate.
    But when he came, still following the sun,
    A second time above that selfsame house,
    His gaze did fall upon a man quite dead.

(Germanus, invisible behind the rock, speaks. As he speaks, he
gradually drags his unwieldy size on to the stage; his feet like
clogs are almost earth-bound.)

GERMANUS:

    A man once lived, who went from East to West:
    Whose eager thirst for knowledge lured him on
    O'er land and sea; and with his wisdom's sight
    He looked upon the doings of mankind.
    He saw how men did one another love,
    And, how in hatred they did persecute;
    And at each turn of life the man did note
    How blind was wisdom's eye to probe its depths.
    For, though the world is ruled by love and hate,
    Yet could he not combine them into law.
    A thousand single cases wrote he down
    Yet still he lacked the comprehending eye.
    This dull, dry seeker after truth once met
    Upon his path a being formed of light;
    Who found existence fraught with heaviness
    Since it must live in constant combat with
    A darksome being formed of shadows black.
    'Who art thou then?' the dry truth-seeker asked.
    'Love,' said the one; the other answered, 'Hate.'
    But these two beings' words fell on deaf ears;
    The man heard not, but wandered blindly on
    In his dry search for truth from East to West.

FELICIA:

    And who art thou, who thus against my wish
    Dost parody my words in his own way
    Until they sound a very mockery?

GERMANUS:

    Only a dwarf-like image of me lives
    In man, and therein many things are thought,
    That are but mockery of their own selves.
    When I do show them in the actual size,
    In which they do appear within my brain.

FELICIA:

    And therefore dost thou also mock at me?

GERMANUS:

    I must right often ply this trade of mine;
    Yet mostly men do hear me not, so now
    I seized for once this opportunity
    To speak as well where men can hear my words.

JOHANNES (out of his meditation):

    This was the man, who of himself did say
    That spirit-light grew of its own accord
    Within his brain; and Dame Felicia came,
    Just like her husband, as she is in life.

Curtain






SCENE 7


The domain of spirit: a scene of various coloured crystal rocks and
a few trees. Maria, Philia, Astrid, Luna; the child; Johannes, first
at a distance, then coming nearer; Theodora; lastly Benedictus.

MARIA:

    Ye sisters, who so often proved of old
    My helpers, help me also in this hour;
    That I may cause to vibrate in itself
    The ether of the worlds. Let it resound
    In harmony, and thus resounding reach
    And permeate a soul with knowledge true.
    Signs can I see which guide us to our work;
    For your work must unite itself with mine.
    Johannes, he who strives, by our designs
    To real existence shall be lifted up.
    The brethren in the temple counsel took
    How they should guide him to the heights of light
    Out of the depths, and they expect of us
    To fill his soul with power for such high flight.
    Thou shalt absorb for me, my Philia,
    The light's clear essence from the breadths of space;
    And fill thyself with all the charm of sound,
    Which wells from out the soul's creative power;
    That thou mayst then impart to me the gifts
    Which thou dost gather from the spirit's depths.
    Then can I weave their perfect harmonies
    In the soul-stirring rhythmic dance of spheres.
    Thou, Astrid, too, loved mirror of my soul,
    Thou shalt produce within the flowing light,
    The power of shade that colours may shine forth;
    Thou shalt give shape to formless harmonies,
    That as world-substance weaveth to and fro
    It may sound forth upon its living way.
    So am I able to entrust to man,
    When he doth seek, a spirit-consciousness.
    And thou, strong Luna, firm in thine own self,
    E'en like the living marrow, which doth grow
    Within the centre of the tree, do thou
    Unite unto thy sisters' gifts thine own;
    Impress thereon thy personality,
    That he who seeks may wisdom's surety find.

PHILIA:

    With clearest essence of the light will I
    From world-wide breadths of space myself imbue;
    From distant ether-bounds will I breathe deep
    Living sound-substance that such things may cause
    Thy work, beloved sister, to succeed.

ASTRID:

    I will weave through the beaming web of light
    Subduing darkness, and I will condense
    The living sounds, that, sounding, they may glow,
    And glowing, sound; that thou mayst thus direct,
    Beloved sister, soul-life's radiant beam.

LUNA:

    Soul-substance will I warm; and will make hard
    The living ether; that they may condense,
    And feel themselves as living entities
    With active power to fashion their own life;
    That thou, beloved sister, mayst create
    True wisdom's surety in man's seeking soul.

MARIA:

    From Philia's realm shall stream forth conscious joy;
    And water nymphs with their transforming power
    Shall then unfold receptiveness of soul;
    That the awakened one may undergo
    And live the mirth and sorrow of the world.
    From Astrid's web shall grow the joy of love;
    And sylphs, that live in air, shall then incite
    The soul's desire to willing sacrifice;
    That thus the consecrated one may give
    New life to sorrow-laden souls of men,
    And comfort those who crave for happiness.
    From Luna's power shall stream forth solid strength;
    And salamanders with their fiery breath
    Shall then create security of soul;
    That he who knows may find himself again
    In weaving soul-streams and the life of worlds.

PHILIA:

    I shall implore the spirits of the world
    That their own being's light may so enchant
    The senses of the soul; and their words' sound
    So fill with happiness the spirit ears;
    That he, whose wakening nears, may thus ascend
    The path of souls unto celestial heights.

ASTRID:

    The streams of love, which warm the worlds, will I
    Direct unto his consecrated heart;
    That he may bring into his work on earth
    The grace of heaven, and create desire
    For consecration in the hearts of men.

LUNA:

    From earth's primeval powers will I implore
    Courage and strength, that may lay them deep
    Within the seeker's heart; that confidence
    In his own Self may guide him through his life.
    Then shall he feel secure in his own soul
    And pluck each moment's ripened fruit, and draw
    The seeds therefrom to found eternities.

MARIA:

    With you, my sisters, joined in noble work
    I shall succeed in what I long to do.
    But hark! There rises to our world of light
    The cry of him who hath been sorely tried.

(Johannes appears.)

JOHANNES:

    'Tis thou, Maria! Then my suffering
    Hath at the last born richest fruit for me.
    It hath withdrawn me from the phantom shape
    Which I at first did make out of myself,
    And which then held me fast, a prisoner.
    Pain do I thank for thus enabling me
    To reach thee o'er the pathways of the soul.

MARIA:

    And what then was the path that led thee here?

JOHANNES:

    I felt myself from bonds of sense released:
    My sight was freed from that close barrier,
    Which hid all but the present from mine eyes.
    Quite otherwise I viewed the life of one
    I knew on earth, and looked beyond the space
    Bound by the present moment's narrow ring.
    Capesius, who in his older years
    Hath but employed the sight of sense--this man
    The spirit placed before my soul a youth,
    As first he entered on life's thorny path
    Full of those dreams of hope, which ofttimes brought
    A group of faithful hearers to his feet.
    And Strader, also could I see e'en thus
    As he appeared in earthly life when young,
    E'er he had full outgrown his cloistered youth:
    And I could see what he might once have been,
    If he had followed out in that same way
    The goal he set before himself of old.
    And only those who in their earthly life
    Are filled already with the spirit's power
    Appear unchanged within the spirit-realms.
    Both Dame Felicia and good Felix too
    Had kept the forms in which they lived on earth,
    When I beheld them with my spirit's sight.
    And then my guides showed kindness unto me,
    And spake of gifts which shall one day be mine
    When I can reach to wisdom's lofty heights.
    And many things besides have I beheld
    With spirit-organs which sense-sight at first
    Had shown to me in its own narrow way.
    For judgment's all-illuminating light
    Irradiated this new world of mine.
    But whether I lived in some shadowy dream,
    Or whether spirit-truth surrounded me
    Already, I could not as yet decide.
    Whether my spirit-sight was really stirred
    By other things, or whether mine own self
    Expanded into some world of its own,
    I knew not. Then didst thou appear thyself;
    Not as thou seemest at the present time,
    Nor as the past beheld thee; nay--I saw
    Thee as thou art in spirit evermore.
    Not human was thy nature: in thy soul
    Clear could I recognize the spirit-light,
    Which worked not as man clothed in flesh doth work.
    As spirit did it act, that strives to do
    Such work as in eternity hath root.
    And only now, when I dare stand complete
    In spirit nigh thee, doth the full light glow.
    In thee my sight of sense already grasped
    Reality so fast, that certainty
    Doth meet me even here in spirit-realms;
    And well I know that now before me stands
    No phantom shape. 'Tis thy true character
    In which I met thee yonder, and in which
    'Tis now permitted me to meet thee here.

THEODORA:

    I feel compelled to speak. A glow of light
    From out thy brow, Maria, upward mounts.
    This glow takes shape, and grows to human form.
    It is a man with spirit deep imbued,
    And other men do gather round his feet.
    I gaze into dim times, long passed away
    On that good man who rose from out thy head:
    His eyes do shine with perfect peace of soul;
    And deep true feeling glows in every line
    And feature of his noble countenance.
    A woman facing him mine eye doth see,
    Who listens with devotion to the words
    Proceeding from his mouth; which words I hear,
    And thus they sound: 'Ye have unto your gods
    Looked up with awed devotion until now.
    These gods I love, as ye love them yourselves.
    They did present unto your thought its power,
    And planted courage in your heart; but yet
    Their gifts spring from a higher spirit still.'
    I see how rage doth spread amongst the throng
    At this man's words. I hear their mad wild cries:
    'Kill him; for he desires to take from us
    The gifts the gods have given to our race.'
    But unconcernedly the man speaks on.
    He tells now of that God in human form,
    Who did descend to earth and conquer death.
    He tells of Christ; and as his words flow on
    The souls around grow calm and pacified.
    One only of the heathen hearts resists,
    And swears it will wreak vengeance on the man.
    I recognize this heart; it beats again
    In yonder child, that nestles at thy side.
    The messenger of Christ speaks to it thus:
    'Thy fate doth not permit thee to draw nigh
    In this life; but I shall wait patiently,
    For thy path leads thee to me in the end.'
    The woman who doth stand before the man
    Falls at his feet and feels herself transformed.
    A soul prays to the God in human form;
    A heart doth love God's messenger on earth.

(Johannes sinks upon his knees before Maria.)

MARIA:

    Johannes, that which dawneth in thy mind
    Thou shalt awaken to full consciousness.
    E'en now within thee hath thy memory
    Wrenched itself free from fetterings of sense.
    Thou hast found me, and thou hast felt myself,
    As we were joined in former life on earth.
    Thou wast the woman whom the seeress saw,
    For so didst thou lie prostrate at my feet,
    When I as messenger of Christ did come
    Unto thy tribe in days long since gone by.
    What in Hibernia's consecrated shrines
    Was then entrusted to me by that God,
    Who dwelt in human form, and did become
    A conqueror o'er all the powers of death,
    I had to bring to tribes, in whom still lived
    A soul that brought a willing sacrifice,
    To mighty Odin, and with sorrow thought
    Upon the death of Balder, god of light.
    The power, which from that message grew in thee,
    Attracted thee to me from the first day
    Thine eyes of sense beheld me in this life.
    And since it strove so mightily in us,
    And yet remained unrecognized by both,
    It wove into our life those sufferings,
    Which we o'ercame. Yet in that pain itself
    There lay the power to guide us on our way
    To spirit-realms, where we might recognize
    And know in very truth each other's soul.
    Intolerably did thy pain increase
    Through all the men who thronged thee round about,
    With whom by fate's decree thou art conjoined.
    Hence was the revelation of their selves
    Able so fiercely to convulse thine heart.
    These men hath Karma gathered round thee now,
    To wake in thee the power that once did urge
    Thee on the path of life, which selfsame power
    Hath thus far roused thee, that, from body freed,
    Thou couldst ascend into the spirit-world.
    Thou standest nearest to my soul, since thou
    Hast kept through pain thy steadfast faith in me.
    And therefore hath it fallen to my lot
    That consecration to complete in thee,
    To which thou owest this thy spirit-light.
    The brethren, who within the temple serve,
    Have wakened sight in thee; yet canst thou know
    That what thou seest is very truth indeed,
    Only when thou dost find in spirit-realms
    A being, unto whom in worlds of sense
    Thou wast united in thine inmost soul.
    And that this being might thus meet thee here,
    Before thee did the brethren send me out.
    And this did prove the hardest of thy tests,
    When I was summoned here to wait for thee.
    Our leader, Benedictus, did I ask
    To solve for me the riddle of my life,
    That seemed to be so cruel and unkind;
    And blessedness streamed from his every word,
    Telling of his own mission and of mine.
    He told me of the spirit I must serve
    With all the power which I have found in me.
    And at his words it seemed to me as though,
    All in a moment clearest spirit-light
    Streamed through and through my soul, and suffering
    Was changed to joyous blessedness; one thought
    Alone then filled my soul;--he gave me light,
    Yea, light, that gave to me the power of sight;--
    It was the will that lived within the thought
    Wholly to give myself to spirit-life,
    To make me ready for the sacrifice
    Which would unto our leader draw me near.
    This thought did generate the highest power:
    It gave wings to my soul and wafted me
    Into that realm where thou hast found me now.
    In that same moment when I felt released
    From my sense body, I was free to turn
    My spirit's eye upon thee, and I saw
    Not only thee, Johannes, standing there;
    I saw the woman too, that followed me
    In ancient times; and had bound close to mine
    Her destiny. E'en thus was spirit-truth
    Revealed to me in spirit-realms through thee,
    Who in the world of sense already wast
    Made one with me in inmost consciousness.
    So did I gain this spirit-certainty
    And was endowed to give it unto thee.
    Sending a ray of highest, tenderest love
    To Benedictus, I went on before;
    And he hath given unto thee the power
    To follow me into the spirit-spheres.

(Benedictus appears.)

BENEDICTUS:

    Ye here have found yourselves in spirit-realms
    And so it is permitted unto me
    To stand once more beside you in these realms.
    I could confer the power that urged you here,
    But I could not conduct you here myself.
    Thus read the law, which I must needs obey:--
    Ye must through your own selves first gain the eye
    Of spirit, which doth here make visible
    My spirit to you. Ye have just begun
    E'en now the path of spirit-pilgrimage.
    Henceforth indeed upon the plane of sense
    Endowed with novel powers shall ye both stand,
    And with the spirit in your hearts unsealed
    The cause of human progress shall ye serve,
    For Fate itself hath so united you,
    That ye together may unfold the powers
    Which needs must serve divine creative work.
    And as ye journey on the path of souls
    Wisdom herself will teach you that the heights
    May only be obtained by souls of men,
    Who have gained spirit-certainty, when they
    Unite in faith to do salvation's work.
    My spirit-guidance hath united you
    To realize each other: now do ye
    Unite yourselves to do the spirit's work.
    May powers that dwell within this realm confer
    On you through these my lips this Word of strength:--
    'The weaving essence of the light streams forth
    From man to man to fill all worlds with truth.
    The grace of love spreads warmth from soul to soul
    To work out bliss eternal for all worlds.
    And spirit-messengers come forth to wed
    Man's works of love and grace to cosmic aims.
    And when a man who dwells amongst mankind
    Can wed these twain, there doth stream forth on earth
    True spirit-light from his warm loving soul.'

Curtain






INTERLUDE


Scene: same as in the Prelude. The day after the play to which Estella,
in the Prelude, invited her friend to accompany her.

SOPHIA: Forgive me, dear Estelle, for keeping you waiting. I had to
attend to something for the children.

ESTELLA: Here I am back again with you already. I long for your
sympathy, whenever anything stirs me deeply.

SOPHIA: Well, you know that I shall always sympathize most warmly
with you in your interests.

ESTELLA: This play, of which I spoke to you, Outcasts from Body and
from Soul touched me so deeply. Does it seem to you odd when I say
that there were moments when all I had ever known of human sorrow
stood before me? With highest artistic force the work not only gives
the outer mischances, met with by so many people, but also points
out with wonderful penetration the deepest agonies of the soul.

SOPHIA: One cannot, I fear, form a proper conception of a work of
art by simply hearing of its contents. But I would like you to tell
me what stirred you so.

ESTELLA: The construction of the play was admirable. The artist wished
to show how a young painter loses all his creative desire, because he
begins to doubt his love for a woman. She had endowed him with the
power to develop his promising talents. Pure enthusiasm for his art
had produced in her the most beautiful love of sacrifice. To her he
owed the fullest development of his abilities in his chosen field. He
blossomed, as it were, in the sunshine of his benefactress. Constant
association with this woman developed his gratitude into passionate
love. This caused him to neglect, more and more, a poor creature who
was faithfully devoted to him, and who finally died of grief, because
she had to confess to herself that she had lost the heart of the man
she loved. When he heard of her death, the news did not seriously
disturb him, for his heart belonged entirely to his benefactress. Yet
he grew ever more and more certain that her noble feeling of friendship
for him would never turn to passionate love. This conviction drove
all creative joy from his soul, and his inner life grew constantly
more desolate. In this condition of life the poor girl, whom he had
forsaken, came again into his mind, and a wrecked life was all that
resulted from a hopeful and promising man. Without prospect of a
single ray of light he pined away. All this is portrayed with intense
dramatic vividness.

SOPHIA: I can easily see how the play must have worked upon your
feelings. As a girl you always suffered intensely at the destiny of
such people, who had been driven to bitterness by heavy misfortunes
in their life.

ESTELLA: My dear Sophy; you misunderstand me. I can easily distinguish
between what is real and what is merely artistic. And criticism fails,
I know, if one carries into it the feelings one had in life. What
stirred me here so deeply was the really perfect representation of
a deep problem of life. I was once again able to realize clearly
how art can only mount to such heights, when it keeps close to the
fulness of life. As soon as it departs therefrom, its works are untrue.

SOPHIA: I understand you perfectly when you speak like that. I
have always admired the artists who could represent what you
call the reality of life. And I believe a great many have that
power,--especially nowadays. Nevertheless even the very highest
attainments leave behind them in my soul a certain discomfort. For
a long time I was unable to explain this to myself, but one day the
light came that brought the answer.

ESTELLA: You mean to tell me, that your conception of the world has
dispelled your appreciation of so-called realistic art?

SOPHIA: Dear Estelle, let us not speak of my conception of the world
today. You know quite well, that the emotion you have just described
was entirely familiar to me long before I knew anything at all about
what you call my 'conception of the world.' And these feelings are
not only aroused in me with reference to so-called realistic art: but
other things also create a similar feeling in me. It grows especially
marked when I become aware of what I might call, in a higher sense,
the want of truth in certain works of art.

ESTELLA: There I really cannot follow you.

SOPHIA: A vivid grasp of real truth must needs create in the heart a
sense of a certain poverty in works of art. For of course the greatest
artist is always a novice compared with nature in her perfection. The
most accomplished artist fails to give me what I can get from the
revelation of a landscape or a human countenance.

ESTELLA: But that is in the nature of the case and cannot be altered.

SOPHIA: But it could be altered, if men would only become clear on one
point. They could say that it is irrational for the soul to reproduce
what higher powers have already set before us as the highest form of
art. Yet these same powers have implanted in man a desire to continue
to work upon creation in a certain sense, in order to give to the
world what these powers have not yet placed before the senses. In
all that man can create, the original powers of creation have left
nature incomplete. Why should he reproduce her imperfections in an
imperfect form, when he has the ability to change that imperfection
into perfection? If you think of this assertion as changed into an
elemental feeling you will understand why I feel a sense of distress
towards much that you call art. This perception of an imperfect
reproduction of some obvious truth must needs produce distress. On
the other hand, the least perfect representation of what is concealed
behind the outwardly observed phenomenon may prove a revelation.

ESTELLA: You are really talking of something that nowhere exists. No
true artist really tries to give a bare reproduction of nature.

SOPHIA: That is just why so many works of art are imperfect; for the
creative function leads of itself beyond nature, and the artist cannot
know the appearance of what is outside his senses.

ESTELLA: I see no possibility of our coming to any understanding
with one another on this point. It is indeed sad that, in these
most important problems of the soul, my best friend follows views
so different from my own. I hope our friendship may yet fall on
better days.

SOPHIA: On such a point we shall surely be able to accept whatever
life may bring us.

ESTELLA: Au revoir, dear Sophy.

SOPHIA: Good-bye, dear Estelle.

Curtain






SCENE 8


Same room as for Scene 1. Johannes at an easel, before which Capesius,
Maria, and Strader are also seated.

JOHANNES:

    I think those are the final touches now,
    And feel that I may call my work complete.
    Especial pleasure hath it given me
    Thy nature to interpret through mine art.

CAPESIUS:

    This picture is a marvel unto me
    And its creator a still greater one.
    For naught, which men like me have up till now
    Considered possible, can be compared
    With this change that hath taken place in thee.
    One only can believe, when actual sight
    Compels belief. We met three years ago;
    And I was then allowed to count myself
    A member of that small community,
    In which thou didst attain thine excellence.
    A man of sad demeanour wast thou then,
    Witness each glance and aspect of thy face.
    Once did I hear a lecture in thy group,
    And at the end felt urged to add thereto
    Words that were wrenched with pain from out my soul.
    I spake in such a mood wherein one doth
    Think almost always of oneself alone;
    And none the less my gaze did ever rest
    Upon that painter, whelmed 'neath sorrow's load,
    Who sat and kept still silence, far apart.
    Silent he pondered in a fashion strange,
    And one might well believe that he heard not
    A single word of all those spoken near.
    The sorrow unto which he gave himself
    Seemed of itself to have a separate life;
    It seemed as though the man himself heard not,
    But rather that his very grief had ears:
    It is perhaps not inappropriate
    To say he was by sorrow quite obsessed.
    Soon after that day did we meet again,
    And even then there was a change in thee;
    For happiness did beam forth from thine eyes;
    Within thy nature power did dwell again,
    And noble fire did ring in all thy words.
    Thou didst express a wish to me that day--
    Which seemed to me most strange and curious--
    To be my pupil didst thou then desire.
    And of a truth thou hast throughout these years
    With utmost diligence absorbed thyself
    In all I had to say on world events.
    And, as we grew more intimate, I then
    Did know the riddle of thine artist life,
    And each new picture proved a fresh surprise.
    My thought in former days was ill-inclined
    To soar to worlds beyond the life of sense--
    Not that I doubted them--but yet it seemed
    Presumptuous to draw near with eager mind.
    But now I must admit that them hast changed
    My point of view. I hear thee oft repeat
    That thine artistic skill depends alone
    Upon the gift to function consciously
    In other worlds; and that thou canst implant
    Naught in thy work but what thou hast first seen
    In spirit worlds: indeed thy works do show
    How spirit stands revealed in actual life.

STRADER:

    Never so little have I understood
    Thy speech; for surely in all artists' work
    The living spirit is thus manifest.
    How therefore doth thy friend, Thomasius,
    Differ from other masters in his art?

CAPESIUS:

    Ne'er have I doubted that the spirit shows
    Itself in man, who none the less remains
    Unconscious of its nature. He creates
    Through this same spirit, but perceives it not.
    Thomasius however doth create
    In worlds of sense what he in spirit-realms
    Can consciously behold; and many times
    Hath he assured me, that, for men like him,
    No other method of creation serves.

STRADER:

    Thomasius is a marvel unto me,
    And freely I admit this picture here
    Hath first revealed to me in his true self
    Capesius, whom I thought I knew full well.
    In thought I knew him; but his work doth show
    How little of him I had really known.

MARIA:

    How comes it, doctor, that thou canst admire
    The greatness of this work so much, and yet
    Canst still deny the greatness of its source?

STRADER:

    What hath my wonder at the artist's work
    In common with my faith in spirit-sight?

MARIA:

    One can indeed admire a work, e'en when
    One hath no faith in that which is its source;
    Yet in this case there would be naught to rouse
    Our admiration, had this artist not
    Trodden the path that led to spirit-life.

STRADER:

    Yet still we must not say that whosoe'er
    Doth to the spirit wholly give himself
    Will consciously be guided by its power.
    The spirit power creates in artists' souls,
    E'en as it works within the trees and stones:
    Yet is the tree not conscious of itself.
    And only he, who sees it from without,
    Can recognize the spirit's work therein.
    So too each artist lives within his work
    And not in spiritual experience.
    But when mine eyes now on this picture fall,
    I do forget all that allures to thought;
    The very soul-force of my friend doth gleam
    From out those eyes, and yet--they are but paint!
    The seeker's thoughtfulness dwells on that brow;
    And e'en his noble warmth of words doth stream
    From all the colour-tones with which thy brush
    Hath solved the mystery of portraiture.
    Ah, these same colours, surely they are flat!
    And yet they are not; they seem visible
    Only to vanish straightway from my sight.
    The moulding too doth seem like colour's work;
    And yet it tells of spirit intertwined
    In every line, and many things besides,
    That are not of itself.--Where then is that
    Whereof it speaks? Not on the canvas there,
    Where only spirit-barren colours lie.
    Is it then in Capesius himself?
    But why can I perceive it not in him?
    Thomasius, thou hast so painted here
    That what is painted doth destroy itself,
    The moment that the eye would fathom it.
    I cannot grasp whereto it urgeth me.
    What must I grasp from it? What should I seek?
    I fain would pierce this canvas through and through
    To find what I must seek within its depths;
    To find where I may grasp all that which streams
    From this same picture into my soul's core.
    I must attain it.--Oh--deluded fool!
    It seems as though some ghost were haunting me,
    A ghost I cannot see, nor have I power
    Which doth enable me to focus it.
    Thou dost paint ghostly things, Thomasius,
    Ensnaring them by magic in your work.
    They do allure us on to seek for them,
    And yet they never let themselves be found.
    Oh--how I find your pictures horrible!

CAPESIUS:

    My friend, in this same moment hast thou lost
    The thinker's peace of mind. Consider now,
    If from this picture some ghost speaks to thee
    Then I myself must surely ghostly be.

STRADER:

    Forgive me, friend, 'twas weakness on my part.

CAPESIUS:

    Ah, speak but good, not evil, of this hour!
    For though thou seemed'st to have lost thyself,
    Yet in reality thou wast upraised
    Far, far above thyself; and thou didst feel,
    Even as I myself full oft have felt.
    At such times, howsoe'er one feels oneself
    Strong-armoured at all points with logic's might,
    One can but be convinced that one is seized
    By some strange power that can have origin
    Not in sense-knowledge or sense-reasoning.
    Who hath endowed this picture with such power?
    To me it seems the symbol in sense-life
    Of soul-experiences gained thereby.
    It hath taught me to recognize my soul,
    As never heretofore seemed possible;
    And most convincing this self-knowledge proved.
    Thomasius did search me through and through:
    For unto him was given power to pierce
    Through sense-appearance unto spirit-self.
    With his developed sight he penetrates
    To spirit verity; and thus for me
    Those ancient words of wisdom: 'Know thyself,'
    In new light do appear. To know ourselves
    E'en as we are, we must first find that power
    Within ourselves, which, as true spirit, doth
    Conceal itself from us in our own selves.

MARIA:

    We must, to find ourselves, that power unfold
    Which can pierce through into our very souls:
    And truly do these words of wisdom speak--
    Unfold thyself and thou shalt find thyself.

STRADER:

    If we admit now, that Thomasius
    Hath through th' unfolding of his spirit power,
    Attained to knowledge of that entity,
    That dwells, invisible, in each of us,
    Then must we say that on each plane of life
    Knowledge doth differ.

CAPESIUS:

                          So would I maintain.

STRADER:

    If matters thus do stand, then is all thought
    Nothing: all learning but illusory;
    And every moment I must lose myself....
    Oh, do leave me alone....

(Exit.)

CAPESIUS:

                              I'll go with him.

(Exit.)

MARIA:

    Capesius is nearer far today
    To spirit lore, than he himself doth think;
    And Strader suffers deeply. What his soul
    So hotly craves, his spirit cannot find.

JOHANNES:

    The inner nature of these two did stand
    Already then before my spirit's eye
    When first I dared to tread the realm of souls.
    As a young man I saw Capesius,
    And Strader in the years he hath not reached
    By some long span as yet. Capesius
    Did show a youthful promise which conceals
    Much that this life will not allow to come
    To due fruition in the realms of sense.
    I was attracted to his inner self:
    In his soul's essence I could first behold
    What is the essential kernel of a man;
    And how a man's peculiarities
    In earthly life do manifest themselves
    As consequences of some former life.
    I saw the struggles that he overcame,
    Which in his other lives had origin,
    And which have shaped his present mode of life.
    I could not see his death-discarded selves
    With my soul's vision, yet I did perceive
    Within his nature that which could not rise
    From his surroundings as they are today.
    Thus in the picture I could reproduce,
    What dwells within the basis of his soul.
    My brush was guided by the powers, which he
    Unfolded in his former lives on earth.
    If thus I have revealed his inmost self,
    My picture will have served the aim, which I
    Did purpose for it in my thought: for as
    A work of art I do not rate it high.

MARIA:

    It will confirm its work within that soul
    Which it hath showed the path to spirit-realms.

Curtain falls whilst Maria and Johannes are still in the room






SCENE 9


Same region as in Scene 2. From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man,
feel thou thyself.'

JOHANNES:

    O man, feel thou thyself! For three long years
    I have sought strength of soul, with courage winged,
    Which doth give truth unto these words, whereby
    A man may free himself to conquer first;
    Then conquering himself may freedom find
    Through these same words: 'O man, feel thou thyself.'

(From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.')

    I note their presence in mine inmost soul,
    Their whispered breathing thrills my spirit-ear;
    And hid within themselves they bear the hope,
    That they will grow and lead man's spirit up,
    Out of his narrow self to world-wide space,
    E'en as a giant oak mysteriously
    Builds his proud body from an acorn small.
    Spirit can cause to live in its own self
    All weaving forms of water and of air,
    And all that doth make hard the solid earth.
    Man too can grasp whate'er hath ta'en firm hold
    Of being, in the elements, in souls,
    In time, in spirits and eternity.
    The whole world's essence lies in one soul's core,
    When such power in the spirit roots itself,
    Which can give truth unto these selfsame words:
    O man, experience and feel thyself--

(From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.')

    I feel them sounding in my very soul,
    Rousing themselves to grant me strength and power.
    The light doth live in me; the brightness speaks
    Around me; soul light germinates in me;
    The brightness of all worlds creates in me:
    O man, experience and feel thyself;

(From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.')

JOHANNES:

    I find myself secure on every side,
    Where'er these words of power do follow me.
    They will give light in sense-life's darkened ways:
    They will sustain me on the spirit-heights:
    Soul-substance will they pour into my heart
    Through all the æons of eternity.
    I feel the essence of the worlds in me,
    And I must find myself in all the worlds.
    I gaze upon the nature of my soul,
    Which mine own power hath vivified; I rest
    Within myself; I look on rocks and springs;
    They speak the native language of my soul.
    I find myself again within that soul,
    Into whose life I brought such bitter grief;
    And out of her I call unto myself:
    'Thou must find me again and ease my pain.'
    The spirit-light will give to me the strength
    To live this other self in its own self.
    Oh hopeful words, ye stream forth strength to me
    From all the worlds: O man, feel thou thyself.

(From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.')

JOHANNES:

    Ye make me feel my feebleness, and yet
    Ye place me near the highest aims of gods;
    And blissfully I feel creative power
    From these high aims in my weak, earthly form.
    And out of mine own Self shall stand revealed
    Those powers, whereof the germ lies hid in me.
    And I will give myself unto the world
    By living out mine own essential life;
    Yea, all the might of these words will I feel,
    Which sound within me softly at the first.
    They shall become for me a quickening fire
    In my soul-powers and on my spirit-paths.
    I feel how now my very thought doth pierce
    To deep-concealed foundations of the world;
    And how it streams through them with radiant light.
    E'en thus doth work the fructifying power
    Of these same words: O man, feel thou thyself.

(From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself!')

    From heights of light a being shines on me,
    And I feel wings to lift myself to him:
    I too will free myself, like all those souls,
    Who conquered self.

(From springs and rocks resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself.')

                        That being do I see
    Whom I would fain be like in future times.
    The spirit in me shall grow free, through thee
    Sublime example, I will follow thee.

(Enter Maria)

JOHANNES:

    The spirit-beings, who did take me up,
    Have woken now the vision of my soul.
    And as I gaze into the spirit worlds,
    I feel in mine own self the quickening power
    Of these same words: O man, feel thou thyself.

(From springs and rocks resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself!')

JOHANNES:

    Thou here, my friend?

MARIA:

                          My soul did urge me here.
    I saw thy star shining in fullest strength.

JOHANNES:

    This strength can I experience in myself.

MARIA:

    So closely are we one, that thy soul's life
    Allows its light to shine forth in my soul.

JOHANNES:

    Maria, then thou also art aware
    Of what has just revealed itself to me.
    Man's first conviction has just come to me,
    And I have gained the certainty of self.
    I feel that power to guide me everywhere
    Lies in these words: O man, feel thou thyself.

(From rocks and springs resounds: 'O man, feel thou thyself!')

Curtain






SCENE 10


A room for meditation as in Scene 3.

THEODOSIUS (in spirit-garb):

    Now canst thou feel all worlds within thyself:
    So now feel me as love-power of all worlds.
    A nature, that is lighted up by me,
    Feels its own being's power enhanced, whene'er
    It gives itself to give another joy.
    Thus do I work with true creative joy
    To build the worlds. Without me none can live,
    And naught without my strength can e'er exist.

JOHANNES:

    So thou dost stand before my spirit's eye,
    Joy-giver of all worlds. My spirit's strength
    Doth feel creative joy, when I behold
    Thee as the fruit of self-experience.
    Within the temple to my spirit's eye
    Once didst thou show thyself, yet at that time
    I knew not whether dream or truth appeared.
    But now the scales have fallen from mine eyes,
    Which kept the spirit's light concealed from me:
    I know now that thou really dost exist.
    I will reveal thy nature in my deeds;
    And they shall work salvation through thy power.
    To Benedictus too I owe deep thanks:
    Through wisdom hath he given me the strength
    To turn my spirit's sight unto thy world.

THEODOSIUS:

    Feel me in thy soul-depths, and bear my power
    To all the worlds. Thus, serving Love's behests
    Thou shalt experience true blessedness.

JOHANNES:

    I feel thy presence through its warming light;
    I feel creative power arise in me.

(Theodosius disappears.)

    He hath departed: but he will return
    And give me strength from out the springs of love.
    His light can disappear but for awhile;
    Then, in its own existence, it lives on.
    I can resign myself unto my Self,
    And feel Love's very self in mine own soul:
    By Love uplifted I can feel my Self:
    Love shall through me reveal himself to man.

(He grows uncertain, as is gradually made manifest by his gestures.)

    Yet how shall I experience myself?
    It seems some spirit-being draweth near.
    Since I was counted worthy to receive
    The spirit's sight, I feel it ever thus,
    When evil powers desire to seize on me.
    Yet, come what may, I have strength to resist;
    For I can feel myself within my Self;
    Which quickening words give strength invincible.
    Yet now most strong resistance do I feel:
    Well may it be the fiercest of all foes:
    But let him come, for he will find me armed.

    Thou foe of Good; 'tis surely thine own self!
    For near me I can feel thy potent strength.
    I know thou dost desire to rend in twain
    Whate'er has wrenched itself from thy control.
    But I shall strengthen in me that new strength,
    Wherein thou canst have neither part nor lot.

(Benedictus appears.)

JOHANNES:

    O Benedictus, fount of my new life!
    It is not possible. It cannot be.
    Nay, nay, it cannot be thyself. Thou art
    Some vain illusion. Oh, revive in me
    Ye good powers of my soul, and straightway crush
    This phantom image, that would mock at me!

BENEDICTUS:

    Ask of thy soul now, whether it can feel,
    What through these years my nearness meant to it.
    Through me the fruits of wisdom grew for thee;
    And wisdom only now can lead thee on,
    And fend from error in the spirit's realm.
    So now experience me within thyself.
    Yet wouldst thou go still further, thou must then
    Enter that way, which to my temple leads.
    And if my wisdom is to guide thee still
    To loftier heights, it must flow from that spot
    Where with my brethren close conjoined I work.
    The strength of truth I gave to thee myself;
    And if this kindles power from its own fire
    Within thyself, then shalt thou find the way.

(Exit.)

JOHANNES:

    Oh, he doth leave me. How shall I decide
    Whether I have some phantom form dispelled,
    Or if reality hath left me now?

    Yet do I feel in me my strength renewed.
    'Twas no illusion, but the man himself.
    I will experience thee within myself,
    O Benedictus, for thou gav'st me power,
    Which, growing of itself within myself,
    Taught me to sever error from the truth.
    And yet to vain illusion I succumbed:
    1 felt a shudd'ring fear at thine approach;
    And could consider thee a fantasy,
    When thou didst stand before my very eyes.

(Theodosius appears.)

THEODOSIUS:

    From all illusion thou shalt free thyself,
    When thou dost fill thyself with mine own strength:
    To me could Benedictus lead thy steps,
    But thine own wisdom now must be thy guide.
    If thou dost only live what he hath put
    Within thee, then thou canst not live thyself.
    In freedom strive unto the heights of light;
    And for this striving now receive my strength.

(Exit.)

JOHANNES:

    How glorious these words of thine do sound!
    I must now live them out within myself.
    From all illusion they will set me free,
    If they but fill my nature to the full.

    Work on then further in my soul's deep core,
    Ye words, sublime and grand! Ye surely must
    Proceed from out the temple's shrine alone,
    Since Benedictus' brother uttered you.
    I feel already how ye mount within
    Mine inmost being.

                   Soon shall ye resound
    From out my very Self, that I may read
    Your meaning rightly. Spirit, that doth dwell
    Within me, forth from thy concealment come!
    Now in thine own true nature show thyself!
    I feel thy near approach: thou must appear.

(Lucifer and Ahriman appear.)

LUCIFER:

    O man, know me. O man, feel thou thyself.
    From spirit guidance hast thou freed thyself,
    And into earth's free realms thou hast escaped.
    Midst earth's confusion thou didst seek to prove
    Thine own existence; and to find thyself
    Was thy reward. So now use this reward.
    In spirit-ventures keep thyself secure.
    In the wide realms on high a being strange
    Thou shalt discover, who to human lot
    Will fetter thee, and will oppress thee too.
    A man, feel thou thyself: O man, know me.

AHRIMAN:

    O man, know thou thyself: O man, feel me.
    From spirit darkness hast thou now escaped;
    And thou hast found again the light of earth.
    So now from my sure ground draw strength and truth.
    The solid earth do I make hard and fast:
    Yet canst thou also lose that certainty.
    Weak hesitation can e'en now destroy
    The power of being, and thou canst misuse
    The spirit-strength e'en in the heights of light.
    Thou canst be rent in twain within thyself.
    O man, feel me. O man, know thou thyself.

(Exit with Lucifer.)

JOHANNES:

    What meaneth this? First Lucifer arose
    From me, and Ahriman did follow him.
    Doth now some new illusion haunt my soul,
    Although I prayed so ardently for truth?
    Hath Benedictus' brother roused in me
    Only those powers, which in the souls of men
    Do but create illusion and deceit?

(The following is a spirit voice coming from the heights.)

SPIRIT:

    To founts of world primeval
    Thy surging thoughts do mount.
    What unto illusion urged,
    What in error held thee fast,
    Appeareth to thee now in spirit-light.
    Through whose fulness seeing,
    Mankind doth think in truth;
    Through whose fulness striving,
            Mankind doth live in Love.

Curtain






SCENE 11


The Temple of the Sun. Hidden site of the mysteries of the Hierophants.

Capesius and Strader appear as in Scene 4.

RETARDUS (to Capesius and Strader before him):

    Ye have brought bitter grief to me, my friends.
    The office which I did entrust to you
    Ye have administered with ill success.
    I call you now before my judgment seat.
    To thee, Capesius, I did entrust
    Full measure of the spirit, that ideas
    Of mankind's upward striving might compose,
    With graceful words, the content of thy speech,
    Which should have worked convincingly on man.
    Then thine activity I did direct
    Into those gatherings of men, wherein
    Thou didst Johannes and Maria meet.
    Their tendency towards the spirit-sight
    Thou shouldst have superseded by the power
    Which thy words should have exercised on them.
    Instead of that thou didst thyself give up
    Unto the influence which flows from them.--
    And to thee, Strader, did I show the way
    That leads to scientific certainty.
    Thou hadst by rigid thinking to destroy
    The magic power that comes from spirit-sight.
    But yet thou lackedst feeling's certain touch.
    The power of thought did slip away from thee,
    When opportunity for conquest came.
    My fate is close-entwinéd with your deeds,
    Through you are these two seekers after truth
    Now lost for evermore from my domain;
    For to the brethren I must give their souls.

CAPESIUS:

    Thy trusty messenger I could not be.
    Thou gav'st me power to picture human life;
    And I could well portray whate'er inspired
    The souls of men at this time or at that:
    But yet it was impossible for me
    To gift my words, which painted but the past,
    With power to fill and satisfy men's souls.

STRADER:

    The weakness which must needs befall me too
    Was but a true reflection of thine own.
    Knowledge indeed thou couldst give to me:
    But not the power to still that yearning voice,
    Which strives for truth in every yearning heart.
    Deep in mine inmost soul I none the less
    Felt other powers continually arise.

RETARDUS:

    See now then what result your weakness brings.
    The brethren are approaching with those souls
    In whom they will o'erthrow my power. E'en now
    Johannes and Maria feel their might.

(Enter Benedictus with Lucifer and Ahriman; behind them Johannes
and Maria.)

BENEDICTUS (to Lucifer):

    Johannes' and Maria's souls have now
    No longer room for blind unseeing power:
    To spirit-life they have been lifted up.

LUCIFER:

    Then must I straightway from their souls depart.
    The wisdom unto which they have attained,
    Doth give them power to see me, and my sway
    O'er souls of men doth only last so long
    As I remain invisible to them.
    Yet doth the power continue which hath been
    From the creation of the worlds mine own.
    And though I cannot tempt their souls, yet still
    My power will cause within their spirit-life
    Most beauteous fruits, to ripen and endure.

BENEDICTUS (to Ahriman):

    Johannes' and Maria's souls have now
    Destroyed all error's darkness in themselves;
    And spirit-sight hath been revealed to them.

AHRIMAN:

    I must indeed renounce their spirits then;
    For they will turn henceforth unto the light.
    Yet one thing hath not yet been ta'en from me;
    With sense-appearance to delight their souls.
    And though no longer they will deem it truth,
    Yet will they see how truth it doth reveal.

(Enter the Other Maria.)

THEODOSIUS (to the Other Maria):

    Close intertwinéd was thy destiny
    With thine exalted sister's loftier life:
    The light of love I could impart to her:
    But not the warmth of love, so long as thou
    Didst always let thy noblest impulses
    From dim sensations only rise in thee,
    And didst not strive to see them clear and bold
    In the full light of wisdom's certainty.
    The influence of the Temple does not reach
    Unto the nature of vague impulses,
    E'en though such impulse wills to work for good.

THE OTHER MARIA:

    I needs must recognize that noble thought
    Can only work salvation in the light.
    So to the temple I now wend my way.
    My own emotion shall in future times
    Not rob the light of love of its results.

THEODOSIUS:

    Through this, thine insight, thou dost give me power
    To make Maria's soul-light on the earth
    Run smooth and evenly upon its path:
    For aye aforetime it must lose its might
    In souls, such as thine own was heretofore,
    Which would not unify their light with love.

JOHANNES (to the Other Maria):

    I see in thee the nature of that soul,
    Which also holdeth sway within mine own.
    I was unable to find out the way
    Which led to thine exalted sister's soul
    So long as in my heart the warmth of love
    From love's light ever held itself apart.
    The sacrifice which to the temple's shrine
    Thou bring'st, shall be repeated in my soul.
    Therein the warmth of love shall sacrifice
    Itself unto love's wonder-working light.

MARIA:

    Johannes, in the realm of spirit-life
    Thou hast attained to knowledge through myself.
    To spirit knowledge thou canst only add
    True soul-existence, when thou findest too
    Thine own soul, as thou didst find mine before.

(Enter Philia, Astrid, and Luna.)

PHILIA:

    Then from the whole creation of the worlds
    The joy of souls shall be revealed to thee.

ASTRID:

    From thine whole being then can be outpoured
    The light and radiance of the warmth of souls.

LUNA:

    Then shalt thou dare to live out thine own self,
    When such light can illuminate thy soul.

(Enter Felix and Felicia Balde.)

ROMANUS (to Felix Balde):

    Long hast thou from the temple held thyself.
    Thou only wouldst admit enlightenment,
    When light from thine own soul revealed itself.
    Men of thy nature rob me of the power
    To give my light unto men's souls on earth.
    They wish to draw from darksome depths alone,
    What they should freely offer unto life.

FELIX BALDE:

    Yet 'twas man's own illusion in itself,
    That brought me light from out the darkest depths:
    And let me to the temple find my way.

ROMANUS:

    The fact that thou hast hither found thy way
    Gives me the power to give light to the will
    Of both Johannes and Maria here.
    That it no more may follow forces blind,
    But from world-aims henceforth direct itself.

MARIA:

    Johannes, thou hast seen thine own self now
    In spirit in myself. Thou shalt live out
    Thine own existence as a spirit, when
    The world's light can behold itself in thee.

JOHANNES (to Felix Balde):

    In thee, good brother Felix, do I see
    That soul-power which did hold my will fast bound
    In its own spirit. Thou wouldst find the way
    Unto the temple: with the strength of will
    Within my spirit I would fain point out
    The path unto the temple of the soul.

RETARDUS:

    Johannes' and Maria's souls e'en now
    Escape from my domain: how then shall they
    Discover all that springs forth from my might?
    So long as they did lack within their souls
    The fundaments of learning, they did still
    Find joy and pleasure in my gifts, but now
    I see myself compelled to let them go.

FELICIA:

    That man without thine aid, may fire himself
    To rational thought, that have I shown to thee
    From me a learning streams that dare bear fruit.

JOHANNES:

    This learning shall be wedded to the light,
    Which from this temple's source can fill men's souls.

RETARDUS:

    Capesius, my son, thou art now lost.
    Thou hast withdrawn thyself from my domain
    Before the temple's light can shine for thee.

BENEDICTUS:

    He hath begun the path. He feels the light.
    And he will win the strength to search and know
    In his own soul all that, which up till now
    Good Dame Felicia hath produced for him.

STRADER:

    Then I alone seem lost, for of myself
    I cannot cast all doubts from out my heart;
    And surely I shall never find again
    The way that doth unto the temple lead.

THEODORA:

    From out thine heart a glow of light spreads forth;
    A human image now is born therefrom;
    And I can hear the words, which do proceed
    From this same human form. E'en thus they sound:
    'I have achieved the power to reach the light.'
    My friend, trust thou thyself! These very words,
    When thy time is fulfilled, thyself shalt speak.

Curtain









THE SOUL'S PROBATION


SUMMARY OF THE SCENES


Scene 1: Capesius. His occult exercises and his despair.

Scene 2: Meditation chamber the same as Scenes 3 and 10 of Play
1. Benedictus warns Maria that Johannes must be free. She resolves
to look back upon past incarnations.

Scene 3: Johannes and his painting. Maria resolves not to hinder his
freedom by her love.

Scene 4: As Scene 1. Capesius and Strader.

Scene 5: Capesius at the Balde's cottage. Dame Felicia's
fable. Johannes and his double.

Scene 6: The 14th century. The meadows by the Castle of the Mystic
Knights. Country folk. The Jew. Thomas confesses to the Monk his love
for Keane's daughter.

Scene 7: Same period. The Interior of the Castle. The Grand Master
and Council. The Monk's demand. The apparition of his late Master,
Benedictus.

Scene 8: Same period. Keane has discovered that Thomas and his
sweetheart are the children of the 1st Preceptor and informs the 1st
Preceptor of the fact. The scene closes with a discussion on evolution,
and the inspired warning of the Second Master of Ceremonies.

Scene 9: Same period. The Keanes. Dame Keane's fable. The Country
folk. Thomas and Cecilia.

Scene 10: Scene same as Scene 5. The return to the present
day. Explanation of Scenes 6 to 9.

Scene 11: Meditation chamber as in Scene 2. Maria defeats Ahriman.

Scene 12: The same. Johannes and Lucifer.

Scene 13: The Temple of the Sun. Destiny.






PERSONS, FORMS, AND FEATURES


The spiritual and psychic experiences of the characters appearing in
this "Soul's Probation" are a continuation of the experiences given
in the scenes of "The Portal of Initiation," and the events related
occur several years later.

    Benedictus  }
    Theodosius  }   Hierophants of the Temple of the Sun.
    Romanus     }
    Professor Capesius.
    Philia  }   The spiritual beings who facilitate the connection
    Astrid  }   between the Soul and the Cosmos. They are not
    Luna    }   allegorical, but are realities for the spirit Seer.
    The Other Philia, The spiritual being who hinders the connection
    between the Soul and the Cosmos.
    The Voice of Conscience, not allegorical, but a reality, for the
    spirit Seer.
    Maria.
    Johannes Thomasius.
    Doctor Strader.
    Felix Balde.
    Felicia, his wife.
    The 'Double' of Johannes Thomasius.
    Lucifer.
    Ahriman.

The events of the Sixth to the Ninth Scenes contain the spiritual
vision of Capesius into his former life. Maria and Johannes share
the experiences at the same time; but Strader's former incarnation
is only seen by Capesius, Maria, and Johannes.

These scenes back into the fourteenth century are conceived as
results of imaginative cognition, and in the physical world are only
recognizable by their effect. The way in which a life is repeated
(from occurrences of the fourteenth century into the present day)
should not be taken arbitrarily, but merely as what may happen at any
turning point of time. These conflicts and consequences of a former
life are only possible at such a time.

The Vision of Capesius into the Fourteenth Century

    The Spirit of Benedictus.
    The Grand Master, chief of a branch of mystic brotherhood.
    First Preceptor, of the mystic brotherhood. (A former incarnation
    of Professor Capesius.)
    Second Preceptor, of the mystic brotherhood.
    First Master of the Ceremonies, of the mystic brotherhood.
    Second Master of the Ceremonies, of the mystic brotherhood.
    Simon, the Jew (a former incarnation of Dr. Strader).
    Thomas (a former incarnation of Johannes Thomasius).
    A Monk (a former incarnation of Maria).
    Joseph Keane (a former incarnation of Felix Balde).
    His Wife (a former incarnation of Felicia Balde).
    Bertha, their daughter (a former incarnation of the Other Maria).
    Cecilia, their foster-daughter (a former incarnation of Theodora).
    Six Country Men, and
    Six Country Women.

Note on the Costumes Worn (see also notes to the "Portal of
Initiation"). The knights are in chain armour and dark blue robes of
their order, with a white Maltese cross on their mantle and on their
tunic. The mantle of the Grand Master is crimson; his tunic is white
with a red cross. Their blue caps and the Grand Master's red cap
are flat and triangular. The apparition of Benedictus in Scene 7,
is in pink peach blossom colour. He appears in the background about
nine feet above the stage and remains rigid with his arms extended
in cross fashion the whole time of his appearance in this scene.









THE SOUL'S PROBATION


SCENE 1


The library and study of Capesius. Prevailing colour brown.
Evening. First Capesius, then the Spirit-Forms who are powers
of soul; later Benedictus.

CAPESIUS (reading in a book):

    'By inward gazing on the Beingless,
    And dreaming through the shadowy picture realm
    Of thought, conformably to self-made laws:--
    Thus erring human nature often seeks
    To find the meaning and the goal of life:
    The soul from its own depths would draw replies
    To questions that concern the universe.
    Yet such attempts are vain, illusory
    E'en at the outset, and they lead at last
    To feeble visions which destroy themselves.'

(Speaking as follows.)

    Thus is portrayed in words of import grave
    Through Benedictus' noble spirit-sight,
    The inward life of many human souls.
    Each phrase goes home destructive to my heart--
    Unfolding truly mine own way and life
    Until this day, with cruel vividness.
    And should a god this very hour appear
    Descending on me in a raging storm
    And clad in wrath, yet could his threatening might
    Not torture me with more appalling fears
    Than do the Master's words, as strong as fate.
    Long hath my life been, but its web displays
    Nothing but pictures shadowy and dim
    Which haunt my dreaming soul and fondly strive
    To mirror truths of nature and of mind.
    With this dream-fabric hath my thought essayed
    To solve the riddle of the universe.
    Down many a path my restless soul I turned.
    Yet do I clearly see that I myself,
    Was not the active master of my soul
    When threads of thought along illusion's path
    Spun themselves out to cosmic distances.

    So that which I in my content beheld
    In pictures, left me empty, led to naught.
    Then came across my path Thomasius,
    The youthful painter. He indeed strode on,
    Upheld by truest energies of soul
    To that exalted spiritual way
    Which transforms human life, and makes to rise
    From hidden gulfs of soul the energy
    Which feeds the springs of life within ourselves.
    That which awoke from out his inmost soul
    Abides in every man. And since from him
    I gained this revelation, I do count
    As chief amongst the many sins of life
    To let the spirit's treasure grow corrupt.

    I know henceforth that I must search and seek
    And nevermore allow myself to doubt.
    In days gone by my vanity of thought
    Could have enticed me to the false belief
    That unto knowledge man aspires in vain;
    And only failure and despair belong
    To those who would lay bare the springs of life.

    And were all wisdom to unite in this,
    And were I powerless to reject the claim
    That human destiny demands of man
    That he shall lose his individual self
    And sink into the gulf of nothingness,
    Yet would I make the venture unafraid.
    Such thoughts would be a sacrilege today,
    Since I have learned I cannot win repose
    Until the spirit treasure in my soul
    Hath been unveiléd to the light of day.

    The fruits of work of spirit-entities
    Have been implanted in the human soul,
    And whoso leaves the spirit seed to lie
    Unheeded and decay, he brings to nought
    The work divine committed unto man.
    Thus do I recognize life's highest task;
    Yet when I try to take one single step
    Across the threshold that I dare not shun,
    I feel my strength desert me, which of yore
    Did pride itself on elevated thought,
    And sought the goals of life in time and space.
    Once did I reckon it an easy thing
    To set the brain in action and to grasp
    The nature of reality by thought.
    But now, when I would search the fount of life
    And comprehend it as in truth it is,
    My thought appears as some blunt instrument;
    I have no power, no matter how I strive,
    To form a clear thought-image from the words
    Of Benedictus, though his earnest speech,
    Should now direct me to the spirit's path.

(Resuming his reading.)

    'In silence sound the depths of thine own soul,
    And ever let strong courage be thy guide.
    Thy former ways of thinking cast away
    What time thou dost withdraw into thyself;
    For only when thine own light is put out
    Will spirit-radiance show itself to thee.'

(Resuming his soliloquy.)

    It seems as though I could not draw my breath
    When I attempt to understand these words.
    And ere I feel the thoughts that I must think,
    Fear and misgiving have beset my soul.
    It is borne in on me that everything
    Which hitherto was my environment
    Is crumbling into ruin, and therewith
    I too am crumbling into nothingness.
    An hundred times at least have I perused
    The words which follow, and each several time
    Darkness enfolds me deeper than before.

(Resuming his reading.)

    'Within thy thinking cosmic thought doth live,
    Within thy feeling cosmic forces play,
    Within thy will do cosmic beings work;
    Abandon thou thyself to cosmic thought,
    Experience thyself through cosmic force,
    Create thyself anew from cosmic will.
    End not at last in cosmic distances
    By fantasies of dreamy thought beguiled.
    Do thou begin in farthest spirit-realms
    And end in the recesses of thy soul.
    The plan divine then shalt thou recognize
    When thou hast realized thy Self in thee.'

(Becomes entranced by a vision, then comes to himself and speaks.)

    What was this?

(Three Figures, representing soul-forces, float round him.)

LUNA:

    Abundant power is thine
    For lofty spirit-flight;
    Its sure foundation rests
    Upon the human will.
    Its temper hath been tried
    By sure and certain hope.
    It hath grown strong as steel
    By sight of future times.
    Thou dost but courage lack
    To pour into thy will
    Thy confidence in life.
    Into the vast Unknown
    Dare but to venture forth!

ASTRID:

    From cosmic distances
    And from the sun's glad light,
    From utmost realms of stars
    And magic might of worlds,
    From heaven's ethereal blue
    And spirit's lofty power,
    Win mightiness of soul;
    And send its radiant beams
    Deep down within thine heart;
    That knowledge glowing warm
    May thus be born in thee.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    They are deceiving thee
    This evil sisterhood;
    They seek but to ensnare
    By trickery and guile.
    The gifts so seeming fair
    Which they have offered thee
    Will vanish into air
    When thou wouldst hold them fast
    With all thy human strength.
    They lead thee on to worlds
    Inhabited by gods,
    Where thou wilt be destroyed
    If, once within their realm,
    Thou strivest to o'ercome
    By human strength alone.

CAPESIUS:

    It was quite plain that here some beings spake--
    And yet it is most sure that no one else--
    Beside myself--is present in this place.

    So have I but held converse with myself
    And yet that too seems quite impossible--
    For ne'er could I imagine such discourse
    As here I listened to....

                              Am I still he
    I was before?

(From his gestures it is plain he feels unable to reply 'yes.')

                  Oh! I am--I am not.

THE SPIRIT-VOICE OF CONSCIENCE:

    Thy thoughts do now descend
    To depths of human life
    And what as soul doth compass thee around
    And what as spirit is enchained in thee,
    Is lost in cosmic depth,
    From whose fulness quaffing
    Mankind doth live in thought;
    From whose fulness living
    Mankind illusion weaves.

CAPESIUS:

    Enough.... Enough.... Where is Capesius?
    You I implore ... ye forces all unknown....
    Where is Capesius? Where is ... myself?

(Once more he relapses into a reverie.)

(Enter Benedictus. Capesius does not notice him at first. Benedictus
touches him on the shoulder.)

BENEDICTUS:

    I learned that thou didst wish to speak with me,
    And so I came to seek thee in thy home.

CAPESIUS:

    Right good it is of thee to grant my wish.
    Yet it had scarce been possible that thou
    Shouldst find me in worse case than now I am.
    That I am not this moment on the ground
    Prostrate before thy feet, after such pain
    As even now hath racked my soul, I owe
    To thy kind glance alone which sought mine own,
    So soon as thou didst with thy gentle touch
    Arouse me from the horrors of my dream.

BENEDICTUS:

    I am aware that I have found thee now
    Fighting a battle for thy very life.
    Since I have known full well this long time past
    That thus it was appointed us to meet.
    Prepare to change the sense of many words
    If thou wouldst understand my speech aright
    And do not marvel that thy present pain
    Bears in my language quite another name--
    I call thy state good fortune.

CAPESIUS:

                                   Then indeed
    Thou dost but heap the measure of the woe
    Which casts me into gloom's abysmal depths.
    Just now I felt as if my real self
    Had flown afar to cosmic distances,
    And unfamiliar beings through its sheaths
    Were speaking here. But this I took to be
    Hallucination, spirit mockery,
    And mourned that thus my soul could be deceived:
    This thought alone kept me from breaking down.
    Take not away my right thus to believe,
    The only prop I lean on; tell me not
    My fevered dreaming was good fortune; else
    I shall be lost indeed.

BENEDICTUS:

                            A man can lose
    Nought else but that which keeps him separate
    From cosmic being. When he seems to lose
    That which in dreamy fantasies of thought
    He misapplied to labours purposeless,
    Then let him seek for what has gone from him.
    For he will surely find it, and withal
    The proper use to which it should be put
    In human life. Mere words of comfort now
    Were nothing more than clever play on words.

CAPESIUS:

    Nay--lore that may by simple human wit
    Be comprehended thou dost not impart.
    Bitter experience has shown me this.
    Like deeds which lead one on to lofty heights
    And also cast one to abysmal depths,
    Thy counsels pour a stream of fiery life
    And also deathly chill into men's souls.
    They work at once e'en as the nod of fate
    And also as a storm of living love.
    Much had I sought and thought in earlier days
    Before I met thee; yet the spirit's powers,
    Creative and destructive, I have learned
    Only since I have followed in thy steps.
    The turmoil and confusion of my soul,
    Caused by thy words, was evident when thou
    Didst come within my chamber. Oft I felt
    Much pain whilst reading in thy book of life,
    Until today my cup of woe was full.
    And so my agony of soul o'erflowed,
    Spilled by thy fateful words. Their meaning swept
    O'er all my soul unrecognized, and yet
    Like some elixir they revived my heart.
    In such wise wrought they in the magic worlds
    That all my clarity of sense was lost.
    Then ghostly phantoms made a mock of me,
    And words of import dark I seemed to hear
    Issue from my distraught tormented soul.
    I know that all the secrets thou dost guard
    For human souls may not be written down,
    But that the answer to men's doubts may be
    Revealed to each according to his need.
    So grant me that of which I stand in need;
    For verily I must indeed be told
    What robbed me of my senses and my wits
    And compassed me with magic's airy spells.

BENEDICTUS:

    Another meaning hides within my words
    Than that of the ideas which they convey;
    They guide the natural forces of the soul
    To spirit-verities; their inward sense
    Cannot be understood until the day
    On which they waken vision in the soul
    That yields itself to their compelling power.
    They are not fruitage of mine own research;
    But spirits have entrusted them to me,
    Spirits well skilled to read the signs in which
    The Karma of the world doth stand revealed.
    The special virtue of these words is this,
    Unto the source of knowledge they can guide.
    Yet none the less it must be each man's task,
    Who understands them in their truest sense,
    To drink the spirit-waters from that source.
    Nor are my words designed to hinder thee
    From being swept away to worlds that seem
    To thee fantastic. Thou hast seen a realm
    Which must remain illusion just as long
    As thou dost lose thyself on entering it.
    But wisdom's outer portal will be found
    Unsealed to thine advancing soul so soon
    As thou dost near it with self-consciousness.

CAPESIUS:

    And how can I maintain self-consciousness?

BENEDICTUS:

    The answer to this riddle thou shalt find
    When, with awakened inner eye, thou dost
    Perceive before thee many wondrous things,
    Which shortly will be found to cross thy path.
    Know that a test hath been ordained for thee
    By lords of fate and by the spirit-powers.

(Exit.)

CAPESIUS:

    Although their meaning is not clear to me
    I feel his words at work within myself.
    He hath appointed me a goal; and I
    Am ready to obey. He doth not ask
    For stress of thought; it seems that he desires
    I should press forward with exploring feet
    To find the spirit-verities myself.

    I cannot tell how he was sent to me;
    And yet his actions have compelled my trust;
    He hath restored me to myself once more.
    So though at present I may not divine
    The nature of the spell that shook me so,
    I will not shrink from facing these events
    Which his prophetic vision hath foretold.

Curtain whilst Capesius remains standing






SCENE 2


A meditation chamber. Prevailing colour violet. Serious, but not
gloomy atmosphere.

Benedictus, Maria, then the Spirit-Figures representing soul-powers.

MARIA:

    Great conflicts in my soul bid me invoke
    Wise counsel from my master in this hour.
    Gloomy forebodings rise within my heart.
    And I am powerless to withstand the thoughts
    That overwhelm me ever and again.
    They pierce me to my being's inmost core;
    They seek to lay upon me a command
    Which to obey doth seem like sacrilege.
    Deceitful powers must be obsessing me;
    Oh, I implore thee--lend me aid ... that I
    May exorcise them.

BENEDICTUS:

                       Never shalt thou lack
    What thou dost need of me at any time.

MARIA:

    I know how closely to my soul are knit
    Johannes' life and aims. A stony road
    Of fate brought us together; and God's will
    Hath hallowed in high spirit-realms our bond.
    All this stands out before me e'en as clear
    As only truth itself can be. And yet--
    Horror o'erpowers me that these lips of mine
    Must utterance give to sacrilegious words--
    And yet--deep in my soul I hear a voice
    Which tells me plainly and repeatedly
    Despite my utmost will to fight it down:
    'Thou must give up Johannes, let him go.
    No longer mayst thou keep him at thy side
    If thou wouldst not work evil to his soul.
    Alone he must proceed along the road
    On which he travels to his longed for goal.'
    I know that if thou dost but speak the word
    This lying dream will cease to haunt my soul.

BENEDICTUS:

    Maria, noble grief leads thee astray
    To see the truth yet call it counterfeit.

MARIA:

    What I have seen--is truth.... It cannot be!
    Between my master's utterance and mine ear
    Delusion steals. O speak to me again.

BENEDICTUS:

    What I have spoken, thou hast heard aright:
    Thy love is noble, and Johannes stands
    Close-knit to thee. But love must not forget
    That she is wisdom's sister. Long indeed
    For his salvation hath Johannes been
    With thee united. Now his soul demands,
    For its own progress, freedom to pursue
    Its aims unhindered. Fate doth not decree
    That ye shall be no longer outward friends;
    But this it doth demand with strict decree
    Johannes' freedom in the spirit-realm.

MARIA:

    Still do I hear delusion: so let me
    Alone continue speaking, for I know
    That thou must understand me without fail.
    For sure it is no lying shape will dare
    To change the words unto thine ear addressed.
    My host of doubts were easily dispersed
    If earth-life's tortuous course alone it were
    That knits Johannes' soul unto mine own.
    But to our bond was lofty sanction given
    Which knits soul unto soul eternally.
    And spirit-powers did speak with blessings meet
    The word that bans all doubt for evermore:
    'He hath won truth within th' eternal realms
    Because in worlds of sense his inmost self
    Already was united with thine own.'
    What can this revelation mean to me
    If now its very opposite is true?

BENEDICTUS:

    Thou hast to learn that even one to whom
    There hath been much revealed, may yet be found
    Lacking perfection still in divers ways.
    Tangled the paths that lead to higher truth: ...
    And only those may hope to reach the goal
    Who walk in patience through their labyrinths.
    Thou didst but see one part of what is real
    In that great realm of everlasting light,
    When with thine inner vision thou didst gaze
    Upon a picture of the spirit-land.
    Not yet hast thou seen full reality.
    Johannes' soul is knit unto thine own
    By earthly ties of such complexity
    That it may be allotted unto each
    To find his way into the spirit-realm
    Through forces borrowed from the other one.
    But nothing hitherto hath clearly shown
    That thou hast conquered each and every test.
    To see a picture hath been granted thee
    Of what the future holds for thee in store
    When thou canst pass unscathed the full ordeal.
    That thou hast seen the ultimate reward
    Of unremitting effort is no sign
    That thou hast reached the end of all thy strife.
    Thou hast beheld a picture, which thy will
    Alone can turn unto reality.

MARIA:

    Although thy words just spoken fall on me
    Like bitter pain that follows hours of bliss,
    There is at least one lesson I have learned,
    Which is to bow my head to wisdom's light
    When it doth prove itself through inward force.
    Already something is becoming clear
    Which up till now lay hidden in my heart.
    But when in highest bliss delusion's snare
    Doth wear the mask of truth to human minds,
    Darkness of soul is difficult to ban.
    I need still more than that which thou hast given
    To plumb the depth of meaning in thy words.
    Thou once didst lead myself to those soul-depths
    Wherein a light was then vouchsafed to me
    By which I could behold the lives I spent
    In previous incarnations long ago.
    Thus was it granted me to learn the way
    In which my soul was linked unto my friend's.
    My act of bringing, in those days of old,
    Johannes' soul unto the spirit-fount
    I felt and recognized to be the seed
    Which grew and bore such cherished friendship's fruit,
    As was found ripe for all eternity.

BENEDICTUS:

    Thou wast accounted worthy to retrace
    Thy path on earth in days long since gone by.
    But thou must not forget to look and see
    If thou canst be assured with certainty
    That of thine actions none remain concealed
    When backward thou didst turn thy spirit's eye.

MARIA (after a pause betokening deep reflection):

    How could I be so blinded, so misled?
    The rapture which I felt on looking back
    Over a period of bygone times
    Deluded me to vain forgetfulness
    Of manifold shortcomings. Not till now
    Did I foresee that I must turn my gaze
    Into the darkness ere I comprehend
    The road that leads back from this present life
    To olden days when my friend's soul sought mine.
    To thee, my master, will I make my vow
    Henceforth to bridle my soul's arrogance...!
    Now for the first time do I realize
    How pride of knowledge leads the soul astray;
    So that, instead of its imbibing strength
    From freely offered stores of spirit-wealth,
    It misapplies the gift in wanton use
    And only holds the mirror up to self.
    I know at last from my heart's warning call,
    To which thy words lend added power, how far
    I am today e'en from the nearest goal.
    No more will I be overswift to read
    A meaning into words from spirit-lands.
    I will esteem them power wherewith my soul
    May shape its course--, not as some message sent
    To free me from the need of finding out
    The goal of action in my daily life.
    Had I paid earlier heed unto this truth
    And gone my way in due humility;
    I had not failed to see that only then
    When he decides to tread a path not traced
    By me beforehand, can my friend unfold
    To fullest bloom his richly-gifted soul.
    And now that this is clear I shall not fail
    In finding strength sufficient to fulfil
    What love and duty may require of me.
    Yet do I feel assured this very hour
    More clearly than I ever was before
    That some grave testing of my soul draws nigh.
    For mostly, when men tear from out their hearts
    That of themselves which in another lives,
    Love hath been changed into its opposite.
    Themselves they change the ties that coupled them,
    Yet passion's impulse gives to them the power.
    Whilst I must of mine own free will uproot
    The workings of my soul's life, which I saw
    Accomplishing themselves in my friend's acts;
    And still unchanging must my love abide.

BENEDICTUS:

    If thou wouldst steer thy course direct, thou must
    Become aware of what thou most didst prize
    In this thy love. For once thou knowst the force
    That leads thee all unknown within thy soul,
    Thou wilt find power to do what duty bids.

MARIA:

    By saying this thou giv'st e'en now that aid
    Of which my soul so sorely stands in need.
    I must investigate mine inmost self
    With earnest questioning: and so I ask,
    What potent cause impels me in my love?
    I see my own soul's life and strength at work
    In my friend's nature and activities.
    So that which I desire to satisfy
    Is nothing but the hunger of myself,
    Which I, deluded, call unselfishness.
    Thus it hath been concealed from me till now
    That in my friend I mirror but myself.
    It was the dragon Selfishness who veiled
    The truth from me in wrappings of deceit.
    And selfishness can take an hundred forms:--
    I see it clearly now. And when one thinks
    The enemy subdued, behold him rise
    Out of defeat and stronger than before.
    Moreover 'tis a foe with added skill
    To hide the truth with cloak of counterfeit.

(Maria sinks into deep thought.)

(The three Spirit-Figures of the soul-powers appear.)

MARIA:

    Ye sisters, whom I find in Being's depths
    Whene'er my soul expands and guides herself
    To cosmic distances, release for me
    From out the ether's heights the powers of sight
    And lead them hence to earthly paths, that I
    May know myself as I exist in Time,
    And may be able to direct my course
    From Life's old ways unto new spheres of Will.

PHILIA:

    From my heart's depths will I myself imbue
    With soul's aspiring light; I will breathe deep
    From spirit-forces living powers of Will;
    That thou, beloved sister, mayest seek
    And find the light in bygone spheres of life.

ASTRID:

    With selfhood, conscious of itself, will I
    Weave in the self-surrendering Will of love;
    I will set free from fetters of desire
    The budding powers of Will, and will transform
    Thy crippled wish to spirit-certainty;
    That thou, beloved sister, mayest learn
    To find thyself in distant paths of life.

LUNA:

    I will call self-denying powers of heart;
    And will make firm enduring soul-repose;
    Then shall they wed, and raise up spirit-light
    In all its power from out the depths of soul.
    Then shall they interpenetrate and force
    Earth's bounds to heed the listening spirit-ear,
    Compel earth's distances to answer.
    That thou, beloved sister, mayest find
    Life's varied traces in Time's vast expanse.

MARIA (after a pause):

    If I can only tear myself away
    From my bewildered consciousness of self
    And give myself to you: that thus ye may
    Reflect my very soul from cosmic space;
    Then from this sphere of life I gain release,
    And find myself in other states of being.

(Long pause, then the following:)

    In you, my sisters, I see spirit-forms
    In whom dwell cosmic souls. Ye have the power
    To bring seed-forces from eternal realms
    To fruitage in humanity itself.
    Through my soul's gates oft have I found the way
    Into your kingdom, and have there beheld
    The primal shaping of this earthly globe
    With inner vision. Now your help I crave
    Since I am bidden to retrace the way
    That stretches back far from my present life
    To long past ages of humanity.
    Release my soul from consciousness of self
    In time-enclosed existence, and reveal
    The duties laid on me by former lives.

A SPIRIT-VOICE,--THE SPIRITUAL CONSCIENCE:

    Her thoughts are seeking now
    For clues in Time's vast space.
    What as debt she still doth owe,
    What as duty is imposed,
    Arise from out her inmost depths of soul,
    From whose deepness dreaming
    Mankind doth guide his life,
    In whose deepness straying
    Mankind himself doth lose.

Curtain falls; everybody still standing on the stage






SCENE 3


A room whose prevailing tint is rose-red, cheerful atmosphere.

Johannes at an easel; Maria enters later; finally the Spirit-Figures
representing soul-powers.

JOHANNES:

    Maria, when she saw my picture last,
    Stood silent. Heretofore she ever gave
    Hints to assist the progress of my work
    From her rich store of wisdom manifold.
    Little as I can trust myself to judge
    Whether my art indeed accomplishes
    The task our spirit-current hath imposed,
    Yet is my confidence in her complete.
    And ever through my spirit ring her words
    Which lent me strength and brought me happiness
    When I took courage and began this work.
    'In such a way as this,' she said, 'thou canst
    Attempt this enterprise, and so reveal
    Thy spirit's visions unto earthly eyes.
    Thou wilt not fail to recognize how forms,
    Fashioned like thoughts, shape matter to their will;
    Nor yet how colour, to desire akin,
    Doth fill thy vital energy with warmth.
    In such wise canst thou even represent
    On canvas through thy skill the higher realms.'
    I feel the power that dwells within these words
    And diffidently yield to that belief
    That I am drawing nearer to the goal
    Which Benedictus hath appointed me.
    Full oft I sat discouraged at my work;
    It seemed at one time so presumptuous,
    And at another so impossible
    To represent in colour and in form
    The visions that are granted to my soul.
    How can the ceaseless web of spirit-life,
    Which is revealed to inner sight alone
    And is so far withdrawn from outward sense,
    Be manifest in matter which is drawn,
    As drawn it must be, from the realm of sense?
    This question have I asked myself full oft.
    Yet when I banish personality,
    And follow spirit-teaching faithfully,
    And feel myself caught up in blessedness
    Unto creative forces of the worlds,
    At once belief awakens in an art
    As true and mystic as our spirit-quest.
    I learned to live with light, and recognize
    In colour's power the action of that light,
    As faithful students of true mystic lore
    See in realms reft of colour and of form
    The spirit's deeds and soul's reality.
    Relying on this spirit-light, I won
    This power to feel in flowing sea of light,
    And live within the stream of glowing tints;
    And sense those spirit-forces which maintain
    Their might in non-material webs of light,
    And radiant colours filled with spirit-life.

(Enter Maria, unobserved by Johannes.)

    And when my courage faileth me, once more
    Of thee, my friend most noble, do I think.
    At thy soul's fire my love of work is warmed;
    Thy spirit-light awakes my faith anew.

(He sees Maria.)

    Oh, thou art here.... Impatiently I craved
    Thy coming, yet I marked not thine approach!

MARIA:

    I must rejoice to find my friend so wrapt
    In work as to forget his friend herself.

JOHANNES:

    Nay, speak not thus, since thou dost know full well
    That I cannot create one single thought
    Which hath not first been hallowed by thine aid.
    No work of mine owes not its life to thee.
    Through thy love's fire have I been purified;
    Through thee my art hath learned to represent
    The beauty of the truths revealed to thee,
    Which warm my heart, illuminate my sense,
    And clothe in radiant light the spirit-world.
    The current of my work must take its rise
    From thy soul's spring and flow thence into mine,
    Ere I can feel the wings that lift me up
    To lofty heights of spirit, far from earth.
    I love the life that quickens in thy soul,
    And, loving it, can give it form and hue.
    Love only can beget artistic power
    And make an artist's work bear fruit and live.
    If I, as artist, am to carry back
    Pictures of spirit to the world of sense,
    Then cosmic spirit must speak forth through me,
    My personality be but its tool.
    I must first burst the bonds of selfishness
    Ere I can know that I shall not mistake
    For spirit-worlds my own vain fantasies.

MARIA:

    And if thou hadst to seek through thine own sight
    And not through mine the true source of thy work,
    It might well be that, coming from one soul
    Thy dream of beauty might be unified.

JOHANNES:

    I should be spinning webs of idle thought
    In speculating which I should prefer:
    Whether to incarnate thy spirit-sight,
    Or in myself to seek my vision's source.--
    I am convinced I could not find it thus.

    I can withdraw to deep retreats of soul
    And find delight in wide-flung spirit-worlds:
    I can be lost to all the world of sense
    And follow colour-wonders with mine eye
    And watch creative energies at work,
    If I am left with mine own soul alone.
    Whate'er may thus befall me I am not
    Thereby impelled to my creative art.
    But if I follow thee to cosmic heights,
    And in warm rapture live again what thou
    Already hast in spirit there beheld,
    Then in my spirit-sight I feel a fire
    Which burns on in me also, and whose flames
    Kindle the powers that drive me to my work.

    If my desire were simply to relate
    That which I can find out in higher worlds,
    Then with my soul I well might upward soar
    To spheres where spirit unto spirit speaks.
    But as an artist I must find that fire
    Which lights the picture and inflames the heart.
    And my soul cannot to my picture give
    The magic warmth that streams through human hearts,
    Till it can quench its thirst with spirit-truths
    Revealed from out the depths of thine own heart.

    How primal force by longing is condensed,
    How powers creative blaze with spirit-light,
    And, sensing even then their need of man,
    Display themselves as gods in earliest times,
    All this, my friend, thy soul in noble speech
    Hath often led me on to learn unseen.
    In hues ethereal of the spirit-world
    I sought to densify what hid from sight;
    And felt how colours longed to see themselves
    Mirrored as spirit in the souls of men.
    So doth my friend's soul speak as if 'twere mine
    Out of my pictures to the human heart.

MARIA:

    Bethink, Johannes, how the One Soul must--
    A personality apart from all--
    Evolve from out the womb of time.
    Love serves to knit together separate souls
    Not kill their individuality.
    The moment is upon us, when we twain
    Must test our souls, and find the spirit-path
    That each must follow for its separate good.

(Exit.)

JOHANNES:

    What meant my friend? Her words did sound so strange.
    Maria, I must follow thee forthwith.

(The three Spirit-Figures of the soul-powers appear with the Other
Philia.)

LUNA:

    Thou canst not find thyself
    Portrayed in other souls.
    The power of thine own self
    Must root in cosmic soil,
    If from the spirit-heights
    Thou wouldst indeed transplant
    Their beauty to earth's depths.
    Be bold to be thyself,
    That thou, strong souled, mayst give
    Thyself to cosmic powers--a willing sacrifice.

ASTRID:

    In all thy ways on earth
    Thou must not lose thyself;
    Mankind doth not attain
    To sun-kissed distances
    If he would rob himself of personality.
    So then prepare thyself,
    Press on through earthly love
    To utmost depths of heart
    Which ripen cosmic love.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    O heed the sisters not;
    They lead thee far astray
    To cosmic distances,
    And rob thee of earth's touch.
    They do not understand
    That earthly love bears trace
    Of cosmic love itself.
    In cold their natures dwell
    And warmth flies from their powers.
    They fain would lure mankind
    From out his own soul depths
    To cold and lofty worlds.

Curtain: Johannes, Philia, Astrid, Luna, and the Other Philia still
standing






SCENE 4


The same room as in Scene 1. Capesius and Strader.

CAPESIUS (to Strader who is entering):

    A hearty welcome to the friend whose tongue
    With many a disputatious argument
    Stoutly withstood me! 'Tis long time since
    Thou crossed this threshold. Yet in earlier days
    Thou wast my constant welcome visitor.

STRADER:

    Alas I have not had the time to spare;
    My life hath undergone a curious change.
    No longer do I plague my weary brain
    With hopeless problems. Now I dedicate
    The knowledge I have won to honest work,
    Such as may serve some useful end in life.

CAPESIUS:

    Thou meanest that thou hast given up thy quest?

STRADER:

    Say rather, that it hath abandoned me.

CAPESIUS:

    And what may be thy present labours' goal?

STRADER:

    There are no goals in life ordained for man
    Which he may see and clearly understand.
    It is a mighty engine by whose wheels
    We are caught up and wearied, and cast out
    Into the darkness when our strength is spent.

CAPESIUS:

    I knew thee in the days when eagerly
    And undismayed thou didst set out to solve
    The riddle of existence. I have learned
    How thou didst see thy treasured knowledge sink
    Into the bottomless abyss, and how
    Thy soul, profoundly shaken, had to drain
    The bitter cup of disappointed dreams.
    But never for one moment did I think
    That thou couldst drive the impulse from thy heart
    Which had become so fully master there.

STRADER:

    Thou hast but to recall a certain day
    On which a seeress by her truthful speech
    Made clear to me the error of my ways.
    I had no choice but to acknowledge then
    That thought, however hard it toil and strive,
    Can never reach the fountain-head of life.
    For thought cannot do otherwise than err
    If it be so that highest wisdom's light
    Can be revealed to that dark power of soul
    Of which that woman showed herself possessed.
    The rules of science cannot ever lead
    To such a revelation; that is plain.

    Had this been all, and had I only met
    This one defeat whilst following my quest,
    I do believe I could have brought myself
    To start afresh by striving to unite
    My methods with those other different ones.
    But when it further was made evident
    That some peculiar spirit-faculty,
    A mere hallucination as I deemed,
    Could transform trance into creative power,
    Hope disappeared, and left me in despair.

    Dost thou recall the painter, that young man
    We both encountered whilst he was engrossed
    Following the dubious course of spirit-ways?
    After such buffetings from fate I lived
    For many weeks benumbed, to madness nigh.
    And when by nature's aid I was at last
    Restored to sense, I made a firm resolve
    To meddle with such seeking never more.
    Long, long it was before I had regained
    My body's health; and 'twas a joyless time.
    I made myself proficient in those things
    That lead to business and to normal life.
    So now I am a factory manager,
    Where screws are made. This is the work I thank
    For many hours in which I can forget
    My bitter sufferings in a futile quest.

CAPESIUS:

    I must confess I scarce can recognize
    My friend of former days; so different
    Is now the guise in which he shows himself.
    Beside those hours of which thou spak'st just now
    Were there not others full of storm and stress,
    In which the ancient conflicts were renewed
    That urged thee forth from this benumbing life?

STRADER:

    I am not spared those hours in mine own soul
    When impotence 'gainst impotence doth strive.
    And fate hath not so willed it in my case
    That rosy beams of hope should force their way
    Into my heart, and leave assurance there
    That this my present life is not an utter loss.
    Renunciation is henceforth my goal.
    Yet may the force which such a task requires
    Endow me later on with faculty
    To follow up my quest in other ways.

(Aside.)

    If this terrestrial life repeats itself.

CAPESIUS:

    Thou spak'st,--if I indeed have heard aright,--
    Of repetition of thy life on earth.
    Then hast thou really won this fateful truth,
    Found it on spirit-journeys, which today
    Thou none the less condemnst as dubious?

STRADER:

    This is the way once travelled by thyself
    To that conviction which hath given me strength
    To make a new beginning of my life.
    I sought upon my sick-bed once for all
    In comprehensive survey to embrace
    The field of knowledge traversed by myself.
    And this I did, ere seeking other aims.
    I must have asked myself an hundred times
    What we can learn from nature, and infer
    From what we know at present of her laws.
    I could not find a loophole for escape.
    The repetition of our earthly life
    Cannot and must not be denied by thought
    That doth not wish to tear itself away
    From all research hath found for ages past.

CAPESIUS:

    Could I have had one such experience
    Then should I have been spared much bitter pain.
    I sought through many a weary wakeful night
    For liberating thoughts to set me free.

STRADER:

    And yet it was this spirit lightning-flash
    Which robbed me of my last remaining powers.
    The strongest impulse of my soul hath been
    Ever to seek for evidence in life
    Of what my thought hath forced on me as truth.
    So it befell, as if by chance, that I
    E'en in those days of misery should prove,
    And by my own life testify the truth,
    That cruel truth with all that it involves:
    Which is, that all our sorrows and our joys
    Are but results of what we really are.
    Aye! this is often very hard to bear.

CAPESIUS:

    Incredible seems such experience.
    What can there be to overshadow truth,
    For which we search unwearying, and which
    Unto our spirit firm assurance gives.

STRADER:

    For thee it may be so, but not for me.
    Thou art acquainted with my curious life.
    By chance it seemed my parents' plans were crossed.
    Their purpose was to make a monk of me;
    And naught so hurt them, they have often said,
    In all their life as my apostasy.
    I bore all this, yea and much more besides;
    Just as one bears the other things in life
    So long as birth and death appear the bounds
    Appointed for our earthly pilgrimage.
    So too my later life and all the hopes
    That came to naught, to me a picture seemed
    That only by itself could be explained.
    Would that the day had never dawned, on which
    I altered those convictions that I held,
    For--bear in mind--I have not yet confessed
    The total burden laid on me by fate.
    No child was I of those who would have made
    A monk of me, but an adopted son
    Chosen by them when but a few days old.
    My own real parents I have never known,
    But was a stranger in my very home.
    Nor less estranged have I remained from all
    That happened round me in my later life.
    And now my thought compels me to look back
    Unto those days of long ago, and see
    How from myself I stole the world away.
    For thought is linked with thought to make a chain:
    A man to whom it hath been thus ordained
    To be a stranger in the world, before
    His consciousness had ever dawned in him,
    This man hath willed this fate upon himself
    Ere he could will as consequence of thought.
    And since I stay that which I was at first
    I know without the shadow of a doubt
    That all unknowing I am in the power
    Of forces that control my destiny
    And that will not reveal themselves to me.
    Do I need more to give me cruel proof
    How many veils enshroud mine inmost self?
    Without false thirst for knowledge, judge this now;
    Hath my new truth revealed the light to me?
    It hath, at any rate, brought certainty
    That I in mine uncertainty must stay.
    Thus it portrays to me my destiny
    And like in its own way, is my reply,
    Half anguish and half bitter mockery.
    A fearful sense of horror on me grew.
    Tortured by scorn I must confront my life;
    And scoffing at the mockery of fate
    I yielded to the darkness. Yet there stayed
    One single thought which I could realize:
    Do with me what thou wilt, thou life-machine;
    I am not curious how thy cog-wheels work!

CAPESIUS:

    The man whom I have recognized in thee
    In such condition cannot long remain,
    Bereft of Knowledge, even if he would.
    Already I can see the days approach
    When we shall both be other than we are.

The curtain falls, leaving them standing opposite one another






SCENE 5


A mountain glade, in which is situated Felix Balde's solitary
cottage. Evening. Dame Felicia Balde, Capesius, then Felix Balde;
later on Johannes and his Double; afterwards Lucifer and Ahriman. Dame
Felicia is seated on a bench in front of her cottage.

CAPESIUS (arriving, approaches her):

    I know an old friend will not ask in vain
    For leave to stay and rest awhile with thee;
    Since now, e'en more than any former time,
    He needs what in thine house so oft he found.

FELICIA:

    When thou wast still far off thy wearied step
    Told me the tale which now thine eyes repeat;
    That sorrow dwelleth in thy soul today.

CAPESIUS (who has seated himself):

    Even aforetime 'twas not granted me
    To bring much merriment into thy home;
    But special patience must I crave today
    When, heavy-hearted and of peace bereft,
    I force my way unto the home of peace.

FELICIA:

    We were right glad to see thee in the days
    When scarce another man came near this house.
    And thou art still our friend, despite events
    That came between us, e'en though many now
    Are glad to seek us in this lonely glade.

CAPESIUS:

    The tale is true then which hath reached mine ears,
    That thy dear Felix, so reserved of yore,
    Is nowadays a man much visited?

FELICIA:

    'Tis so; good Felix used to shut us off
    From everyone--; but now the people throng
    To question him, and he must answer them.
    His duty bids him lead this novel life.
    In former days he cared not to impart,
    Save to his inner self, the secret lore
    Concerning spirit-deeds and nature's powers
    By rock and forest unto him revealed.
    Nor did men seem to value it before.
    How great a change hath now come o'er the times!
    For many men now lend a willing ear
    To what they counted folly in the past,
    Greedy for wisdom, Felix can reveal.
    And when my dear good husband has to talk

(Felix Balde comes out of the house.)

    Hour upon hour on end, as oft he doth,
    I long for those old days of which I spake.
    How oft would Felix earnestly declare
    That in the quiet heart enshrined, the soul
    Must learn to treasure up the spirit-gifts
    From worlds divine in mercy sent to her.
    He held it treachery to that high speech
    Of spirit, to reveal it to an ear
    That was but open to the world of sense.

FELIX:

    Felicia cannot reconcile herself
    To this much altered fashion of our life.
    As she regrets the loneliness of old,
    So she deplores the many days that pass
    In which we have but few hours for ourselves.

CAPESIUS:

    What made thee welcome strangers to a house
    That shut them out so sternly heretofore?

FELIX:

    The spirit-voice which speaks within my heart
    Bade me of yore be silent; I obeyed.
    Now that it bids me speak I show myself
    Equally faithful unto its command.
    Our human nature undergoes a change
    As earth's existence gradually evolves.
    Now are we very near an epoch's close.
    And spirit-knowledge therefore must in part
    Be now revealéd unto every man
    Who chooseth to receive it to himself.
    I know how little what I have to tell
    Is in agreement with man's current thought;
    The spirit-life, they say, must be made known,
    In strict and logical thought sequences,
    And men deny all logic to my words.
    True science on a firm foundation based,
    Cannot, they say, regard me otherwise,
    Than as a visionary soul who seeks
    A solitary road to wisdom's seat,
    And knows no more of science than of art.
    Yet not a few declare it worth their while
    The tangle of my language to explore
    Because therein from time to time is found
    Something of worth, to reason not opposed.
    I am a man into whose heart must flow,
    Untouched by art, each vision he may see.
    Nought know I of a knowledge lacking words.
    When I retreat within mine inmost heart
    And also when I list to nature's voice
    Then such a knowledge wakes to life in me
    As hath no need to seek for any words;
    Speech is to it as intimately linked
    As is his body's sheath to man on earth;
    And knowledge such as this, which in this wise
    Reveals itself to us from spirit-worlds,
    Can be of service even unto those
    Who understand it not. And so it is
    That every man is free to come to me
    Who will attend to what I have to say.
    Many are led by curiosity
    And other trivial reasons to my door.
    I know that this is so, but also know
    That though the souls of just such men as these
    Are not this moment living for the light,
    Yet in them have been planted seeds of good
    Which will not fail to ripen in due time.

CAPESIUS:

    Let me, I pray thee, freely speak my mind.
    I have admired thee now these many years;
    Yet up till now I have not grasped the sense
    Which underlies thy strange mysterious words.

FELIX:

    It surely will unfold itself to thee;
    For with a lofty spirit dost thou strive
    And noble heart, and so the time must come
    When thou thyself shalt hear the voice of truth.
    Thou dost not mark how full of rich content
    Man, as the image of the cosmos, is.
    His head doth mirror heaven's very self,
    The spirits of the spheres work through his limbs,
    And in his breast earth-beings hold their sway.
    To all of these opposed, in all their might
    Appear the demons, natives of the Moon,
    Whose lot it is to cross those beings' aims.
    The human being who before us stands,
    The soul through which we learn to feel desire,
    The spirit who illuminates our path:
    All these, full many gods have worked to mould
    Throughout the ages of eternity;
    And this their purpose was: to join in one,
    Forces proceeding out of all the worlds
    Which should, in combination, make mankind.

CAPESIUS:

    Thy words come near to causing me alarm,
    For they regard mankind as nothing else
    Than product of divine activities.

FELIX:

    And so a man who sets himself to learn
    True spirit science must be meek indeed.
    And he who, arrogant and vain, desires
    To gain nought else than knowledge of himself;
    For him the gates of wisdom open not.

CAPESIUS:

    Once more, no doubt, will Dame Felicia
    Come to mine aid, as she so oft hath done,
    And make a picture for my seeking soul,
    Which, being warmed thereat, may rightly grasp
    The real true meaning in thy words contained.

FELICIA:

    Dear Felix oft hath told me in the past
    The very words which now he spake to thee.
    They freed a vision in mine heart, which I
    Did promise, then and there, I must relate
    Some day to thee.

CAPESIUS:

                      Oh do so, dearest dame;
    I sorely crave refreshment, such as thou,
    Out of thy picture-storehouse canst provide.

FELICIA:

    So be it then. There once did live a boy,
    The only child of needy forest-folk,
    Who grew up in the woodland solitudes;
    Few souls he knew beside his parents twain.
    His build was slender, and his skin well-nigh
    Transparent; marvels of the spirit hid
    Deep in his eye; long could one gaze therein.
    And though few human beings ever came
    Into the circle of his daily life,
    The lad was well befriended none the less.
    When golden sunshine bathed the neighbouring hills,
    With thoughtful eyes he drew the spirit-gold
    Into his soul, until his heart became
    Kin to the morning glory of the sun.
    But when the morning sunshine could not break
    Through dense dark banks of cloud, and heaviness
    Lay on the hills around, his eye grew sad,
    And sorrow took possession of his heart.
    Thus his attention only centred on
    The spirit-fabric of his narrow world,
    A world that seemed as much a part of him
    As did his limbs and body. Woodlands all
    And trees and flowers he felt to be his friends;
    From crown and calyx and from tops of trees,
    The spirit beings spake full oft to him,
    And all their whisperings were lucid speech.
    Marvels and wonders of the hidden worlds
    Disclosed themselves unto the boy when he
    Held converse in his soul with many things
    By men deemed lifeless. Evening often fell,
    And still the boy would be away from home,
    And cause his loving parents much distress.
    At such times he was at a place near by
    In which a spring rose gushing from the rocks,
    To fall in misty spray upon the stones.
    When silver moonbeams would reflect themselves,
    A miracle of colour and of light,
    Full in the rush of hasting waterdrops,
    The boy could spend beside the rock-born spring
    Hour after hour, till spirit-shapes appeared
    Before the vision of the youthful seer
    Where moonbeams shivered on the falling drops.
    They grew to be three forms in woman's shape,
    Who spoke to him about those things in which
    His yearning soul made known its interest.
    And when upon a gentle summer night
    The lad was once more sitting by the spring,
    A myriad particles one woman took
    From out the coloured web of waterdrops
    And to the second woman handed them.
    She fashioned from the watery particles
    A gleaming chalice with a silver sheen
    And handed it in turn unto the third.
    She filled the vessel with the silver rays
    Of moonlight and then gave it to the boy,
    Who had beheld all this with inner sight.
    During the night which followed this event
    He dreamed a dream in which he saw himself
    Robbed of this chalice by some dragon wild.
    After this night had passed, the boy beheld
    But three times more the marvel of the stream.
    Then the three women stayed away from him
    Although he sat and mused beside the spring
    That gushed beneath the moonlight from the rock.
    And when three times three hundred sixty weeks
    Had passed, the boy had long become a man,
    And left home, parents, and his woodland nook
    To live in some strange city. There one eve
    He sat and thought, tired with the day's hard toil,
    Musing on what life held in store for him,
    When suddenly he felt himself caught up
    And set again beside that rock-bound spring;
    The women three, he there beheld once more,
    And this time clearly he could hear them speak.
    These were the words the first one spake to him:
    'Think of me always whensoe'er thou art
    O'ercome by loneliness, for I am she
    Who lures the inner vision of mankind
    To starry realms and heavenly distances.
    And whosoever wills to feel my sway
    To him I give a draught of life and hope
    Out of the magic goblet which I hold.'
    The second also spake these words to him:
    'Forget me not at times when thou art nigh
    To losing courage on life's battlefield.
    I lead men's yearning hearts to depths of soul
    And also up to lofty spirit-heights.
    And whosoever seeks his powers from me,
    For him I forge unwavering faith in life
    Shaped by the magic hammer which I wield.'
    The third one gave her message in these words:
    'Lift up thy spirit's eye to gaze on me
    When by life's riddles thou art overwhelmed.
    'Tis I who spin the threads of thought that lead
    Through labyrinths of life and depths of soul.
    And whosoever puts his trust in me
    For him I weave the rays of living love
    Upon this magic loom at which I sit.'
    Thus it befell the man, and in the night
    That followed on his vision he did dream,
    How that a dragon wild in circles crept
    Round him, but was not able to draw near.
    He was protected from that dragon's claws
    By those same beings whom he saw of old
    Seated beside the spring among the rocks,
    Who had gone with him, when he left his home,
    To guard him in his strange environment.

CAPESIUS:

    Accept my thanks, dear dame, before I go,
    For this rich treasure thou hast given me.

(Stands up and departs; Felix and Dame Felicia go into the house.)

CAPESIUS (alone and at some distance):

    I feel the health that such a picture brings
    Into my soul, and how to all my thoughts
    It can restore the forces they had lost.
    Simple the tale unfolded by the dame,
    And yet it rouseth powers of thought in me
    That carry me away to worlds unknown....
    Therefore will I in this fair solitude
    Myself to dreams abandon, which so oft
    Have sought to usher thoughts into my soul,
    Thoughts which have proved themselves of higher worth
    Than many a fruit of weeks of close research.

(He disappears behind some thick bushes. Enter Johannes, sunk in
deep thought.)

JOHANNES TO HIMSELF:

    Was this some dream, or was it truth indeed?
    I cannot bear the words my friend just spake
    In calm serenity and yet so firm
    About our separation which must come.
    Would I might think it was but worldly sense,
    That sets itself against the spirit's trend,
    And, like a mirage, stands between us twain.
    I cannot, and I will not let the words
    Of warning which Maria spake to me
    Thus quench the sounding voice of mine own soul
    Which says 'I love her,' says it night and day.
    Out of the fountain of my love alone
    Springs that activity for which I crave.
    What value hath my impulse to create
    Or yet my outlook on high spirit-aims
    If they would rob me of that very light
    Which can alone irradiate myself?
    In this illumination must I live,
    And if it is to be withdrawn from me
    Then shall my choice be death for evermore.
    I feel my forces fail me at this hour
    As soon as I would set myself to think;
    It must be that I wander o'er a path
    Whereon her light sheds not its radiant beam.

    A mist begins to form before mine eyes
    Which shrouds the marvels o'er, which used to make
    These woods, these cliffs a glory to mine eyes,--
    A fearful dream mounts from abysmal depths--
    Which shakes me through and through with fear and dread--

    O get thee gone from me;--I yearn to be
    Alone to dream my individual dreams;
    In them at least I still can fight and strive
    To win back that which now seems lost to me.

    He will not go;--then will I fly from him.

(He feels as if he were rooted to the ground.)

    What are the bonds that hold me prisoner
    And chain me, as with fetters, to this place?

(The Double of Johannes Thomasius appears.)

    Ah!--whosoe'er thou art; if human blood
    Doth course within thy veins, or if thou art
    Some spirit only--leave me and depart.
    Who is it?--Here some demon brings to me
    My own self's likeness,--he will not depart;--
    It is the picture of my very self
    And seems to be more powerful than that self.--

DOUBLE:

    Maria, I do love thee;--beating heart
    And fevered blood are mine when at thy side.
    And when thine eye meets mine, my pulse doth thrill
    With passion's tremor: when thy dearest hand
    Doth nestle in mine own, my body swoons
    With rapture and delight.

JOHANNES:

                          Thou phantom ghost,
    Of mist and fog compact, how dost thou dare
    To utter blasphemy and so malign
    The purest feelings of my heart. How great
    A load of guilt must I have laid on me,
    That I must be compelled to look upon
    Such lust--befouled distortion of that love
    That is to me so holy.

DOUBLE:

                           I have lent
    Full oft unto thy words a listening ear.
    I seemed to draw them up into my soul
    As 'twere some message from the spirit-world.
    But more than any scene thy words disclosed
    I loved to have thy body close to mine.
    And when thou spakst of soul-paths I was filled
    With rapture that went leaping through my veins.

(The voice of conscience speaks.)

CONSCIENCE:

    This is the unconfessed
    But not yet dispossessed
    Apparently repressed
    Still by the blood possessed
    The hidden lure
    Of sexual power.

DOUBLE (with a slightly different voice):

    I have no power to go away from thee;
    Oft wilt thou find me standing by thy side;
    I leave thee not till thou hast found the power
    Which makes of me the very counterpart
    Of that pure being which thou shalt become.
    As yet thou hast not reached that high estate.
    In the illusion of thy personal self
    Thou thinkst mistakenly that thou art he.

(Enter Lucifer and Ahriman.)

LUCIFER:

    O man, o'ercome thyself.
    O man, deliver me.
    Thou hast defeated me
    In thy soul's highest realm;
    But I am bound to thee
    In thine own being's depth.
    Me shalt thou ever find
    Across thy path in life
    If thou wouldst strive to shield
    All of thyself from me.
    O man, o'ercome thyself,
    O man, deliver me.

AHRIMAN:

    O man, be bold and dare.
    O man, experience me.
    Thou hast availed to win
    To spirit seership here,
    But I must spoil for thee
    The longing of thy heart.
    Still must thou suffer oft
    Deep agony of soul,
    If thou dost not consent
    To make use of my powers.
    O man be bold and dare.
    O man, experience me.

(Lucifer and Ahriman vanish; the Double also. Johannes walks, deep
in thought, into the dark recesses of the forest. Capesius appears
again. He has, from his post behind the bushes, watched the scene
between Johannes and the Double as if it were a vision.)

CAPESIUS:

    What have I seen and heard! It lay on me
    Just like some nightmare. Came Thomasius
    Walking like one who is absorbed in thought;
    Then he stood still; it seemed as if he talked
    With someone, and yet no one else was there.
    I felt o'ercome as by some deadly fear;
    And saw no more of what went on around.
    As if I were asleep, and unaware,
    I must have sunk into yon picture-world
    Which I can now so clearly call to mind.
    It can indeed have been but little time
    I sat and dreamed, unconscious of myself;
    And yet, how rich was yonder world of dreams,
    What strange impressions doth it make on me.
    Persons were there who lived in bygone days,
    I plainly saw them move and heard them speak.
    I dreamed about a spirit-brotherhood
    Which strove with steadfast purpose to attain
    Unto the heights which crown humanity.
    Among them I could clearly see myself,
    And all that happened was familiar too.
    A dream ..., yet most unnerving was that dream.
    I know that in this life I certainly
    Can ne'er have learned to know the like of it.
    And each impression that it leaves behind
    Reacts like very life upon my soul.
    Those pictures draw me with resistless power...;
    O if I could but dream that dream again.

Curtain, whilst Capesius remains standing

The following four scenes represent events taking place during the
first third of the XIVth century.

Their contents will show what Capesius, Thomasius, and Maria saw on
looking back at their last incarnation.






SCENE 6


A woodland meadow. In the background, high cliffs on which stands
a castle. Summer evening. Countryfolk; Simon, the Jew; Thomas,
the Master miner; the Monk. Countryfolk walking across the meadow,
and stopping to talk.

FIRST COUNTRYMAN:

    See yon vile Jew; he surely will not dare
    To take the same road that we take ourselves;
    For things might very well come to his ears
    On hearing which they'd burn for many a day.

SECOND COUNTRYMAN:

    We must make clear to his effrontery,
    Aye, very clear indeed, that we no more
    Will tolerate his race in our good land
    Across whose bounds he hath contrived to slink.

FIRST COUNTRYWOMAN:

    He is protected by the noble knights
    Who live up in yon castle; none of us
    May enter it; the Jew is welcome there.
    For he doth do whate'er the knights desire.

THIRD COUNTRYMAN:

    'Tis very hard to know who serves the Lord
    And who the devil. Thankful should we be
    To our good lords who give us food and work.
    What should we be if it were not for them?

SECOND COUNTRYWOMAN:

    The Jew shall have my praise; his remedies
    Have cured me of the evil sickness that I had.
    Besides, he was so good and kind to me.
    And many more can tell the selfsame tale.

THIRD COUNTRYWOMAN:

    Yet did a monk let slip the truth to me,--
    The devil's remedies the Jew employs.
    Beware his drugs; transformed within the blood
    They grant an entrance to all kinds of sin.

FOURTH COUNTRYMAN:

    The men who wait upon the knights oppose
    Our ancient customs, saying that the Jew
    Hath stores of knowledge both to heal and bless
    Which will in days to come be rightly prized.

FIFTH COUNTRYMAN:

    New times and better are in store; I see
    Their coming in my spirit, when my soul
    Pictures to me what eyes cannot behold.
    The knights intend to bring all this about.

FOURTH COUNTRYWOMAN:

    We owe the Church obedience, for she guards
    Our souls from devil-visions, and from death,
    And from hell-fire. The monks bid us beware
    The knights, and their vile sorcerer, the Jew.

FIFTH COUNTRYWOMAN:

    Only a short time longer need we bear
    In patience the oppression of the knights.
    Soon will their citadel in ruins lie.
    Thus hath it been foretold me in a dream.

SIXTH COUNTRYWOMAN:

    I fear such tales betoken mortal sin--
    That noble knights do plot to bring us harm--
    Nought do I see but good come from their hands;
    I needs must count them Christians, as ourselves.

SIXTH COUNTRYMAN:

    What men shall think of them in days to come
    'Twere best to leave to be adjudged by those
    Who shall live after us. Mere tools are we,
    Used by the knights in their satanic arts
    To war against true Christianity.
    If they be driven out we shall be freed
    From their pernicious sway, and live our lives
    As we shall choose, in this our native land.
    Now let us go to vespers, there to find
    That which our souls require, and that which is
    In harmony with our ancestral ways.
    These novel teachings suit us not at all.

(Exeunt the countryfolk.)

(Simon, the Jew, enters from the wood.)

SIMON:

    Where'er I go, I find awaiting me
    The ancient hatred and the bitter taunts.
    And yet I suffer not a whit the less
    Each time I find myself exposed to them.
    There seems to be no reasonable cause
    Why people should behave toward me thus.
    And yet one thought pursues me evermore
    Which makes the truth apparent to my soul,
    That nothing can befall us without cause.
    So too a reason there must be for this,
    That suffering is the lot of all my tribe.
    So with the lords of yonder citadel,
    I find their lot is near akin to mine.
    They have but chosen of their own free will
    That which by nature is imposed on me.
    They set themselves apart from all mankind,
    And strive in isolation to acquire
    The powers through which they may attain their goal.
    Thus can I feel the debt I owe to fate
    And find her blessing in my loneliness.
    Forced to rely on my own soul alone
    I took the realms of science for my field.
    And recognized from what I learned therein
    That ripe for new attainments was our time.
    The laws of nature, hitherto unknown,
    Must now reveal themselves unto mankind
    And make him master of the world of sense
    Whence he will be allowed to liberate
    Powers he can put to use for his own ends.
    So have I tried, as far as in me lay,
    To make fresh progress in the healing art.
    This toil endeared me to the brotherhood.
    Its members made me free of their estates
    To seek to find the forces that reside
    In plants and 'neath the surface of the ground,
    That they may yield for us new benefits.
    My actions therefore march with their designs,
    And I confess that I have plucked with joy
    Much goodly fruit whilst going on my way.

(Exit into the wood.)

Thomas, the Master miner, enters from the wood. Enter the Monk.)

THOMAS:

    Here will I sit and rest a little while.
    My soul hath need of rest to find itself
    After the shocks which I have had to bear.

(The Monk comes up to him.)

MONK:

    I greet thee heartily, most valiant son.
    Thou hast come here in search of solitude.
    Thy work well done, thou wouldst have peace and quiet
    In which to turn thy thoughts to spirit-worlds.
    To see my well-loved pupil thus employed
    Rejoiceth me. But why so sad thine eyes?
    'Twould seem anxiety weighs down your soul.

THOMAS:

    Pain oft is neighbour unto highest bliss;
    That this is so my own life proves today.

MONK:

    Hast thou then met with bliss and pain at once?

THOMAS:

    I told thee, reverend father, that I loved
    The mountain-warden's daughter, and confessed
    That she was also greatly drawn to me.
    She is to marry me and share my life.

MONK:

    She will be true to thee, come weal, come woe;
    She is a faithful daughter of the Church.

THOMAS:

    Such an one only would I take to wife;
    Since, honoured master, I have learned from thee
    The meaning of obedience to God's will.

MONK:

    And art thou also certain of thy soul,
    That it will walk still further in the way
    Of righteousness, which I have pointed out?

THOMAS:

    So sure as in this body beats a heart,
    So sure will I, thy son, be true for aye
    To those exalted teachings which of old
    From thine own lips I was allowed to learn.

MONK:

    And now that thou hast told me of thy bliss
    Let me hear also from thee of thy woe.

THOMAS:

    Oft have I told thee what my life hath been.
    Scarce had I left my childhood's days behind
    Than I began to travel and to roam.
    I never worked for long in any place.
    Ever I cherished in my heart the wish
    To meet my father, whom I loved, although
    I had not heard a good report of him.
    He left my dear good mother all alone
    Because he wished to start his life anew
    Unhampered by a wife and children twain.
    The impulse for adventure dwelt in him.
    I was a child still, when he went from us.
    My sister was a tiny new-born babe.
    My mother died of grief in no long time.
    My sister was adopted by good folk
    Who later moved away from my old home.
    And of her fate I never more heard tell.
    Some relatives assisted me to learn
    A miner's work, in which I expert grew,
    So that I found employment where I wished.
    The hope that some day I should once more find
    My father, never vanished from my heart.
    And now my hope at last is realized
    But also is for ever torn from me.
    Matters of business led me yesterday
    To seek for speech with my superior.
    Thou knowst how lightly I esteem the knight
    Who issueth the directions for my work
    Since I have learned thou art his enemy.
    From that time forward I made up my mind
    Not to remain in service under him.
    For reasons which remain unknown to me
    The knight alluded in our interview
    To matters which allowed him to declare
    Himself to be--the father whom I sought.
    What followed ... I would gladly leave untold.
    It would not have been hard to overlook
    My mother's sufferings at his hands, and mine,
    When he and I once more stood face to face,
    And when he spoke, grief-burdened, of old days.
    But in his form, stood facing me, thy foe.
    And one thing then was manifest to me:--
    How deep a gulf must ever separate
    Myself from him, whom I so fain would love,
    And whom I sought so long and ardently.
    Now have I lost him for the second time,
    Such is the lot that hath befallen me.

MONK:

    I would not e'er estrange thee from those ties
    Imposed on thee by blood-relationship.
    But what I can bestow upon thy soul
    Shall ever be to thee a gift of love.

Curtain






SCENE 7


A chamber in the castle whose exterior was shown in the preceding
scene. Decorated throughout with symbols of a Mystic Brotherhood. (For
costumes, see note on page 145.) Columns, arches, and vaulted roof
with the mystic symbols shown in the Author's 'Occult Symbols.' First
the Knights assemble; then the Monk and one of the Knights; later
appears the spirit of Benedictus who has passed away about fifty years
earlier. Then Lucifer and Ahriman. The Grand Master seated with four
Brothers at a long table.

GRAND MASTER:

    Ye who are joined with me in comradeship
    To seek the goal appointed unto man,
    And bring that knowledge from the spirit-realm
    Into the scope of earth's activities,
    As is appointed to our brotherhood,
    Must also truly help me in this hour
    When heavy trials impend. Then, know ye all
    That since our venerated master fell,
    A victim by the Powers of Darkness claimed,
    Who draw their strength from Evil, helping on
    The plan of Wisdom by their natural means,
    That is by means of Opposition's strength,
    Since Wisdom turneth Evil into Good:
    Since that sad loss we strive on earth in vain,
    For many a castle of our brotherhood
    Hath by our enemies been overwhelmed,
    And many brothers dear to us have fallen
    In fight, and followed our great Master home
    Into the realm of everlasting light.
    For us too doth the hour approach apace
    When these stout walls that shelter us shall fall.
    Our foes already spy the country round
    To find a pretext under which they may
    Rob us of our possessions, ne'er acquired
    For our own use, but as a means to draw
    Around us individuals, in whose souls
    We could implant the germs of things to come.
    These germs shall ripen when those men themselves
    Find their way back from out the spirit-land
    To live anew in future days on earth.

FIRST MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    That this our brotherhood should be o'erthrown
    By some obscure design of destiny,
    Is something nowise inconceivable.
    But that the fall of our community
    Should doom so many brothers' single lives,
    Would seem to contravene the cosmic law.
    I do not wish my words to make complaint,
    Since willingly our brothers suffer death.
    But still my soul desires to comprehend
    The sacrifice demanded from these men
    Who have allied themselves unto a whole,
    Because the powers of destiny decree
    The overthrow and ruin of that whole.

GRAND MASTER:

    The separate life of individual men
    Is linked most wisely to the world's design.
    Amongst our brothers there will surely be
    Some who have given proof of competence
    To serve our brotherhood with their soul's power
    And yet whose nature still shows many a stain.
    The errors and misdeeds of such a heart
    Must find their expiation in the pain
    Suffered by it in service for the whole
    And he who, blameless both in act and deed,
    Must none the less walk in the thorny way
    Traced by the Karma of the brotherhood,
    Will find his pain requited by the power
    To mount aloft unto the higher life.

FIRST MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    So then the brotherhood may tolerate
    Within its ranks souls not yet purified
    Who vow themselves to its exalted aims?

GRAND MASTER:

    He who to lofty works is dedicate
    Doth mark alone the goodness in men's souls;
    He lets the evil work its ransom out
    As cosmic justice in its course decides.
    My brothers, I have bid you meet me here
    In order to remind you with grave words
    That we have duties in our days of grief.
    We must be ready to lay down our lives
    For those high purposes to which we swore
    Lifelong allegiance. Ye then are indeed
    My brothers, if undauntedly your souls
    Repeat the motto of our brotherhood:
    'Both separateness and life must be forsworn
    By those who would set eyes on spirit-goals
    Through occult senses unto them revealed;
    Who dare to let the spirit's will pour down
    And flood their individual purposes.'

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    Exalted Master, shouldst thou deign to test
    The heart of each man in our brotherhood,
    It would repeat that motto loud and clear!--
    Yet do we beg thee to explain to us
    Why, not content with robbing us of life
    And our possessions, now our enemies
    Would rob us also of those humble souls
    Whom we have tended with unselfish love.
    For every day affords new evidence
    That not alone compulsion makes our folk
    Submit themselves unto our conquerors;
    But that indeed they too have learned to hate
    The spirit-path which we had shown to them.

GRAND MASTER:

    That which we have implanted in men's souls
    May die indeed today; but these same men,
    Who once have breathed our spirit-radiance,
    Will come again to earth, and then bestow
    Upon the world the fruitage of our work.
    Thus speaks unto my spirit oftentimes
    Our mighty leader from the realm of death,
    When in my quiet hours, I do sink down
    Into my soul's deep places, and arouse
    Strength to abide awhile in spirit-lands.
    Then may I feel the master's presence near
    And hear his words, as in the life of sense
    I often heard them. Never doth he speak
    About our work as drawing to a close;
    But only of fulfilment of our aims
    In later days that are to come on earth.

(Exeunt the Grand Master and two Brothers.)

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    He speaks of spirit-worlds in just such words
    As men may speak of villages or towns....
    The way in which our loftiest brothers speak
    Of other states of life oppresseth me.
    And yet I am devoted fervently
    Unto the progress of our earthly aims.

SECOND MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    My firm reliance is our master's words.
    The man who cannot hear with perfect faith
    The tale of spirit and of spirit-worlds,--
    Is nowise lacking in the faculties
    To grasp a revelation of this kind.
    The things he lacks are of a different mould.
    He may well guess, unwilling to admit,
    That he is conscious of unworthiness
    To be a member of the higher worlds.
    A soul must be defiled by secret stain
    And eager to deny that they are there,
    That will not bow before the spirit-lore.

(Exeunt.)

(Enter the Monk; the Second Preceptor enters and steps up to him.)

SECOND PRECEPTOR:

    What errand bringeth thee to this our house
    Which is for thee the home of enemies?

MONK:

    I must include amongst my friends all those
    Who bear the form of men. This is our rule.
    But hostile thou mayst well esteem the claim
    Which I, by duty bound, must here present.
    Those who are over me have sent me here.
    And their desire is that the property
    Belonging to the Church, as by old deeds
    Is well attested, should be given back
    To them without dispute. Yon tract of ground
    Upon which ye have sunk your mine, belongs
    In law and equity unto the Church.
    The manner in which ye possessed yourselves
    Of this estate confers no legal rights.

SECOND PRECEPTOR:

    Whether in law we have a right to call
    It ours or no, would constitute a case
    For legal disputation long drawn out.
    But certain 'tis that it belongs to us
    If we refer it to a higher law.
    Yon tract of ground was lying lost and waste
    When it was purchased by our brotherhood:
    Not e'en an inkling had ye of the fact
    That far below rich treasure lay concealed.
    This have we won for human industry.
    Its treasures travel far and wide today
    To distant lands, to further human weal.
    And many honest souls are now at work
    In shaft and tunnel underneath the ground
    Which in your hands lay waste and desolate.

MONK:

    Then it doth not seem fair and right to thee
    To urge upon thy brotherhood the need
    Of peaceably accepting our demand
    That so we may regain our property?

SECOND PRECEPTOR:

    Since we are not aware of any guilt,
    But are convinced our cause is wholly just,
    We can but wait in quiet confidence
    To see if ye are really bent on strife,
    When as before, yourselves are in the wrong.

MONK:

    Then will ye have to thank your headstrong will
    If we are driven to a sterner course.

SECOND PRECEPTOR:

    The honour of our brotherhood demands
    That only when defeated, sword in hand,
    Do we allow ourselves to be despoiled.

MONK:

    So be it! Now my mission is fulfilled.
    Between us there is no more need of words.
    Will it be possible for me to have
    An audience with thy lord, who here commands?

SECOND PRECEPTOR:

    The master doubtless will concede thee this;
    Yet wait, I pray three, for a little while.
    He cannot at this moment come to thee.

(Exit.)

MONK:

    O, that mine office forceth me to tread
    The halls of this detested brotherhood.
    Turn where they may, my eyes must contemplate
    Sinful devices and satanic spells.
    Almost a horror seizeth hold on me;
    A crackling and a rumbling fill the air;
    I feel the powers of ill are gathered round.

(Noises heard.)

    But as my conscience is entirely clear
    I will defy the enemy.

(Noises heard.)

                           Oh, this
    Is terrible....

(The spirit of Benedictus appears.)

                   Defend me, Saints in Heaven!

BENEDICTUS:

    Collect thyself, my son. I often came
    To meet thee, when the fervour of thy prayers
    Transported thee unto the spirit-world.
    Take therefore courage in this present hour
    And learn a truth which thou must realize
    If spirit clearness is to hold its sway
    And drive away the darkness from thy soul.

MONK:

    When in my trials I prayed to Heaven for light,
    And when my supplication winged its way
    To realms celestial, and won response,
    Thou, venerated master, didst appear.
    Thou, who wast aye our Order's ornament,
    The while thou wert amongst us here on earth,
    And out of higher realms didst speak to me,
    Enlightening my mind and strengthening me.
    My soul beheld thee with its inner eye,
    My spirit ear was open to thy words.
    In this hour also then, will I receive
    The revelation with humility
    Which thou shalt cause to flow into my soul.

BENEDICTUS:

    Thou art within that brotherhood's abode
    Whom thou dost charge with wicked heresies.
    They seem to hate what we are taught to love
    And hold in honour what we count as sin.
    Our brethren feel themselves in duty bound
    To haste the spirit-brethren's overthrow,
    And think their action sanctioned by the words
    I spake myself whilst I was still on earth.
    Yet do they not imagine that these words
    Can only hold the living truth so long
    As they are rightly acted on by those
    Who have been my successors in my work.
    So let those thoughts which I once held on earth
    Rise up afresh and live within thy soul
    In harmony with needs of newer times.
    And thus behold this Order, which doth seek
    Its goal in mystic realms, as I should judge
    And look on it, if it had been my lot
    To dwell on earth and work with thee today.
    This brotherhood is vowed to lofty aims.
    These individuals who have joined its ranks
    Have premonitions of the days to come;
    Their leaders see with a prophetic eye
    The fruits that shall grow ripe in future times;
    Science and daily life shall undergo
    A change of form and seek ideals new;
    And what this brotherhood doth now achieve,
    Whom thou hast lent a hand to persecute,
    Are deeds which serve to bring this change about.
    Alone by peaceful union of the aims
    Sought by our brethren and these heretics
    Can good be made to blossom on this earth.

MONK:

    This warning, of which I am worthy found,
    How can I act upon it? It departs
    Amazingly from all that I have held,
    Up to this moment, to be right and good.

(Ahriman and Lucifer appear.)

    But other beings now are drawing nigh!
    Why do they come and stand beside thee now?

AHRIMAN:

    This further message comes from other realms.
    It cannot seem an easy thing for thee
    Thy predecessor's bidding to obey.
    Reflect--he dwells in everlasting bliss.
    And actions by decree and duty there
    Desirable, may well upon the earth
    Lead to confusion at the present time.
    Lift up thine eyes to where he dwells on high
    If thou wouldst seek for comfort from the bliss
    That, when the latter days of earth draw near,
    By cosmic spirits is to be bestowed.
    But if at present thou wouldst act aright,
    Be guided only, in the choice of paths,
    By that which reason and the senses teach.
    Thou hast been able clearly to discern
    The sinful ways of yonder brotherhood
    Which they would fain keep secret from the world;
    Thus hast thou learned that laws for future life
    Can well be framed by souls now steeped in sin!
    How canst thou wish, now that thou knowst these things,
    To live in friendship with the brotherhood?
    For error is a poor and sterile soil
    Where good fruit cannot come to ripening.

LUCIFER:

    Thy pious mind hath shown the road to thee.
    It is most true that times and objects change;
    But none the less 'tis not for heretics
    To trace the paths on which mankind must tread.
    The error of this spirit-brotherhood
    Is dangerous, because it speaks the truth,
    And yet expresses it in such a way
    As makes the truth more deadly than a lie.
    A man who openly avowed he lied
    Would have to be bereft of common sense
    'Ere he could bring himself to such belief
    That men would gladly follow where he led.
    The spirit-knights indeed are shrewd of mind;
    They do not fail to speak about the Christ
    Because this name can open every door
    That gives admission to the souls of men.
    But ever can men easiest be led
    Into the service of the Antichrist
    When in the name of Christ he is proclaimed.

MONK:

    Conflicting voices from the world of souls
    Assail mine ears, as often heretofore,
    And always with an aim to counteract
    The pious promptings of a mind devout.
    How shall I find the paths that lead to good
    If by the Powers of Evil they be praised?
    Almost it seems to me as if indeed...;
    But no, such words shall not be thought by me--,
    The wisdom of my master shall reveal
    The meaning of his words, so dark to me.

BENEDICTUS:

    I can direct thee to the proper path,
    If thou wilt let the words which once I spake
    On earth possess thee in thine inmost soul.
    And if thou art resolved to find the life
    That lives within those words upon those planes
    On which thou now canst see me face to face,
    The proper path shall be made plain to thee.

Curtain, while the Monk, the Spirit of Benedictus, Lucifer, and
Ahriman are still on the stage






SCENE 8


The same. The First Preceptor; Joseph Keane; then the Grand Master
with Simon; later the First and the Second Master of Ceremonies. Joseph
Keane is there first; the Preceptor approaches him.

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    Thou didst send word thou wouldst have speech with me.
    What is the news that thou art come to bring?

JOSEPH KEANE:

    Most weighty matters both to thee and me.
    Thou knowst the master miner Thomas here,
    Who renders service to thee?

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

                                 Well I know
    The worthy man; we prize him for his skill,
    And his subordinates hold him in love.

KEANE:

    And dost thou know my child, Cecilia, too?

FIRST PRECEPTOR (moved):

    It hath so chanced that I have seen the maid
    When I have met thee with thy family.

KEANE:

    It happened that soon after Thomas came
    He paid us frequent visits in our home.
    They grew more frequent; it was evident
    That to Cecilia his whole heart went out.
    We did not marvel that this should be so.
    But, knowing our girl's nature, it was long
    Ere we could think that she returned his love.
    Her life was well nigh one continuous prayer,
    And almost all society she shunned.
    Yet ever doth it now appear more clear
    That to this stranger she hath giv'n her heart.
    And as things are, we feel ourselves compelled
    Not to oppose the wishes of our child;
    Thomas she loves, and she would marry him.

FIRST PRECEPTOR (with faltering movements):

    Why runs this marriage counter to thy will?

KEANE:

    My lord, there is no need for me to tell
    Of my devotion to the brotherhood.
    My heart would have to bear a heavy load
    If my child's love, in its entirety,
    Were cast upon the side of those who say
    That you and I alike are heretics.
    The monk who now o'er yonder abbey rules
    Close by our home, and who doth ever seek
    To thwart the mission of the brotherhood,
    Hath won dominion o'er our daughter's soul.
    As long as she is still beneath my roof
    So long shall I too not abandon hope
    That she may yet again retrace the path
    Which leads from spirit-darkness unto light.
    But I shall have to give her up for lost
    When she shall have become the wife of one
    Who, like herself, works for the weal of man
    According to the precepts of that monk.
    His Reverence hath had complete success
    In foisting such opinions as he holds
    On Thomas, who receives them in full faith.
    A thrill of terror would run over me
    To hear the curses pour from Thomas' lips
    Whene'er we spake about the brotherhood.

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    Our enemies are many; if one more
    Is added it cannot affect us much.
    Thy words have not yet made it clear to me
    What my concern is with this tale of love.

KEANE:

    My lord, thou seest this packet in mine hand.
    Its contents warrant me to come to thee.
    My wife and I alone have read the lines:
    None else in these parts knows a word of them.
    Now must they be made known to thee as well--
    The maid who passeth for our flesh and blood
    Is not the offspring of my wife and me.
    We undertook the training of the child
    When her own mother died. What I have still
    To say will make it seem unnecessary,
    To tell at length how all this came to pass.
    For long we knew not who her father was;
    The girl today knows not her parentage.
    Father and mother she beholds in us.
    And such a state of things might have gone on
    Since we do love her as our very own.
    But some years later than her mother's death
    The papers that I hold were brought to us;
    They make it plain who our child's father is.
    I cannot tell if he is known to thee.

(The Preceptor loses control over himself.)

    But now I know--am sure ...
                             ... that thou art he.
    There is no need for me to tell thee more.
    But since it is thy child who is concerned
    I beg thee to extend to me thine aid.
    United our endeavours may succeed
    To save her from the darkness that impends.

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    Dear Keane. Thou hast been ever true to me,
    And I would fain still further count on thee.
    Neither within nor yet without these walls
    Must any in this country ever know
    The truth of my relation to this girl.

KEANE:

    My word thereon. I mean no harm to thee;
    I only beg that thou wilt lend thine aid.

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    Thou dost perceive that at the present time
    I cannot talk with thee at greater length.
    I pray thee come tomorrow.

KEANE:

                              I will come.

(Exit.)

FIRST PRECEPTOR:

    How cruelly my fate fulfils itself.
    I left my wife and child in misery,
    Since they seemed hindrances upon the path
    Along which vanity did beckon me.
    It led me on to join this brotherhood.
    In words of solemn import I then vowed
    My service to the cause of human love
    Albeit I was laden with the guilt
    Arising from the opposite of love.
    The brotherhood's clear vision, as applied
    To acts and men, is manifest in me.
    It welcomed me a brother in its ranks
    And forthwith laid on me its rules severe.
    To self-examination was I led
    And knowledge of myself, which otherwise
    In other walks of life I had not found.
    And then when, under Fate's decree, my son
    Came and dwelt near me, I was fain to think
    That mighty Powers were merciful to me
    In showing how to expiate my sin.
    I knew long since that this Keane's foster-child
    Was none else than the daughter whom I left.

    The brotherhood is near its overthrow,
    Each brother resolute to meet his death,
    Convinced that those high purposes will live
    For which he makes his life the sacrifice.
    But I, alas, have felt for many days
    I was not worthy of this glorious end.
    My purpose ever ripened to make known
    My case unto the master, and to crave
    Permission to forsake the brotherhood.
    I had in mind thenceforward to devote
    My days unto my children, and so far
    As in this earth-life yet is possible
    To offer penance. But I clearly see,
    That 'twas not filial longing brought my son
    To this same spot to seek his father out,
    Although his good heart made him thus believe.
    But he was led by forces in the blood
    Which drew him to his sister. Other ties,
    Blood-born, were loosened by a father's guilt,
    Or else yon monk had never had the power
    To rob me so entirely of my son.
    Indeed the robbery is so complete,
    That with the brother will the sister too
    From my paternal longings be estranged.
    And so nought else remains for me but this,
    To take immediate measures to ensure
    That they shall know the truth about themselves,
    And then with resignation to await
    The penance laid upon me by those powers
    Who keep the reckoning of our misdeeds.

(Exit.)

(After an interval the Grand Master and Simon enter.)

GRAND MASTER:

    Henceforward Simon, in the castle walls
    Thou must abide, for since that lying tale
    Was published that thou art a sorcerer,
    Peril awaits thine every step outside.

SIMON:

    My heart is sore indeed to find that men
    In ignorance assail a proffered aid
    Whose only object is to do them good.

GRAND MASTER:

    Those who, by grace of lofty spirit-powers,
    Can turn their gaze upon the souls of men,
    Will see the enemies therein arrayed
    Which fight against the nature of the soul.
    The battle which our mortal foes prepare
    Is but an emblem of that greater strife
    Waged in the heart incessantly by powers
    Which are at enmity amongst themselves.

SIMON:

    My lord, in very truth these words of thine
    Arouse an echo in my deepest soul.
    Indeed my nature is not prone to dreams;
    Yet when I walk alone through wood and field
    A picture often riseth in my soul
    Which with my will I can no more control
    Than any object which mine eye beholds.
    A human form appears in front of me
    Which fain would grasp my hand in fellowship.
    Such suffering on his features is expressed
    As never yet I saw in any face.
    The greatness and the beauty of this man
    Seize firmly hold of all my powers of soul;
    I fain would sink to earth and humbly bow
    Before this messenger from other worlds.
    Next moment like a raging flame, there comes
    The wildest anger searing through my heart,
    Nor can I gain the mastery o'er the power
    That fans the opposition of my soul,
    And I am forced to thrust aside the hand
    Which is so lovingly held out to me.
    So soon as to my senses I return
    The radiant form hath vanished from my sight.
    And thereupon, when I recall in thought
    That which my spirit hath so often seen,
    Before my soul this thought presents itself
    Which moves me to the bottom of my heart.
    I feel myself attracted by thy lore,
    In which a Spirit-being is revealed
    Descending from the Kingdom of the Sun,
    To take a human form upon Himself,
    In order to disclose Himself to men.
    I cannot keep the glowing beauty out
    That pours upon me from thy noble lore,
    And yet my soul will not assent thereto.
    The primal form of our humanity
    In thy great Spirit-being I admit;
    But still my individual self rebels
    When I would turn to him in faith and love.
    So must I ever wage an inward war
    The archetype of every outer strife.
    In sore distress, I seek in vain a clue
    To solve the riddle of my life and fate:
    How comes it that I understand so well
    And yet that I in no wise can believe
    The things thy noble teachings do reveal?
    I follow thine example faithfully,
    Yet find myself opposed at every point
    To this example's goal and origin.
    And when I must thus recognize myself,
    A flood of doubt o'erwhelms my falt'ring faith
    That in this life I may yet find myself.
    Nay, worse than this, the dread doth haunt me oft
    That this bewilderment of doubt may run
    Through all the lives that I shall live on earth.

GRAND MASTER:

    The picture, which thou sawest, my good friend,
    Before my spirit stood out strong and clear
    Whilst thou didst paint it in those vivid words;
    And as thou didst speak further, then it grew
    In breadth before mine eyes until I saw
    How cosmic aims are linked to human fate.

(Exeunt.)

(After an interval, the two Masters of Ceremonies enter.)

FIRST MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    Dear brother, I must openly confess
    That our Grand Master's clemency exceeds
    My comprehension, when I needs must see
    What bitter wrong our foes inflict on us.
    Although they will not study what we teach
    They scruple not to paint us in men's eyes
    As heretics and messengers from hell.

SECOND MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    His clemency from our own teaching flows.
    Can we proclaim life's highest aim to be
    To understand the soul of every man,
    And then misunderstand our foes ourselves?
    There are amongst them many men indeed
    Who follow in the footsteps of the Christ.
    Yet even from the souls of such as these
    The essence of our teachings must be veiled,
    Though they should hear them with the outer ear.
    Remember, brother, how reluctantly,
    And with what inner conflict, thou wast led
    To grant admission to the spirit-voice.
    We know, from what the master hath revealed,
    That future men will see in Spirit-light
    The lofty Being of the Sun, who trod
    This Earth once only in a human frame.
    This revelation we with joy believe
    And gladly follow where our leaders tread.
    Yet but a short time since these weighty words
    Were said by him whom we acclaim as Head:
    'Your souls must ripen slowly, if indeed
    With eyes prophetic ye would see today
    That which the men of later days shall see
    And ye must not imagine,' said our chief,
    'That after passing one initial test
    Ye can have sight of things that are to be.
    When ye shall have attained to certainty
    That all mankind must needs be born again,
    Ye then will have to meet the second test
    Which sets your personal illusions free
    To dim the radiance of the Spirit-light.'
    This solemn warning, too, the master gave:
    'Ofttimes reflect, in meditation's hour,
    How psychic monsters, of illusion born,
    Beset the path of those who seek the light.
    Who falls their victim may see even there
    Human existence where the Spirit seeks
    To be revealed to Spirit-light alone.
    If ye would worthily prepare yourselves
    To recognize, by help of inner sight,
    The Light of Wisdom streaming from the Christ,
    Over yourselves ye must keep watch and ward
    Lest personal illusion blind you then
    When your souls think that it is furthest off.'
    With this injunction clearly held in view
    We soon shall rid us of the vain belief
    That in these times we can transmit these truths,
    Whose beauty we confess within our souls,
    In easy manner to posterity.
    Rather must we take comfort from the fact,
    That we today can meet so many souls
    In whom the seed, although they know it not,
    Already hath been sown for future lives.
    This seed can only manifest itself
    In man, by opposition to those Powers
    With which it later will ally itself.
    In all this hatred which pursues us now
    I do but see the seed of future love.

FIRST MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    Certain it is that highest truth's intent
    Can only in such manner be disclosed;
    Yet hard it seems in this our present age
    To shape our lives to follow out its aim.

SECOND MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

    Here too I follow out our master's words:
    'It is not granted unto all mankind
    To live Earth's future stages in advance.
    But individuals there must ever be
    Who can foresee what later days will bring,
    And who devote their feeling to those Powers
    Which loose all being from its present ties
    To guard it safe for all Eternity.'

The curtain falls, while the two Masters of Ceremonies are still in
the hall






SCENE 9


The woodland meadow, as in Scene 6. Joseph Keane, Dame Keane, their
daughter Bertha; afterwards, Countryfolk, later the Monk; finally
Keane's foster-daughter Cecilia and Thomas.

BERTHA:

    Dear mother, I so long to hear the tale
    Cecilia often spake of years ago.
    Thou dost know all those fairy-tales to tell
    Which father brings back with him from the knights
    When he comes home, and which with greatest joy
    So many friends are always glad to hear.

KEANE:

    The soul can find real treasure in those tales.
    The gifts which on the spirit they confer
    Decay not with the body in the grave
    But bear their fruits in later lives on earth.
    Darkly, as through a glass, we glimpse their truth;
    And from such darkened sight, our souls can win
    Knowledge to serve our needs in daily life.
    If only folk could realize the store
    Of precious gifts our knights have to bestow!
    Cecilia and Thomas have, alas,
    Deaf ears at present for such things as these;
    Since they draw wisdom from another source.

BERTHA:

    Today I fain would listen to that tale
    Which tells about the Evil and the Good.

DAME KEANE:

    Right gladly will I tell it thee. Attend.
    Once on a time there lived a man who spent
    Much time in puzzling over cosmic truths.
    That which tormented his poor brain the most
    Was, how to learn of Evil's origin.
    And to that question he could not reply.
    The world was made by God, so he would say,
    And God can only have in him the Good.
    How then doth Evil spring from out the Good?
    Time and again he puzzled over this,
    But could not find the answer that he sought.
    Now it befell that on a certain day
    This seeker on his travels passed a tree
    That was engaged in converse with an axe.
    Unto the tree the axe did speak these words:
    'That which thou canst not do I can achieve,
    I can fell thee; but thou canst not fell me.'
    Unto the vain axe thus the tree replied:
    ''Twas but a year ago a man did cleave
    The very wood of which thine haft is made
    Out of my body with another axe.'
    And when the man had listened to these words
    A thought was straightway born within his soul
    Which he could not set clearly down in words,
    But which completely answered his demand:
    How Evil could originate from Good.

KEANE:

    Think on this story, daughter and thou'lt see,
    How contemplating nature's mysteries
    May form fresh knowledge in a human head.
    I know how many things I can make clear
    Unto myself by spinning out in thought
    The tales by which the knights enlighten us.

BERTHA:

    I know I am a simple little thing,
    Without ability to understand
    The learned words which clever people use
    In setting forth the science they profess.
    I have no taste for matters of that kind.
    Whenever Thomas tells us of his work
    I nearly fall asleep. But I could spend
    Unnumbered hours in listening to the tales
    Which father brings back home on his return
    From visiting the castle, and wherewith
    He often weaves a story of his own
    As he recounts them to us hour on hour.

(Exeunt.)

(After an interval, the Countryfolk come across the meadow.)

FIRST COUNTRYMAN:

    My uncle yesterday came home again.
    He dwelt a long time in Bohemia,
    And earned an honest living in the mines.
    Full many a bit of news he hath to tell
    Picked up by him upon his journeyings.
    Excitement and unrest are everywhere.
    Attacks are made upon the Spirit-Knights.
    Our local brotherhood can not escape;
    Already preparations have been made
    And ere long will this castle be besieged.

SECOND COUNTRYMAN:

    I hope 'twill not be long 'ere they attack.
    Many amongst us will most certainly
    Gladly enlist among the fighting-men;
    I mean to be among the first myself.

FIRST COUNTRYWOMAN:

    Thou wilt but hurry headlong to thy doom!
    How can a man be such a witless fool!
    Hast thou forgot how strongly fortified
    The castle is? The battle will be grim.

SECOND COUNTRYWOMAN:

    It is no business of the countryfolk
    To mix with things they do not understand.
    Yet there are many hereabouts today
    Who do naught else but go from place to place
    And fan the embers of revolt and strife.
    Things have already come to such a pass
    That sick folk have to cry in vain for aid.
    The good man who in former days was wont
    To help so many in sore need, can now
    No more pass out beyond the castle gates,
    So cruelly have folk belaboured him.

THIRD COUNTRYWOMAN:

    Of course! for many people were enraged
    On hearing from what source the sickness came
    That broke out, all at once, among our cows.
    The Jew brought this upon them by his spells.
    He only seems to make sick people well
    In order, by the use of hellish arts,
    Better to serve the ends of evil powers.

THIRD COUNTRYMAN:

    This fuss about vile heresy is nought,
    And matters not. The fact is that these folk
    Had all they needed, and nought else to do
    But spend their leisure in abusive talk.
    A clever judge of human nature then
    Devised this silly tale about the Jew,
    How he had laid a spell upon our stock.
    And so from this alone the storm arose.

FOURTH COUNTRYMAN:

    I think that every one of you might know
    What wars do mean, with all their misery.
    Have not our fathers told us all that they
    Must needs endure, when all the countryside
    Was overrun by bands of soldiery?

FOURTH COUNTRYWOMAN:

    I always said that it would come to pass:
    Their lordships' rule must shortly fade away.
    Already hath a dream revealed to me
    How we can be of service to the troops
    When they arrive to carry out the siege,
    And take good care of all their creature needs.

FIFTH COUNTRYMAN:

    If dreams today are still to be believed,
    That is a matter we need not discuss.
    The knights have tried to make us cleverer
    Than were our fathers. Now they have to learn
    How much our cleverness hath been increased.
    Our fathers let them in; in our turn we
    Shall drive them out. I know the secret tracks
    That yield an entrance to the fortalice.
    I used to work within it until rage
    Drove me away; now will I show the knights
    How we can make their science serve our ends.

FIFTH COUNTRYWOMAN:

    He surely hath no good thought in his heart;
    I trembled as I listened to his words.

SIXTH COUNTRYMAN:

    In spirit-vision I have lately seen
    A traitor leading hostile soldiery
    By secret ways into the castle's keep.

SIXTH COUNTRYWOMAN:

    Such visions are destructive, I should say.
    No one who thinks as Christians ought to think
    But is aware that honesty alone,
    Not treason, can from evil set us free.

SIXTH COUNTRYMAN:

    I let folk talk, and help as best I can.
    How often do we hear a thing called wrong
    By those who lack the courage in themselves
    To do that very thing. Let's go our ways;
    I see the father coming down the road;
    We will not interrupt his train of thought.
    I found no difficulty up till now
    In understanding everything he taught;
    But in the sermon which he preached today
    He said much that one could not understand.

(The Countryfolk go away towards the forest.)

(After an interval the Monk comes along the meadow path.)

MONK:

    It must be that a soul is led astray
    In striving to pursue her natural course.
    The weakness of my heart alone allowed
    Such visions to appear before mine eyes
    As those which I beheld within those walls.
    That they must show themselves to me in strife
    Is proof enough how little yet in me
    The psychic forces work in harmony.
    Therefore will I address myself anew
    To kindle in myself those potent words
    Which bring me light from out the Spirit-heights.
    That man alone prefers another road,
    Whom personal illusions have made blind.
    The soul can only triumph over lies
    By proving herself worthy of the grace
    Which Spirit-light, outpoured from founts of love,
    In words of wisdom doth reveal to her.
    I know that I shall find the greatest strength
    Which can throw light on what the Fathers taught.
    When from the gloom of self's imaginings
    With lowly heart submissive I can flee.

(Exit.)

(After an interval there appear on the meadow Cecilia and Thomas.)

CECILIA:

    Dear brother, when in fervent ecstasy
    Of silent prayer my soul did bow herself
    Unto the Fountain of the World, and yearn
    Whole-heartedly to be made one therewith,
    A light before my spirit would appear--
    With gentle warmth and radiancy aglow;
    This then transformed itself into a man
    Who looked into my face with tender eyes,
    And spoke to me. These were the vision's words:
    'Human delusion left thee once forlorn,
    And now thou art upborne by human love;
    Wait therefore until longing finds a way
    To bring the seeker safely to thy side.'
    Thus spake this human figure oft to me;
    Nor could I fathom what the words might mean;
    And yet a dim foreboding made me glad,
    That some time they should be fulfilled for me.
    And then, beloved brother, thou didst come,
    And when I first set eyes upon thy face,
    I felt my senses leave me; for thou wast
    That human figure's very counterpart.

THOMAS:

    Dream and foreboding told thee but the truth,
    Indeed 'twas longing guided me to thee.

CECILIA:

    And when thou didst request me as thy wife
    I thought the Spirit had ordained it so.

THOMAS:

    That in good truth the Spirit's purpose was
    To re-unite us, clearly may be seen,
    Although we read it not aright at first.
    As wife and helpmeet, sent me from above,
    So didst thou seem to me, when first we met.
    And then my long-lost sister did I find.

CECILIA:

    And henceforth nothing shall divide us twain.

THOMAS:

    Yet many obstacles between us rise.
    Thy foster-parents by close ties are bound
    Unto the brotherhood which I must spurn.

CECILIA:

    They are incarnate love and kindness both;
    And loyal friendship will they give to thee.

THOMAS:

    My creed will separate me from their love.

CECILIA:

    Through me you will find out the way to them.

THOMAS:

    Keane, the dear fellow, is so obstinate;
    He never will see aught but darkness there
    Where I perceive the very fount of light.
    In riper years it was first granted me
    To turn my steps toward this light of truth,
    Since all I learned of it in childhood's days
    Upon my spirit made but little mark;
    Whilst later on, my every thought was bent
    On scientific knowledge as a means
    To gain a livelihood. When I came here
    At last I found the teacher and the guide
    Who had the power to liberate my soul.
    The teaching he hath let me listen to
    Doth bear the very stamp of truth itself.
    Such is his speech that heart and head alike
    Must yield themselves as captives to his words,
    So full at once of gentleness and good.
    I took the greatest trouble heretofore
    To understand the other spirit type;
    And found it could but unto error lead.
    Since it clings only to those spirit-powers
    Which may be faithful guides in earthly ways
    But cannot lift one up to higher worlds.
    How shall I therefore ever find the way
    Into the hearts of people who believe
    That from this error all salvation springs?

CECILIA:

    I hear thy words, dear brother, and they seem
    The product of no peaceful frame of mind.
    Yet 'tis a peaceful scene of former days
    Which they have reawakened in my soul.
    'Twas one Good Friday, many years ago,
    I saw the scene of which I speak to thee.
    It happened that upon that day the man
    Who wore my brother's features, said to me:
    'From source divine hath sprung the human soul;
    It can in death dive down to nature's depths,
    In time it will set spirit free from death.'
    Not until afterwards was I aware
    That these words are the motto of our knights.

THOMAS:

    Alas! my sister, that thy lips should speak
    Those evil words, which our opponents take
    As revelation of the highest truth.

CECILIA:

    I have at heart no sympathy at all
    With outward acts committed by the knights;
    I truly serve the creed that nourished thee.
    But never could I make myself believe
    That men who guide the footsteps of the soul
    By such instruction toward so high a goal
    Walk not themselves the path that Christ hath trod.
    The Spirit's pupil am I, staunch and true,
    And I confess that it is my belief
    That on that day, my brother's spirit strove
    To speak of aims that lead the soul to peace.

THOMAS:

    The powers of destiny have not ordained
    Peace for the soul, it seems, for thee and me;
    They take our father from us that same hour
    That sees him once again restored to us.

CECILIA:

    My faculties are clouded o'er with pain
    When of our father thus I hear thee speak.
    Thy heart would draw thee to his side in love,
    And yet thou tremblest at the very thought
    Of union with him whilst he is alive.
    Thou followest our leader in good faith,
    Yet canst not hear the messages of love
    Which his commands so tenderly convey.
    A dark enigma faceth me; I see
    The goodness of thy heart, thy steadfast faith,
    And yet must shudder at the deep abyss
    That yawns so horribly betwixt you twain.
    And did not hope live on to comfort me,
    And tell me love is never overcome
    I should lack courage to endure this pain.

THOMAS:

    Dear sister, thou hast yet to learn the power
    Of thought, once it hath gripped a human soul.
    This is no case of son opposing sire;
    But one thought from another turns away.
    Thought is the sovereign whom my soul obeys;
    Did I refuse her homage I should be
    In very truth my spirit's murderer.

Curtain; Thomas and Cecilia still standing in the meadow

(This closes the vision into the XIVth Century and the following is
the sequel of the events described in the first five scenes.)






SCENE 10


The same landscape as in Scene 5.

CAPESIUS (waking from the vision which had brought his previous
incarnation before his soul):

    This unfamiliar landscape, and this seat,
    A cottage and a wood in front of me!
    Are they familiar? Urgently they claim
    Familiarity; yet thy do lie
    Upon my nature, like some heavy weight.
    They seem like real things. But no; all this
    Is but a picture of soul substance spun.
    I know how pictures such as these are made
    Out of the thirst and longing of the soul.
    As if awaking from my craving's dream
    From out the spirit-ocean I have come--
    And memory, dread and shuddering shape, appears
    To bring to mind these longings of my soul.
    How burnt my thirst to know the world's design!
    This longing vain, of self-denial born,
    Consumed my nature to its very roots.
    Sought I existence with impetuous will,
    Then all the world's design did flee from me.
    A moment, of eternity methinks,
    Poured out such storms of suffering on my soul
    As only can be felt in life's full course.
    Between me and this craving fear there stood
    That which had brought this fear to life in me.
    I felt myself embrace the universe
    And all my personality was lost....
    But no, it was not I who felt like this,
    It was another being sprung from me.
    I saw mankind and all its works evolve
    From cosmic thoughts which rushing fast through Space,
    Pressed on in eagerness to be revealed.
    They drew the picture of a living world
    In all its detail spread before my gaze.
    From my soul-substance did they draw the power
    With which to fashion Being out of Thought.
    And as this world condensed before mine eyes,
    My personal sense of feeling passed from me.
    And words resounded from this picture-world,
    Thinking themselves; and thrust themselves on me.
    From out life's needs they brought to being things,
    And gifted them with power from deeds of good.
    Thus they resounded through the breadths of Space:
    'O man know thou thyself within thy world.'
    Then saw I one who stood in front of me
    And, showing me his soul, displayed mine own.
    And then the cosmic words went on to say:
    'So long as in the circle of thy life
    Thou canst not feel this being close entwined,
    Thou art a dream, and dost but dream thy life.'
    I could not think in figures clear and plain;
    I did but see bewildering forces press
    From thought to life, and from life back to thought--
    But if my spirit seeks yet further back
    And recollects what I beheld before,
    A living picture stands before my soul,
    Which is not blurred, as was all else that I
    In later moments could experience,
    But which more plainly sets before my soul
    Men's lives and actions with each detail clear.
    I gaze upon this picture, and can tell
    What men these are, and what it is they do;
    I recognize each soul I look upon,
    Although their bodies' shapes are not the same.
    I look upon all this as though myself
    Were then a person living in this world;
    But none the less with cold unfeeling eye
    I scan a picture that seems life itself.
    It seems as if its working on my soul
    Reserves itself until that later time
    Which to my spirit earlier was displayed.
    Within a spirit-brotherhood I could
    Myself and others clearly recognize;
    And yet just as a man doth feel a scene
    Of bygone days arise from memory's fount,
    Thomas I see, a miner and my son,
    And forthwith I must call to mind that soul,
    Who, as Thomasius, is known to me.
    The lady whom I know as seeress now
    Stands there before mine eyes as mine own child.
    Maria, who befriends Thomasius,
    Reveals herself to me in monkish garb,
    And doth condemn the spirit-brotherhood.
    And Strader wears the visage of the Jew.
    In Joseph Keane and in his wife I see
    The souls of Felix and Felicia.
    The others' lives lie open to my view
    Without concealment; so too, doth mine own.
    But while I am engrossed in reading it,
    The picture fades and disappears from view.
    And I can feel that those soul-elements
    Of which that living picture was composed
    Themselves are pouring into mine own soul.
    I feel myself endowed with strength of soul
    In my whole being, and I seem set free
    From all the fetters of the world of sense:
    My being doth embrace the universe.
    Thus do I feel that instant so prolonged
    Which I was able to live through, before
    That living picture rose before mine eyes.
    And now still further backward can I look.
    Itself condensing out of cosmic thought
    This forest doth appear before my gaze,
    This house where Felix and Felicia
    So often brought me comfort in distress.
    Now--in the world I find myself once more
    From which a moment since I felt myself
    Removed by vast expanse of time and space.
    And that which latterly I still could see:
    The picture which disclosed to me myself
    Is wafted like some misty fantasy
    O'er all that now I feel by means of sense.
    It is a nightmare, that oppresseth me;
    It gropes in deep recesses of my soul;
    It opens cosmic doors to breadths of Space.
    What storm is this that shakes my being's depths,
    What enters forcibly from cosmic space?

A VOICE (representing spirit-conscience):

    Feel now what thou hast seen,
    Live o'er what thou hast done
    Refreshed from Being's source;
    Thine own life hast thou dreamed.
    Work out this deed in thee
    With noble spirit-light:
    Regard thy daily task
    With force of spirit-sight.
    If this thou canst not do,
    To empty Nothingness
    Thou art for ever doomed.

Curtain, before Capesius has left the stage






SCENE 11


The same meditation-chamber as in Scene 2. Maria, Ahriman.

AHRIMAN:

    So Benedictus spun a cunning web
    Of thought, whose pattern thou hast followed out,
    And now thou art fast bound in error's toils.
    Thomasius too and e'en Capesius
    Are victims of this same illusion's spell.
    For at the same time as thine eyes beheld
    This long-past earthly life--so too did theirs.
    Henceforward 'tis in that time thou dost seek
    To find the causes of thy present life;
    But only error can be error's fruit
    If thou art ready to allow thyself
    To make the path of duty here and now
    Depend upon such vain imaginings.
    That Benedictus took from thine own brain,
    And placed these visions in an earlier age,
    Thine own self's knowledge can quite clearly prove.
    Thou sawst people of this present time
    But little changed from those of former days.
    Woman thou sawst as woman, man as man,
    And all their attributes were similar;
    Thou canst not therefore any longer doubt
    That what thou didst transfer to time's dim past
    By spirit-vision, far from being truth
    Was but the vain delusion of thy soul.

MARIA:

    In thee I see the sire of all deceit;
    Yet know I too thou oft dost speak the truth.
    And any one who chose to set aside
    All counsel that might reach him through thy words
    To utmost error soon would fall a prey.
    And as illusion wears the mask of truth
    The better to ensnare the souls of men,
    So 'tis but easy for a man to yield
    Thereto, by trying like a coward to slink
    Past every place where error might be hid.
    More than illusion finds the soul in thee;
    For in the Spirit of Deceit doth live
    The force that gives mankind discernment true.
    I therefore shall oppose thee without fear.
    Thou hast attacked that portion of my soul
    Which must at all times keep the most alert.
    If I weigh all the evidence which thou
    In clever calculation hast advanced,
    'Twould seem that only pictures from my brain
    Have been transferred into an earthly past.
    Yet would I ask thee if thy wisdom can
    Unlock the door of every earthly age?

AHRIMAN:

    No beings live in any spirit-realm
    Which set themselves to thwart me when I seek
    Admission into any earthly age.

MARIA:

    The lofty Powers of Fate have chosen well
    In setting thee to be their enemy.
    Thou dost encourage all thou wouldst restrain.
    Thou bringest freedom to the souls of men
    When thou dost penetrate to their soul-depths.
    From thee originate the powers of thought
    Whence knowledge springs with all its vain deceits
    But which can also guide man to the truth.
    In Spirit-land there is but one domain
    Where may be forged the sword that bids thee flee
    As soon as thou dost set thine eyes thereon.
    It is a realm in which the souls of men
    Do gather knowledge through their reason's powers,
    Which knowledge they will afterwards transmute
    To Spirit-wisdom. If I have the strength
    To forge the word of truth into that sword,
    That very moment thou must flee from hence.
    So hearken well, thou sire of all deceit;
    If truth triumphant I proclaim to thee--
    In earthly evolution there are times
    In which the ancient forces slowly die,
    And dying, see the growth of newer ones.
    At such a cyclic point my friends and I
    Did find ourselves drawn close by spirit-bonds
    Whilst seeking out our former lives on earth.
    True Spirit-men were working at that time,
    United in a brotherhood of souls
    Whose aims were sought in mysticism's realm.
    Now, at such seasons certain tendencies
    Are carefully implanted in men's souls,
    Which need a long time for full ripening.
    In their next incarnation, therefore, men
    Must show strong traces of their previous life.
    At such times, many men will be reborn
    In their succeeding lives as men--so too
    Women as women often re-appear.
    At that time also is the interval
    Shorter than usual 'twixt two earthly lives.
    To understand aright these cyclic points
    Thou lackest power, and therefore canst not yet
    Survey their growth with eyes from error free.
    Call but to mind the time when last we met
    In temples of that Spirit-brotherhood:
    Then thou spakest words of flattery, intent
    To break my inner consciousness of self.
    I recollect this time; and draw therefrom
    The force now to oppose myself to thee.

(Ahriman withdraws with reluctant mien. Thunder.)

MARIA:

    Defeated he has had to leave the spot
    Which Benedictus hath so often blessed.
    But unto me hath been made manifest
    How lightly souls may into error fall
    Who give themselves unto the Spirit-voice
    Without due heed, and shun the safer ways.
    The Enemy indeed hath mighty power
    Life's contradictions to accentuate
    And thus rob souls of their security.
    He must fall silent when the Light appears
    That from the fount of Wisdom issuing
    Doth bring full clearness to our spirit-sight.

Curtain, while Maria is still in the room






SCENE 12


The same. Johannes and Lucifer.

LUCIFER:

    Take warning by Capesius' fate and learn
    What fruits are ripened when a soul attempts
    To penetrate too soon the spirit-world.
    He knows the words writ in his book of life
    And knows his tasks for many lives to come.
    But suffering not ordained by destiny
    Is wrought by knowledge which hath not the power
    To change itself to deeds in earthly life.
    The choice that to successful issue leads
    Depends upon the ripeness of the will.
    At every step that he would take in life
    Henceforth Capesius must ask himself:
    Can all my obligations thus be met
    Which are the outgrowth of my former lives?
    So o'er his path a dazzling light is shed,
    Causing his eyes to suffer from the glare
    And giving him no help upon his way.
    It kills the forces which, whilst still unknown,
    Are trusty guides for every human soul,
    And doth not aid the power of careful thought.
    Thus it can only hurt the body's strength
    Before the soul hath learned to conquer it.

JOHANNES:

    I can perceive the error of my life.
    I stole the soul-powers from my carnal frame
    And proudly carried them to spirit-heights.
    Yet it was not a human being whole
    That thus was carried upward to the light.
    Nought was it but the shadow of a soul,
    Which could but rhapsodize of spirit-realms
    And feel a oneness with creative powers;
    It wished to live all blissful in the light
    And deeds of light in colour to behold;
    It fancied that as artist it could paint
    Spirit-existence in a world of sense.
    This form that took its semblance from mine own
    Hath shown to me myself with cruel truth.
    I dreamed of soul-love, pure and free from stain,
    Whilst passion yet was coursing through my veins.
    But now mine eyes have seen the earthly road
    Which is the real creative force in life.
    And shows me whither I must truly strive.
    Those spirit-pathways which of late I trod
    Cannot be followed far by such a soul
    As just before its present life on earth
    In Thomas's body found a fitting home.
    The fashion of his life must be for me
    The rule by which to seek my present goal.
    I've striven for attainment here and now
    Of things that only later can bear fruit.

LUCIFER:

    My light must serve to guide thy further steps
    As it hath done to guide them hitherto.
    The spirit-path which thou hast sought to tread
    Can wed the spirit to the lofty heights,
    But to thy soul it bringeth nought but gloom.

JOHANNES:

    What hath a man attained who gives himself
    A soul-less puppet to the spirit-world?
    E'en at the end of all his earthly days
    He is but that same being which he was,
    When in earth's primal days his human form
    From out the cosmic womb did first emerge.
    If to those impulses I yield myself
    Which, springing from unfathomed depths of soul,
    Clamour imperiously for life and form,
    Then in me works the universal all.
    I know not then what drives me on to act;
    But surely it must be the cosmic will
    Which leads me on to its appointed goal.
    This will must know the wherefore of man's life
    Though human knowledge cannot make it plain.
    That which in perfect manhood it creates
    Is vital wealth wherewith to form the soul.
    To it will I surrender, and no more
    By idle spirit-striving kill it out.

LUCIFER:

    Myself I work in this same cosmic will
    When it flows mightily through human souls,
    Which are but limbs of higher entities
    Until they can experience my power.
    And 'tis my task to make them perfect men
    And fit themselves into the universe.

JOHANNES:

    I long have thought I knew the whole of thee;
    Yet dwelt within me but thy phantom shade
    Portrayed there by my visionary dreams.
    Now must I feel thee, live thee by my will;
    Then can I overcome thee later on
    If so 'tis written in my destiny.
    Let spirit-knowledge, that I gained too soon,
    Repose henceforth within mine inmost soul
    Till impulses in life shall call it forth.
    With confidence I yield me to that will
    That hath more wisdom than the human soul.

(Exit Johannes with Lucifer.)

Curtain






SCENE 13


The Temple of the Sun; hidden site of the Mysteries of the Hierophants;
Lucifer, Ahriman, the three Soul-Figures, Strader, Benedictus,
Theodosius, Romanus, Maria.

(Enter first Lucifer and Ahriman.)

LUCIFER:

    The Lord of Wishes stands as victor here--
    He hath been able to o'erpower the soul
    Which even in the light of spirit-sun
    Still had to feel akin to this our realm.
    I seized th' auspicious hour in which to cast
    A glamour o'er its vision of the light
    To which in dreams alone it had bowed down.
    Yet all my hopes must forthwith disappear
    That victory is ours in spirit-realms,
    Since thou art worsted, comrade of my fight.
    Thou wast unable to o'erpower the soul
    Which was to bring our labours to their goal.
    The human soul that gave itself to me
    I can possess and in our kingdom hold
    For short earth-lives alone, but all in vain;
    For then I must restore it to our foes.
    To win outright we need the other, too,
    That hath withdrawn itself from thy domain.

AHRIMAN:

    The times are not well suited to my arts,
    I find no means of access to men's souls.
    See, here comes one whom I did sorely plague.
    Though ignorant in spirit he draws nigh;
    For reason doth compel him to push on.
    So I withdraw from him and from this place
    Which he can only tread unconsciously.

(The three Soul-Figures with Strader.)

PHILIA:

    With faith's clear power will I myself imbue
    And force of living trust will I breathe deep,
    From out the soul's glad striving that the light
    May dawn upon the spirit-slumberer.

ASTRID:

    With humble joy of soul will I entwine
    That which hath been revealed; and will condense
    The rays of hope that light in dark may shine;
    And twilight in the light, that thus the powers
    May bear aloft the spirit-slumberer.

LUNA:

    Soul light will I make warm, and will make hard
    The power of love. Then shall they daring grow,
    And shall release themselves, and mounting up
    Endue themselves with weight, that cosmic loads
    May fall from off the spirit-slumberer
    That his soul's love of light may set him free.

BENEDICTUS:

    My comrades, I have hither summoned you
    Who with me seek to find the spirit-light
    That should flow streaming to the souls of men.
    Ye know the nature of the sun of soul;
    Oft doth it shine with fullest noontide glare,
    And then again like feeble twilight steal
    Powerless through mists of visionary dream.
    And often doth the darkness drive it out.
    The temple-servants' spirit-gaze must pierce
    To soul depths where there shines with powerful ray,
    The spirit-light that comes from cosmic heights.
    Then too it must disclose mysterious aims
    That lurk unnoticed in the soul's dark lairs
    Intent on shaping man's development.
    Those spirit-beings who from cosmic powers
    Bestow the spirit-food on human souls
    Are present now within the sacred fane
    To guide this man's soul from the spirit-night
    Into the kingdom of the light on high.
    The sleep of knowledge still envelops him;
    But spirit-calls already have been heard
    In his soul's depths of which he never knew.
    That which they spoke deep in his inmost soul
    Will shortly find its way to spirit-ears.

THEODOSIUS:

    This soul hath not been able hitherto
    To recognize itself in spirit-light
    That through sense-revelation is outpoured,
    To show the meaning of all earthly growth.
    It saw God's spirit stripped of nature's guise,
    And Nature's self estranged from deity.
    And so through many lives it had to pass
    And stay a stranger to the sense of life;
    It could but find alone such carnal tenements
    To carry out its individual work
    As barred it from the cosmos and from man.
    Now in the temple it will earn the power
    To recognize strange Being as its own,
    And so be able to attain the force
    That leads out from the labyrinths of thought
    And points the way unto the springs of life.

BENEDICTUS:

    Another man strives to the temple's light;
    Though not at once will he approach its doors
    And seek for entrance to this hallowed spot.
    Throughout a life of studious research
    He planted germs of thought in his soul-depths.
    And so perforce the spirit-light went forth
    To ripen them outside our temple's doors.
    'Twas given him to know his present life
    To be the product of a former one
    Lived in a time that now hath long gone by.
    Now he can see the errors of that life
    And realize what their result will be,
    But lacketh power, those duties to fulfil,
    Which through self-knowledge he can recognize.

ROMANUS:

    Capesius shall, through the temple's power,
    Learn how a man must, in a single life,
    Take up a load of duties which demand
    For their entire accomplishment the space
    Of many lives of earthly pilgrimage.
    So casting fear aside he will admit
    That ancient errors with their consequence
    Pursue the soul e'en past the gate of death.
    Nor shall he then be vanquished in the fight
    By which the spirit-portals are flung wide
    If eye to eye, undaunted, he shall brave
    The Guardian of the Threshold of that realm.
    To him shall by that guardian be revealed
    That none may climb up to the heights of life
    Who fears to look on destiny's decrees.
    His insight will admit with courage then
    That of self-knowledge suffering is the fruit
    For which she knows no words of comforting.
    Will shall become his comrade on the way
    Which faceth boldly all that may befall,
    And, heartened by a draught from hope's clear spring,
    Endures the pain of widening consciousness.

BENEDICTUS:

    Ye have, my brothers, at this present hour,--
    True servants of the temple that ye are,--
    Set forth the ways in Wisdom's outlines drawn
    By which these two who seek the spirit-truth
    Shall have their souls brought to their goal by you.
    Yet other work the temple-service claims.
    Here by our side the Lord of Wishes stands;
    He can be present in this holy place
    Because Johannes' soul unbarred for him
    The gates which he would otherwise find barred.
    The brother who is our initiate
    Lacks for the moment courage to withstand
    With power the words that from the darkness rise.
    The powers of good can only strengthen him
    When on their opposite they test themselves.
    'Twill not be long ere he again appears
    Here in this temple, compassed by our love.
    Yet must his spirit-treasure guarded be
    Now that he must descend into the dark.

(Turning to Lucifer.)

    Thee must I now address who not for long
    Canst occupy the ground where thou dost stand.
    The temple's power can at the present time
    Not yet release Johannes from thy grasp.
    In times to come he will be ours again,
    When those fruits of our sister shall be ripe
    Whose blossoms we already see unfold.

(Maria appears.)

    She could behold in bygone earthly lives
    How closely linked Johannes was to her.
    He followed after her so long ago
    As in these days when she would fain oppose
    The light whose humble handmaid now she is.
    When soul-links prove themselves so staunchly true
    As to outlast the spirit's wanderings
    Then shall the Lord of Wishes find his power
    Unable to effect a severance.

LUCIFER:

    But Benedictus' will itself compelled
    Johannes' and Maria's souls to part.
    And wheresoe'er men from each other part
    There is the field made ready for my power.
    I ever work for separateness of soul,
    To set the earth-life free, and for all time
    To break its servitude to cosmic chains.
    Maria's being, in monastic garb,
    Turned from its father yonder soul away
    That now is dweller in Johannes' form.
    This too hath caused some germs of mine to sprout
    Which I shall surely bring to ripening.

MARIA (turning to Lucifer):

    In human nature there are springs of love
    To which thy power can never penetrate.
    They are unsealed when faults of former lives--
    A load unwittingly assumed by man,--
    Are in a later life by spirit seen,
    And by the free-will of self-sacrifice
    Transformed to earthly action, which shall tend
    To bear fruit for the real good of man.
    The powers of destiny have granted me
    The vision which can penetrate the past;
    Already too have I received the signs
    So to direct my free-will sacrifice
    That good may pour therefrom for every soul
    Whose thread of life shall have to twine with mine
    Throughout the evolution of this earth.
    I saw how in its earthly frame of yore
    Johannes' soul turned from his sire away,
    And saw the forces that compelled myself
    To make the son repel the father's heart.
    Thus is the father now opposed to me
    To bring to mind my own offence of old.
    Plainly he speaks in cosmic language clear
    Whose symbols are the actions of man's life.
    That which I set between the sire and son
    Must reappear, though in another form
    In this my life in which Johannes' soul
    Hath once again been closely knit to mine.
    The suffering which I had to undergo
    In severing Johannes from myself
    Was but my own act's fated consequence.
    If now my soul is faithful to the light
    Which from the spirit-forces comes to it,
    It will be strengthened by the services
    Which it may render to Capesius
    In this sore stress of his life-pilgrimage.
    And with such forces, similarly won,
    Will also learn to see Johannes' star
    When he, by fetters of desire misled
    Treads not the way illumined by the light.
    The spirit-vision which hath led me back
    To distant days on earth will teach me now
    How I must deal with soul-links at this time
    So that life-powers unconsciously prepared
    Shall henceforth work awakened for man's weal.

BENEDICTUS:

    In olden days on earth was formed a knot
    Of threads which Karma spins world-fashioning.
    Three human lives are interwoven there,
    And now upon this fateful knot there shines
    This holy temple's lofty spirit-light.
    'Tis thee, Maria, I must now address;
    Of these three souls at this time thou alone
    Art present at the place of sacrifice.
    May this light operate within thyself
    And turn to welfare those creative powers
    Which once upon a time thy life-threads wove
    Fast in a life-knot with those other two.
    The father could not in his former life
    His son's heart find; but now in other scenes
    The spirit-seeker will accompany
    Thy friend's self on its way to spirit-land.
    And thine is now the duty to maintain
    Johannes' soul in light by thine own force.
    Once didst thou hold it in so fast a bond
    That it could only blindly follow thee.
    Thou didst then give it back its liberty,
    When still it clung to thee in fancy fond.
    But thou shalt once more find it, when, self-willed,
    It wins its individuality.
    If thy soul to that light holds ever true
    Which powers from spirit-realms bestow on thee,
    Johannes' soul will thirst to drink of thine
    E'en where the Lord of all Desire holds sway;
    And through the love which holds it bound to thee
    It will regain the path to light on high.
    For ever must a living being strive
    Through light or darkness, which hath once beheld
    And known the heights of spirit in its soul.
    It hath drawn breath from cosmic distances
    Of air that pulseth with immortal life,
    And living raiseth all our human kind
    From its soul depths up to the sunshine's heights.

Curtain









THE GUARDIAN OF THE THRESHOLD


SUMMARY OF THE SCENES


Scene 1: The ante-chamber to the rooms of the Mystic League. The
reincarnated country folk have been invited to attend a meeting here.

Scene 2: The same. Thomasius is invited to join the league and receive
the blessing of the Rosy Cross. He declines on the ground that he
has undertaken other work inconsistent with the objects of the league.

Scene 3: The kingdom of Lucifer.

    The challenge:
    Lucifer: 'I mean to fight.'
    Benedictus: 'And fighting serve the gods.'

Scene 4: The house of Strader and his wife Theodora. (Lucifer at
work.) Theodora's painful vision of Thomasius.

Scene 5: The house of the Baldes. Strader's vision of his wife Theodora
who has recently died. Capesius as a medium.

Scene 6: The groves of Lucifer and Ahriman and their creatures who
dance. Dame Balde's fable.

Scene 7: The Guardian of the Threshold.

Scene 8: The kingdom of Ahriman. The reincarnated country folk come
here unconsciously at night. Strader comes consciously.

Scene 9: The home of Benedictus, overlooking a factory town. The law
of number.

Scene 10: The Temple of the Mystic League. The admission of Thomasius
and others.






PERSONS, APPARITIONS, AND EVENTS


The spiritual and psychic experiences of the characters, sketched in
this series of scenic pictures called 'The Guardian of the Threshold,'
are a continuation of those which appeared before in my life pictures
called 'The Portal of Initiation' and 'The Soul's Probation,' and are
supposed to take place about fifteen years later than the occurrences
in 'The Portal of Initiation.'

The three plays together form an organic whole.

In 'The Guardian of the Threshold' the following persons and beings
appear:

I. Representatives of the Element of Spirit:

    1. Benedictus. Leader of the Temple of the Sun and the teacher of
       a number of people who appear in 'The Guardian of the
       Threshold.'
    2. Hilary True-to-God, Grand Master of the Mystic League,
       represented in a former incarnation in 'The Soul's Probation'
       as the Grand Master of a Mystic Brotherhood.
    3. Johannes Thomasius, a pupil of Benedictus, sometimes called
       Johannes and sometimes Thomasius.

II. Representatives of the Element of Sacrifice:

    4. Magnus Bellicosus, Preceptor of the Mystic League, known as
       Germanus in 'The Portal of Initiation.'
    5. Albertus Torquatus, Master of the Ceremonies in the Mystic
       League, known as Theodosius in 'The Portal of Initiation.'
    6. Professor Capesius.

III. Representatives of the Element of Will:

    7. Frederick Trustworthy, Master of the Ceremonies in the Mystic
       League. The Reincarnation of the Second Master of the Ceremonies
       of the Spirit-Brotherhood in 'The Soul's Probation'; and known
       as 'Romanus' in 'The Portal of Initiation.'
    8. Theodora, a Seeress, in whom the Element of Will is changed
       into a simple gift of prophecy.
    9. Doctor Strader.

IV. The Representatives of the Element of Soul:

    10. Maria, a pupil of Benedictus.
    11. Felix Balde.
    12. Dame Felicia, his wife.

V. Beings from the Spirit World:

    Lucifer.
    Ahriman.

VI. Beings of the Element of Human Spirit:

    The Double of Thomasius.
    The Soul of Theodora.
    The Guardian of the Threshold.
    Philia  }  The spiritual beings through whose agency the human
    Astrid  }  soul forces are connected with the Cosmos.
    Luna    }
    The Other Philia, the spiritual being who hinders the union of
    the soul-powers with the Cosmos.
    The Voice of Conscience.

These spiritual beings are not intended to be allegorical or symbolic,
but realities, who to spiritual perception are exactly like physical
persons.

The following persons are the reincarnations of the twelve peasants in
'The Soul's Probation':

     1. Ferdinand Fox.
     2. Michael Nobleman.
     3. Bernard Straight.
     4. Francesca Humble.
     5. Mary Steadfast.
     6. Louisa Fear-God.
     7. Frederick Clear-Mind.
     8. Gasper Hotspur.
     9. George Candid.
    10. Mary Dauntless.
    11. Erminia Stay-at-Home.
    12. Katharine Counsel.

In 'The Guardian of the Threshold' the nature of the reincarnation is
not to be regarded as a law holding good generally, but as something
which can only happen at a turning-point of time. Hence, for example,
the incidents of Scene 8 between Strader and the twelve others are
only possible at such a period. The spiritual entities taking part
in this play are by no means to be considered as merely allegory or
symbol. For any one who recognizes the spiritual world as reality, the
beings there exist, just as much as physical men in the sense-world,
and as such they may be portrayed. Spiritual beings do not have human
form, as they are bound to have upon the stage. If the writer of these
psychic incidents in pictures considered these beings to be allegories,
he would not have represented them in the way he has done.

The systematic arrangement of the characters into groups (3 × 4)
is not intentional or in the original plan of the play; it is a
result--by way of afterthought--of the incidents, which are sketched
out quite independently, and fall naturally into such a division. It
would never have occurred to the author to include it in the original
plan; but it may be permitted to cite it here as a result.

The scheme of stage decoration is in accordance with the planetary
signs shown in Dr. Steiner's Lecture on Occult Seals and Symbols. In
Scene 2, the walls and furniture, etc., are decorated with
Dr. Steiner's architectural design for Jupiter. Scene 4 is devoted
to Venus. And Dr. Steiner's symbols for the Sun govern the little
wooden hut and all its appurtenances in Scene 5. To the other scenes
no architectural design is applicable.




The costumes are as follows:

Except when officiating as Hierophant Benedictus is in black frockcoat
and trousers. Hilary, Bellicosus, Torquatus, and Trustworthy are in
dark frockcoats etc., except when acting as officers in the Temple or
as leaders in the Mystic League. Johannes is in a dark blue velveteen
suit, short coat, breeches, and stockings. Capesius, when he is in the
soul, e.g., in Scenes 3 and 6, appears quite young, beardless, and in
flimsy blue and white robes; at other times in ordinary modern attire.

Theodora, modern with a coloured stole. Strader, modern, short brown
jacket; except in Scene 4, where he is in grey lavender.

Maria, modern with stole.

Felix Balde, a blue tunic trimmed with fur.

Felicia Balde, modern with stole.

Lucifer, flowing crimson and red robes, long golden hair, and crowned
when on his throne.

Ahriman in yellow robes.

The Guardian of the Threshold, conventional angel with a flaming sword.

Philia, Astrid, Luna, and the Other Philia, flowing muslin robes of
many colours, but Astrid is in white.

The reincarnated male peasants are in frockcoats of very brilliant
colour, crimson, chocolate, blue, etc. The trousers, coat and waistcoat
are always to match. The women are in modern costumes with stoles.

See also the notes on the costumes in the two preceding plays.









THE GUARDIAN OF THE THRESHOLD


SCENE 1


A hall with a ground tone of indigo blue. The antechamber to the
rooms in which a Mystic League carries on its work. In the centre a
large door with curtain. On each side of the door two pictures which
represent, beginning from the right of the stage, the Prophet Elijah,
John the Baptist, Raphael, the poet Novalis. There are present,
in a lively conversation twelve Persons, who in one way or another
take an interest in the activities of the League. Beside them: Felix
Balde and Doctor Strader.

FOX:

    A most unusual summons 'tis indeed,
    That draws us here together at this time.
    It comes from men, who ever hold that they,
    From all Earth's other children separate,
    Are honoured with a special spirit-aim.
    Their spirit-eyes shall now, however, see
    That in the world's plan they must be bound close
    With men whose spirit is unconsecrate;
    Who face life's fight in their own strength alone.
    I ne'er felt drawn towards such spirit-ways
    As find their chief resource in secrecy,
    And only care to hold fast to sound thought,
    And to the commonsense of human minds.
    This Spirit-League by which we now are called
    Means not through this same call that we should be
    Initiated in its higher aims.
    It will thro' mystic dim word-portraiture
    Keep us but in the Temple's outer courts;
    And use our powers but as the people's voice--
    A cunning plan to strengthen its own will.
    So shall we merely be the helpers blind
    Of men who from the spirit heights above,
    Look down to lead us on with beckoning hand.
    They do not hold that we are ready yet
    Even to take one step that might lead on
    Toward their holy Temple's treasure-house,
    Or to the spirit-light in which they dwell.
    When I observe the true state of this league
    It seems I see but pride and self-deceit
    Clothed in a prophet's robe and humble dress.
    And so 'twere surely best to shun each thing
    That here is offered us in wisdom's garb;
    That we at any rate may not appear
    To strive without due proof against the work
    Which is so highly prized by many men;
    So would I counsel you at first to hear
    What aim this wisdom-teacher hath in view
    And then to follow simple commonsense.
    Who takes such sense as guide within himself
    Will not be led astray by tempting lures
    Which from the Mystic Temple issue forth.

MICHAEL NOBLEMAN:

    I do not know, I cannot even guess
    With what strange spirit-gift these men are dowered
    Who now desire to find a bridge to us.
    But still I know well several honest men
    Within the ranks of this same Spirit-League.
    Strictly they guard the secret of the fount
    Whence this their knowledge is supposed to come;
    But that the fountain whence they drink is good,
    Their life and deeds make manifest to all.
    And all that from their circle issues forth
    Bears on its face the mark of truest love.
    So may we well believe the aim is good
    Which leads them in this special way to men,
    To whom the mystic path is strange and new,
    But in whose souls the instinct for the truth
    And honest goals of spirit-life find place.

BERNARD STRAIGHT:

    Caution would seem to me our duty now.
    I think the mystics find the time draws nigh
    Which brings an ending to their sovereign power.
    Reason will scarcely ask in future times
    What dreams of truth these holy temples had.
    If this league tells of goals of such a kind
    As have seemed wise to mankind's general thought
    Then it were good to join our lot to theirs.
    Yet he had better shun the mystic's robe
    Who only seeks to pass the portal by,
    Which, like some barrier of heavenly light,
    Shuts out his present life from other worlds.
    For in that world 'twill be of small account
    What value each shall put upon himself.
    No higher value shall each one receive
    Than universal judgment granteth him.

FRANCESCA HUMBLE:

    So much that here I needs must listen to
    Sounds like the words of those poor blinded men
    Who cannot see the noble spirit-light
    Which streams from every consecrated shrine
    In rays of wisdom to the outer world
    To comfort and to heal the souls of men.
    He only in whose heart this light doth shine,
    And pierce with warming glow his inmost soul
    Can recognize the true worth of this hour,
    Which opens up the mystic's solemn realm
    Even to those who feel themselves too weak
    To reach, through deep soul struggle, to the high
    And consecrate abodes of spirit-light.

MARY STEADFAST:

    Many sure signs show plainly much must change
    Within those souls who strive to follow close
    This guidance, in their daily life on earth;
    But little can be said which goes to prove
    That mystic ways can lead on to those ends
    Which bring strong powers into the souls of men.
    It seems to me that what our time requires
    Is leaders, who by using nature's powers
    Can join dexterity to genius,
    And working thus amidst the things of Earth
    Fulfil their purpose in the world of men.
    Such men do search for roots of spirit-work
    Deep in the mother-earth of truth itself,
    And thus are kept from idle wandering
    Along the path away from human health.
    Feeling myself possessed with this idea
    I recognize in doctor Strader's self
    The powers which for such guidance of the soul
    Are better suited than the mystics' are.
    How long hath man with sorrow had to feel
    That thro' the great inventions of technique
    Full many a fetter has been riveted
    On the free spirit-instinct in his soul.
    But now a hope doth rise within the breast
    Whereof none heretofore can e'er have dreamed.
    In Strader's workshops we can see, in small,
    The working of those wonders, which, in great
    Shall soon transform the meaning of technique
    And free its shoulders from that heavy load
    Which in our day doth weigh on many souls.

STRADER:

    Indeed such words as these are full of hope
    About my seemingly successful work.
    'Tis true there yet remains the bridge to pass
    Between experiment and actual use,
    But still the eye of science up till now
    Can only see that it is possible
    That in technique the proof of all things lies.
    The author of this work may be allowed
    To speak here freely of the hopes he hath
    As to the service it may render man.
    He begs to be forgiven any words
    That sound vainglorious to the general ear;
    They only shadow forth the feelings whence
    The strength for this work flows into his soul.
    We see how in man's daily life on earth
    The workings of emotion and the soul
    Disperse and lapse into a soulless state
    The more the spirit masters all the powers
    That it can find within the realm of sense.
    Each day the work grows more mechanical,
    Which makes for worth in life; and through such work
    Man's life itself becomes mechanical.
    Most likely much once held as burdensome
    May now be proved of service to mankind.
    So that the art and work of cold technique
    May no more lame the soul-life of mankind
    Nor prove a hindrance to true spirit-aims.
    But little was achieved through all this strife
    In which one question only seemed of weight,
    How man should act towards his fellow-men.
    I have myself spent many a solemn hour
    In thinking out this riddle of man's life.
    But ever did I find such thought produced
    No fruit of any value for real life.
    I felt myself draw near the bitter thought
    That cosmic fate hath foreordained the lot
    That victory in this material realm
    Must ever be to spirit-paths a foe.
    Release from this bewilderment of thought
    Was brought me by a seeming accident.
    It was my lot to make experiments
    In matters from such questions far removed;
    When suddenly there flashed across my mind
    A thought which showed me where the right path lay.
    Test followed close on test, until at last
    Such powers were gathered there in front of me,
    As in their full expression shall some day
    Through pure technique that freedom bring to man,
    In which his soul may find development.
    No more shall men be forced to dream away
    Their whole existence plant-like, fashioning
    In narrow factory rooms unlovely things.
    The powers of technique will be so unveiled
    That every man shall have what he may need
    To keep him in his work, in his own home
    Arranged by him, as he may think it best.
    I thought it well to speak first of this hope
    So that it may not seem quite out of place
    To say, what I must say, about this call
    Which now the Rosicrucian Brotherhood
    Issues to men who stand outside their league.
    'Tis only when a human soul unfolds
    And finds its own true being in itself
    That those fine instincts, which from endless time
    Draw spirits each to each, can have full scope.
    And therefore, only he will think aright
    Who recognizes that this call conforms
    To signs, which we have learned to know full well.
    The brotherhood in future will bestow
    Its highest treasures freely on mankind
    Because all men must learn to long for them.

FELIX BALDE:

    The words just spoken have been wrung from out
    A soul, which hath been given to our times
    To grace the realms of sense with life's true worth.
    And in this field I doubt if any one
    With doctor Strader could compete today.
    But I myself trod very different paths
    To find out what is needful for the soul.
    So I, too, beg your leave to speak a word.
    Fate hath made clear to me that I must search
    Among those treasures, which disclose themselves
    To every man within his inmost soul.
    Therein I seemed to find true wisdom's light
    Which can full well illuminate life's worth.
    The mystic pupilship was given me
    In solitude and contemplation deep.
    And thus I learned that all that makes man lord
    Of this strong realm of sense, doth only serve
    To blind his being, and condemn mankind
    To search in darkness for the way of life.
    Aye, e'en those gems of knowledge which the use
    Of reason and of sense hath found on earth,
    Are but faint gropings in a darkened realm.
    I know it is the mystic way alone
    That can direct our steps to life's true light.
    Myself I stood upon that path of truth
    As one who strives without a helping hand;
    But all men cannot struggle thus alone.
    The knowledge gained by sense and intellect
    Seems like a body left without a soul
    When it doth set itself defiantly
    Against the light that since Earth's dawn hath streamed
    From sacred temples of true mystery.
    Ye therefore ought in gratitude to grasp
    The hand that beckons from the Temple now
    Upon whose threshold roses full of light
    Girdle significant the sign of death.

LOUISA FEAR-GOD:

    A man who feels the worth of his own soul
    Can but rely upon his own ideas,
    If he desire to know the spirit-worlds
    And find himself therein in very truth.
    Whoe'er can give himself, with blindfold faith,
    To outside guidance, first must lose himself.
    Aye, e'en that light, which deep within himself
    A man may feel as highest wisdom's power
    Claims spirit-recognition only when
    Its truth admits of proof within itself.
    This light may be a danger to a man
    If he draws near thereto without such proof.
    For often on this path the soul appears
    But as some picture, drawn from cosmic depths,
    Springing from out its own unconscious wish.

FREDERICK CLEAR-MIND:

    Fully to understand the mystic way
    Each man must trace its impulse in himself.
    Who, ere he enters on the search, doth form
    In his own soul a picture of the goal,
    Whereto that search must lead, is sure to find
    Instead of truth, delusion's fantasy.
    For, we may say, that each true mystic should
    Thus hold himself toward the goal of truth
    As one who from a mountain-top would gaze
    Upon the beauty of a distant view.
    He waits till he has gained the utmost height
    Before he tries to picture all the scene
    Whereto his pilgrimage hath guided him.

FOX:

    At such a time as this we should not ask
    How men should hold themselves toward the truth.
    The brethren of the league will not require
    To hear about such things from men like us.
    It hath indeed already reached mine ears
    That an occurrence of a special sort
    Hath forced the league to turn and think of us.
    Thomasius, who came some years ago
    Beneath the influence of a spirit-stream,
    Which set itself to follow mystic aims,
    Hath learned just how to use such forms of thought
    As in our time compel men's confidence,
    And hang them, as a mantle, round that lore
    Which should be sacred to initiates.
    In this way he was able to succeed,
    And gain approval from both far and near
    For writings which had borrowed logic's garb
    But which, in fact, contained but mystic dreams.
    Even inquirers of acknowledged worth
    Are with the message of the man inspired
    And so lend colour to his present fame,
    Which grows, I fear, in dangerous degree.
    Initiates did dread this line of thought
    Since it must needs destroy their fixed idea
    That wisdom is their sole prerogative.
    And so they try to shelter 'neath their wing
    That which Thomasius is giving forth.
    Indeed, they wish it to appear as if
    They knew already in the years gone by
    That such a message would just now be sent
    To serve in building up their own great work.
    If they succeed now at this present time
    In drawing us with craft into their net,
    They will make clear unto the world at large
    That powers of destiny did wisely send
    Thomasius with his message at this time
    So that belief in their significance
    Might with the commonsense of man combine.

GASPER HOTSPUR:

    This Mystic League is bold to make the claim
    That it alone must ever guide mankind:
    It proves thereby what small account it takes
    Of all that can be won for man's true weal
    Just by sound commonsense, for we may say
    That 'tis now proved that nature and the soul
    Can be explained as things mechanical.
    And 'tis indeed a check to all free thought
    That doctor Strader with so clear a brain,
    Should countenance this mystic fallacy.
    Who thus doth master powers mechanical
    Should not indeed lack insight, and we know
    That ere we gain true knowledge of the soul
    All mystic leanings needs must be destroyed.
    Yet this false science, which Thomasius
    Is giving forth today to all the world,
    Enables e'en extreme sagacity
    To reconcile itself with wildest dreams,
    When once it falls a victim to that snare.
    If through strict training in the way of thought,
    Most natural to man, Thomasius
    Had for this work of his prepared himself,
    Instead of studying the mystic art,
    He might have plucked full many a noble fruit
    From wisdom's tree through his own inborn gifts.
    Instead of which upon the way he chose
    Naught but disastrous error could occur.
    No doubt the brotherhood may like to think
    Such error can be turned to their account.
    It finds acceptance, since it seeks to show
    That science now hath giv'n souls strong proof
    Of knowledge only found in dreams before.

GEORGE CANDID:

    That it is possible to speak such words
    As we have just been forced with pain to hear,
    Shows clearly how that insight which flows forth
    From spirit-life hath scarce indeed begun
    To grow at all 'midst all our modern thoughts.
    Turn your eyes backward o'er the flight of time
    And see what things lived in the souls of men
    Before the science which is now in flower
    Was even able to reveal its seed.
    Then you will find that this same Mystic League
    Doth but today fulfil a work which then
    Was traced beforehand in the cosmic scheme.
    We had to wait until Thomasius
    Had finished this great work he had in hand.
    The way is new by which the spirit-light
    Illuminates through him the souls of men.
    And yet this light did ever work in all
    That men have dared to make upon the Earth.
    But where, then, was the source of all this light
    Which, tho' souls knew it not, could shine so clear?
    We find all signs point to the mystic art,
    Which dwelt in secret consecrated shrines,
    Before mankind let reason be its guide.
    The Spirit League which now hath called us here
    Will gladly let the mystic light stream forth
    On that bold work, which out of human thought
    Strives to perfection in the spirit-world.
    And we, who, in this hour so big with fate,
    May stay awhile on consecrated ground,
    Shall be the first who, uninitiate,
    Shall see the torch of God from spirit-heights
    Leap down into the depths of human souls.

MARY DAUNTLESS:

    Thomasius, indeed, needs not the shield,
    The Rose-Cross Brothers have in mind for him,
    If in an earnest scientific way
    He can portray the pathway of the soul
    Through many earthly lives and spirit-realms.
    This work hath now revealed the light on high,
    To which they say the mystic temples lead,
    E'en unto men who erstwhile had to shun
    The very threshold of such sacred shrines.
    Such recognition doth he well deserve
    As he already hath so richly found
    Because he gave that freedom unto thought,
    Which was denied it by the mystic schools.

ERMINIA STAY-AT-HOME:

    The Rose-Cross Brothers can in future live
    But in the recollection of mankind.
    That which they call for, at this very time
    Will soon gain consciousness of its own power
    And undermine the Temple's fundaments.
    They boldly wish to join in future days
    Reason and science to their sacred shrine.
    Thomasius, therefore, whom so willingly
    They now admit into their Temple's midst
    Will count hereafter as their conqueror.

STRADER:

    I have been sorely blamed because I think
    That he acts well, who holds himself prepared
    To further, in close union with the league,
    The work which through Thomasius is fulfilled.
    One speaker took objection to my views
    And held I ought to know how dangerous
    The mystic's true soul-searching may become.
    I often felt I best could understand
    The spirit-way when I gave up myself
    Completely to the influence binding me
    To mechanisms which I made myself.
    The way in which I stood toward my works
    Hath shown the meaning of the sacred shrine.
    And while I was at work, I often thought:
    'How do I seem to one who only tries
    To understand the working of those powers
    Which I put into things mechanical?
    And yet what might I be unto a soul
    To whom I might reveal myself in love?'
    I have to thank such thoughts as these that now
    The learning which from mystic circles springs
    Reveals itself to me in its true light.
    And so, though not initiate, I know
    That souls of gods can in the sacred shrine
    Reveal themselves in love to human souls.

KATHARINE COUNSEL:

    The noble words which doctor Strader speaks
    About the sacred shrines must surely find
    An echo in those souls which stand without
    The gates through which initiates may pass,
    But yet are counted worthy to receive
    The lore initiates do strive to teach:
    It is not difficult to understand
    Why our forefathers held to the belief
    That mystics were the enemies of light.
    It even was denied their souls to guess
    What hidden secrets lay within the shrine.
    All this is changed today. The Mystic Light
    Is not entirely hid, but tells the world
    As much as uninitiate folk may know.
    And many souls, who have received this light
    And been revived thereby, have felt forthwith
    A rousing up of soul-powers, which before
    Worked in them, as in sleep, unconsciously.

(Three knocks are heard.)

FELIX BALDE:

    The owners of this place will soon approach
    And ye will hear what they desire to say.
    But if ye wish to understand their words
    And to receive through them the light yourselves
    Ye must not by pre-judgment blind yourselves.
    The power of the initiates will now
    Prove itself mighty, wheresoe'er it finds
    Good hearts and wills prepared to offer up
    Erroneous fancies to the light of truth;
    But where the will hath grown through error hard
    And thus hath slain the sense of truth itself,
    This power will there be proved of none effect.

FOX:

    Such words as these might be of use to one
    Who through self-contemplation did desire
    To find himself within his inmost soul.
    But at the first appearance of this league
    'Twere better to hold fast to those reports
    About this kind of spirit-brotherhood,
    Which may be credited historically.
    From them we see that very many men
    Have been enticed into the holy shrine
    By secret words, which led them to believe
    That in these temples, step by step, the soul
    Could from the lowliest grades of wisdom rise
    Up to the heights where spirit-sight is gained.
    Who followed such inducement soon perceived
    That in the lower grades he could see signs
    Whose purport offered him much food for thought.
    He dared to hope that in the higher grades
    The meaning of these signs would be disclosed,
    And wisdom be revealed: but when he reached
    Those higher grades himself, he found instead
    That masters knew but little of those signs
    And did but speak about the world and life--
    Nothing but meaningless and barren words.
    If he was not deceived by these same words
    Nor yet was tricked by their futility,
    He turned himself away from such pursuits.
    And so at this time 'tis perhaps of use
    To listen to the judgment of the past
    As well as unto edifying speech.

(Again three knocks are heard.)

(The curtain is drawn back, and there enter the Grand Master of the
Mystic League, Hilary True-to-God; after him, Magnus Bellicosus,
the Second Preceptor; Albertus Torquatus, the First Master of the
Ceremonies; and Frederick Trustworthy, the Second Master of the
Ceremonies. The persons who were before assembled group themselves
on each side of the hall.)

FREDERICK TRUSTWORTHY:

    Dear friends, this moment, when we join us first
    At this our temple's ancient holy gates
    Is most significant for you and us.
    The call which we have given to you now
    Was strongly laid upon us by the signs
    Which our Grand Master could discern full well
    In the wise plan of earth's development.
    There it is very plainly shadowed forth
    That at this time the service wise and true
    Of this our sacred Temple must unite
    With universal commonsense of man,
    Which seeks for truth far off from mystic paths.
    Yet in the plan were also signs to show
    That ere this consummation could be reached,
    A man must first arise who understood
    How to bring knowledge, built on commonsense
    And reason only, into such a form
    As truly to comprise the spirit-world;
    This now hath happened. To Thomasius
    The lot has fallen to produce a work
    Based on that very science, which today
    All men demand. This work in their own tongue
    Doth bring full proof of spirit-worth, which men
    Could only find in mystic paths before,
    And in the temples of initiates.
    This work will now become the fetter firm
    That you with us unites in spirit-life;
    Through it will ye be able to discern
    How firm the base on which our teaching rests.
    And through it, too, ye will receive the power
    To take from us that knowledge with free will
    Which is confined to mystic paths alone
    And so, in living fruitfulness, that Life
    Can now unfold itself, which doth unite
    The universal commonsense of man
    With all the customs of the sacred shrine.

MAGNUS BELLICOSUS:

    Our brother's words have made it clear to you,
    That we have been induced by solemn signs
    To call you to the Threshold of our Shrine.
    The Master soon will speak to you and show
    The deeper reasons for thus calling you.
    But first I must, so far as may be meet,
    Tell you of this great man, whose work hath made
    Our present union possible today.
    Thomasius gave himself to painting's art
    Until he felt an inward spirit-call
    To take up science as his work in life.
    His gifts which were so great and so unique
    Within the region of the painter's art,
    Were first developed when he passed within
    The spheres devoted to true mystic lore,
    These led him to the Master, and, through him,
    He learnt the first steps in that world of truth
    Where wisdom teaches spiritual sight.
    Upborne to spirit-heights and thus infilled
    With great creative power, he painted then
    Pictures, which seem indeed like living men.
    That which would soon have driven other men
    To strive amain toward the highest goal
    Upon the beaten track of art--all this
    Was but a fresh incentive to his brain
    To use hard-won success in such a way
    As might prove best for welfare of mankind.
    He saw full well that spirit-science must
    First find a firm foundation, and for this
    The sense for science and strict reasoning
    Must be released from mania for set form
    Through contact with an artist mind, and gain
    The inward strength to realize the truth
    Of world-relationship in life and deed.
    And so Thomasius hath offered up,
    A willing off'ring to humanity,
    The artist-power, he might have used himself.
    O friends, read ye aright this man's true soul
    And understand the call which now we give
    And hesitate no more to follow it.

HILARY TRUE-TO-GOD:

    In that same Spirit's Name, which is revealed
    To souls within our sacred shrine, we come
    To men who until now might never hear
    The word which here doth secretly sound forth.
    Those Powers which guide the purpose of our Earth
    Could not in its beginning be revealed
    To all humanity in their full light.
    As in the body of a child, the powers
    Through which it learns to act and use its mind,
    Must gradually ripen, and grow strong;
    So must humanity unfold itself
    As one great whole throughout its earthly course.
    The impulse in the soul which later on
    Might worthy prove to gaze on spirit-light
    In higher worlds, first lived in atrophy.
    Yet in the Earth's beginning there were sent
    From out the higher kingdoms of real life
    Exalted spirit-beings, who might act
    As wise instructors of humanity.
    In mystic holy shrines did they employ
    Those mighty spirit powers, which were poured forth
    In secret into souls which could know nought
    Of their exalted leaders or their work.
    Then later from the ranks of men themselves
    These masters wise could choose for pupils those
    Who by well-tested lives of self-denial
    Had proved that they were ripe to be ordained
    Into the mystic aims and wisdom's lore.
    And when the pupils of those early seers
    Could guard in worthy way the good and true,
    Then those sublime instructors turned their steps
    Back to their own especial realms of life.
    These pupils of the gods then chose out men
    Who might succeed them in the guardianship
    Of spirit-treasures; and in such a way
    The treasures were passed on from age to age.
    Until the present time all mystic schools,
    If they are such in truth, have really sprung
    From that which first was founded from on high.
    Humbly we cherish in this very place
    That which our fathers handed down to us.
    We do not ever speak about the dues,
    Which through our office we inherited,
    But only of the favour shown to us
    By those great spirit-powers, who chose weak men
    As mediators, and entrusted them
    With treasures which bring forth the spirit-light
    In souls of men: and 'tis our lot, dear friends,
    To open to you now this treasured store.
    For signs which in the plan of all the worlds
    Can clearly be discerned by spirit-eyes
    Show most propitious at this very time.

FOX:

    From distant worlds, it seems, the reasons come
    Which should convince us that 'twere meet that we
    Should join ourselves to you, and in this way
    Should be the first to give the impetus
    To this great work Thomasius gives the world.
    However grand what thou hast spoken sounds,
    It cannot drown in hearts of homely men
    The thought that such a work will take effect
    Through its own power, if it should prove to hold
    Within itself what souls of men require.
    If this work prove important, it will be,
    Not through the things the mystics offer us,
    But since true science comes to the support
    Of spirit-knowledge, and doth prove it true.
    If this be really so, what use is there,
    If mystic approbation paves the way,
    And not th' intrinsic merit of the work?

ALBERTUS TORQUATUS:

    The science which is opening on the world
    From such foundations as Thomasius laid
    Will neither gain nor lose through such applause
    As we or ye may choose to render it.
    And yet thereby a way can now be found
    By which mankind may study mystic lore.
    It would accomplish only half its work
    If it should show the goal, but not the road.
    And now it rests with you to understand
    That now at last the moment hath arrived
    For reason and the mystic path to join;
    And to the spirit-life of this our world
    To give thereby the power which can but work
    When it reveals itself in season due.

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SCENE 2


The same. The persons who were at first assembled have left,
with the exception of Felix Balde and Dr. Strader, who remain with
Hilary True-to-God, the Grand Master; Magnus Bellicosus, the Second
Preceptor; Albertus Torquatus, the First Master of the Ceremonies;
Frederick Trustworthy, the Second Master of the Ceremonies; Maria;
and Johannes Thomasius.

HILARY:

    My son, what thou hast perfected must now
    Within this holy place receive the seal,
    Which sacred and primeval knowledge gives,
    Besides the blessing of the Rosy Cross.
    What thou hast brought the world must be through us
    Unto the Spirit offered, that it may
    Bear fruit in all the worlds, where power of man
    Can be made use of for world-fashioning.

BELLICOSUS:

    That thou might'st give unto the world this work
    Thou had'st to part for many years with much
    That in thine inmost soul thou loved'st best.
    There stood a spirit-teacher at thy side,
    Who went from thee, so that thy human soul
    Might perfectly unfold its powers in thee.
    Thou wast in closest touch with one dear friend;
    She also left thee, for thou had'st to learn
    That which men only learn when they are set
    To follow out their soul's powers in themselves.
    With courage hast thou passed through this ordeal.
    That which was taken from thee for thy good
    Is, for thy good, restored to thee anew.
    Thy friend stands here before thee: in the shrine
    She waits for thee to follow out our wish.
    Soon, thou wilt meet thy teacher once again.
    These friends, who on our temple's threshold stand,
    Desire to join with us in greeting thee,
    As one who brings great knowledge here with him.

FELIX BALDE (to Thomasius):

    The mystic art which heretofore aspired
    Through inward contemplation toward the light,
    Will through thine act be able now to work
    Through knowledge gained within the world of sense.

STRADER (to Thomasius):

    Those souls who after spirit-knowledge strive
    While life still unto matter binds them fast,
    Will now through thee find out a road by which
    They can attain the light in their own way.

THOMASIUS:

    Exalted Master, and ye, honoured sirs!
    Ye think to see before you now a man
    Who, through the Spirit's power and earnest strife,
    Was able to produce the work you praise
    And can acknowledge with your fostering care.
    Ye think that he will certainly succeed
    In reconciling science of today
    With ever-ancient sacred mystic art.
    And truly were there anything besides
    The voice of mine own soul, which could instil
    Belief about it into me, I think
    It well might be your words....

TRUSTWORTHY:

                                The Master's word
    Doth but express that which without a doubt
    Thou feelest in thy soul. There is no need
    To strengthen what thine inner voice declares.

THOMASIUS:

    Ah! were it so, most humbly would I stand
    Before you and implore that I might gain
    The temple's blessing on this work of mine.
    I used to think it so, when first I heard
    The word by which I came to understand
    That ye would take my work beneath your care
    And open gateways to me, which before
    Only initiates could e'er approach.
    But as I trod the path that led to you
    There opened out upon my soul a world
    To which, at such a time ye certainly
    Would not have wished to lead me. Ahriman
    In all his greatness stood before me there.
    And then I saw that he it is in truth
    Who is the expert in real cosmic laws.
    What human beings think they know of him
    Is of no value. Only he can know
    Who once hath seen him in the spirit-world.
    It was from him alone that I could learn
    The truth about this work of mine in full.
    He showed how in the progress of the world
    One could not judge effects of such a work;
    Since its true progress cannot be appraised
    By those impressions men may form of it
    Who judge by science and strict logic's law.
    The final verdict cannot be pronounced
    Till creature from creator is set free,
    And, freed from him, can follow its own path
    Throughout the courses of the spirit-life.
    Yet now the work is so bound up with me
    That it is possible that I might turn
    That which I guide back from the spirit-realms
    To something evil, even though it were
    Good in itself and in its working power.
    I must myself from out the spirit-world
    Send forth afar my influence on all
    Which shows itself on Earth as the result
    Of that which I have brought forth from my mind.
    And if I should let evil issue forth
    From out the spirit-world, through these results,
    Then would the truth do damage greater far
    Than error, for men follow after truth
    According to their insight, error not.
    I shall for certain at some future time
    Turn the results of this my act to ill
    For Ahriman hath clearly shewn to me
    That these results must all belong to him.
    While I was at my work, and filled with joy
    That it should lead me with such certain tread
    Step after step, up truth's great pyramid,
    I only noticed in my soul that part
    Which lent itself to help me in my search;
    And all the rest I left without a guard.
    All those wild impulses, which formerly
    Were but in bud, could now in quietude
    Bloom forth and ripen into full grown fruits.
    I thought I dwelt in highest spirit-realms,
    But was in truth in deepest night of soul.
    It was the strength of these same impulses
    Which showed me clearly Ahriman's own realm.
    And so I know the effect that I shall have,
    For in the future all these impulses
    Will go to form my personality.
    Before I took this work in hand, I gave
    Myself to Lucifer, because I wished
    To learn to know and understand his realm.
    Now know I, what I could not see before
    When I was lost entirely in my work,
    That he it was who wove around my thought
    Those beauteous pictures, which within my soul
    Brought forth wild impulses, which silent now
    Will surely one day gain control of me.

TRUSTWORTHY:

    How can one who hath reached such spirit-heights
    And knows all this for certain, yet believe
    That he hath no escape from evil left?
    Why, thou canst see where danger for thee lies;
    And so canst crush it, and with courage save
    Thyself, and the results of thy great work:
    A spirit-pupil is in duty bound
    To kill what hinders progress in himself.

THOMASIUS:

    I see, thou judgest not by cosmic laws,
    I could e'en now fulfil what thou dost wish
    And I myself could quite well tell myself
    In this same hour all that thou tellest me.
    But that which Karma now doth let me do
    Will not in future be permissible.
    For things must come which will o'ershadow me
    And darken all my spirit, till I turn
    To that which I described to thee just now.
    Then as the world progresses I will seize
    With greed on anything that's in my work
    Which can be used for harm, and all of this
    I will embody in my spirit-life.
    Then I shall have to love great Ahriman
    And joyfully to his possession give
    All that I have derived from earthly life.

(Pause, during which Thomasius meditates deeply.)

    If all alone I could encounter this,
    And bear it also in my soul alone,
    I could await with fullest peace of mind
    All that was destined for me on my way.
    But it will harm your league as much as me.
    Whatever bad shall follow from my work
    Both for myself and other souls of men,
    Will find its balance through just Karma's law.
    The fact that ye fell victims to this fault
    Makes it far harder for the life of earth,
    Since ye are leaders in this self-same life
    And ought to read the spirit-worlds aright.
    Ye ought not to have failed to notice then
    That it was someone else, and not myself
    Who should have had the doing of this work.
    Ye should have known it must be put aside
    For now; and later would appear again
    Through one who otherwise would guide its course.
    So by your judgment, ye deprive the league
    Of rights it ought to have, if it would still
    Direct the service of the Sacred Place.
    Because this fate for you was shown to me
    I now appear upon your threshold here.
    Knowledge would otherwise have kept me far,
    For truly I can claim no blessing now
    Upon this work, which does both good and harm.

HILARY:

    Dear brethren, that which we have just begun,
    Cannot be carried any further now.
    We must betake ourselves unto the Place
    From whence the Spirit can make known His will.

(Hilary leaves the hall with Bellicosus, Torquatus, and
Trustworthy. Doctor Strader and Felix Balde also leave. Only Maria
and Thomasius are left.)

(The hall grows dark. After a short pause the three Spirit-forms
Philia, Astrid, and Luna appear in a cloud of light, and group
themselves so that they completely hide Maria. The following is a
spirit-experience of Thomasius.)

PHILIA:

    The soul is athirst
    To drink of the light
    Which flows from the worlds,
    An all-caring will
    Hides close from mankind.
    But eagerly seeks
    The spirit to hear
    The language divine
    Which wisdom in love
    Doth hide from the heart.
    For danger surrounds
    The thoughts that would search
    In realms of the soul,
    Where secret things rule
    The senses from far.

ASTRID:

    Yet souls are enlarged,
    Which follow the light
    And work through the worlds
    Which bold spirit-sight
    Reveals to mankind.
    The spirit doth strive
    Enraptured to live
    In realms of the gods
    Which wisdom benign
    Makes known to the seer.
    There mysteries beckon
    The bold keen desire
    To win those new worlds
    Which far from man's thought
    Deep secrets conceal.

LUNA:

    It ripens the soul
    To picture the sight
    Whence powers will spring forth
    Which will, reft of fear,
    Doth kindle in man.
    The ransoming powers
    From primeval depths
    Bring magical might
    That sense cannot know,
    Close barriered in earth.
    And traces are there
    That each searching soul
    May find out the gate
    Fast closed by the gods
    'Gainst erring desire.

THE VOICE OF CONSCIENCE (invisible):

    Now totter thy thoughts
    In Being's abyss;
    And what was lent as help to them,
    Thou now hast lost.
    And what shone as the sun for them
    For thee is quenched.
    Alone in cosmic depths thou wanderest,
    Which men intoxicated with desire
    Would seek to win.
    Thou tremblest in the fundaments of growth
    Where men must learn to be bereft of all
    Comfort of soul....

(The last words run straight on into the following ones spoken by
Maria, who is still hidden by the Spirit-forms and cannot be seen. She
speaks at first in a ghostly inward voice.)

MARIA:

    So blend thy soul
    To powers of love
    Which once could penetrate her with the hope
    Of living warmth,
    Which once could all her will illuminate
    With spirit-light.
    Rescue from loneliness
    The powers of heart that seek
    And feel the nearness of thy friend
    In the darkness of thy strife.

(The Spirit-forms vanish with the cloud of light. Maria becomes visible
in her old place. Maria and Thomasius are alone, standing opposite each
other. From now onwards the experiences are on the physical plane.)

THOMASIUS (rousing himself from deep meditation):

    Where was I even now? My powers of soul
    Unveiled the conflict of my inner-self;
    The conscience of the world revealed to me
    What I had lost; and then as blessing came
    The voice of Love within the darksome realm.

MARIA:

    Johannes, the companion of thy soul
    May once again be present at thy side,
    And follow thee to earth's primeval depths,
    Where souls can win perception e'en as gods,
    By conquest that destroyeth, yet acquires
    By bold persistence life from seeming death.
    E'en in the ever empty fields of ice
    She may go with her friend, where he will be
    Encircled with the light which spirits form
    When darkness wounds and maims the powers of life.
    My friend, thou standest at that threshold now,
    Where man must lose what once he hath attained.
    Full many a glance thou hast toward spirit-realms
    Directed, and from them hast gained the power
    That made thee capable of thy great work.
    It seems to thee, that now that work is lost;
    Desire not then that it were otherwise,
    For such desire must rob thee of all power
    Of further progress into spirit-realms.
    Whether thou walk'st in error or in truth,
    Thou canst keep ever clear the view ahead,
    Which lets thy soul press further on its path
    If thou dost bravely bear necessities
    Imposed upon thee by the spirit-realm.
    This is the law of spirit-pupilship.
    So long as thou still harbourest the wish
    That what hath happened might be otherwise
    Thou wilt forego the power which must be thine,
    If thou dost wish to stay in spirit-land.
    That thou hast lost what thou erewhile hadst won
    Is surest sign to thee that thou may'st walk
    In safety further on the spirit-path.
    Henceforward thou must not rely upon,
    If thou in truth regardest it as lost,
    That understanding which thou hast till now
    Well-used as the criterion of thy work.
    Therefore thy being must become quite still
    And wait in silence for the spirit's gifts;
    Then only wilt thou commune with thyself
    When thou once more hast won thyself anew.
    Oft hast thou met the solemn Guardian
    Who on the Threshold keeps so strict a watch
    When spirit-life must part from world of sense;
    But past that presence hast thou never been.
    At sight of him aye didst thou turn away
    And all thy view was pictured from without....
    Ne'er in that inner world which widens out
    Beyond thee as the spirit-verity,
    Have thy steps trod: so must thou now await
    That which shall be revealed, when at my side
    Thou shalt not only to such world draw nigh,
    But shalt pass o'er the Threshold's boundary.

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SCENE 3


In Lucifer's kingdom. A space which is not enclosed by artificial
walls, but by fantastic forms which resemble plants, animals,
etc. All in various brilliant shades of red. In the background are
arranged three transparencies showing the top of Raphael's 'Disputa,'
Leonardo's 'Last Supper,' and Raphael's 'School of Athens.' These are
illuminated from the back of the stage whenever Maria or Benedictus
challenges Lucifer. At other times they are invisible. On the right,
Lucifer's throne. At first only the souls of Capesius and Maria are
present. After a time Lucifer appears, and later on Benedictus and
Thomasius, with his etheric counterpart or 'double,' and lastly,
Theodora.

MARIA:

    Thou, who within the realm of sense art named
    Capesius, I wonder why it is
    Thou art the being whom I meet the first
    In Lucifer's domain: 'tis dangerous
    When spirits of this place blow round one's head.

CAPESIUS (in astral garb):

    O speak not to me of Capesius
    Who in the kingdom of the Earth erewhile
    Strove through a life which he hath long since known
    Was but a dream. Whilst there be bent his mind
    Upon such things as ever come to pass
    As time streams on. And he had set himself
    In that way to discover all the powers
    Through which mankind fulfils its spirit-life.
    What thus he came to know about those powers
    He tried to keep deep fastened in his soul.
    Now only in this realm one understands
    To judge aright the knowledge he pursued.
    He thought the pictures he possessed were true
    And could reveal to him reality;
    But, viewed from here, they clearly show themselves
    As naught but empty dreams, which Spirit-hands
    Have woven round about weak men of Earth.
    They cannot bear the cold clear light of truth.
    They would be utterly afraid and stunned
    If they should learn how all the course of life
    Is turned by spirits after their ideas.

MARIA:

    Thou speakest as I've only heard those speak
    Who ne'er have been incarnate on the Earth.
    They tell you Earth hath no significance,
    That in the universe its work is small.
    But he who hath belonged to realms of Earth
    And owes to it the best powers that he hath,
    Will have a different tale to tell thereof.
    He finds important many threads of fate
    Which bind Earth's life to that of all the worlds.
    E'en Lucifer who works here with such power
    Must keep his gaze fixed fast upon the Earth,
    And seek to turn men's deeds in such a way
    That their results may ripen his own soul.
    He knows he'd fall a victim to the dark
    If he could find no booty on the Earth,
    And so his fate is bound up with that sphere.
    So too, with those who dwell in other worlds.
    And when the human soul can clearly see
    The cosmic goal, which Lucifer desires,
    And can compare with it what those powers wish
    Who have him as opponent to their aims,
    Then will she know that he can be destroyed
    Through conquests which she gains o'er her own self.

CAPESIUS:

    The human being who here talks with thee
    Thinks that fate dreadful, which compels him now
    To wear a body round him; which hath yet
    The breath of life and keeps its earthly form,
    Although the spirit hath no more control.
    At such a time this spirit feels indeed
    That worlds, he values, fall at one fierce blow.
    He feels himself within a prison-house
    Narrow and horrible with naught all round.
    Remembrance of the life that he passed through
    Seems, as it were, extinguished from his soul.
    At times he feels aware of human souls,
    But what they say he cannot understand;
    He only catches some especial words
    Which lift themselves from out the general talk,
    And bring remembrance of the loveliness
    Which he can gaze on in the Spirit-realms.
    He's in his body then, and yet is not;
    And lives within himself a life he fears
    When he beholds it from this region here:
    And he is longing for the time to come
    When from this body he will be set free.

MARIA:

    The body which is proper to Earth-souls
    Bears in itself the means to recreate
    In lofty pictures loveliness sublime:
    Which pictures, even if their substance now
    Seems but a shadow in the human soul,
    Are yet the buds which in the future worlds
    Will open out to blossom and to fruit.
    So through his body man may serve the gods.
    And his soul's life doth show in its true light
    Only when in his body he doth find
    The power to give his "I" reality.

CAPESIUS:

    Ah, utter not that word in front of him
    Who stands before thee now in Spirit-realms
    And on the Earth is called Capesius.
    He fain would flee away when that word sounds,
    So fierce it burns him here.

MARIA:

                                So thou dost hate
    That which first gives true being unto men?
    How canst thou come to live within this realm
    If so appalling seems that word to thee?
    For no one can arrive as far as this
    Who hath not faced the nature of that word.

CAPESIUS:

    He who appears to thee hath often stood
    Before great Lucifer who rules this realm.
    And Lucifer hath made it clear to him
    That only souls, who consciously make use
    Of powers that from their earthly bodies come,
    Can harm the realm which doth obey his will.
    Those souls however who go through their life
    Within the body, as it were in swoon,
    And yet already have clairvoyant power,
    These only learn in Lucifer's domain,
    And cannot cause it harm in any way.

MARIA:

    I know that in these realms of Spirit-life
    'Tis not by words, but sight, that one doth learn.
    What in this moment I have come to see
    Because of thine appearance to me here,
    Will later show itself within my soul
    As progress in my spirit-pupilship.

CAPESIUS:

    Here 'tis not only teaching that one gains;
    Duties are also shown one in this place.
    Thou hast here spoken with the soul of him
    Who calls himself Capesius on earth.
    The spirit-glances into former lives
    That are accorded thee, will show to thee
    Thou owest much through Karma unto him.
    Therefore thou shouldst petition Lucifer
    That he, the great Light-Bearer, should allow
    Capesius to guard thee on the Earth.
    Thou knowest through thy wisdom well enough
    What thou canst do for him, so that he may
    Be led again to thee in later lives
    So that through thee the debt may be wiped out.

MARIA:

    And so this duty which I hold so dear
    Must be fulfilled through power from Lucifer?

CAPESIUS:

    Thou dost desire this duty to fulfil,
    And that can only be through Lucifer.
    Look! Here he comes, the Spirit of the Light.

(Lucifer appears and, in the course of his speech, Benedictus.)

LUCIFER:

    Maria, thou art asking at my throne
    Self-knowledge for that very human soul
    Who standeth near thee in the life on Earth.
    It cannot learn to know itself aright
    Except by gazing deep into myself;
    And that it will achieve without thine aid.
    How canst thou think that I would grant to thee
    All that thou mayst desire for this thy friend?
    Thou namest Benedictus as thy guide,
    Who is my strong opponent on the Earth,
    Lending unto mine enemies his strength.
    Already hath he stolen much from me.
    Johannes cut himself adrift from him
    And placed himself beneath my guiding hand.
    He cannot yet indeed see my true self
    Because he hath not yet the seer's full power.
    He will attain it later through myself,
    And then he will entirely be mine own.
    But I command thee not to speak a word
    That might apply to him in any way
    So long as thou dost stand before my throne.
    Any such word would burn me in this place.
    Here words are deeds, and deeds must follow them;
    But what might follow--from such words of thine--
    It must not be----

BENEDICTUS:

                       Thou must give ear to her.
    For where words have an equal power with deeds
    They come in consequence of former deeds.
    The deed is done that conquers Lucifer.
    Maria is my spirit-pupil true.
    I could direct her to that point, whence she
    Could recognize the highest spirit-task,
    Which same she will most certainly fulfil.
    And in fulfilling it she will for sure
    Build in Johannes power and balm to heal,
    Which will release him from thy kingdom's grip.
    Maria carries deep within her soul
    A solemn holy vow which doth awake
    Such healing powers in progress of the worlds.
    Soon wilt thou hear all this put into words,
    But if with powerful thought thou wouldst suppress
    And veil the rays of light through which thou gainst
    The magic power to strive against, and win
    The victory o'er all that selfhood means,
    I think that then thou'lt glimpse the healing rays,
    Which will in future shine with such a strength
    That they will draw Johannes to their realm,
    By their all-powerful love.

MARIA:

                                Johannes soon
    Will here appear; and yet in such a form
    As earthly souls would recognize as theirs,
    Will come that being, who within the man
    Lies hid as dual personality.
    And if Johannes could but recognize
    Thee as thou seemest to his earthly form
    It could not bring to him all he requires
    To help him in the progress of his soul.
    Thou shalt vouchsafe to him this double now
    For him to use upon those spirit-paths
    O'er which I shall in future guide his steps.

LUCIFER:

    Johannes then must stand before me now.
    I feel full well the power which comes from thee;
    It hath opposed me since the Earth began.

(Enter Johannes Thomasius and his Etheric Counterpart from different
sides of the stage at the same moment, and meet face to face.)

THOMASIUS:

    O mine own Likeness, up till now thou hast
    Shown thyself to me only that I might
    Be frightened at the sight of mine own self.
    I cannot understand thee much as yet;
    I only know that thou dost guide my soul.
    'Tis thou then who dost baulk me of free life
    And dost prevent me from due cognizance
    Of what I really am. Now must I hear
    Thee speak in front of Lucifer, to see
    What I in future years shall yet achieve.

THOMASIUS' DOUBLE:

    'Tis true I often was allowed to come
    And bring Johannes knowledge of himself.
    But I could only work in those soul depths,
    Which still are hidden from his consciousness.
    My life within him hath for some long time
    Been subject to considerable change.
    Maria used to stand close to his side.
    He thought her bound in spirit to himself;
    I showed him that the true guides of his soul
    Were only passion and impulsiveness.
    He could but think of this as some reproach,
    But thou couldst show, O Light-Bearer sublime,
    To sensual tendencies the way by which
    They best might serve the spirit-purposes.
    Johannes from Maria had to part,
    And give himself forthwith to earnest thought
    Which hath the power to purify men's souls.
    What from his purity of thought streamed forth
    Flowed also into me, and I was changed.
    I felt his purity within myself.
    Nought need he fear from me, if he should now
    Feel once more drawn toward Maria's soul.
    But he belongs, as yet, to thy domain,
    And at this moment I demand him back.
    For he could now experience myself,
    Unless thou will'st to misdirect his sense.
    He needs me now, that from me there may flow
    Into his thought with mighty conscious strength
    Both warmth of soul and also power of heart.
    Then once more shall he find himself as man.

LUCIFER:

    I count thy striving good. Yet can I not
    Grant to thee all that thou dost ask of me.
    For should I give thee to Johannes now
    In that same form wherein in former years
    Thou didst appear before his mind and soul,
    He would at present only give his love
    To thinking and to knowledge cold and bare;
    And all warm individuality
    Would seem unfeeling, meaningless and dead.
    It is not thus my power must fashion him.
    Through me he must discover in himself
    His living personality and self.
    I must transform thee, if the thing that's right
    Shall come forth for his health and progress now.
    I have a long time since prepared for all
    That now shall clearly show itself in thee.
    In future thou wilt seem another man.
    Johannes will no more Maria love,
    As he hath loved her in the days gone by.
    Yet none the less he'll love, with all the strength
    And all the passion he once gave to her.

BENEDICTUS:

    The glorious work in which we've gained success
    Thou wouldst now turn unto thine own account.
    Thou hast Johannes through his power of heart
    Marked for thine own one day; and yet thou seest
    That thou must make the fetters stronger still
    If thou wouldst keep his being for thyself.
    His heart will be beneath his spirit's rule--
    If that is so then all the knowledge-work
    Which he on Earth accomplished, must be giv'n
    In future, for their own, to those great Powers
    Which thou hast fought against since Time began.
    If thou succeed'st in lowering that love
    Which now Johannes for Maria feels
    And changing it by cunning to the lust
    Which thou dost now require for thine own ends,
    Then will he turn the good he did on Earth,
    To evil ends from out the Spirit-worlds.

MARIA:

    Then he may yet be saved? 'Tis not decreed
    That he must fall a victim to the powers
    That want to gain his work now for themselves?

BENEDICTUS:

    It would be so if all the Powers remained
    Just as at present they have formed themselves;
    But if at the right hour thou dost allow
    Thy vow to take effect in thine own soul
    Those powers must change their course in future times.

LUCIFER:

    So work, compelling powers,
    Ye elemental sprites,
    Feel now your Master's power;
    And smooth for me the way,
    That leads from realms of Earth
    That so there may draw near
    To Lucifer's domain
    Whate'er my wish desires
    Whate'er obeys my will.

(Theodora appears.)

THEODORA:

    Who calleth me to realms so strange to me?
    I like it not, unless the world of gods
    Reveals itself in love unto my soul,
    And glowing warmth entwining round my heart
    Draws spirit-speech from out mine inmost soul.

THOMASIUS' DOUBLE:

    Ah, how thou dost transform my very life!
    Thou hast appeared, and here am I, a man
    Who now can only work when filled by thee.
    Johannes shall, through me, be now thine own,
    And from henceforward thou shalt have the love
    Which once so fearful and so radiant
    Was wrested for Maria from his heart.
    He saw thee years ago, but did not then
    Feel all the warmth of love which was to grow
    In secret in the depths of his own soul.
    Now it will rise, and fill him full of power,
    And turn his thoughts entirely to thyself.

BENEDICTUS:

    The crucial moment is arriving now,
    His strongest power hath Lucifer let loose:
    Maria, all the training of thy soul
    Thou must put forth in strength to vanquish him.

MARIA:

    O Bearer of that Light, which would confine
    Love only to the service of the self;
    Thou hast from Earth's beginning granted men
    Knowledge, when they, still guided by the gods,
    Obeyed the spirit, knowing nought of self.
    But since that time each soul of man hath been
    The place in which thou fightest 'gainst the gods.
    Yet now the times are coming, which must bring
    Destruction on thyself and on thy realms.
    A thinker bold was able to release
    Science from all thy gifts in such a way
    That unto mankind's gods it gave itself.
    But thou dost try once more to get the powers,
    Which for the gods are destined, for thyself.
    Because Johannes through his work hath now
    Deprived thee of that knowledge, with whose fruit
    Thou from the first deceived'st all mankind,
    So now thou would'st deceive him, through that love
    Which, should he follow out his destined path
    For Theodora he should never feel.
    Thou fain wouldst conquer Wisdom now by Love,
    As once 'gainst Love thou didst by Wisdom fight.
    But know full well that in Maria's heart,
    With which she now opposeth thy designs,
    The spirit-pupilship hath planted powers
    To keep far off, for ever, all self-love
    From Knowledge. Never from this hour will I
    Allow myself to be possessed by joy
    Such as men feel when thoughts grow ripe within.
    I'll steel my heart to serve as sacrifice
    So that my mind can always only think
    In such a way that through my thoughts I may
    Offer the fruits of Knowledge to the gods.
    My sacred service shall such Knowledge be,
    And what I thus effect within myself
    Shall o'er Johannes powerfully outstream,
    And oft, in future, when within his heart
    These words are whispered from thyself to him:
    'Man's human nature shall through love find out
    What gives strength to his personality.'
    Then shall my heart this powerful answer give:
    'Once didst thou hear these words, when Earth began,
    And there didst show forth signs of Wisdom's fruit,
    "The fruits of love can only come to man
    When they are brought to him from realms divine."'

LUCIFER:

    I mean to fight.

BENEDICTUS:

                 And fighting, serve the gods.

Curtain






SCENE 4


A cheerful pink room in the home of Strader and his wife Theodora. One
notices by the arrangement that they use it as a room in common, where
they carry on their various works. On his table there are mechanical
models; on hers things to do with mystic studies. The two are holding
a conversation which shows that they are absorbed in the fact that
it is the seventh anniversary of their wedding day.

STRADER:

    'Tis seven years today since thou becam'st
    The loved and dear companion of my life
    And also unto me a source of light,
    Which shone upon a life which formerly
    Was threatened only with approaching dark.
    In spirit-life I was a starving man
    When thou didst first stand at my side and give
    That which the world had aye withheld from me.
    For long years had I striven earnestly
    To probe the depths of science with my mind
    And find the worth of life and goal of man.
    One day I clearly had to recognize
    That all this striving had been quite in vain
    Hadst thou not shown that man's spirit seeks
    How to reveal itself through certain things
    Which shunned my knowledge and my eager thought.
    I met thee then amongst that company
    Where Benedictus was the guide of all,
    And listened to thy revelations there.
    Later I saw how in Thomasius
    The spirit-pupilship could work with power
    Within the human soul. What thus I saw
    Robbed me of faith in science and good sense,
    And yet it showed me nothing at that time
    Which really seemed to me intelligent.
    I turned away from all the realm of thought
    And went on living in an aimless way
    Since life had ceased to be of worth to me.
    I gave myself to technique that it might
    Bring me oblivion and forgetfulness,
    And lived a life of torment, till once more
    I met thee, for the second time; and then
    Our friendship soon grew deep and ripe for love.

THEODORA:

    It is but natural, that on this day
    Remembrance of those old times should again
    Stand out so vividly before thy soul.
    I also feel a need in mine own heart
    To look back once again upon those days
    When we were drawn together in life's bond.
    I felt the constant strengthening at that time
    Within me of the power which made my soul
    Able for knowledge from the spirit-worlds.
    And under Felix Balde's noble lead
    This power grew on thenceforward to that height
    At which it stood just seven years ago.
    About that time I met Capesius
    One day in Felix' lovely woodland home.
    A long life had he spent in deep research
    And won his way to spirit-pupilship.
    He greatly wished to be allowed to learn
    My way of gazing on the spirit-world.
    So after that I spent much time with him.
    And in his house I chanced to meet with thee
    And could bring healing to thy mental wounds.

STRADER:

    And then the true light shone into my soul
    Which long had only gazed upon the dark.
    I saw at last what spirit is, in truth.
    Thou ledd'st me on in such a way to see
    What was disclosed to thee from higher worlds,
    That every doubt might swiftly disappear.
    All this at that time worked so much on me
    That first I thought of thee as nothing else
    Except a medium for the spirit's work.
    It was a long while e'er I recognized
    That not my mind alone hung on thy words,
    Which did reveal to it its true abode;
    But that my heart was taken captive too
    And could no longer live without thee near.

THEODORA:

    Then didst thou tell me that which thou didst feel
    And all thy words were in so strange a form;
    It seemed as if thou never hadst one thought
    That all the longing dwelling in thy heart
    Could even hope it might be satisfied.
    Thy words showed clearly that it was advice
    That thou wast seeking from thy sister-soul.
    Thou spakst of help which thou didst then require
    And of the strengthening of thy powers of soul
    Which otherwise must keep thee prison-bound.

STRADER:

    That my soul's messenger could be by fate
    Destined to be companion of my life
    Lay very far from all I had in mind
    When, seeking help, I showed my heart to thee.

THEODORA:

    And yet those very words which cut adrift
    Thy heart from mine at first, soon went to prove
    That all of this could not be otherwise--
    Hearts often have to point the way to fate.

STRADER:

    And when thy heart pronounced the fateful word
    My soul was flooded o'er with waves of life
    Which, though I could not feel, I knew were there;
    'Twas not till late, when my memory
    Rose from the depths of my subconscious soul,
    That they fulfilled themselves in rays of light.
    I could know all, from what my mem'ry taught,
    But could not live it then, because so much
    Still held me far apart from spirit-life.
    'Twas then indeed I first became aware
    Of spirit in close contact with my soul.
    Ne'er have I felt like that again; and yet
    That knowledge gave to me a certainty
    That hath illuminated all my life.
    And then flowed on these seven wondrous years.
    I learned to feel how e'en mechanic skill
    Which now I study, is enriched by souls
    Whose attitude t'ward spirit-life is right.
    'Twas through the spirit-power which thou couldst give
    And which made such demands upon my life
    That I was able to look out beyond
    The strife for power, and thence quite suddenly
    As if it had been prompted, there appeared
    Before my wondering spirit that new work
    From which we now may dare to hope so much
    And in thy light I felt within my soul
    The full awakening of all those powers
    Which would have perished, had I lived alone.
    This certainty of life which I had won
    Let me stand upright then, just at that time
    When, in such startling wise, Thomasius
    Condemned before the Rose Cross brotherhood
    The work of his own brain, and cast himself
    Adrift, with judgment hard, just at that hour
    Which could have brought him to his life's full height.
    This inner certainty could hold me fast
    When all the outer world seemed to reveal
    Naught but a mass of contradicting facts.
    Through thee alone have I gained all this power.
    The spirit-revelation which thou gav'st
    Brought me the sense of knowledge I had won;
    And when the revelation came no more
    Thou still didst stay my strength and light of soul.

THEODORA (in a broken sentence, as if meditating deeply):

    Then when the revelation came no more ...

STRADER:

    'Tis that which often made me sorrowful.
    I wondered if 'twere not deep pain to thee
    To lose thy seeress' power of second-sight,
    And whether thou didst suffer silently,
    Lest I should grieve: and yet thy temperament
    Showed thou couldst bear with calmness fate's decree.
    But lately thou hast seemed to me to change,
    Joy no more streams from thee as heretofore
    And thine eye's glowing light begins to fade.

THEODORA:

    Indeed it could not be deep pain to me
    When spirit-revelation disappeared.
    My fate had only changed my way of life;
    Which I must needs accept with patience calm.
    But now 'tis born once more, and brings great grief.

STRADER:

    This is the first time in these seven years
    I cannot fathom Theodora's mind;
    For each experience of spirit-life
    Was such a source of inward joy to thee.

THEODORA:

    Quite different is the revelation now.
    At first, as then, I feel myself constrained
    To drive away all thought that is mine own;
    But where, before, after some little time
    When I achieved this inward emptiness
    A gentle light did hover round my soul
    And spirit-pictures wished to form themselves;
    There come now unseen feelings of disgust;
    Which come in such a way that I am sure
    The power I feel within comes from without--
    Then fear I cannot banish pours itself
    Into my life and governs all my soul--
    And gladly would I flee from that dread Shape
    That is invisible, and yet abhorred.
    It tries to reach me with its evil will
    And I can only hate what is revealed.

STRADER:

    With Theodora 'tis not possible.
    They say that what one thus lives through, is but
    The mirrored working of one's own soul-powers.
    Yet thy soul could not show such things as these.

THEODORA (painfully, slowly, as if reflecting):

    I know indeed that such ideas are held--
    Therefore with all the power that still was mine
    I sank into the spirit-world and prayed
    That those same beings who so oft before
    Were kind to me, would graciously reveal
    How I could learn the cause of all my pain.

(Now follow in broken words):

    And then ... the shining Light ... came ... as before
    And formed ... the image ... of an earthly man....
    It was ... Thomasius ...

STRADER (painfully, overcome by the quick inrush of feelings):

                         ... Thomasius ...
    The man in whom I always have believed ...

(Pause, then meditating painfully.)

    When I again recall before my soul
    How he behaved towards the Mystic League ...
    How of himself and Ahriman he spake----

(Theodora is lost in contemplation, and stares blankly into space,
as if her spirit were absent.)

STRADER:

    O Theodora ... what dost thou ... see now....

Curtain






SCENE 5


A round room in the little house in the wood, described in the "Soul's
Probation," as Felix Balde's home. Dame Balde, Felix Balde, Capesius,
Strader, are seen seated at a table on the left of the stage. Later
appears the Soul of Theodora. The room is the natural colour of the
wood and has two pretty arched windows.

DAME BALDE:

    We shall not know again her beauteous self
    Nor feel her radiant nature till we too
    Shall reach some day the world to which she hath
    So early from our sight been stol'n away.
    A few short weeks ago we still could hear
    With joy in this our house the graciousness
    That streamed so warmly through her every word.

FELIX BALDE:

    We both, my wife Felicia, and myself,
    Loved her indeed from out our inmost soul,
    So can we share and understand thy grief.

STRADER:

    Dear Theodora, she so often spoke
    Throughout the last hours of her life on earth
    Of Dame Felicia and of Felix too;
    She was so closely intimate with all
    That life brought to you here from day to day.

    Now must I grope my further path alone.
    She was the sum and meaning of my life.
    And what she gave, can never die for me.
    And yet--she is not here----

FELIX BALDE:

                                Yet can we still
    With thee send out our loving thoughts to her
    Into the spirit-worlds, and thus unite
    Her soul with ours through all the days to come.
    But, I must own, it was a shock to us
    When we were told her life on Earth was o'er.
    These many years there hath been granted me
    A gift of insight which doth often show
    In unexpected moments quite unsought
    What inward strength doth lie in all men's lives;
    In her case hath this gift deceived me sore.
    For ne'er indeed could I think otherwise,
    Except that Theodora would be spared
    To spend on Earth for many years as yet
    That love through which she hath in joy and grief
    Shown herself helpful to so many men.

STRADER:

    'Tis very strange how all hath come to pass;
    As long as I have known her, had she lived
    Ever the same sound healthy mode of life.
    But since the time she first became aware
    Of Something strange, unknown, that threatened her
    And tried to enter and oppress her mind;
    Her senses clouded over more and more
    And suffering poured itself through all her life.
    Her body's powers were sapped, as one could see
    By some great struggle in her inmost soul.
    She told me, when in my anxiety,--
    I plied her oft with many questionings--
    She felt herself exposed to fearful thoughts
    Which frightened her and worked like fire within.
    And what she said besides--'tis terrible,
    For when she rallied all her powers of thought
    To find the cause of all this suffering
    There always came before her spirit's gaze
    Thomasius ... whom we both honoured so,
    And yet from this impression aye remained
    The strongest feelings which spake clear to her
    That she had cause to fear Thomasius.

CAPESIUS (spoken as in a trance):

    According to the strict decree of Fate
    Thomasius and Theodora ne'er
    Could meet in earthly passion in this life.
    'Twould be indeed opposed to cosmic laws
    If one desired to make the other feel
    Aught that was not on spirit only based.
    Within his heart Thomasius doth break
    The stern decree of mighty powers of Fate:
    That he should never harbour in his soul
    Thoughts that might bring to Theodora harm.
    For he doth feel what he ought not to feel
    And, through his disobedience he doth form
    E'en now the powers which can deliver o'er
    His future life unto the realms of dark.
    When Theodora had been forced to come
    To Lucifer, she learnt unconsciously
    That through the Light-bearer, Thomasius
    Was filled with sensual passion for herself.
    Maria, who had been by Fate's decree
    Entrusted with Thomasius' spirit-life,
    And Theodora, at the same time met
    Within that realm which fights against the gods--
    Maria from Thomasius had to part,
    And he through strength of this false love was forced
    To be in bondage unto Lucifer.
    What Theodora thus experienced
    Became consuming fire within her soul
    And working further caused her all this pain.

STRADER:

    Oh tell us, Father Felix, what this means.
    Capesius speaks in such a manner strange
    Of things which are incomprehensible;
    And yet they fill my soul with dread and fear.

FELIX BALDE:

    Capesius, when treading o'er the path,
    Which he hath found most needful for his soul
    Learns ever more and more to exercise
    Those special gifts of spirit which are his;
    His spirit lives in touch with higher worlds
    And passeth by unnoticed all those things
    Through which the senses speak unto the soul.
    'Tis but by habit that he doth perform
    All that hath been his custom in this life.
    He ever tried to visit his old friends
    And likes to while away long hours with them,
    And yet whenever he is at their side
    His being seems in meditation lost.
    But what he sees in spirit aye is true
    So far as mine own searching of the soul
    Can testify to proving of the truth.
    And therefore in this case I do believe
    That owing to these spirit-gifts, he could
    Perceive within the depths of his own soul
    The truth of Theodora's destiny.

DAME BALDE:

    It is so strange, he never notices
    What those around him may be speaking of;
    It seems his soul is from his body loosed
    And gazeth only on the spirit-world;
    And yet some word will often bring him back
    Out of this strange abstraction, and he'll tell
    Of things that seem to come from spirit-realms
    And somehow be connected with that word.
    Apart from that whatever one may say
    Makes no impression on his mind at all.

STRADER:

    Ah! if he speaks the truth--how horrible--

(Theodora's Soul appears.)

THEODORA'S SOUL:

    Capesius hath been allowed to know
    Of my existence in the spirit-world:
    It is the truth which he makes known to you.
    We must not let Thomasius transgress:
    Maria hath already set alight
    The sacrifice of love in her strong heart;
    And Theodora from the spirit-heights
    Will send out rays of blessing from Love's power.

FELIX BALDE:

    Dear Strader, thou must now be calm and still;
    She wants to speak to thee; I understand
    The signs she gives to us: so now attend.

THEODORA (after making a movement with her hand towards Strader):

    Thomasius possesseth second sight;
    And he will find me in the spirit-realms.
    This must not be until he is set free
    From earthly passion in his search for me.
    In future he will also need thy help,
    And that is what I now request of thee.

STRADER:

    My Theodora, who dost even now
    Turn to me as of old in love, say on
    What thou desirest, and it shall be done.

(Theodora makes a sign towards Capesius.)

FELIX BALDE:

    That shows she cannot now say any more,
    But wisheth us to hear Capesius speak.

(Theodora vanishes.)

CAPESIUS (as in a trance):

    Thomasius can Theodora see,
    If he doth choose to use his spirit-eyes.
    Therefore her death will not destroy in him
    This passion which is harmful to himself.
    Yet will he have to act quite otherwise
    Than he would act if Theodora still
    Lived in the body on this earth of ours.
    He will with passion strive toward the light
    Which is revealed to her from spirit-heights
    Although she hath no consciousness of earth.
    Thomasius is set to win that light
    That through him Lucifer may gain it too.
    This light divine would then help Lucifer
    To keep for evermore within his realm
    The knowledge which Thomasius acquired
    And won for his own use through earthly power.
    For Lucifer, since first the Earth began
    Hath ever sought for men who have acquired
    Wisdom divine through instincts that were false.
    He wills now to unite pure spirit-sight
    With human knowledge, which, if treated thus
    Would turn to evil, though 'twere good itself.
    Thomasius however even now
    May be turned back from this his evil way,
    If Strader gives himself to certain aims
    Which shall in future spiritually guide
    All human knowledge, that it may approach
    And join itself to knowledge that's divine.
    If he would have these aims revealed, he must
    As pupil unto Benedictus turn.

(Pause.)

STRADER (to Felix Balde):

    O father Felix, give me thine advice.
    Hath Theodora really trusted this
    Unto Capesius to tell to me?

FELIX BALDE:

    These last few days I have most earnestly
    Held converse often with mine inmost self
    To try and to clear my thoughts about this man.
    Gladly I'll tell thee all I know myself.
    Capesius is living in true wise
    The life of spirit-pupilship, although
    From his behaviour it seems otherwise.
    He is already destined by his fate
    Much to accomplish in the spirit-life.
    And only can fulfil the duties high
    To which his soul hath been already called
    If he prepares his spirit for them now.
    And yet it lay quite near his nature too,
    Instead of seeking light on spirit-paths,
    Unto false science to devote himself,
    Which can just now make blind so many souls.
    The solemn Guardian on the Threshold grim,
    Which marks the world of sense from spirit-worlds,
    Had duties of a most especial kind
    When to the gate Capesius found his way.
    To such an earnest seeker must the gate
    Needs open, but behind him shut at once.
    The means he used in former times to win
    Power for himself within the world of sense
    Could no more help him in the spirit-realms.
    He best prepares himself for service high
    Which he one day must render to mankind
    When he ignores our presence and our talk.

DAME BALDE:

    There is but one thing he still notices.
    I mean the stories that I used to tell
    So often to him and through which he felt
    Refreshed and reawakened to new thought
    When his soul seemed bereft of all ideas.

CAPESIUS:

    Such stories find their way to spirit-lands
    If in the spirit also they are told.

DAME BALDE:

    Then, if I can collect myself enough
    To speak my stories out within myself
    I'll think of thee with love: so that they then
    May also in the spirit-land be heard.

Curtain






SCENE 6


A space not circumscribed by artificial walls but enclosed by
intertwined plants like trees and structures which spread out and
send shoots into the interior. Owing to natural occurrences the whole
is moving violently and is sometimes filled with storm. The stage is
divided into two groves, separated for a short distance by a row of
trees. The grove on right of stage is appropriated later by Lucifer and
his Spirits, and the left grove by Ahriman and his Spirits. The dance
movements are set to music. Maria and Capesius are on the stage as the
curtain rises; then Benedictus, Philia, Astrid, Luna, the other Philia,
Lucifer, Ahriman, and Creatures which move in a dancing fashion and
which represent thoughts, lastly the Soul of Dame Balde.

BENEDICTUS (invisible as yet, only audible):

    Within thy thinking, cosmic thoughts do live.

CAPESIUS (in astral garb):

    There echoes Benedictus' noble voice;
    His words are ringing in the spirit here,
    And are the same as in the book of life
    Are written down to aid his pupils' work,
    Which souls on earth find hard to understand
    And which are even harder to fulfil.
    What part of spirit-land is this, where sound
    The words which serve to test the souls on Earth?

MARIA:

    Hast thou abode so long in spirit-land
    In such a way that thou hast learned so much
    And yet this region is unknown to thee?

CAPESIUS:

    What lives here in its own reality
    Souls, versed in spirit-ways, can grasp with ease;
    Each thing explains itself through something else.
    The whole may stand revealed in light, when part
    Seen by itself, may often still seem dark.
    But when a spirit-essence doth unite
    With earthly nature to create some work,
    The soul begins to lose her grasp of things.
    And not alone a part, but e'en the whole
    Is oft concealed from her by darkness deep.
    Why words which come in Benedictus' book
    And which were written for men's souls on Earth,
    Should echo here, within a place like this,
    That is the problem which doth offer here.

BENEDICTUS (still invisible):

    Within thy feeling, cosmic forces play.

CAPESIUS:

    Again there come the words which on the Earth
    Did Benedictus to his pupils trust;
    And here in his own voice they echo forth.
    They stream through all the limitless expanse
    Of this great realm arousing darksome powers.

MARIA:

    I feel already what I must pass through
    Within the boundless spaces of this realm;
    And Benedictus' nearness draws me on.
    In this place he will let me gaze on things
    Incomprehensible to souls on Earth
    The while they dwell in bodies bound by sense,
    And e'en whilst serving spirit-pupilship.
    So must the master bring them to this place
    Where words do not depend on human speech,
    But are imprinted on their souls by signs;
    Here he transforms to speech world happenings--
    A world-descriptive language for the soul.
    I'll loose my inmost being from the Earth,
    Condensing all my powers within my soul,
    And so await whate'er may be revealed
    To indicate my way through spirit-space.
    And then when I return to life on Earth
    'Twill be a thought which, when recalled will shine
    As knowledge in mine inmost depths of soul.

BENEDICTUS (appears from the background):

    Win thou thyself in power of cosmic thought,
    Lose thou thyself in life of cosmic force;
    Thou shalt find earthly aims reflect themselves
    Through thine own being in the cosmic light.

CAPESIUS:

    So Benedictus is in spirit here!
    Perhaps his words re-echo of themselves.
    Doth then the teacher bring the lore of earth
    To vivify and work in spirit-realms?
    But what can be the meaning here of words
    Which he doth use on earth in other ways?

BENEDICTUS:

    Capesius, thou hast in thine earth-life
    Entered within my circle, though in truth
    Thou ne'er wast conscious of thy pupilship.

CAPESIUS:

    Capesius is not within this place;
    And his soul will not hear him spoken of.

BENEDICTUS:

    Thou wilt not feel thou art Capesius
    But him in spirit thou shalt see and know.
    For thee the powerful work of thought hath now
    In thy soul-body caged the spirit-life.
    So that thy soul-life can release itself
    From thought's dream-play within thine earthly frame.
    Too weak it felt itself to wander forth
    From out world distances to depths of soul;
    Too strong to gaze at lofty spirit-light
    Through all the darkness that surrounds the Earth.
    I must accompany each one who gains
    The spirit-light from me in earthly life
    Whether he knows, or doth not know, that he
    Came as a spirit-pupil to myself.
    And I must lead him further on those paths
    Which he in spirit learned to tread through me.
    Thou hast through thy soul-sight in cosmic space
    Learned to draw nigh the spirit consciously
    Since loosed from body thou canst follow it.
    But, not yet freed from thought, thou canst not see
    True being in the spirit-realm as yet.
    First thy sense-body thou must lay aside
    But not the fine corporeal web of thought.
    Thou only canst perceive the world in truth
    When nothing of thy personality
    Remains to cloud the clearness of thy sight.
    He only who hath learned to view his thoughts
    As things outside himself, e'en as the seer
    Beholds his earthly form released from him,
    Can penetrate to spirit verities.
    So look upon this picture that it may
    Turn into knowledge through clairvoyant powers
    Thoughts, whose true being is built up in space
    To forms, which mirror forth the thoughts of men.

(A cheerful subdued light diffuses itself. Philia, Astrid, and Luna
appear in glowing clouds.)

(Exeunt Capesius and Maria.)

VOICES (which sound together, spoken by Philia, Astrid, and Luna):

    Let thoughts hover round
    Like weaving of dreams
    And build themselves in
    To souls that are here;
    Let will that creates
    And feeling that stirs
    And thought that doth work
    The dreamer arouse--

(While this sounds, Lucifer approaches from one side, and Ahriman from
the other. They go to their thrones raised on each side at the back
of the stage, facing the audience; Lucifer on the right of the stage,
Ahriman on the left.)

LUCIFER (in a loud voice, emphasizing every word):

    Within thy will do cosmic beings work.

(On Lucifer's side, beings with golden hair, dressed in crimson and
radiantly beautiful representing thoughts, begin to move. These carry
out, in a dancing fashion, movements which represent the forms of
thought corresponding to Lucifer's words.)

AHRIMAN (speaking in a loud, hoarse voice):

    These cosmic beings do but puzzle thee.

(After these words Lucifer's group is still and the thought-beings
on Ahriman's side move and carry out dancing movements which make
forms corresponding to his words. They have grey hair and are clad in
indigo blue, being square in build, and in appearance distinguished
more by force than beauty. After this the movement from both groups
is carried on together.)

LUCIFER:

    Within thy feeling cosmic forces play.

(The thought-beings on Lucifer's side repeat their movements.)

AHRIMAN:

    The cosmic forces are but mocking thee.

(The thought-beings on Ahriman's side repeat their movements, then
again both together.)

LUCIFER:

    Within thy thinking cosmic thought doth live.

(Repetition of the movements in Lucifer's group.)

AHRIMAN:

    The cosmic thought doth but bewilder thee.

(Repetition of the movements in Ahriman's group.)

(The movements of each group are then repeated four times separately
and thrice together.)

(The thought-beings vanish left and right; Lucifer and Ahriman remain:
Philia, Luna, and Astrid advance from the background, and speak
together the words they spoke before with the following alteration.)

PHILIA, ETC.:

    Thoughts hovered around
    Like weaving of dreams
    And built themselves in
    To souls that are here--
    Then will that creates
    And feeling that stirs
    And thought that doth work
    The dreamer aroused--

(Philia, Astrid, and Luna vanish. Enter Capesius in astral garb, and
after he has spoken a few words Maria joins him, though at first he
cannot see her.)

CAPESIUS:

    The soul lives out her life within herself:
    Believes she thinks because she does not see
    Thoughts all spread out in space in front of her--
    Believes she feels, because the feelings show
    No flash like lightning leaping from the clouds;
    She sees this realm of space, and gazeth on
    The clouds above her ...; and were this not so,
    Supposing that the lightning were to flash,
    And not an eye looked up above to see,
    She needs must think the lightning was in her.
    She does not see how Lucifer springs forth
    From out her thoughts, and pours her feelings in,
    And so believes she is alone with them.
    Why doth delusion lead her captive thus?
    O soul, give answer to thyself ... yet ... whence?
    From out thyself? Ah, nay ... perhaps that, too,
    Were answered ... not by thee ... but Lucifer....

MARIA:

    And if it were; why then shouldst thou not seek?
    Go forth into the deep to find it there....

CAPESIUS:

    A being here, who hears the speech of souls?

MARIA:

    Souls are not here divided each from each
    As when within the body they are pent.
    Here each soul hears itself in other's speech.
    So dost thou only speak unto thyself
    When I say: 'Seek thine answer in the deep.'

CAPESIUS (hesitatingly):

    Ah, in the deep there threatens darksome ... fear.

MARIA:

    Yea truly, fear is there: but ask thyself,
    As thou hast forced thy way within her realm
    If she doth not reveal herself to thee.
    Ask Lucifer, before whom thou dost stand
    If on thy weakness he is pouring fear.

LUCIFER:

    Who flees from me will love me all the same.
    Children of Earth have loved me from the first
    And only think that hatred is my due.
    So do they ever seek me in my deeds.
    If I had not as ornament to life
    Sent beauty to their souls, they would long since
    Have pined away in truth's cold empty forms
    Throughout the long dull progress of the Earth.
    'Tis I who fill the artist's soul with power
    And whatsoe'er of beauty men have seen
    Hath had its prototype within my realm--
    Now ask thyself, if thou shouldst fear me still.

MARIA:

    In these domains which Lucifer commands
    Fear hath not verily her proper place.
    From hence he must send forth into men's souls
    Not fear, but wishes, as his gifts to men.
    Fear comes from quite another realm of power.

AHRIMAN:

    At birth I was the equal of the gods,
    Who have curtailed my many ancient rights.
    I wished in such a way to fashion men
    For Lucifer, my brother, and his realm,
    That each should bear his own world in himself.
    For Lucifer as peer amongst his peers
    Would only show himself in spirit-realms.
    In others he but shows his pictured form
    And so could never be a lord of men.
    I wished to give unto mankind such strength
    That they might grow to equal Lucifer.
    And had I stayed within the realm of gods
    This too had been in primal days fulfilled.
    The gods however willed to rule on Earth,
    And from their kingdom they did one day thrust
    My power into the depths of the abyss,
    So that I might not make mankind too strong.
    And thus 'tis only from this place I dare
    Send out my powerful strength upon the Earth.
    But in this way my power turns into FEAR.

(As Ahriman finishes speaking, Benedictus appears.)

CAPESIUS:

    He who hath heard what both these two powers here
    Spake from their places out into the worlds
    May know from this where he can look and find
    Both fear and hatred in their own domains.

BENEDICTUS:

    In cosmic speech thou shalt perceive thyself;
    And feel thyself in cosmic power of thought.
    And as thou now didst see outside thyself
    What thou didst dream was all thine inmost self,
    So find thyself, and shudder now no more
    At that one word thou hast a right to use
    To prove thine own existence to thyself--

CAPESIUS:

    So once more I belong to mine own self
    Now will I seek myself, because I dare
    To see myself in cosmic thought and live.

BENEDICTUS:

    And thou must add all this which thou hast won
    To victories of old to give the world.

(Dame Balde in her ordinary dress appears in the background beside
Benedictus.)

DAME BALDE (in a meditative voice suitable for fairy tales):

    Once on a time there lived a child of God
    Who had affinity with those who weave
    The thoughtful wisdom of the spirit-realms.
    This child, brought up by truth's almighty Sire
    Grew up within his realm to ancient strength.
    And when his body, radiant with light,
    Did feel his ripened will creative stir
    He often looked with pity on the Earth
    Where souls of men were striving after truth.
    Then to the Sire of truth the child would say:
    'The souls of men are thirsting for the drink
    Which thou canst hand to them from out thy springs.'
    With earnest speech the Sire of truth replied:
    'The springs, of which I am appointed guard,
    Let light stream forth from out the spirit-suns;
    Only such beings dare to drink the light
    As need not thirst for air that they may breathe.
    Therefore in light have I brought up a child
    Who can feel pity for the souls on Earth
    And manifest the light 'midst breathing men.
    So turn and go unto mankind and bring
    The light that's in their souls to meet my light
    Enfilled with confidence and spirit-life.'
    So then the shining light-child turned, and went
    To souls who keep themselves alive by breath.
    And many good men found he on the Earth,
    Who offered him with joy their souls' abode.
    These souls he turned to gaze with grateful love
    Upon their Sire who dwells in springs of light.
    And when the child heard from the lips of men
    And joyous mind of men, the magic word
    Of fantasy, he knew himself alive
    Dwelling with gladness in the hearts of men.
    But one sad day there came unto the child
    A man who cast upon him chilling looks.
    'I turn the souls of men on earth toward
    The Sire of truth who dwells in springs of light--'
    Thus to the strange man did the light-child speak--
    The man replied: 'Thou dost but weave wild dreams
    Into men's spirits, and deceiv'st their souls.'
    And since the day which witnessed this event
    The child who can bring light to breathing souls
    Hath often suffered slander from mankind.

(Philia, Astrid, Luna, and the Other Philia appear in a cloud of
light.)

PHILIA:

    Now let every soul
    That drinks of the light
    Awake to full power
    In cosmic expanse.

ASTRID:

    So too let the spirit
    That knoweth no fear
    Arise in full power
    In cosmic domains.

LUNA:

    Let man who doth strive
    To reach to the heights
    Hold firm with full strength
    To innermost self.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    Let man struggle on
    To him who bears light
    And opens out worlds
    Which quicken in men
    The sense of delight.
    This beauty so bright
    Awakened in souls,
    Inspired to admire,
    The spirit leads on
    To realms of the gods.
    Achievement consoles
    The feelings that dare
    The threshold to tread,
    Which strictly doth guard
    'Gainst souls that feel fear.
    And energy finds
    A will that grows ripe
    And fearless doth stand
    'Fore powers that create
    And fashion the worlds.

Curtain falls whilst Benedictus, Capesius, Maria, Dame Balde, Lucifer,
and Ahriman, and the four Soul-forms, are still in their places.






SCENE 7


A landscape composed of fantastic forms. This picture of blazing
fire on one side of the stage with rushing water on the other whirled
into living forms is intended to suggest the sublime. In the centre
a chasm belching forth fire which leaps up into a kind of barrier of
fire and water. The Guardian of the Threshold stands in the centre with
flaming sword erect. His costume is the conventional angelic garb. The
Guardian, Thomasius, Maria, later on Lucifer and then the other Philia.

THE GUARDIAN:

    What unchecked wish doth sound within mine ear?
    So storm men's souls when first approaching me
    E'er they have fully gained tranquillity.
    It is desire that really leads such men
    And not creative power which dares to speak
    Since it in silence could itself create.
    The souls which thus comport themselves when here
    I needs must relegate again to Earth,
    For in the Spirit-realm they can but sow
    Confusion, and do but disturb the deeds
    Which cosmic powers have wisely foreordained.
    Such men can also injure their own selves
    Who form destructive passions in their hearts
    Which are mistaken for creative powers,
    Since they must take delusion for the truth
    When earthly darkness no more shelters them.

(Thomasius and Maria appear.)

THOMASIUS:

    Thou dost not see upon thy threshold now
    The soul of him who was the pupil once
    Of Benedictus, and came oft to thee,
    Thomasius, although upon the Earth
    It had to call Thomasius' form its own.
    He came to thee, his thirst for knowledge quenched
    And could not bear to have thee near to him.
    He hid in his own personality
    When he felt near thee, and thus oft did see
    Worlds which, he thought, made clear the origin
    Of all existence and the goal of life.
    He found the happiness of knowledge there
    And also powers which to the artist gave
    That which directed both his hand and heart
    Toward creation's source, so that he felt
    There truly lived within him cosmic powers,
    Which held him steady to his artist's work.
    He did not know that nought before him stood
    In all that he created through his thought
    Except the living content of his soul.
    Like spiders, spinning webs around themselves
    So did he work, and thought himself the world.
    Indeed he once thought that Maria stood
    Opposed to him in spirit, till he saw
    That picture she had graven on his soul
    Which then as spirit did reveal itself.
    And when he was allowed a moment's glimpse
    Of his own being, as it really was,
    He gladly would have fled away from self;
    He thought himself a spirit but he found
    He was a creature but of flesh and blood.
    He learned to know the power of this same blood;
    'Twas there in truth, the rest was but a shade.
    Blood was his teacher true; and this alone
    Gave him clear vision, and revealed to him
    Who was his sire and who his sister dear
    In long forgotten ages on the Earth.
    To blood-relations his blood guided him.
    Then did he see how strongly souls of men
    Must be deceived when they in vanity
    Would rise to spirit from the life of sense.
    Such effort truly binds the soul more firm
    To sense-existence than a daily life,
    Dull human dream existence following.
    And when Thomasius could view all this
    Before his soul as being his own state
    He gave himself with vigour to that power
    Which could not lie to him although as yet
    'Twas but revealed in picture, for he knew
    That Lucifer himself is really there
    E'en if he can but show his pictured form.
    The gods desire to draw near to mankind
    Through truth alone; but Lucifer--to him
    It matters not if men see false or true,
    He ever will remain the same himself.
    And therefore I acknowledge that I feel
    I have attained reality when I
    Believe that I must search and find the soul
    Which in his own realm he did bind to mine.

(To the Guardian.)

    So armed with all the strength which he bestows
    I mean to pass thee and to penetrate
    To Theodora whom I know to be
    Within the realm that o'er this threshold lies.

THE GUARDIAN:

    Thomasius, think well what thou dost know.
    What o'er this threshold lives is all unknown;
    Yet dost thou know quite well all I must ask,
    Before thou canst set foot within this realm.
    Thou must first part with many of those powers
    Which thou hast won when in thine earthly frame.
    Out of them all thou canst alone retain
    That which by efforts, pure and spiritual,
    Thou didst achieve, and which thou hast kept pure.
    But this thou hast thyself cast off from thee
    And given as his own to Ahriman.
    What still is thine hath been by Lucifer
    Destroyed for use within the spirit-world.
    This too upon the threshold I must take
    If thou wouldst really pass this portal by.
    So nought remains to thee; a lifeless life
    Must be thy lot within the spirit-realms.

THOMASIUS:

    Yet I shall be and Theodora find.
    She'll be for me the source of fullest light,
    Which ever hath so richly been revealed
    Unto her soul, apart from lore of Earth.
    That is enough. And thou wilt set thyself
    In vain against me, even if the power
    Which I myself have won upon the Earth
    Should not fulfil the estimate which thou
    Didst form of my good spirit long ago.

MARIA (to the Guardian):

    Thou knowest well, who hast been guardian
    Of this realm's threshold since the world began
    What beings need to cross the threshold o'er
    Who to thy kind and to thy time belong:
    So too with men, who meet thee at this gate
    If they do come alone, and cannot show
    That they have done true spirit-good they must
    Go back again from here to life on Earth.
    But this man here hath been allowed to bring
    That other soul unto thy threshold now
    Whom fate hath bound so closely with his own.
    Thou hast been ordered by high spirit powers
    To keep back many men from here, who would
    Try to approach the gateway of this realm
    And would but bring destruction on themselves
    If they should dare to pass the threshold o'er.
    Yet thou may'st throw it open unto those
    Who through their inmost personality
    Are in the spirit-realms inclined to love,
    And to such love can cling as they press through,
    As hath been foreordained them by the gods
    Before to battle Lucifer came forth.
    Standing before his throne my heart hath vowed
    With strictest oath, that in Earth's future times
    It would so serve this love that Lucifer,
    When he gives knowledge of it to men's souls
    Can do no harm. And those who listen well
    For the revealing of this love divine
    With earnest minds, as once they strove to grasp
    The knowledge given forth by Lucifer,
    They must inevitably find themselves.
    Johannes in his earthly form doth now
    No longer listen to my voice, as once,
    When in an earthly life long since passed by
    I was enabled to reveal to him
    That which had been entrusted to myself
    In holy temples in Hibernia
    By that same God Who dwells within mankind
    And Who once conquered all the powers of death
    Because He lived love's life so perfectly.
    My friend will once again in spirit-realms
    Discern the words which come forth from my soul
    But which were hindered from his earthly ears
    By Lucifer and his delusive power.

THOMASIUS (as one who perceives some spiritual being):

    Maria, dost thou see, clad in long cloak
    That dignified old man, his solemn face,
    His noble brow, the flashing of his glance?
    He passeth through the streets, 'mid crowds of men
    Yet each doth step aside in reverence
    That yon old man may go his way in peace,
    And lest his train of thought be rudely stirred.
    For one can see that, wrapped within himself
    He meditates with powerful inmost thought.
    Maria, dost thou see?

MARIA:

                         Yea, I can see,
    When through the eyes of thine own soul I look.
    But 'tis to thee alone that he would now
    Reveal himself in scenes significant.

THOMASIUS:

    I now can see into his very soul,
    Things full of meaning lie within its depths
    And memory of something he's just heard.
    Before his eyes there stands a teacher wise.
    He lets the words which he hath heard from him
    Pass through his soul; it is from him he comes.
    His thinking scans the very source of life;
    As once mankind in olden times on Earth
    Might stand quite near and view the spirit-scenes,
    Although their soul-life was but like a dream;
    The old man's soul doth trace that line of thought
    Which from his honoured teacher he hath learned.
    And now he disappears from my soul's sight;
    Ah, if I could but watch his further steps.
    I see men speaking with each other now
    Among the crowd; and I can hear their words.
    They speak of that old man with reverence deep.
    In his young days he was a soldier brave;
    Ambition, and desire to be renowned
    Were burning in his soul; he wished to count
    As foremost warrior within his ranks.
    In battle's service he did perpetrate
    Unnumbered gruesome deeds through thirst for fame.
    And in his life full many a time it chanced
    He caused much blood to flow upon the earth.
    At last there came a day when suddenly
    The luck of battle turned its back on him.
    He left the battlefield in bitter shame
    To enter his own home, a man disgraced;
    Scorn and derision were his lot in life,
    And from that time wild hatred filled his soul
    Which had not lost its pride and love of fame.
    He looked upon his boon-companions now
    Only as enemies to be destroyed
    As soon as opportunity occurred.
    But since the man's proud soul was soon compelled
    To recognize that vengeance on his foes
    Would not be possible for him in life,
    He learned the victory o'er his own self
    And vanquished all his pride and love of fame.
    He even made resolve in his old age
    A circle small of pupils to attend
    Which had arisen then within his town.
    The man who was the teacher of this band
    Was in his soul possessed of all the lore
    Which by the masters in much older days
    Had been delivered to initiates--
    All this I hear from men within the crowd.
    It fills me with warm love when I behold
    With my soul's sight, this agèd man, who thus
    After the victories which love of fame
    Had won for him could even then achieve
    The greatest human task--to conquer self--
    Therefore do I perceive within this place
    The man to whom I wholly give myself,
    Although I see him but in pictured form.
    This feeling howsoe'er it comes to me
    Is not a moment's work. Through lives long past
    I must have been in closest union joined
    Unto a soul I love as I love him.
    I have not in this moment roused in me
    A love so strong as that which now I feel;
    It is a recollection from past times;
    Nor can I grasp it with my thought as yet,--
    Though memory calls these feelings back to me.
    Surely I once was pupil of this man
    And full of awe and wonder gazed on him?
    Oh, how I long once more in this same hour
    To meet the earthly soul which formerly
    Could speak about this body as its own,
    No matter if on Earth or otherwhere.
    Then would I prove the strength with which I love;
    What noble human ties did once create
    This can good powers alone renew in me.

MARIA:

    Art thou quite sure, Johannes, that this soul
    If it approached thee now would show itself
    Upon the same bright height whereon it stood
    In those old days just pictured 'fore thy soul?
    Perchance it now is chained a prisoner
    By feelings all unworthy of its past.
    Many a man now walks upon the Earth
    Who would be filled with shame, if he could see
    How little in his present mode of life
    Doth correspond with that which once he was.
    Perchance this man hath wallowed in the mire
    Of lust and passion, and thou saw'st him now
    Oppressed by consternation and remorse.

THOMASIUS:

    Maria, why dost thou suggest such words?
    I cannot see what leads thee so to speak.
    For thoughts have here quite other influence,
    Than in the places where that man hath lived.

THE GUARDIAN:

    Johannes, that which here within this place
    Reveals itself is proving of thy soul.
    Gaze on the groundwork of thy self, and see
    What thou, unknowing, willst and canst perform.
    All that was hidden in thine inmost depths
    While thou wert living with thy soul still blind.

(Lucifer appears.)

    Will now appear and rob thee of the dark
    In whose protection thou wast living then.
    So now perceive what human soul it is
    To whom thou dost bow down in ardent love,
    And who indwelt the body thou didst see.
    Perceive to whom thy strongest love is given.

LUCIFER:

    Sink thyself deep in depths of thine own self;
    Perceive the strongest powers of thine own soul;
    And learn to know how this strong love of thine
    Can hold thee upright in the cosmic life.

THOMASIUS:

    Yea, now I feel the soul that wished to show
    Itself to me--'tis Theodora's self--
    'Twas she who wished to be revealed to me.
    She stood before me since 'tis her I'll see
    When I have gained an entrance through this gate.
    'Tis right to love her, for her soul did stand
    Before me in that other body-form
    Which showed me how 'tis her that I must love.
    Through thee alone will I now find myself
    And win the future, fighting in thy strength.

THE GUARDIAN:

    I cannot keep thee back from what must be.
    In pictured form thou hast already seen
    The soul thou lovest best; her shalt thou see
    When thou hast crossed the threshold of this realm.
    Perceive, and let experience decide
    If it shall prove so healing as thou dream'st.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    Ah, heed thou not the guardian strict
    Who leadeth thee to wastes of life
    And robs thee of thy warmth of soul;
    He can but see the spirit-forms,
    And knoweth naught of human woe
    Which souls can only then endure
    When earthly love doth guard them safe
    From chilling cosmic space.
    Strictness to him belongs,
    From him doth kindness flee,
    And power to wish
    He hath abhorred
    Since first the Earth began.

Curtain






SCENE 8


Ahriman's Kingdom. No sky is visible. A dark enclosure like a mountain
gorge whose black masses of rock tower up in fantastic forms, divided
by streams of fire. Skeletons are visible everywhere; they appear to
be crystallized out of the mountain, but are white. Their attitude
suggests the habitual egoism of their last life. Prominent on one
side is a miser and on the other a massive glutton etc., etc. Ahriman
is seated on a rock. Hilary, Frederick Trustworthy, then the Twelve
who were gathered together in the first scene; then Strader; later
on Thomasius and Maria; last of all Thomasius' Double.

TRUSTWORTHY:

    How often have I trod this realm before.--
    And yet how horrible it seems to me
    That e'en from here we must so often fetch
    The wise direction for full many a plan
    Which is important for us and our league
    And points significantly to our aims.

HILARY:

    The grain of corn must fall to earth and die
    Before the life within it can return.
    All that in earthly life hath run to waste
    Shall here unto new being be transformed.
    And when our league desires to plant the seeds
    Of human acts, to ripen in due course,
    'Tis from the dead that we must fetch the grain.

TRUSTWORTHY:

    Uncanny is the lord who here bears rule;
    And if it were not written in our books,
    Which are the greatest treasures of our shrine,
    That he whom here we often meet, is good,
    One would indeed as evil reckon him.

HILARY:

    Not only books, but e'en my spirit-sight
    Declares that what is here revealed is good.

AHRIMAN (in a feigned voice, sardonically):

    I know why ye are gathered here again.
    Ye would discover from me how 'twere best
    To guide the soul of him who oft before
    Hath stood upon the threshold of your shrine.
    Because ye think Thomasius is lost
    Ye now believe that Strader is the man
    To do you service in the mystic league.
    What he hath won for progress of mankind
    By use of powers which follow nature's laws,
    For this he oweth thanks to me, since I
    Hold sway where powers mechanical obtain
    Strength for themselves from their creative founts.
    So all that he may do to help mankind
    It needs must turn itself unto my realm.
    But this time I myself will see to it
    That what I wish shall happen to this man
    In future, since ye lost Thomasius
    By your own work through leaving me aside.
    If ye desire to serve the spirit-powers
    Ye first must conquer for yourselves those powers
    Which in this case ye tried to cast aside.

(Ahriman becomes invisible.)

TRUSTWORTHY (after a pause, during which he has withdrawn into
himself):

    Exalted Master, care oppresseth me
    Though I have striven long to banish it,
    For this is laid upon me by strict rules
    Which have been ordered for us by our league.
    But much that shows the life of this same league
    Hath made the struggle in my soul severe;
    Yet would I ever thankfully submit
    My darkness to the spirit-light, which thou
    Art capable of giving through thy powers.
    But when I must full often clearly see
    Thou wert a victim of delusion's snare
    And how thy words, e'en as events fell out,
    Did often prove so grievously at fault,
    Then have I felt as though some wicked elf
    Were resting painfully upon my soul.
    And this time also are thy words at fault.
    Thou couldst have reckoned that we certainly
    Should hear good tidings from this spirit here.

HILARY:

    'Tis hard to understand the cosmic ways.
    My brother, we are well-advised to wait
    Until the spirit indicates the way
    Which is ordained for that which we create.

(Exeunt Hilary and Trustworthy.)

AHRIMAN (who has re-appeared):

    They see, but do not recognize me yet;
    For had they known who rules within this place
    They certainly would not have ventured here
    To seek direction; and they would condemn
    To age-long pains of hell that human soul
    Of whom, they heard, that it did visit me.

(All the persons who at the beginning of the play were assembled
in the ante-room of the mystic league now appear on the scene;
they are blindfolded to show their ignorance of the fact that they
are in Ahriman's kingdom. The words they speak live in their souls,
but they know nothing of them. They are experiencing during sleep
unconscious dreams which are audible in Ahriman's kingdom. Strader,
who also appears, is however semi-conscious with regard to all that
he experiences, so that later on he will be able to recollect it.)

STRADER:

    The hint that Benedictus gave to me
    That I should cultivate my power of thought,
    Hath led me to this kingdom of the dead.
    Although I hoped that raised to spirit-realms
    I should find truth on wisdom's sun-clad heights.

AHRIMAN:

    What thou canst learn of wisdom in this place
    Thou wilt find all-sufficient for long time,
    If here thou dost comport thyself aright.

STRADER:

    Before what spirit doth my soul then stand?

AHRIMAN:

    That shalt thou know when memory presently
    Can call again to thee what here thou see'st.

STRADER:

    And all these folk, why do I find them here
    Within thy darksome realm?

AHRIMAN:

                              'Tis but as souls
    That they are in this place: they do not know
    Aught of themselves when here, since in their homes
    Sunk now in deepest sleep they would be found.
    But here quite clearly all will be revealed
    That lives within their souls, though they would scarce
    On waking think such thoughts could be their own.
    So too, they cannot hear us when we speak.

LOUISA FEAR-GOD:

    The soul should not in blind devotion think
    That it can raise itself in haughty pride
    Up to the light, or that it can unfold
    Unto its full extent its own true self.
    I will but recognize what I do know.

AHRIMAN (only audible to Strader):

    And dost not know how bluntly thou dost lead
    In haughty pride thyself into the dark.
    She too will serve thee, Strader, in the work
    That thou hast wrung so boldly from my powers.
    She doth not need for that the spirit-faith
    Which seems so ill-accorded with her pride.

FREDERICK CLEAR-MIND:

    Entrancing are indeed these mystic paths;
    Nor will I henceforth fail in diligence,
    But give myself completely to the lore
    That I can gather from the Temple's words.

MICHAEL NOBLEMAN:

    The impulse after truth within my soul
    Is drawing me toward the spirit-light;
    The noble teaching which now shines so clear
    In human life, will surely find that I
    Am the best pupil that it ever had.

GEORGE CANDID:

    I ever have been deeply moved by all
    That hath revealed itself from many a source
    Of noble mystic spirit-treasuries.
    With all my heart would I yet further strive.

AHRIMAN (audible only to Strader):

    Such men mean well: yet doth their striving stay
    But in the upper layers of their souls.
    And so can I make use for many years
    Of all these mighty treasures which lie hid
    Unconsciously within their spirits' depths.
    They too seem useful to my constant aim
    That Strader's work in mankind's life on earth
    Shall with proud brilliance unfold itself.

MARY STEADFAST:

    A healthy view of life will of itself
    Bring to the soul the fruits of spirit-realms
    When men join reverence for the universe
    To a clear view of sense-reality.

AHRIMAN (audible only to Strader):

    She speaks in dreams of this reality;
    She'll dream so much the better when she wakes.
    Yet she will be of little service now.
    Perchance in her next life she'll help me more,
    For then she will appear as occultist
    And as need may arise will teach mankind
    About their life since first the Earth began.
    And yet she scarce will treasure truth aright;
    In former lives she oft did Strader chide
    And now she praiseth him: so doth she change,
    And Lucifer will be more glad of her.

FRANCESCA HUMBLE:

    The solemn mystic kingdom will one day
    Be pictured by mankind as one great whole,
    When thought through feeling shall express itself
    And feeling let itself be led by thought.

KATHARINE COUNSEL:

    Mankind, 'tis true, doth strive to see the light;
    But strange indeed the methods he pursues.
    For first he quencheth it, and is surprised
    That he can find it nowhere in the dark.

AHRIMAN (audible only to Strader):

    So too with souls: they find it good to talk
    As voicing the well-being of their mind,
    But underneath they fail in constancy.
    Such are for me quite unapproachable,
    And yet they will in future much achieve
    From which I'll reap a harvest of good fruit.
    They are by no means what they think themselves.

BERNARD STRAIGHT:

    If knowledge is not gained through cautious search
    Then fantasy brings nought but airy forms
    To solve the riddle of the universe,
    Which only can be mastered by strict thought.

ERMINIA STAY-AT-HOME:

    The cosmic substance must for ever change
    That all existence may unfold itself;
    And he who fain would keep all things the same
    Will lack the power to understand life's aims.

GASPER HOTSPUR:

    To live in fantasy, doth only mean
    To rob men's souls of every power in life
    Through which they can grow strong to serve themselves
    And do true service to their fellow men.

MARY DAUNTLESS:

    The soul that would but burden its own self
    Should form itself through outside powers alone;
    True men will only seek development
    From out their hidden personalities.

AHRIMAN (audible only to Strader):

    It is but human what these souls conceal.
    One cannot tell what they may yet achieve;
    For Lucifer may try his power on them,
    And make them think they are but working out
    Each his own powers of soul with steadfast aim;
    And so perchance he hath not lost them yet.

FOX:

    He who would cosmic riddles rightly read
    Must wait till understanding and right thought
    Reveal themselves through powers within his life,
    And he who fain would find his way aright
    Must seize all he can use that gives him joy.
    Above all else the search for wisdom's lore
    To give high aims to weak humanity--
    This leads to nothing on this Earth of ours.

AHRIMAN (audible only to Strader):

    He hath been chosen as philosopher,
    And such he will appear in his next life--
    With him I do but balance my account.
    Seven of twelve I ever need myself
    And five I give to Brother Lucifer.
    From time to time I take account of men
    And see both what they are and what they do.
    And when I once have chosen out my twelve
    I do not need to search for any more.
    For if I come in number to thirteen
    The last is just exactly like the first.
    When I have got these twelve within my realm
    And can through their soul-nature fashion them,
    Then others too must ever follow them.

(To himself; holding his hands over Strader's ears so that he shall
not hear.)

    True, none of this have I achieved as yet,
    Since Earth refused to give herself to me.
    But I shall strive throughout eternity,
[1] Until--perchance--I gain the victory.
    One must make use of what is not yet lost.

(The following so that it is again audible to Strader):

    Thou seest I do not flatter with fine words,
    Indeed I do not wish to please mankind.
    He who would inspiration seek for lofty aims
    In speech well-regulated and arranged,
    Needs must betake himself to other worlds.
    But, who with reason and a sense for truth
    Perceives the things which here I bring to pass,
    He can acknowledge that it is with me
    The powers are found, without which human souls
    Must lose themselves whilst living on the Earth.
    The very worlds of gods make use of me,
    And only seek to draw souls from my grasp
    When I grow active in their own domain.
    And then if my opponent doth succeed
    In leading men astray with this belief
    That my existence hath been proved to be
    Unnecessary for the universe,
    Then souls may dream indeed of higher worlds,
    But strength and power decay in earthly life.

STRADER:

    Thou seest in me one who would follow thee
    And give his powers to thee to use at will.
    What I have witnessed here doth seem to show
    That all that makes mankind thine enemy
    Is lack of reason's power and strength of mind.
    In truth thou didst not flatter with fine words;
    For thou didst well-nigh mock these poor weak men
    When it did please thee to portray their fate.

    I must confess that it seems good to me
    What thou wouldst give unto the souls of men,
    For they will only be enriched with strength
    For what is good through thee, and will but gain
    That which is bad, if they were bad before.
    If only men did better know themselves
    They must for certain feel with all their hearts
    The bitter scorn that thou dost cast on them.

    But what is here wrung forth from out my soul?
    I speak such words as would destroy my life
    If on the Earth I found that they were true.

    Thou must so think; I cannot otherwise
    Than find that what thou hast just said is true;
    Yet 'tis but truth when in this realm of thine:
    It would be error for the world of Earth
    If it prove there to be what it seems here.
    I must no further trace my human thoughts
    Within this place--they now must have an end.
    In thy rough words there soundeth pain for thee,
    And they are painful too in mine own soul.

    I can--whilst facing thee--but weep--and cry----

(Exit quickly.)

(Enter Maria and Thomasius both fully conscious, so that they can
hear and understand all that goes on, and speak about it.)

THOMASIUS:

    Maria, terror reigns on every side,
    It closeth in and presseth on my soul;
    Whence shall come inward strength to conquer it?

MARIA:

    My holy, earnest vow doth ray out power:
    And thou canst bear this pressure on thy soul
    If thou wilt feel the healing power it gives.

AHRIMAN (to himself):

    'Tis Benedictus who hath sent them here;
    He guided them that they might recognize
    And know me, when they feel me in my realm.

(He speaks the rest so that Thomasius and Maria can hear.)

    Thomasius, the Guardian did direct
    Thy footsteps first of all toward my realm
    Since they will lead thee to the very light
    Thou seekest in the depths of thine own self.
    Here I can give thee truth although with pain,
    As I have suffered many thousand years,
    For though the truth can penetrate to me,
    It must first separate itself from joy
    Before it dares to venture though my porch.

THOMASIUS:

    So must I joylessly behold the soul
    Whom I so ardently desire to see?

AHRIMAN:

    A wish doth only lead to happiness
    When warmth of soul can cherish it; but here
    All wishes freeze, and needs must live in cold.

MARIA:

    E'en in the ever empty fields of ice
    I may go with my friend, where he will be
    Encircled by the light which spirits bring
    When darkness wounds and maims the powers of life.
    Thomasius, feel now thy soul's full strength.

(The Guardian appears upon the Threshold.)

AHRIMAN:

    The Guardian himself must bring the light
    That thou dost now so ardently desire.

THOMASIUS:

    'Tis Theodora whom I wish to see.

THE GUARDIAN:

    The soul that on my threshold clothed itself
    In that same veil which many years ago
    It wore on earth, hath kindled in the depths
    Of thine own soul in solemn hours of life
    The strongest love which was concealed in thee.
    While thou wert standing yet outside this realm
    And first didst beg from me an entrance here,
    It stood before thee in a pictured form,
    And, being thus conceived by inward wish,
    Can only show delusion's vain conceits.
    But now thou shalt in very truth behold
    The soul that in a life of long ago
    Was dwelling in that old man whom thou saw'st.

THOMASIUS:

    I see him now again in his long cloak,
    That worthy ancient with his earnest brow;
    O soul, who dwelt within this covering
    Why dost thou hide thyself so long from me?
    It must--it can--but Theodora be.
    Ah, see--now from the covered picture, comes
    Reality: 'tis Theo ... 'tis myself----

(As Thomasius begins the name 'Theodora,' his Double appears.)

HIS DOUBLE (coming close up to Thomasius):

    Perceive me--and then know thyself in me.

MARIA:

    And I may follow thee to cosmic depths
    Where souls can win perception e'en as gods
    By conquest that destroyeth, yet acquires
    By bold persistence life from seeming death.

(Peals of thunder, and increasing darkness.)

Curtain






SCENE 9


A pleasant, sunny morning landscape, in a terraced garden overlooking
a town with many factories.

Benedictus, Capesius, Maria, Thomasius, and Strader are discovered
walking up and down and engaged in leisurely conversation. Benedictus
wears a white biretta and is in his white robe, but without the
golden stole.

CAPESIUS:

    Here is the place, where Benedictus oft
    In soft warm sunlight of a summer morn
    Gave himself to his pupils that they might
    In reverent mood receive his wisdom's words.
    Out yonder lies what ever must divide
    With pitiless intent the souls of men
    From all the wondrous beauty of the earth,
    That nature's God doth shower so bounteous here.
    In yon waste sea of houses in the town
    Doth Benedictus ever nobly strive
    To heal this human woe by deeds of love.
    And when with human words so wise and true
    He tells his pupils of the spirit-world,
    He seeks for hearts, which free creative power
    That here reveals itself in wakening souls,
    Hath filled with sunshine and with love for men.
    I, too, may now behold the happiness
    Which through his words doth reach the heart of man.
    Since he in love hath underta'en the task
    Of guiding me within the spirit-world:
    And now when I may feel that he is near
    I shall again discover mine own self.

BENEDICTUS:

    Within the circle of my pupils here
    Through free-will acts of others and thyself
    A knot shall one day loosen in the threads
    Which Karma spins in lives of men on earth.
    Thy life itself will help to loose this knot.
    In hearts of men who give themselves in truth
    To follow wisdom, which I serve myself,
    Thou canst by thine own power discover those
    Joined unto whom thou wilt complete the work
    For which in spirit thou hast been prepared.

CAPESIUS:

    Thee have I known, and I will follow thee.
    As I held converse with mine inmost soul,
    When I had been allowed to hear thy words
    Within the spirit-realm in their true form,
    And thou hadst brought me to myself again,
    Then could I see portrayed in spirit-light
    The aims which in the progress of the earth
    I was to follow in my future lives.
    And now I know that thou didst choose for me
    The one right way for this to be revealed.

BENEDICTUS:

    Thomasius and Strader will henceforth
    United with thyself accomplish much
    That best may serve to further human health.
    They have prepared the soul-powers which are theirs
    With such intent since first the Earth began
    That they can join to form a trinity
    With thine own spirit in the cosmic course.

CAPESIUS:

    So I must thank my fate's unbending powers
    Which seemed at first incomprehensible,
    That when the rightful moment came at last
    My life's aim suddenly revealed itself.

(He pauses meditatively.)

    How wonderfully hast thou led me on:
    It seemed at first as if I strove in vain
    To enter with my spirit consciously
    Into those worlds which by thy words are placed
    So thoughtfully before the souls of men.
    For many years I could find nought but thoughts
    When in thy writings I absorbed myself.
    And then, quite suddenly, around me flowed
    The spirit-world in its reality;
    I scarce knew how to find myself aright
    Within my former more accustomed world.

BENEDICTUS:

    That would have hid the spirit-life from thee
    For ever by its strong effective power
    Unless the stronger forces of this life
    Had first reduced it to a shadow dim.
    And so thou too, with thy full spirit-sight
    Must on that threshold learn to know thyself,
    Where others first can gain their spirit-sight.

(During the last words Strader walks up to Capesius and the three go
away together: after a short time Benedictus returns with Strader.)

STRADER:

    It gave deep pain, within mine inmost self
    And weighed with heavy pressure on my soul
    When on awaking to myself I found
    I was again within my body pent
    From which thy words had given me release.
    My deadened soul-life first tormented me
    On my return, yet 'twas not only pain;
    For it brought forth in me the memory
    Of all I lived through ere I saw with dread
    What I could learn from Ahriman himself,
    That every thought must cease its progress there.
    I had to ask myself why I was set
    By Benedictus' word within this realm
    Where souls alone are taken into count
    And only those are valued which can help
    Toward the objects, which that power desires
    To make his own through deeds that I have done.
    He, in his wisdom, wanted to select
    Twelve helpers from the number of mankind.

BENEDICTUS:

    Yet 'tis well known to thee why all these souls,
    Which Ahriman showed forth, drew near to thee,
    When he would force himself upon their fates.

STRADER:

    That also bitter pain revealed to me:
    It showed how in a former life on Earth
    I was united to a brotherhood
    Which now hath formed again its mystic league,
    And how those people stood towards myself,
    Who were in their true nature then revealed.
    And I could feel quite sure that Ahriman
    Will use the bond, which e'en in future lives
    Must ever surely bind their souls to mine.

BENEDICTUS:

    The cosmic powers do so direct their deeds
    That these with cosmic progress may unite
    By following in wisdom number's laws.
    The sign how this direction is fulfilled
    Shows itself clearly to the outer sense;
    If it doth watch the Sun upon the course
    He takes throughout the constellations twelve.
    It is his place amongst those very signs
    Which shows how on the Earth things come to pass
    In strict succession in long course of time.
    So Ahriman desired to mould the souls
    Of those who are united thus to thee
    To powers from whence thy work might shine afar.
    He also wished to follow number's laws
    In binding their soul-nature unto thine.

STRADER:

    Since I have learned the sense of number's law,
    So shall I too succeed in rescuing
    My work from out the realm of Ahriman
    And offering it to the gods of Earth.

BENEDICTUS:

    It was through Ahriman thou hadst to learn
    The sense of number in the universe;
    So was it needful for thine own soul's good.
    'Twas spirit-pupilship that guided thee
    Into that realm, which thou didst need to know
    If thy creative power should bloom aright.

(Exeunt Benedictus and Strader. Maria and Thomasius appear from the
other side.)

MARIA:

    Johannes, knowledge hath thy soul acquired
    From truth's cold realms. No longer wilt thou now
    Weave only in thy pictures that which souls,
    Still pent within the body, live in dreams,
    For far from cosmic progress are those thoughts
    Which but as self-begotten show themselves.

THOMASIUS:

    'Tis love of self--although they may pretend
    'Tis thirst for knowledge maketh them do this.

MARIA:

    Whoe'er desires to dedicate himself
    To human progress and perform such work
    As shall in course of time prove living force
    Must first entrust himself unto those powers
    Who work in deep realities and bring,
    Where order with confusion aye doth fight,
    The rhythmic law of number and its power.
    For knowledge only hath true active life,
    That can reveal itself within the soul
    When it can bring to men, still clothed in flesh,
    The memory of life in spirit-realms.

THOMASIUS:

    My course of life is thus made clear to me.
    I had to feel myself a twofold man.
    Through Benedictus' help and through thine own
    I am a being standing by myself;
    And all the forces that within me stir
    Do not belong at all to mine own self.
    Ye now have given me a manhood new
    Who must be willing to give other men
    What he hath gained by spirit-pupilship.
    He must devote himself unto the world
    As best he can: naught from that other man
    Must mingle and disturb what now at last
    He hath as true self-knowledge recognized.
    Contained in his own world he will go on,
    If his own strength and help from both his friends
    Shall in the future serve to form his fate.

MARIA:

    Whether thou walk'st in error or in truth
    Thou canst keep ever clear the view ahead;
    Which lets thy soul press farther on its path,
    If thou dost bravely bear necessities
    Imposed upon thee by the spirit-realm.

Curtain






SCENE 10


The Temple of the mystic League mentioned in the first and second
pictures. Here Benedictus, Torquatus, and Trustworthy have the robes
and insignia of their office of Hierophant as described in the 'Portal
of Initiation.' The Eastern altar supports a golden sphere; a blue
sphere rests upon the Southern altar; whilst the sphere upon the
altar of the West is red. As the scene opens Benedictus and Hilary
are standing at the altar in the East; Bellicosus and Torquatus
at the altar in the South; Trustworthy at the altar in the West;
then enter Thomasius, Capesius, Strader; then Maria, Felix Balde,
and Dame Balde; and later on the Soul of Theodora; and last of all
the four Soul-Forces.

BENEDICTUS:

    The souls of all my pupils have received
    The spirit-light, each in that special form
    Which was appointed for him by his fate.
    What they have now achieved each for himself
    Each now must render fruitful for mankind.
    But this can only happen, if their powers
    According unto number's rhythmic law
    Desire to join within the holy place
    To form the higher unity, which first
    Can waken to true life what otherwise
    Could only stay in solitary state.
    They stand upon the threshold of the shrine,
    Whose souls must first unite, and then shall sound
    In unison according to the rules
    Imprinted in the cosmic book of fate.
    That what it could not bring to pass itself
    The spirit harmony may thus achieve.
    'Twill bring fresh inspiration to the old
    Which here hath nobly reigned since time was not.
    To you, ye brethren, I these pupils bring
    Who found their way here through the spirit-worlds
    And through the strictest proving of their souls.
    The holy customs will they treat with awe.
    And treasure ancient sacred mystic ways
    Which here are seen as powers of spirit-light.
    Ye too, who have fulfilled in truest wise
    Your lofty spirit-service for so long,
    Henceforth will be entrusted with new tasks.
    The cosmic plan doth call the sons of men
    But for a time unto the sacred shrine,
    And when in service they exhaust their strength
    It guideth them to other fields of work.
    Even this temple had to stand its trial;
    And one man's error had to guard it once,
    The guardian of the light--from darkness deep,
    One cosmic hour big with the fate of worlds.
    Thomasius perceived through inward light
    Which rules unconscious in the souls of men,
    That o'er its threshold he must not pursue
    His way unto the holy mystic shrine
    Ere he had crossed that other threshold o'er,
    Of which this only is the outward sign.
    So of himself he shut the door again
    Which you would fain have opened wide in love.
    He will now as another come again
    Worthy of your initiation's gift.

HILARY:

    Our souls here humbly offer sacrifice
    Unto the spirit by whose power alone
    The inner soul of man is fructified.
    And we would strive that our own wills may be
    A revelation of the spirit-will.
    By cosmic wisdom is the temple led
    Which unconfused doth guide to future times.
    Thou showest us directions which thyself
    Hast read within the cosmic book of fate,
    What time thy pupils passed their proof severe.
    So lead them now within our sacred shrine,
    That they may join their work unto our own.

(Hilary knocks within the Temple; then enter Thomasius, Capesius,
Maria, Felix Balde, Dame Balde, and Strader. Trustworthy and Torquatus
so guide their entrance that when they come to the middle of the
Temple, Thomasius is standing in front of Benedictus and Hilary,
Capesius in front of Bellicosus and Torquatus, Strader in front of
Trustworthy, whilst Maria is with Felix and Dame Balde.)

HILARY:

    My son, the words man utters in this place
    Spell guilt which cries aloud to spirit-worlds
    Unless the speaker follows truth alone.
    As great the guilt, so strong too are the powers
    Which strike it, and destroy the one who speaks
    And proves himself unworthy of his task.
    He who is standing here before thee now,
    Was conscious of the working of his words
    And tried to full extent of all his powers
    To render service to the spirit-world
    Before this holy symbol of that light
    Which shines upon our Earth from out the east.
    It is the will of fate that thou henceforth
    Shalt stand and serve within this sacred place.
    And he who consecrates thee to the task
    And of his office hands thee now the key,
    Doth give his blessing also that it may
    Prove of good service, in so far as he
    Hath served the sacred customs worthily.

THOMASIUS:

    Exalted Master, he would not presume--
    This poor weak mortal, who doth dare to stand
    Before thee now in body,--e'en to shape
    One wish that thy successor he might be
    Within this ancient consecrated place.
    He is not worthy e'en to place one step
    Across the threshold of this mystic shrine,
    But what he dares not wish for, for himself,
    He must perceive in deep humility
    Since powers of fate have of necessity
    Desired to send this call unto his soul.
    It was not I, as I am in my life
    Nor as I saw myself a short time back
    In spirit, as a wholly worthless soul,
    That let me now draw near unto this place.
    And yet the man who stands here visible
    Hath been, by Benedictus and his friend,
    Endowed with second manhood, which the first
    Shall henceforth only as a bearer serve.
    The spirit-pupilship hath given me
    A self that can show forth itself with power
    And to the full unfold its own pursuits
    E'en when the bearer needs must know himself
    Full far removed from lofty aims of soul.
    If, in such case, his duty it doth seem
    To give this second self that's roused in him
    To service in the progress of the Earth
    His life must aye observe this strictest rule
    To be a light before his spirit-eyes,
    That nought from his own self must enter in
    Nor cause disturbance in that work, which he
    Hath not himself arranged nor brought to pass
    But which his second self must execute.
    Concealed within himself he thus will work
    That one day he may be what he doth know
    To be the future goal of his true self.
    Throughout his life he'll carry his own cares
    Locked fast in deep recesses of his soul.
    I told thee when at first thou called'st me
    That I could never tread the temple courts
    In mine own human personality.
    He who now comes, as though another's life
    Had been entrusted to him, sees that fate
    Hath laid on him the task of watching o'er
    Results of his own work and guiding them
    With dutiful attention from this place
    For such time as the spirit doth command.

TORQUATUS (in the South, to Capesius):

    Capesius, henceforth 'twill be thy task
    To serve the holy temple in this place
    Whence love through wisdom shall stream forth to men
    As warmly as the sunshine's noontide rays.
    He who would to the spirit sacrifice
    With understanding of the mystic work,
    Must needs face dangers here, for Lucifer
    Can in this place draw near with secret tread
    To whomsoever faithfully doth try
    To carry out the spirit-service here,
    And on each word he can impress the seal
    That marks the adversary of the gods.
    Thou stood'st before the adversary's throne
    And saw'st what follows his activities;
    So for thine office thou art well prepared.

CAPESIUS:

    He who hath viewed the adversary's realm
    As powers of fate permitted me to do,
    He knows that 'good' and 'evil' are but words
    Which mankind scarce can understand aright.
    Who speaks of Lucifer as wholly bad
    Might also say that fire is evil too,
    Because it hath a power that can kill life;
    He might call water evil, since a man
    Might in the water easily be drowned.

TORQUATUS:

    Through other things doth Lucifer appear
    As evil to thee; not through that which he
    Would indicate as evil of himself.

CAPESIUS:

    The cosmic spirit who could bring the light
    To souls of men when first the Earth was formed
    Must render service to the universe,
    In ways which in themselves seem neither good
    Nor evil unto spirits who have learned
    What stern necessity doth oft reveal.
    For good can turn to ill, if evil minds
    Make use of it for their destructive ends;
    And what seems evil may be turned to good
    If some good being guideth it aright.

TORQUATUS:

    So dost thou know what thou wilt have to do
    So long as thou dost stand within this place.
    Love doth not value powers that are revealed
    Within the world by judgment's stern decree--
    She treasures them for what they may bring forth
    And asks how she can mould and use the life
    Which is created out of cosmic depths.

BENEDICTUS (in the East):

    Yet love speaks often with such gentle words,
    And needs support within the depths of soul.
    Here in this place she will unite with all
    That follows cosmic law with threefold will
    And is unto the spirit dedicate.
    Maria will unite her work to thine.
    The vow she took in Lucifer's domain
    Is now permitted to ray forth its powers.

MARIA:

    Capesius spake words of deep import
    Which can reveal the truth if they proceed
    From that same spirit which can guide mankind
    Toward true love, in progress of the Earth,
    But which but error upon error heap
    When they are fashioned by an evil mind
    And in the soul transform themselves to ill.
    'Tis true that Lucifer doth show himself
    As bearer of the light to man's soul-sight
    When it would seek to gaze on spirit-space.
    But then the human soul will always wish
    To waken also in its inmost depths
    What it can only gaze on and admire.
    Although upon his beauty it may look
    Ne'er may it fall 'neath Lucifer's fell sway
    Lest he should gain the power to work within.
    When he, the bearer of the light, sends forth
    His rays of wisdom and the worlds are filled
    With haughty sense of self, and with full light
    Each creature's personality shines forth
    A pattern of his own imperious self,
    Then may the inmost being of the soul
    Build up on this appearance, and rejoice
    In all its senses, whilst it radiates
    The joy of wisdom, all around, that lives
    In its own self and loves to feel alive.
    But, more than any other spirit, man
    Requires a God who doth not only ask
    For admiration when his outward form
    Reveals itself in glory to the soul,
    But One who radiates His highest power
    When He Himself doth dwell within man's soul,
    And loving unto death foretelleth life.
    A man may turn to Lucifer and feel
    Inspired by beauty, or some splendour bright:
    And yet so live his life within himself
    That Lucifer can ne'er find entrance there;
    But to that other Spirit man doth cry,
    When he can fathom his own self aright:
    'The goal of love for earthly souls--'tis this
    Not I, but Christ, doth live within me now.'

BENEDICTUS (turning to Maria):

    And when her soul shall to her spirit bow
    As she hath vowed to Lucifer, it shall,
    Then through her power on to the temple stream
    With all that leads unto the health of Earth.
    And Christ will kindle in the hallowed place
    Of wisdom warming rays of spirit-love.
    What she can thus accomplish in the world
    Is done because the course of her own life
    Is bound up closely with that knot of fate
    Which Karma spins in human lives on Earth.
    In some long-past existence, it was she
    Who caused the son to leave his father's home;
    And now she leads the son to him again.
    The soul, which in Thomasius now dwells
    In former life was to that one which now
    Fulfils itself within Capesius,
    As son to father bound by ties of blood.
    The father will not now through Lucifer
    Demand the debt Maria owes to him,
    For by Christ's power, the debt hath been annulled.

MAGNUS BELLICOSUS (speaking to Hilary and Benedictus, but frequently
turning to Felix Balde and Dame Balde):

    Within the holy place doth shine the light
    Which flows with power from out the spirit-heights,
    When souls can worthily receive its strength.
    But yet those lofty powers of wisdom's realm
    Which thus reveal themselves in mystic shrines
    Have chosen also other paths to souls.
    The signs of our own times have made it clear
    That all these paths must now be joined in one.
    The temple must unite itself with souls
    Who have reached spirit-light in other ways
    And yet have been enlightened in good truth.
    Now Dame Felicia and her husband too,
    Are such as may approach this sacred place
    And who can bring to it a wealth of light.

DAME BALDE:

    I can but tell the fairy-tales that rise
    Within my heart quite of their own accord--
    only know about their spirit-source
    What oft Capesius hath told to me.
    In all humility I must believe,
    What he hath told me of my gift of soul;
    So also I believe what ye make clear
    Why I am called within these temple walls.

FELIX BALDE:

    I followed not alone the outward call
    Sent to me by the guardian of this shrine;
    But true unto my spirit-pathway's goal
    I have applied myself unto the power
    Which, as mine inmost guide, doth ever point
    In what direction I shall turn my steps
    That I may best be able to fulfil
    In life what spirit-powers have foreordained.
    This time I saw quite clearly I was meant
    To shun that way which Benedictus now
    Hath shown his pupils in the spirit-life.
    The signs that now I see within this shrine
    Appeared to me in vision previously.
    For often when my soul did tread the depths
    And all self-will had been destroyed in me,
    And power and patience could maintain themselves
    In that dread loneliness which aye approached
    Before I could experience spirit-light,
    Then all the universe seemed one with me,
    And soon I found myself within that world,
    Where life's true purpose was revealed to me.
    During such spirit-wand'rings I have been
    In many a temple which it seems to me
    Resembles that which now my sense perceives,
    Just as the writing of the spoken word
    Must show a written picture of the speech.

TRUSTWORTHY (in the West, to Strader):

    Dear Strader, it is now thy destiny
    To speak that word henceforth within the shrine
    Which will agree with all Thomasius
    Makes known to us, as sunset must agree
    With that hope-giving glow of morning light.
    This word, in its full sense doth seize upon
    The working of that Power who showed himself
    To thee, when thou wert standing on thy trial.
    Thou hadst to stand within that spirit-place
    Where thought is strictly ordered to stand still.
    For if thine hand should wield a hammer now
    And only strike the air, it could not know
    The power it hath, unless the blow should reach
    Some anvil; even so it is with thought.
    It ne'er could really fathom its own depth
    If Ahriman were not opposed to it.
    All thought within thy life hath led thee on
    To contradict thyself and this hath caused
    Within thy soul both pain and heavy doubt.
    Thus didst thou learn to know thyself through thought;
    As light can only gaze upon itself,
    But through reflection that its rays cast forth;
    The words of him who serves the temple here
    Thus, in a picture, life's reflection show.

STRADER:

    In truth the light of thought for long time streamed
    But through reflection into mine own life;
    Yet for full seven years the spirit showed
    Itself to me in its bright splendour too,
    And did reveal those worlds unto my soul,
    In front of which my soul had formerly
    Stood ever still in torment and in doubt.
    Within my soul this light must grow so deep
    That it shall last through all eternity,
    If I would find the path to spirit-aims
    And make my own creations bring forth health.

THEODORA (becoming visible, as a spirit-being, at Strader's side):

    I was allowed to win this light for you,
    Because thy power did strive toward my light,
    As soon as thy right time had been fulfilled.

STRADER:

    So too thy light, thou spirit-messenger,
    Will stream o'er all the words that in this place
    Shall be wrung forth from out mine inmost soul.
    For Theodora's self is now with mine
    To holy mystic service consecrate.

(Philia, Astrid, Luna, and the Other Philia appear in a glowing cloud
of light.)

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    To Earth's primeval source
    Mount thoughts of sacrifice
    From many a holy shrine;
    Let all that lives in souls,
    Let all that spirit lights
    Soar to the world of form;
    Let cosmic-powers incline
    With graciousness to men,
    To kindle spirit-light
    Within their powers of soul.

PHILIA:

    From cosmic spirits I
    Will beg their being's light,
    The soul-sense to uphold;
    The sound too of their words,
    To loose the spirit-ear,
    That what hath been aroused
    Upon the paths of soul
    May not become extinct
    In lives of men on Earth.

ASTRID:

    The love-streams will I guide
    That fill the world with warmth
    Unto the spirits of
    Initiated men,
    That thus the sacred rite
    May be preserved and kept
    Within the hearts of men.

LUNA:

    From primal powers will I
    For might and courage pray,
    For these will help to make
    Self-sacrifice to grow,
    So that it may transform
    What now is seen in time
    And change to spirit-seeds
    For all eternity.

Curtain falls while all the characters, including Theodora, Philia,
Astrid, Luna, and the Other Philia are still inside the Temple.









THE SOUL'S AWAKENING


SUMMARY OF THE SCENES


Scene 1: Hilary's business is threatened with disaster because of
his attempt to introduce into it his spiritual ideals and occult
methods. He has engaged as controller of his machinery, Strader,
who is generally known to be a failure because of his unpractical
inventions. With him comes a group of similar "cranks." Hilary's old
manager is in despair.

Scene 2: Johannes is a prey to delusion and loves to wander in his
own dreamland. He is warned by Maria and Benedictus. Capesius, in a
moment of clairvoyance gets a glimpse of Johannes' inner mood, and is
so alarmed that he decides that there can be no blending of spiritual
gifts with earthly things, and he withdraws from Hilary's group and
goes to the old mystic Felix. Maria urges Johannes to discriminate
between truth end self-delusion which can be done by the study of
elemental sprites.

The dance of gnomes and sylphs.

The youth of Johannes appears. It is in despair because it is separated
from Johannes. Lucifer tries to console it with promises of human
wisdom and love of beauty. Theodora offers divine wisdom.

Scene 3: Arguments on various phases of occult development. During
the discussion, Ahriman glides stealthily across the stage to bring
dissension and confusion of thought among the speakers, who are
ignorant of his presence.

Strader's temptations.

Felix speaks on mysticism.

The appearance in spirit form of Maria and Benedictus to help Strader,
and of Ahriman to thwart him. There is a repetition of Strader's part
in Scene II.

Scene 4: Similar discussions between Hilary's manager and
Romanus. Ahriman had succeeded in separating the various mystics.

During the discussion, Romanus, by his arguments on occultism, makes
a great impression upon the manager.

Johannes and his double.

Ahriman scoffs at the Guardian of the Threshold. Strader with
Benedictus. The vision of the latter is troubled; he--the occult
leader--is mistaken.

Scene 5: The Spirit World.

This scene needs careful meditation and some knowledge of the author's
system. Attention should be given to the indications of the planetary
spheres--Mercury, Venus, Sun, Jupiter, and Saturn--to which in turn
we expand after death. Heed should be paid to the warning given by
the Guardian of the Threshold.

Lucifer here appears as a beneficent guide, so, too, the other Philia.

Scene 6: The Spirit World. The same remarks apply. Capesius is struck
by the figures of his previous incarnations, as shown in the former
plays. The Guardian of the Threshold will allow an even earlier
incarnation to appear.

(Scenes 7 and 8: The earlier incarnations in Egypt giving the key
to the four plays, and showing the origin of development of the
different characters.)

Scene 7: Shows in a remarkable way how the future development of the
Baldes and Capesius is going to proceed. The concluding speech of the
hierophant foreshadows the approach of a new Era when candidates for
initiation will get the hidden light independently and not under the
hypnotic suggestion of the guiding priest.

Scene 8: Drop scene. Egyptian woman (otherwise Johannes Thomasius)
is in love with a man who is a neophyte or candidate for mysticism and
about to retire from the world. This mystic is known to us otherwise
as Maria.

Scene 8: About 2000 B.C. The hierophant (Capesius) has refused to
use his thought power to suggest to the candidate what his vision
should be. The candidate has a free vision looking far into the
future. A breath of love and freedom is wafted into the closely sealed
precincts. 'The truth shall make thee free.' But with this rebellion
against the old order, there is a consequence. Lucifer and Ahriman
hitherto chained within the temple break their chains and begin to
work their will. The ancient temple has been invaded, but the Ego
begins to wake. The reader will not overlook, in all this cosmic
development, the individual development of the different characters
which are difficult to understand from the other plays without this
glimpse into their previous incarnation. The author has presented it
in this order, because it corresponds to the reader's own experience.

Scene 9: Maria's awakening. The reminiscence in waking of what has
happened in a psychic condition.

Scene 10: Johannes' awakening. The quotations refer to Scenes 7 and 8.

Scene 11: Strader's awakening. Benedictus' vision is again clouded. The
reason here is probably Strader's approaching death. The quotations
refer to Scene 3.

Scene 12: Ahriman's manner, shape, and speech betray the fact that
he is being found out by the followers of Benedictus. Ahriman hopes,
however, to catch Strader. Note the satire indulged in at the expense
of those occultists, theosophists, and others whose air of superiority
makes them a laughing stock.

Note also the last line showing the importance of remembering the dead.

Scene 13: Hilary and Romanus.

Scene 14: Strader's death is announced and Hilary's manager is
converted.

Scene 15: Secretary and Nurse.

The Secretary's speech.

Ahriman's shape is here even more that of the conventional devil
than in Scene 12. This is to show that his true nature is now fully
grasped by Benedictus and his followers. This is seen in Ahriman's
last speech. Note Benedictus' speech about the dead and their messages.

Benedictus tells Ahriman that one can only serve Good when one does
good not for oneself.

The triumph and initiation of Strader and his future power.

The defeat and exit of Ahriman.






PERSONS, FIGURES, AND EVENTS


The psychic and spiritual events portrayed in this play are to be
conceived as following, at about a year's interval, those delineated in
'The Guardian of the Threshold.'

I. Representatives of the Element of Spirit:

1. Benedictus, the personality in whom a number of his 'pupils'
   recognize the sage who knows the deep spiritual connection of earthly
   events. In my earlier soul pictures 'The Portal of Initiation' and
   'The Soul's Probation,' he is portrayed as the Hierophant of the
   Sun-Temple; in 'The Guardian of the Threshold' he manifests that
   particular phase of spiritual activity which aims to substitute the
   actual spiritual life of modern times for the merely traditional
   views upheld therein by the Mystic Brotherhood. In 'The Soul's
   Awakening' Benedictus must no longer be conceived only as a sage who
   has authority over his pupils but also as having his own psychic
   destiny interwoven with their psychic experiences.
2. Hilary True-to-God, the adept in traditional spiritual life,
   which, in his case, is accompanied by individual spirit-experience.
   He is the same individuality who appears in 'The Soul's Probation'
   as Grand Master of a Mystic Brotherhood.
3. The Manager of Hilary's business of sawmills.
4. Hilary's Secretary. He appears in 'The Guardian of the Threshold'
    as Frederick Clear-Mind.

II. Representatives of the Element of Sacrifice:

1. Magnus Bellicosus named Germanus in 'The Portal of Initiation.' In
   'The Soul's Probation' and in the 'Guardian of the Threshold' he is
   the Preceptor of a Mystic Brotherhood.
2. Albertus Torquatus named 'Theodosius' in 'The Portal of
   Initiation.' He appears in the 'Soul's Probation' as the First Master
   of Ceremonies of the Mystic Brotherhood.
3. Professor Capesius appearing in 'The Soul's Probation' as First
   Preceptor.
4. Felix Balde, representing in 'The Portal of Initiation' a kind of
   natural mysticism, but here, a subjective mysticism. He appears as
   Joseph Keane in 'The Soul's Probation.'

III. Representatives of the Element of Will:

1. Romanus who is here re-introduced under the same name used for
   him in 'The Portal of Initiation' because it expresses the inner
   state of being to which he has worked upwards during the years which
   elapse between 'The Portal of Initiation' and the 'Awakening.' In
   'The Guardian of the Threshold' the name given him of Frederick
   Trustworthy is the one by which he is supposed to be known in the
   physical world, and the name is used there because his inner life
   has very little to do with the events represented. In 'The Soul's
   Probation' he appears as Second Master of Ceremonies in the mediæval
   Mystic Brotherhood.
2. Doctor Strader the individual appearing in 'The Soul's Probation'
   as the Jew, Simon.
3. The Nurse of Doctor Strader the individual called Mary Steadfast
   in 'The Guardian of the Threshold.' In 'The Portal of Initiation'
   she is known as 'The Other Maria' because the imaginative perception
   of Johannes Thomasius constructs, under her guise, an imaginative
   picture of certain nature-forces. Her individuality appears in 'The
   Soul's Probation' as Bertha, Keane's daughter.
4. Dame Balde who appears in 'The Soul's Probation' as Dame Keane.

IV. Representatives of the Element of Soul:

1. Maria whose individuality appears in 'The Soul's Probation' as
   the Monk.
2. Johannes Thomasius whose individuality appears in 'The Soul's
   Probation' as Thomas.
3. Hilary's wife.

V. Beings from the Spirit World:

    1. Lucifer.
    2. Ahriman.
    3. Gnomes.
    4. Sylphs.

VI. Beings of the Element of Human Spirit:

    1. Philia  }   The spiritual beings through whose agency the
    2. Astrid  }   human Soul-forces are connected with the Cosmos.
    3. Luna    }
    4. The 'Other' Philia, representing the element of Love in the
       world to which the spirit-personality belongs.
    5. The Soul of Theodora appearing in 'The Soul's Probation'
       as Cecilia, foster daughter of Keane and sister of Thomas who
       impersonates Johannes Thomasius.
    6. The Guardian of the Threshold.
    7. The Double of Johannes Thomasius.
    8. The Spirit of Johannes Thomasius' Youth.
    9. The Soul of Ferdinand Fox in the realm of Ahriman (Scene 12). He
       appears as Ferdinand Fox only in 'The Guardian of the Threshold.'

VII. The personalities of Benedictus and Maria also appear as
mental experiences, to wit: In the second scene as those of Johannes
Thomasius, in the third scene as those of Strader. Maria appears thus
to Johannes Thomasius in Scene 9.

VIII. The individualities of Benedictus, Hilary True-to-God, Magnus
Bellicosus, Albertus Torquatus, Strader, Capesius, Felix Balde, Dame
Balde, Romanus, Maria, Johannes Thomasius and Theodora appear in the
spirit-realm in the fifth and sixth scenes of this play, as 'souls';
and in the temple in the seventh and eighth scenes as personalities
living in a far distant past.

In connection with 'The Soul's Awakening' it is advisable again to
draw attention to a point already made with reference to the preceding
soul-pictures. Neither the spiritual nor the psychic events nor the
spiritual beings are intended to be mere symbols or allegories. Anyone
interpreting them in this manner would quite misconceive the real being
of the spiritual world. Even in the mental experiences which are shown
(in the second, third, and tenth scenes) nothing merely symbolical
is portrayed. They are genuine psychic experiences, as real for a
person who has access to the spirit world as are persons and events
in the world of the senses. Such a person will find 'The Awakening' a
thoroughly realistic soul-picture. Were the case one of mere symbolism
or allegory, I should certainly have left these scenes unwritten.

In response to various questions, I had once more attempted to add a
few 'supplementary remarks' in explanation of this 'soul-picture;'
but as on former occasions, I again suppress the attempt. I feel
averse to adding material of this kind to a picture intended to
speak for itself. Such abstract considerations have no part to play
in the conception and working-out of the picture, and would only
be a discordant element. The spiritual realities, here set forth,
present themselves to the soul as convincingly as physical things
present themselves to our bodily perception. Yet, as is natural,
an unclouded spiritual vision views the beings and events shown in
pictures painted by spiritual perception otherwise than the physical
perceptions would behold the same beings and events. On the other
hand, it must be said that the manner in which spiritual events array
themselves before the perception of the soul determines alike the
tendency and construction of such pictures.









THE SOUL'S AWAKENING


SCENE 1

Hilary's office. Fittings not very modern. He is a manufacturer of
sawn woodwork.

SECRETARY:

    And e'en our good friends in St. Georgestown
    Declare that they too are dissatisfied.

MANAGER:

    What? even they; it is deplorable.
    The self-same reasons too; 'tis plain to see
    With what regret and pain our friends announce
    That they can deal no more with Hilary.

SECRETARY:

    Complaints of our unpunctuality
    And of the value of our goods compared
    With those produced by our competitors
    Reach us by post; and on my business trips
    Our clients meet me with the same old tale.
    The good name of this house is vanishing,
    By Hilary's forefathers handed down
    To us intact that we might heighten it.
    And men begin to think that Hilary
    Is swayed by dreamers and strange fantasies,
    And, thus obsessed, no longer can bestow
    The earnest care which he was wont to give
    To all the operations of the firm,
    Whose products were world-famous and unique.
    So many as were our admirers then
    So great is now the tale of those who blame.

MANAGER:

    It is notorious that Hilary
    Long since hath let himself be led astray
    By seekers after some strange spirit gifts.
    To such pursuits he ever was inclined;
    But formerly he kept them separate
    From business and its workaday routine.

(Enter Hilary.)

MANAGER (to the Secretary):

    It seems advisable to me to speak
    Alone with our employer for a while.

(Exit Secretary.)

MANAGER:

    Anxiety it is that bids me seek
    An interview and earnest speech with thee.

HILARY:

    Why then does my adviser feel concerned?

MANAGER:

    Things happen constantly which bring to light
    A serious diminution in demand
    For what we manufacture; nor do we
    Produce as large an output as we should.
    There is besides an increase of complaints
    About the lower standard of our work,
    And other houses step in front of us.
    So too our well-known promptness hath declined
    As many clients truthfully attest.
    Ere long the best friends that remain to us
    No more will be content with Hilary.

HILARY:

    Long have I been full well aware of this
    And yet indeed it leaves me unconcerned.
    But none the less I feel an urgent need
    To talk things over with thee; thou hast helped
    Not only as the servant of my house,
    But also as my dear and trusted friend.
    And so I shall speak plainly to thee now
    Of matters which I oft have hinted at.
    Whoever wills to bring the new things in
    Must be content to let the old things die.
    Henceforth the business will be carried on
    In different ways from those it knew before.
    Production, that but stays in straitest bounds
    And without care doth offer up its fruits
    Upon the market of our earthly life
    Regardless of the uses they may find,
    Doth seem so trivial and of little worth,
    Since I have come to know the noble form
    Work can assume when shaped by spirit-men.
    From this time forth Thomasius shall be
    Directing artist in the workshops here,
    Which I shall build for him close to our works.
    So will the product made by our machines
    Be moulded by his will in artist-forms
    And thus supply for daily human need
    The useful with the exquisite combined,
    Art and production shall become one whole
    And daily life by taste be beautified.
    So will I add to these dead forms of sense,
    For thus do I regard our output now,
    A soul, whereby they may be justified.

MANAGER (after long reflection):

    The plan to fabricate such wonder-wares
    Suits not the spirit of our present age.
    The aim of all production now must be
    Complete perfection in some narrow groove.
    The powers which work impersonally, and pour
    The part into the whole in active streams,
    Confer unthinkingly upon each link
    A worth that is by wisdom not bestowed.
    And were this obstacle not in thy path
    Yet would thy purpose none the less be vain.
    That thou shouldst find a man to realize
    The plan thou hast so charmingly conceived
    Passeth belief, at least it passeth mine.

HILARY:

    Thou knowest, friend, I do not dream vain dreams.
    How should I aim at such a lofty goal
    Had not kind fate already brought to me
    The man to realize what I propose?
    I am amazed that thine eyes cannot see
    That Strader is, in fact, this very man.
    And one who, knowing this man's inner self,
    And his own duty to humanity,
    Conceives one of his duties to be this;
    To find a field of work for such a man,
    A dreamer is no proper name for him.

MANAGER (after manifesting some surprise):

    Am I to look on Strader as this man?
    In his case hath it not been manifest
    How easily deluded mortals are
    Who lack the power to know realities?
    That his contrivance owes to spirit-light
    Its origin doth not admit of doubt.
    And if it can sometime be perfected
    Those benefits will doubtless pour therefrom
    Which Strader thought he had already won.
    But a mere model it will long remain
    Seeing those forces are still undisclosed
    Whose power alone will give reality.
    I am distressed to find that thou dost hope
    Good will result from giving up thy plant
    Unto a man who came to grief himself
    With his own carefully contrived machine.
    'Tis true it led his spirit up to heights
    Which ever will entice the souls of men,
    But which will only then be scaled by him
    When he hath made the rightful powers his own.

HILARY:

    That thou must praise the spirit of this man
    And yet seek'st cause to overthrow his work
    Doth prove most clearly that his worth is great.
    The fault, thou sayest, did not lie in him,
    That failure rather than success was his.
    Among us therefore he will surely find
    His proper place; for here there will not be
    External hindrances to thwart his plans.

MANAGER:

    And if, despite what I have just now said,
    I were to strive within myself and try
    To tune my reason to thy mode of thought,
    Still one more point compels me to object.
    Who will in future value this thy work?
    Or show such comprehension of thine aims
    As to make use of what thou mayst have made?
    Thy property will all be swallowed up
    Before thy business hath been well begun,
    And then it can no more be carried on.

HILARY:

    I willingly admit my plans would show
    Themselves imperfect, if amongst mankind
    True comprehension were not first aroused
    For this new kind and style of handicraft.
    What Strader and Thomasius create
    Must be perfected in the Sanctuary
    Which I shall build for spirit knowledge here.
    What Benedictus, what Capesius
    And what Maria yonder shall impart
    Will show to man the path that he should tread
    And make him feel the need to penetrate
    His human senses with the spirit's light.

MANAGER:

    And so thou wouldst endow a little clique
    To live self-centred, from the world apart,
    And shut thyself from all true human life.
    Thou fain wouldst banish selfishness on earth
    Yet wilt thou cherish it in thy retreat.

HILARY:

    A dreamer, it would seem, thou thinkest me,
    Who thoughtlessly denies experience
    That life hath brought him. Thus should I appear
    Unto myself if, for one moment's space,
    I held this view thou hast about success.
    The cause that I hold dear may fail indeed,
    Yet even if, despised by all mankind
    It crumbles into dust and disappears,
    Yet was it once conceived by human souls
    And set up as a pattern on this earth.
    In spirit it will work its way in life
    Although it stay not in the world of sense.
    It will contribute part of that great power
    Which in the end will make it come to pass
    That earthly deeds are wed to spirit aims;
    This in the spirit-wisdom is foretold.

MANAGER:

    I am thy servant and have had my say
    As duty and conviction bade me speak;
    Yet now the attitude thou hast assumed
    Gives me the right to speak as friend to friend.
    In work together with thee I have felt
    Myself impelled for many a year to seek
    A personal knowledge of the things to which
    Thou giv'st thyself with such self-sacrifice;
    My only guides have been the written words
    Wherein the spirit-wisdom is revealed.--
    And though the worlds are hidden from my gaze
    To which those writings had directed me,
    Yet in imagination I can feel
    The mental state of men whose simple trust
    Leads them to seek such spirit-verities.
    I have found confirmation in myself
    Of what the experts in this love describe,
    As being the possession of such souls
    As feel themselves at home in spirit realms.
    The all-important thing, it seems to me,
    Is that such souls, despite their utmost care,
    Cannot divide illusions from the Truth
    When they come down from out the spirit heights
    As come they must, back into earthly life.
    Then from the spirit world, so newly won,
    Visions descend upon them which prevent
    Their seeing clearly in the world of sense,
    And, thus misled, their judgment goes astray
    In things pertaining to this life on earth.

HILARY:

    What thou wouldst raise as hindrance to my work
    Doth but confirm my purpose; thou hast proved
    That in thyself I now have one friend more
    To stand beside me in my search for truth.
    How could I have conjectured up till now
    Thy knowledge of the nature of those souls
    Who fain would come and join me in my task?
    Thou know'st the perils ever threat'ning them.
    So will their actions make it clear to thee
    That they know paths where they are kept from harm.
    Soon thou wilt doubtless know that this is so,
    And I shall find henceforth as in the past
    In thee a counsellor, who doth not fail.

MANAGER:

    I cannot lend my strength to fashion deeds
    Whose processes I do not understand.
    Those men in whom thou trusted seem to me
    Misled by the illusion I have named:
    And others too, who listen to their words,
    Will victims to that same illusion fall
    Which doth o'erpower all thought that knows its goal.
    My help and counsel evermore shall be
    Thine to command as long as thou dost need
    Acts based upon experience on earth;
    But this new work of thine is not for me.

HILARY:

    By thy refusal thou dost jeopardize
    A work designed to further spirit-aims.
    For I am hampered lacking thine advice.
    Consider how imperious is the call
    Of duty when fate designs to make a sign,
    And such a sign I cannot but behold
    In these men being here at our behest.

MANAGER:

    The longer thou dost speak in such a strain
    More clearly dost thou prove thyself to me,
    The unconscious victim of illusion's spell.
    Thy purpose is to serve humanity,
    But in reality thou wilt but serve
    The group which, backed by thee, will have the means
    To carry on awhile its spirit-dream.
    Soon shall we here behold activities
    Ordained no doubt by spirit for these souls,
    But which will prove a mirage to ourselves
    And must destroy the harvest of our work.

HILARY:

    If thou wilt not befriend me with thine aid
    Drear doth the future stretch before my soul.

(Enter Strader, left.)

HILARY:

    Dear Strader, I have long expected thee.
    As things are now it seems advisable
    To spend the present time in serious talk
    And later on, decide what we shall do.
    My dear old friend hath just confessed to me
    That he can not approve what we have planned.
    So let us now hear counsel from the man
    Who promises his spirit to our work.
    Much now depends upon how at this time
    Men recognize each other in their souls,
    Who each to each seem like a separate world
    And yet united could accomplish much.

STRADER:

    And so the loyal friend of Hilary
    Will not join with us in the hopeful work
    Which our friend's wisdom hath made possible?
    Yet can our plan alone be carried out
    If his proved skill in life be wisely joined
    In compact with the aims of future days.

MANAGER:

    Not only will I hold aloof myself,
    But I would also make clear to my friend,
    That this design hath neither aim nor sense.

STRADER:

    I do not wonder thou should'st hold that view
    Of any plan in which I am concerned.
    I saw a great inception come to grief
    Because today the forces still are hid
    Which turn clear thought to sense reality.
    'Tis known I drew from spirit-light the thought,
    Which, though proved true, yet had no life on earth.
    This fact doth witness 'gainst my power to judge
    And also kills belief that spirit hides
    The source of true creation on the earth.

    And 'twill be very difficult to prove
    That such experience hath giv'n me power
    Not to fall victim for the second time.
    For I must needs fall into error once
    That I may safely reach the land of truth.

    Yet 'tis but natural men should doubt my word.
    Thy spirit outlook most especially
    Must find our wisdom promise little gain.

    I hear thee praised for that keen sympathy
    Which goes out from thee to all spirit-life,
    And for the time and strength thou givest it.
    But it is also said that thou wouldst keep
    Thy work on earth severely separate
    From spirit-striving, which with its own powers
    Would work creatively in thy soul-life.
    To this pursuit thou wouldst devote alone
    Those hours which earthly labour doth not claim.
    The aim, however, of the spirit-tide
    Where I see clear life's evolution writ,
    Is to join spirit-work for spirit-ends
    To earthly labours in the world of sense.

MANAGER:

    So long as spirit but to spirit gives
    All it can do in free creative might,
    It raiseth souls in human dignity
    And gives them reason in their life on earth.
    But when it seeks to live out its own self
    And over others' selves to domineer
    It straightway doth draw nigh the realm in which
    Illusion often can endanger truth.
    This knowledge unto which I have attained
    By personal effort in the spirit-world
    Doth make me act as I do act today;
    It is not personal preference, as thou,
    Misled by what is said of me, wouldst think.

STRADER:

    An error 'tis in spirit-knowledge then
    That makes thee hostile to the views I hold.
    Through this will difficulties multiply.
    No doubt 'tis easy for the spirit-seer
    To work in partnership with other men
    Who have already let themselves be taught
    By life and nature what existence means.
    But when ideas which claim that they do spring
    From spirit sources join reluctantly
    With others flowing from the self-same source,
    One can but seldom hope for harmony.

(After a period of quiet meditation.)

    Yet that which must will surely come to pass.
    Renewed examination of my plans ...
    Perhaps may make thee change the views, to which
    On first consideration thou dost cling.

Curtain whilst all three are sunk in reflection.






SCENE 2


Mountainous country; in the distance, Hilary's house, which is in
the vicinity of the workshops, which are not seen. Hilary's house
has no upper floor; no corners or angles, and is crescent shaped. A
waterfall on the left of the stage, facing audience. A rivulet runs
from the waterfall between little rocks across the stage.

Johannes is seen sitting on a rock to right. Capesius left.

JOHANNES:

    The towering masses with their silent life
    Brim up the air with riddles manifold;
    Yet ask no maddening questions such as slay
    A soul that asks not for experience
    But only for serenity in which
    It may behold life's revelation clear.
    See how these colours play among these cliffs,
    How calmly dumb the bare expanses lie,
    How twilight clothes the woods in green and blue;
    This is the world in which Johannes' soul
    Will rest and weave tomorrow's fantasies.

    Johannes' soul shall feel within itself
    The depths and distances of this its world;
    And by creative powers this soul shall be
    Delivered of its hidden energy
    And make known that the world's enchantment is
    Only appearance glorified by art.
    Yet could Johannes ne'er accomplish this
    Did not Maria through her love awake
    With gentle soul-warmth forces in his soul.
    I must acknowledge fate's wise leadership
    In drawing me so closely unto her.
    How short a time it is since I have known
    That she is by my side; how closely knit
    Hath been in these few weeks Johannes' soul
    Into a living unity with hers.
    As spirit she lives in me though far off;
    She thinks within my thought when I call up
    Before my soul the objects of my will.

(Maria appears as a thought of Johannes.)

JOHANNES (continuing):

    Maria here before me! but how strange!
    She must not thus reveal herself to me!
    This stern cold spirit-face, this dignity
    That chills my earthly feelings--'tis not thus
    Johannes will or can Maria see
    Draw nigh to him. 'Tis not Maria--this--
    Whom by kind fate's decree wise powers have sent.

(Maria disappears from Johannes' vision.)

    Where is Maria whom Johannes loved
    Before she had transformed his soul in him
    And led it up to ice-cold spirit-heights?
    And where Johannes, whom Maria loved,
    Where is he now?--He was at hand e'en now.
    I see no more Johannes, who didst give
    Me back unto myself with joy. The past
    Cannot and shall not rob me of him thus.

(Maria again appears before Johannes' vision.)

MARIA:

    Maria as thou fain wouldst her behold
    Lives not in worlds where shines the light of truth.
    Johannes' spirit treads illusion's realm
    By fantasy misled; set thyself free
    From strong desire and its alluring power.
    I feel in me the turmoil of thy soul;
    It robs me of the calmness that I need.
    'Tis not Johannes who directs the storm
    Into my soul; it is some other man,
    O'er whom he was victorious in the past.
    Now as a wraith it roams the spirit-plains;--
    Once known for such it straight will fade away.

JOHANNES:

    That is Maria as she really is,
    Who of Johannes speaks as he appears
    To his own vision at the present time.
    Long since into another form he rose
    Than that which errant fancy paints for me
    Because I am content to let my soul
    Amuse itself with dreams in slothful ease.
    But not yet doth this being hold me fast.
    Escape from him I still can--and I will--
    He often calls me to his side and strives
    To win me for myself by his own powers--
    Yet will I strive to free myself from him.
    Long years ago he flooded my soul's depths
    With spirit being; none the less today
    No more do I desire to harbour him.

    Thou stranger being in Johannes' soul
    Forsake me--give me back my pristine self
    Before thou didst commence thy work in me.
    I would behold Johannes free of thee.

(Benedictus appears at Maria's side, equally as a thought of Johannes.)

BENEDICTUS:

    Johannes, heed the warning of thy soul;
    The man who, flooding thee with spirit, rose
    To be thy nature's primal energy,
    Must at thy side still hold his faithful sway
    And claim that thou transform his being's powers
    Through thy will into human deeds. He must,
    Himself concealed, work out his task in thee;
    That thou some day mayst reach what thou dost know
    To be thy being's distant future goal.
    Thy personal sorrow thou must bear through life
    Fast locked within the chamber of thy soul.
    So only shalt thou win thyself, if thou
    Dost bravely let him own thee more and more.

MARIA (seen as a thought of Johannes):

    My holy earnest vow doth beam forth power
    Which shall preserve for thee what thou hast won.
    Me shalt thou find in those cold fields of ice,
    Where spirits must create light for themselves.
    When darkness wounds and maims the powers of life
    Seek me within those cosmic depths where souls
    Wrestle to win God-knowledge for themselves.
    By conquest that wins being from the void;
    But never seek me in the realm of shades,
    Where outlived soul-experience wins by guile
    A transient life from out illusion's web,
    And dream's frail phantoms can the spirit cheat;
    So that in pleasure it forgets itself
    And looks on serious effort with distaste.

(Benedictus and Maria disappear.)

JOHANNES:

    She saith illusion ...
    ... yet 'tis passing fair.
    It lives; Johannes feels it in himself,
    He feels Maria's nearness in him too.
    Johannes will not know how spirit works
    To solve the riddles of the soul's dark depths.
    He will create and will as artists work.
    So may that part of him still lie concealed,
    Which consciously would gaze on cosmic heights.

(He sinks into further meditation.)

(Capesius rises from his seat; as it were arousing himself out of
deep thought.)

CAPESIUS:

    Did I not clearly feel within my soul
    That which Johannes, dreaming over there,
    Wrought as the pictures of his longing heart?
    Within me glowed to life thoughts not mine own--
    Such as he only could originate.
    The being of his soul lived in mine own,
    I saw him younger grown, as he beheld
    Himself through vain illusion, and did mock
    The ripe fruits that his spirit had achieved.

    But hold! Why do I now experience this?
    For seldom may the spirit-searcher see
    The being in himself of other souls.

    I mind, that Benedictus often said
    That only he--and only for a while--
    Can do this, whose good destiny ordains
    That he shall be upraised one further step
    Upon the spirit path. May I thus read
    The meaning of what happened even now?
    Seldom indeed could this thing be allowed;
    For 'twould be terrible if aye the seer
    Could see the inner being of men's souls.

    Did I see truly?--or could it have been
    Illusion let me dream another's soul?
    I must enquire from Johannes himself.

(Capesius approaches Johannes, who now notices him for the first time.)

JOHANNES:

    Capesius--I thought thee far from here.

CAPESIUS:

    Yet my soul felt itself quite near to thine.

JOHANNES:

    Near mine--at such a time--it cannot be!

CAPESIUS:

    Why dost thou shudder at these words of mine?

JOHANNES:

    I do not shudder ...

(At this moment Maria joins them; this enables both Johannes and
Capesius to speak their next words to themselves.)

(To himself):

            ... how his steady glance
    Doth pierce me to mine inmost depths of soul.

CAPESIUS (to himself):

    His shudder shows me that I saw aright.

(Capesius turns to Maria.)

    Maria, thou dost come in fitting time.
    Perhaps thy tongue may speak some word of cheer.
    To solve the problem which oppresseth me.

MARIA:

    I thought to find Johannes here, not thee.
    Foreboding bade me seek the problem's weight
    In him--but thou, I fancied, wast content,
    Devoted to that glorious enterprise
    Which we are offered here by Hilary.

CAPESIUS:

    What care I for it? It disturbs me now--

MARIA:

    Disturbs thee? Didst thou not express delight
    To think thy projects might be realized?

CAPESIUS:

    What I have lived through in this fateful hour
    Hath changed the former purpose of my soul,
    Since all activity in work on earth
    Must rob me of my new clairvoyant powers.

MARIA:

    Whoe'er is suffered to tread spirit-ways
    Finds many a hint to shape his destiny.
    On soul paths he will try to follow them,
    Yet they have not been rightly understood
    If they disturb his duties on the earth.

(Capesius sits, and is plunged in thought while the vision of Lucifer
appears to Maria.)

LUCIFER:

    Thine effort will not bring thee much reward.
    New force begins to stir within his heart
    That opes the portal of his soul to me.
    Maria, gaze with thy clairvoyant sight
    Upon his inmost soul; and there behold
    How he doth free himself on spirit-wings
    From thy warm loving bonds of work on earth.

(Lucifer remains on the scene.)

(Maria turns towards Capesius to rouse him from his meditation,
but at the same moment he seems to rouse himself of his own accord.)

MARIA:

    If on the spirit-path Johannes felt
    The nature of his duties hinder him,
    'Twould not be right, though so it might appear.
    He needs must work upon the outer plane.
    Thy task is to expound the spirit-lore
    To other men and such a task as this
    Cannot impede the progress of thy soul.

CAPESIUS:

    Far more than when they work on outer things
    Do spirit forces lose themselves in words.
    Words make one reason o'er what one has seen,
    And reason is a foe to seership's power.
    I had a spirit-vision even now
    Which only could disclose itself to me
    Because the soul which was revealed to me,
    Although our earthly bodies are close friends,
    Had never been by me quite understood
    If I saw truly, I am no more bound
    By any ties unto this work of earth.
    For I must feel persuaded that high Powers
    Now set another goal before my soul
    Than that prescribed for it by Hilary.

(He places himself in front of Johannes.)

CAPESIUS:

    Johannes, tell me truly, didst thou not
    A while ago feel old, outlived desires
    That lived within thee like thy present self,
    While thou wast lost in meditation deep?

JOHANNES:

    Can then my spirit's struggle work to form
    Experience within another's soul?
    And can such vision make mine error strong
    To find its way to life in cosmic space?

(Johannes again falls into meditation.)

(Maria turns her face towards Lucifer and hears him say:)

LUCIFER:

    Here too I find the soul's gate open wide.
    I'll not delay but use this chance at once.
    If also in this soul a spirit-wish
    Is born, that work of love must come to naught
    Which doth bode ill to me through Hilary.
    I can destroy Maria's might in him:
    And thus can add her power unto mine own.

(Capesius at this moment straightens up self-consciously, and, during
the following speech, shows an increasingly definite conviction.)

CAPESIUS:

    My doubts dissolve--that which I saw was true;
    I was allowed to see Johannes' life.
    So is it also clear that his world could
    Only unfold itself because mine own
    Would never draw near his and comprehend
    The spirit-path doth ask for solitude.
    Co-operation is but meant for those
    Who comprehend each others' hopes and aims.
    A soul which sets humanity aside
    Attains the wide bounds of the worlds of light.
    A pattern in old Felix can I find,
    He seeks on paths that none but he may know
    In proud seclusion for the spirit-light.
    He sought and found because he kept himself
    From ever grasping things by reason's strength.
    In his track will I follow, and thy work,
    Which hampers seership's power with earthly things,
    Shall no more lead Capesius astray.

(Exit.)

MARIA:

    So 'tis with man, what time his better self
    Sinks into spirit-sleep and strong desire
    Is all his being's food; until again
    True spirit-nature wakes in glowing light.
    Such is the sleep all human beings sleep
    Before clairvoyant powers have wakened them.
    They know not they are sleeping, though awake;
    They seem awake, because they ever sleep.
    The seer doth sleep, when to this waking state
    He struggles forth from out his real self.
    Capesius will now withdraw from us.
    It is no transient whim; his mental life
    Draws him away from us and from our plans.
    It is not he that turns himself from us.
    The dread decree of fate is plainly seen.
    And so we who are left must consecrate
    Our powers with more devotion to our work.

JOHANNES:

    Maria, do not of Johannes ask
    That for new aims at such a time as this
    He should gird up his soul, which like all souls
    Needs spirit-sleep in which it may mature
    The forces which are germinating there.
    I know that I in time to come shall dare
    To work for spirit-worlds--but do not now
    Appeal to me for services--not now.
    Think how I drove away Capesius ...
    Were I ripe for this work--he would be, too.

MARIA:

    Capesius away? Dost thou not--dream?

JOHANNES:

    I dreamed while conscious ... yea, I woke in dreams.
    What would seem fantasy to cosmic powers
    To me proved symbol that I was mature.
    Right well I know my wish was my true self;
    My thinking only was another self.
    And so Johannes stood before my soul
    As once he was, ere spirit seized on him
    And filled his being with a second self.
    Johannes is not dead;... a living wish
    Createth him companion of my soul.
    I may have stunned him, but not overthrown.
    A living man, he claims his natural rights
    Whene'er that other self must sink to sleep.
    And to wake--always that--exceeds its powers.
    Asleep it was throughout that time in which
    Capesius could live within himself.
    How my first nature tore me from myself.
    My dreams did seem to him the sign of fate;
    And so in me and not in him doth work
    The power which drove him forth, and which forbids
    Our spirit to be turned to work on earth.

MARIA:

    The spirit-powers are coming--call on them.
    To cosmic spirit-sources turn thy gaze
    And wait until the powers within those depths
    Discover that within thine own true self
    Which stirs with conscious life akin to theirs.
    Their magic words will show thine inward sight
    That which makes them and thee a unity.
    Cast out thine own brain's interfering speech,
    That spirit may speak in thee as it wills;
    And to this spirit-speech give thou due heed.
    'Twill carry thee beyond the spheres of light
    And link thee to true spirit-essence there.
    Thy misty visions sprung from times long past
    Will then grow sharp and clear in cosmic light,
    But will not bind thee since thou hast control.
    Compare them with these elemental forms,
    With shadows and with phantoms of all kinds,
    And place them near to demons manifold
    And so discover what they really are.
    But in the realm of spirits root thyself
    Who primal source to primal source do bind,
    Who dwell close linked with dormant cosmic powers
    And order the processions of the spheres.
    This view of cosmic things will give thee strength,
    Amid the surging sea of spirit-life,
    To blend thyself and inmost soul in one.

    The spirit bids me tell thee this myself;
    But now give ear to what thou knowest well
    Though 'tis not wedded yet to thy soul-depths.

JOHANNES (still sitting on a rock to right of stage. He collects
himself for a determined effort):

    I will give ear--I will defy myself.

(From both sides advance elemental spirits. From the right of stage
creatures like gnomes. They have steel-blue-grey bodies, small as
compared with men; they are nearly all head, but it is bent forward and
downward, and is lilac and purple in color, with tendrils and gills
of various shades of the same hue. Their limbs are long and mobile,
suitable for gesticulation, but ill-adapted for walking. From the
left of stage come sylph-like figures, slender and almost headless;
their feet and hands are partly fins and partly wings. Some of them
are bluish-green, others yellowish-red. The yellowish-red ones are
distinguished by sharper outlines than the bluish green ones. The
words spoken by these figures are accompanied by expressive gestures
developing into a dance.)

CHORUS OF THE GNOMES (dancing, hopping, and gesticulating in rhythm):

    We harden, we strengthen (said sharply and quickly)
    The nebulous earth-dust;
    We loosen, we powder
    Hard-crusted, earth-boulders;
    Swift shatter we the hard,
    Slow harden we the loose.
    Such is our spirit-kind.
    Of mental matter formed
    Full-skilled were we before
    When human souls still slept (said slowly and dreamily)
    And dreamed when earth began.

CHORUS OF THE SYLPHS (a swaying motion in rhythm):

    We weave and we unweave
    The web of watery air;
    We scatter and divide
    Seed forces from the sun;
    Light-force condense with care;
    Fruit-powers destroy with skill;
    For such is our soul-kind
    From rays of feeling poured,
    Which ever-living glows
    That mankind may enjoy
    Earth-evolution's sense.

CHORUS OF THE GNOMES (dancing, hopping, and gesticulating in rhythm):

    We titter and we laugh (said sharply and quickly)
    We banter and grimace,
    When stumbling human sense
    And fumbling human mind
    Beholds what we have made;
    They think they understand
    When spirits from our age
    Weave charms for their dull eyes (said slowly and emphatically).

CHORUS OF THE SYLPHS (a swaying motion in rhythm):

    We take care, and we tend,
    Bear fruit and in spirit,
    When young mankind's dawn-life
    And old mankind's errors
    Consume what we have made
    And childlike or greyhaired
    Find in time's stream dull joy
    From our eternal plans.

(These spirit-beings collect in two irregular groups in the background,
and remain there visible. From the right appear the three soul-forces:
Philia, Astrid, and Luna with 'the other Philia.')

PHILIA:

    They ray out the light
    As loving light-forms
    To ripeness so blest,
    So gently they warm
    And mightily heat
    Where embryo growth
    Would reach actual life;
    That this actual life,
    May make souls rejoice
    Who lovingly yield
    To radiant light.

ASTRID:

    'Tis life that they weave,
    And help create,
    In up-springing men,
    They shatter the earth
    And densify air;
    That change may appear
    In strenuous growth.
    Such strenuous growth
    Fills spirits with joy
    Who feel that they weave
    A life which creates.

LUNA:

    They thoughtfully mould,
    Alert to create
    In flexible stuff;
    They sharpen the edge
    And flatten the face,
    And cunningly build
    The clearly-cut forms;
    That clearly-cut forms
    The will may inspire
    With cunning to build,
    Alert to create.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    They gather the blooms
    And use without care
    The magical works;
    They dream of the true
    And guard 'gainst the false;
    That germs which lie hid
    May wake into life.
    And clairvoyant dreams
    Make clear unto souls
    The magical web
    That forms their own life.

(These four soul-forces disappear towards the left; Johannes, who
during the preceding events was deep in meditation, rouses himself.)

JOHANNES:

    'And clairvoyant dreams
    Make clear unto souls
    The magical web
    That forms their own life.'
    These are the words that still distinctly ring
    Within my soul; that which I saw before
    Passed in confusion out of my soul's ken.

    Yet what a power stirs in me, when I think;
    'The magical web
    That forms their own life.'

(He relapses once more into meditation; there appears to him as a
thought-form of his own a group composed of: The Spirit of Johannes'
Youth, with Lucifer on its right and Theodora's soul on its left.)

THE SPIRIT OF JOHANNES' YOUTH:

    The life within thy wishes feeds my life,
    My breath drinks thirstily thy youthful dreams;
    I am alive when thou dost not desire
    To force thy way to worlds I cannot find.
    If in thyself thou losest me, I must
    Do grievous painful service to grim shades:--
    O guardian of my life ... forsake me not.

LUCIFER:

    He never will forsake thee,--I behold
    Deep in his nature longings after light
    Which cannot follow in Maria's steps.
    And when the radiance which is born of them
    Doth fully light Johannes' artist-soul
    It must bear fruit; nor will he be content
    To cast this fruit away in yonder realm
    Where love divorced from beauty reigns alone.
    His self will no more seem of worth to him
    Which fain would cast his best gifts to the shades
    Because it sets by knowledge too much store.
    When wisdom shall throw light on his desires
    Their glorious worth will be revealed to him;
    He only can think them of little worth
    So long as they hide darkly in the soul.
    Until they can attain to wisdom's light
    I will be thy protector--through the light
    I find deep-seated in the human soul.

    He has as yet no pity for thy woes,
    And ever lets thee sink among the shades
    When he is striving up the heights of light.
    For then he can forget that thou, his child,
    Must lead a miserable phantom life.
    But henceforth, thou wilt find me at thy side
    When as a shade thou freezest through his fault.
    I will exert my rights as Lucifer

(At the word 'Lucifer' the spirit of Johannes' youth starts.)

    Reserved to me by ancient cosmic law,
    And occupy those depths within his soul
    He leaves unguarded in his spirit-flight.
    I'll bring thee treasure that will light for thee
    The dark seclusion of the shadow-realms.
    But thou wilt not be fully freed till he
    Can once again unite himself with thee.
    This act he can delay ... but not prevent.
    For Lucifer will well protect his rights.

THEODORA:

    Thou spirit-child, thou liv'st Johannes' youth
    In gloomy shadow-realms. To thee in love
    Bends down the soul which o'er Johannes broods
    From realms ablaze with light, aglow with love.
    She will from thine enchantment set thee free
    If thou wilt take so much of what she feels
    As shall procure thee life in blessedness.
    I will ally thee with the elements
    Which labour unaware in cosmic space
    Withdrawing ever far from waking souls.
    With those earth-spirits thou canst fashion forms,
    And with the fire-souls thou canst ray out power,
    If thou wilt sacrifice thy conscious life
    Unto the will that works with light and power
    But without human wisdom. So shalt thou
    Preserve thy knowledge, only half thine own,
    From Lucifer, and to Johannes give
    The services which are of worth to him.
    From his soul's being I will bring to thee
    What causeth him to crave thy being's aid,
    And find refreshment in the spirit-sleep.

LUCIFER:

    But beauty she can ne'er bestow on thee
    Since I myself dare take it far from her.

THEODORA:

    From noble feeling I will find the germ
    Of beauty which grows ripe through sacrifice.

LUCIFER:

    From free-will she will tear thee and instead
    Give thee to spirits who dwell in the dark.

THEODORA:

    I shall awaken sight by spirit filled
    That e'en from Lucifer knows itself free.

(Lucifer, Theodora, and the Spirit of Johannes' youth
disappear. Johannes, awaking from his meditation, sees 'the other
Philia' approaching him.)

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    And clairvoyant dreams
    Make clear unto souls
    The magical web
    That forms their own life.

JOHANNES:

    Thou riddle-speaking spirit--at thy words
    This world I entered! Of its mysteries
    One only--is important for my soul:
    Whether, as living in the spirit worlds,
    The shadow dwells who sought with Lucifer
    And Theodora to be shown to me.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    He lives--and by thyself was waked to life.
    E'en as a glass in pictures doth reflect
    All things by light upon its surface thrown
    So must whate'er in spirit-realms thou see'st--
    Ere full maturity gives thee the right
    To such clairvoyance--mirrored be in life
    Within the realm of half-waked spirit-shades.

JOHANNES:

    'Tis but a picture, mirrored thus by me?

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    Yet one that lives and keeps its hold on life
    So long as thou dost keep within thyself
    An outlived self which thou indeed canst stun
    But which as yet thou canst not overthrow.
    Johannes, thine awakening is but false
    Until thou shalt thyself set free the shade
    Whom thine offence doth lend a magic life.

JOHANNES:

    What thanks I owe this spirit, who brings truth
    Into my soul--I needs must follow it.

Curtain falls slowly, while 'the other Philia' and Johannes remain
quietly standing.






SCENE 3


The Same.

(Enter left, Magnus Bellicosus, Romanus, Torquatus, and Hilary,
in deep conversation, and pausing in their walk.)

BELLICOSUS:

    And if his headstrong mood will not be changed,
    How can prosperity attend the work
    Which Hilary is fain to dedicate
    In loving service to his fellowmen?

ROMANUS:

    What our friend's true companion in his work
    Did give as reason why he did object,
    Hath weight not only amongst men who form
    Opinions based on outer facts of life.
    Are not these arguments advanced by him
    Also in harmony with mystic views?

BELLICOSUS:

    Yet it lies not within the spirit group
    Which holds our projects in its firm embrace.
    Those who succeeded to our mystic task
    Were Benedictus' pupils;--'tis for them
    That Hilary would make a field of work
    In which their spirit-fruitage can mature.
    The wise powers ruling over destiny
    Have, in the temple, joined them to ourselves;
    Our friend, however, represents alone
    The wisdom which to us within the shrine
    As spirit-law and duty was revealed.

ROMANUS:

    But art thou sure that thou dost understand
    This spirit-law? More simply it might mean
    That Benedictus and his pupils too,
    Whom in his way he to the spirit led,
    Should still remain within the temple's shrine
    And not at this time tread the hard rough road
    To which friend Hilary would lead them on.
    For but too easily can spirit-sight
    Be turned, upon that road, to soul's dream-sleep.

BELLICOSUS:

    I did not hope to hear such words from thee
    To Hilary's companion in his work.
    We must indeed allow that knowledge gained
    From books alone is but of little worth.
    But thou art bound to recognize the signs
    Which are begotten on the mystic way.
    How Benedictus' pupils were impelled
    To come to us, speaks clearly to our souls.
    They are joined with us that we may obey
    What their clairvoyance doth to them reveal.

TORQUATUS:

    Another sign doth still make manifest
    That full rich blessing from the spirit-powers
    Upon that project hath not been outpoured
    Which in the temple showed itself to us.
    Capesius hath now withdrawn himself
    From Benedictus and his pupils' group.
    That he should not yet in its fullness feel
    The wakefulness of soul which now in him
    Doth Benedictus seek, doth cast sad doubt
    E'en on our teacher's personal competence.

BELLICOSUS:

    The gift of seership lies still far from me:
    Yet intuition often doth reveal
    Within my soul the meaning of events.
    When for the first time in our sacred fane
    I saw Capesius within our group
    The thought oppressed me, that fate set him there
    To be both near to us and yet far off.

ROMANUS:

    Thine intuition I can fully grasp.
    But at that very moment none amongst
    Our new-found mystic friends so closely knit
    By fate to us as Strader, could I find.
    Such intuition is to me a sign
    To show my soul the road, where I may then
    With reason search; and when I come to act
    I must destroy that intuition first
    Which gave strength and direction to my thought.
    Thus mysticism's strict decrees ordain.
    In spirit-realms I find myself in truth
    With Benedictus' pupils close allied;
    Yet, if I leave my inner mystic group
    And find my way back into life on earth,
    By Strader's side alone dare I do this.

TORQUATUS:

    But Hilary's companion in his work
    Finds not in Strader's soul true spirit-strength
    Such as can prove of use in outer life.
    And if myself I heed my inner voice
    It is revealed that he entirely lacks
    The rightful mood to tread the mystic path.
    What outward signs can show him of these things
    And what his reason grasps of spirit-life,
    Arouse the explorer's zeal in him;
    From inward spirit-life he stands far off.
    What can the spirit products of this man
    Be but obscurely woven mystic dreams?

ROMANUS:

    Upon the spirit path his friends have trod;
    He hath not made sufficient progress yet
    To join himself to foes of his own soul,
    Who bring to many mystics danger great
    When they pursue him into life on earth.

BELLICOSUS:

    If thou dost think him safe from such attacks
    Nought hinders thee from working for him there
    So that this great scheme may be brought to pass
    Which Hilary would carry out through him.
    For when our friend's companion comes to know
    How highly thou dost rate the man whom he
    Dares think of little worth, he will in truth
    Misdoubt his own opinion. Thou alone
    Canst win him over to the cause we serve.
    For well he knows that in thine outer life
    Thou hast invariably achieved success
    In all thou hast essayed with forethought wise.

ROMANUS:

    If thou wilt Strader take, dear Hilary,
    As thy companion, and, from this thy work
    Keep Benedictus' other followers
    On spirit paths from all illusion free,
    Thou shalt not stand alone;--I offer thee
    Not only what now Bellicosus asks
    As my assistance; but will also help
    With all the worldly goods at my command
    In making Strader's plan a real success.

HILARY:

    How canst thou think that Strader at this time
    From Benedictus' pupils would depart?
    To follow his own spirit-aims alone?
    The others are as near him as himself.

ROMANUS:

    In human life they well may stand so close.
    But only that part of his soul can hold
    That they in spirit too are one with him,
    Which still is deeply sunk in spirit-sleep
    But soon, methinks, it will be evident
    How that part can grow ripe to waking life.

(Exeunt right.)

(Enter left--Capesius, Strader, Felix Balde, and Dame Balde; as if
coming to a standstill during their talk because of the importance
to them of the following dialogue.)

CAPESIUS:

    To seek the spirit in mine inmost soul
    Is all that I can do at such a time.
    Were I to load myself with outward work,
    That spirit might be brought to realms of sense,
    With rashness should I strive to grasp the cause
    Of being in those worlds whose essence true
    I have not fully grasped within myself.
    Of cosmic being I can see no more
    Than hath already shaped itself in me.
    How shall my work do good to other men
    If in creating I but please myself?

STRADER:

    Thy meaning is, I take it, that thy work
    Will only carry thine own being's stamp;
    And in that work, thou dost but manifest
    To outward cosmic life thy personal self?

CAPESIUS:

    Till I encounter with mine inner world
    A being strange to me, 'tis even so.
    How far I now can pierce another's soul
    I realized with pain, when for a while
    I was awake and could with clearness judge.

FELIX BALDE:

    Thou speak'st as I have never heard thee speak--
    But ne'er could I so understand thy mind
    As I do now, when naught speaks but thyself.
    In all thy words there rings the mystic mood
    Which I have sought unwearied many years;
    And which alone can recognise the light
    In which the human spirit feels itself
    A part of cosmic spirit through clear sight.

CAPESIUS:

    Because I felt how near I'd drawn to thee
    I sought thee, fleeing from the kind of life
    That was about to slay mine inner world.

STRADER:

    I often understood thy present speech;--
    And then I thought it wisdom;--but no word
    In all thy speech can I now understand.
    Capesius and father Felix both
    Conceal dark meanings in transparent words....

    Do I not feel these words of thine are but
    The cloak of forces: forces of the soul
    That exile me from thee unto those words
    Which lie remote from all thy spirit-paths?
    Worlds I have no desire for,--since I must
    Deep in my soul adore that world of thine.
    The opposition I can lightly bear
    Which from without now menaceth my work;
    Yea, e'en if all my plans were broken up
    Upon this opposition;--I could bear.
    But I cannot forego these worlds of thine.

FELIX BALDE:

    A man cannot attain the spirit-world
    By seeking to unlock the gates himself.
    Once didst thou give me pleasure, when of old
    Of thine invention thou wast wont to speak--
    Then, when enlightenment was granted thee
    By what thou didst not strive to understand.
    Thou wast far nearer to the mystic mood.

    To strive for nought,--but just to live in peace,
    Expectancy the soul's whole inner life:--
    That is the mystic mood. When waked in man
    It leads his inmost soul to realms of light.
    Our outward tasks do not endure such mood.
    If them thou wouldst through mysticism seek,
    Mystic illusion will destroy thy life.

STRADER:

    I need thee sorely;--yet I find thee not--
    The being that unites us thou dost scorn.
    Yet how can men be found to undertake
    True cosmic work if mystics all decline
    To leave their individuality?

FELIX BALDE:

    Into thy world of active daily life
    The tender being of clairvoyant sight
    Cannot be introduced, for it will fade
    E'en as its welcome border line appears.
    In faith devout, revering spirit-sway
    With spirit-sight reposing in the heart:--
    Thus mystics should draw nigh the world of deeds.

CAPESIUS:

    And if they strive to tread it otherwise
    The work of error they will then behold;
    But wisdom's radiance they will never see.
    I once saw clearly through another's soul.
    I knew that I saw truly what I saw.
    Yet only that soul's error could I see.
    This was my fate for spoiling spirit-sight
    By my desire for outer deeds on earth.

STRADER:

    Thus speaks Capesius who hath advanced
    Beyond me far upon the path of souls.
    And yet my spirit-vision only wakes
    When thoughts of action wholly fill my soul;
    And it is flooded with a living hope
    That for the spirit it may build a shrine
    And kindle there on earth the light that shines
    So warmly through the spirit-worlds on high
    And seeks, through human sense-activities,
    A new home in the daily life of earth.

    Am I a son of error?--not thy son,
    Ye wide-flung spirit-realms where wisdom dwells?

(Strader turns away, for a moment, from the companions with
whom he has been conversing; and now he has the following
spirit-vision--Benedictus, Maria, Ahriman appear--in the guise of
his thought-forms but nevertheless in real spirit-intercourse; first
Benedictus and Ahriman, then Maria.)

BENEDICTUS:

    In wide-flung spirit-realms where wisdom dwells
    Thou seekest aid to still thy questioning doubt,
    Which makes the secret of thine inner life
    Lie like a burden on thine earthly thought.
    And thou shalt have an answer, such an one
    As spirit-spaces out of their soul-depths
    Are willing to reveal through this my voice.
    But learn to understand what thou hast guessed
    And what thou often hast made bold to say,
    But in thine inner being only dreamst.
    Give to thy dreams the life, which I am bound
    To offer thee from out the spirit-world;
    But turn to dreams whatever thou canst draw
    By thought from all thy sense-experience.
    Capesius and Felix cast thee forth
    From out the spirit-light which they behold;
    Thy place th' abyss betwixt themselves and thee--
    Do not complain that they have done this thing,
    But gaze in thine abyss.

AHRIMAN:

                            Aye, gaze therein!
    Thou shalt behold there what to thee seems meet
    For human spirits on their cosmic path.
    'Twere well for thee, if other spirit-powers
    Did tell thee when thy soul is sunk in sleep;
    But Benedictus tells thee when awake,
    So dost thou slay, beholding, thy response.
    Aye, gaze therein.

STRADER:

                      I will. What do I see?
    Two forms confused? They change, yea, and they tear,
    One at the other tears--a battle now--
    The phantoms fight each other furiously,--
    Destruction reigns, and from it gloom is born;--
    From out the gloom now issue other shades
    With ether's light around them,--flick'ring red;
    One of the forms quite clearly leaves the rest;
    And comes to me;--sent from the dark abyss.

(Maria steps forth from the abyss.)

MARIA:

    Thou seest demons;--summon up thy strength,
    They are not thus,--before thee they appear
    What they are not. If thou canst hold them fast
    Until their phantom nature shall become
    Illumined to the being of thy soul
    Thou wilt behold what value they possess
    In evolution of the cosmic scheme.
    Thy power of sight doth fade ere they unfold
    The forces which will make them luminous.
    Illuminate them with thine own self's light.
    Where is thy light? Thou rayest darkness out--
    Perceive thy darkness all around thyself--
    'Midst light thou dost create the baffling gloom;
    And feelst it when created by thyself.
    Yet then thou ne'er canst feel thyself create.
    Thou wouldst forget thy longing to create,
    Which reigns unconsciously within thy soul.
    Because thou art afraid to ray out light.
    Thou wouldst enjoy this light that is thine own.
    Thou wouldst enjoy therein thyself alone.
    Thou seekst thyself, and seekest to forget.
    Thou let'st thyself sink dreaming in thyself.

AHRIMAN:

    Aye, list to her; thy riddles she can solve
    But her solution solves them not for thee.
    She gives thee wisdom--so that with its aid
    Thou canst direct thy steps to foolishness.
    Wisdom were good for thee--at other times,
    When on thee spirit-day doth brightly shine.
    But when Maria speaks thus in thy dreams
    She slays thy riddle's answer by her words.
    Aye, list to her.

STRADER:

                     What mean such words as these?
    Maria, are they born from out the light?
    From out my light? Or is my darkness that
    From which they sound? O Benedictus, speak;
    Who brought me counsel from the dark abyss?

BENEDICTUS:

    At thine abyss's edge she sought thee out.
    Thus spirits seek out men to shelter them,
    From those who fashion phantoms for men's souls
    And so conceal the cosmic-spirit's sway
    With mazy darkness, that they only know
    Themselves in truth in their own being's net.
    Look further yet within thy dark abyss.

STRADER:

    What now lives in the depths of mine abyss?

BENEDICTUS:

    Gaze on these shades; upon the right, blue-red
    Enticing Felix--and the others see--
    There on the left--where red with yellow blends;
    Who are intent to reach Capesius.
    They both do feel the might of these same shades;--
    And each in loneliness creates the light
    Which foils the shades who would deceive men's souls.

AHRIMAN:

    He would do better did he show to thee
    Thy shades--yet this thing could he scarcely do;--
    He hath the best intentions certainly.
    He only sees not where to seek those shades.
    They stand behind thee, critically near,--
    Yet thou thyself dost hide them now from him.

STRADER:

    So now I hear in mine abyss these words
    Which once I thought the prating of a fool,
    When Hilary's adviser uttered them....

MARIA:

    Sire Felix tempers for himself the blade
    That rids him of his danger; one who treads
    The path thy soul takes needs another kind.
    The sword Capesius doth fashion here,
    And bravely wields in battle with his foes,
    Would be for Strader but a shadow sword
    Should he commence therewith the spirit-fight
    Which powers of destiny ordain for souls
    Who must change spirit-being, ripe for deeds
    With mighty power, to earth activity.
    Thou canst not use their weapons in thy fight;
    Yet thou must know them, so that thou mayst forge
    Thine own from out soul-substance thoughtfully.

(The figures of Benedictus, Ahriman, and Maria disappear; i.e., from
outward sight; Strader wakes up from his spirit-vision; he looks round
for Capesius, Felix Balde, and Dame Balde, who again approach him;
he has seated himself upon a rock.)

FELIX BALDE:

    Dear Strader, even now the spirit drove
    Thee far from us--thus it appeared to me.

(He pauses a while in the expectation that Strader will say something,
but since the latter remains silent Felix continues.)

    I would not seem to cast thee coldly forth
    From out our group to other paths of life.
    I only wish to check thy further steps
    In that illusion which confuseth thee.
    What spirit sees in spirit must by souls
    In spirit also be received and lived.
    How foolish were it if Felicia
    Should take the fairies living in her soul,
    Who also fain would only live in souls,
    And make them dance upon a puppet's stage.
    Their magic charm would be completely lost.

DAME BALDE:

    I surely have been silent long enough.
    But speak I will, if thou art going to cast
    Thy mystic mood upon my fairy sprites.
    They would indeed enjoy to have their power
    Drawn out of them, that they might be brought up
    And suckled fresh with mysticism's milk.
    I honour mysticism; but I fain
    Would keep it distant from my fairy realms.

CAPESIUS:

    Felicia, was it not thy fairy-tales
    That set my feet first on the spirit-path?
    Those stories of the air and water-sprites,
    Called up so oft before my thirsting soul,
    Were messengers to me from yonder world
    Whereto I now the mystic entrance seek.

DAME BALDE:

    But since thou cam'st with this new mystic art
    Into our house thou hast but seldom asked
    What my fair magic beings are about.
    More often thou hast only thought of worth
    What wears a solemn air of dignity;
    While those who caper out of sheer delight
    Are uncongenial to thy mystic ways.

CAPESIUS:

    I do not doubt, Felicia, that I
    Shall one day comprehend the meaning hid
    Deep in the being of those wondrous elves
    Who show their wisdom through a merry mask.
    Yet now my power hath not advanced so far.

FELIX BALDE:

    Felicia, thou knowest how I love
    Those fairy beings who do visit thee;
    But to conceive them as mechanical
    Embodied dolls--this goes against the grain.

DAME BALDE:

    As yet I have not brought them to thee thus;
    Thy fancy flies--too high; but I was glad
    When Strader's plan was told me, and, I heard,
    Thomasius also strives to represent
    The spirit cased in matter visible.
    I saw in spirit dancing merrily
    My fairy princes and my souls of fire
    In thousand doll-games, beautified by art;
    And there I left them, happy in the thought,
    To find their own way to the nurseries.

Curtain






SCENE 4


The Same.

(The Manager and Romanus, pausing in their walk, speak as follows.)

MANAGER:

    Thou know'st the mystic friends of Hilary,
    And I perceive in thee a clever man
    With power to give at all times judgment sure
    Both in life's work and in the mystic arts:
    And so I value thy considered thought.
    But how shall I make sense of what thou sayst?
    That Strader's friends should stay in spirit-realms
    And not as yet use their clairvoyant powers
    Upon the fashioning of things of sense
    Seems right to thee. But will the selfsame path
    For Strader not be just as dangerous?
    His spirit methods seem to prove to me
    That nature-spirits always blind his eyes
    As soon as strong desire for personal deeds
    Drives him to seek some outer work in life.
    Within oneself, as all true mystics know,
    Those forces must develop in their strength
    In order to oppose these enemies;
    But Strader's sight, it seems, is not yet ripe
    To see such foes upon his spirit-path.

ROMANUS:

    Yet those good spirits who conduct such men,
    As stand outside the spirit-realms entire,
    Have not yet left his side, but guide his steps.
    These spirits ever pass those mystics by
    Who make a pact with beings to secure
    Their service for their personal spirit mood.
    In Strader's methods I can plainly feel
    How nature-spirits still give to his self
    The fruits of their benign activity.

MANAGER:

    So 'tis by feeling only thou art led
    To think good spirits work in Strader's case;
    Thou off'rest little and dost ask full much.

    These are the spirits I must henceforth ask
    If I continue active in this place
    Where for so long I have been privileged
    To serve the work-plans and that spirit true
    Which Hilary's own father ever loved;
    And which I still hear speaking from his grave,
    E'en if his son hath no more ears for it.
    What saith this spirit of that brave strong man
    When he perceives these crazy spirits now
    Which his son tries to bring within his house?
    I know that spirit who for ninety years
    Lived in his body. He it was who taught
    To me the truest secrets of my work
    In those old days when he could work himself,
    The while his son crept off to mystic fanes.

ROMANUS:

    My friend, canst thou indeed be unaware
    How highly this same spirit I revere?
    His servant certainly was that old man
    Whom for a pattern thou didst rightly choose.
    And I myself have striv'n to serve him too
    From childhood's days up to the present time.
    But I too crept away to mystic fanes.
    I planted truly deep within my soul
    What they were willing to bestow on me.
    But reason swept aside the temple mood
    When at the door it entered into life.
    I knew that in this way I best could bring
    This mood's strong forces into earthly life.
    From out the temple none the less I brought
    My soul into my work. And it is well
    That soul by reason should not be disturbed.

MANAGER:

    And dost thou find that Strader's spirit-way
    Is even distantly akin to thine?
    I find myself at thy side ever free
    From spirit-beings Strader brings to me.
    I clearly feel, e'en in his random speech,
    How elemental spirits, quick with life,
    By word and nature pour themselves through him
    Revealing things the senses cannot grasp.
    It is just this that keeps me off from him.

ROMANUS:

    This speech, my friend, doth strike me to the heart.
    Since I drew nigh to Strader I have felt
    Those very thoughts which come to me through him
    To be endowed with quite peculiar power.
    They cleft me just as if they were mine own.
    And one day I reflected: What if I
    Owe to his soul not to myself the power
    Which let me ripen to maturity!
    Hard on this feeling came a second one;
    What if for all that makes me of some use
    In life and work and service for mankind
    I am indebted to some past earth-life?

MANAGER:

    I feel precisely thus about him too.
    When one draws near to him, the spirit which
    Doth work through him moves powerfully one's soul.
    And if thy strong soul must succumb to him,
    How shall I manage to protect mine own
    If I unite with him in this his work?

ROMANUS:

    It will depend on thee alone to find
    The right relation 'twixt thyself and him.
    I think that Strader's power will not harm me
    Since in my thought I have conceived a way
    In which he may have made that power his own.

MANAGER:

    Have made--his own--such power--and over thee--
    A dreamer--over the--the man of deeds!

ROMANUS:

    If one might dare to make a guess that now
    Some spirit lives its life in Strader's frame
    Who in some earlier earth-life had attained
    To most unusual altitude of soul;
    Who knew much which the men of his own time
    Were still too undeveloped to conceive.
    Then it were possible that in those days
    Thoughts in his spirit did originate
    Which by degrees could make their way to earth
    And mingle in the common life of men;
    And that from this source people like myself
    Have drawn their capability for work--
    The thoughts which in my youth I seized upon,
    And which I found in my environment,
    Might well have been this spirit's progeny!

MANAGER:

    And dost thou think it justifiable
    To trace back thoughts to Strader and none else
    That hold a value for mankind's whole life?

ROMANUS:

    I were a dreamer if I acted thus.
    I spin no dreams about mankind's whole life
    With eyes fast closed. I ne'er had use for thoughts
    That show themselves and forthwith fade away.
    I look at Strader with wide-open eyes;
    And see what this man's nature proves to be,
    What qualities he hath and how he acts,
    And that wherein he fails;--and then I know
    I have no option left me but to judge
    Of his endowments as I have just done.
    As if this man had stood before mine eyes
    Already many hundred years ago,
    So do I feel him in my spirit now.
    And that I am awake--I know full well.
    I shall lend my support to Hilary;
    For that which must will surely come to pass.
    So think his project over once again.

MANAGER:

    It will be of more benefit to me
    If I think over that which thou hast said.

(Exeunt Manager and Romanus. Johannes comes from another direction,
deep in thought, and sits down on a boulder. Johannes is at first
alone, afterwards appear his Double, the Spirit of Johannes' youth,
and finally the Guardian of the Threshold, and Ahriman.)

JOHANNES:

    I was astonished when Capesius
    Made known to me how my soul's inner self
    Revealed itself unto his spirit's eye.
    I could so utterly forget a fact
    Which years ago was clear as day to me:--
    That all that lives within the human soul
    Works further in the outer spirit-realms;
    Long have I known it, yet I could forget.
    When Benedictus was directing me
    To my first spirit-vision, I beheld
    Capesius and Strader by this means,
    Clear as a picture, in another age.
    I saw the potent pictures of their thoughts
    Send circling ripples through the world's expanse.
    Well do I know all this--and knew it not
    When I beheld it through Capesius.
    The part of me which knows was not awake;
    That in an earth-life of the distant past
    Capesius and I were closely knit:
    That also for a long time have I known,--
    Yet at that instant I did know it not.
    How can I keep my knowledge all the time?

(A voice from the distance, that of Johannes' Double.)

    'The magical web
    That forms their own life.'

JOHANNES:

    'And clairvoyant dreams
    Make clear unto souls
    The magical web
    That forms their own life.'

(While Johannes is speaking these lines his Double approaches
him. Johannes does not recognize him, but thinks "the other Philia"
is coming towards him.)

    O spirit-counsellor, thou com'st once more;
    True counsel didst thou bring unto my soul.

THE DOUBLE:

    Johannes, thine awakening is but false
    Until thou shalt thyself set free the shade
    Whom thine offence doth lend a magic life.

JOHANNES:

    This is the second time thou speakest thus.
    I will obey thee. Point me out the way.

THE DOUBLE:

    Johannes, give life in the shadow-realm
    To what is lost to thee in thine own self.
    From out thy spirit's light pour light on him
    So that he will not have to suffer pain.

JOHANNES:

    The shadow-being in me I have stunned
    But not o'erthrown: wherefore he must remain
    A shade enchanted amongst the other shades
    Till I can re-unite myself with him.

THE DOUBLE:

    Then give to me that which thou owest him:
    The power of love, that drives thee forth to him,
    The heart's hope, that was first begot by him,
    The fresh life, that lies hidden deep in him,
    The fruits of earth-lives in the distant past,
    Which with his being now are lost to thee;
    Oh, give them me; I'll bring them safe to him.

JOHANNES:

    Thou knowest the way to him?--Oh, show it me.

THE DOUBLE:

    I could get to him in the shadow-realm
    When thou didst raise thyself to spirit-spheres;
    But since, desire-powers tempting thee, thou didst
    Avert thy mind to follow after him,
    When now I seek him my strength ever fails.
    But if thou wilt abide by my advice
    My strength can then create itself anew.

JOHANNES:

    I vowed to thee that I would follow thee--
    And now, O spirit-counsellor, again
    With all my soul's strength I renew that vow.
    But if thou canst thus find the way to him,
    Then show it to me in this hour of fate.

THE DOUBLE:

    I find it now but cannot lead the way.
    I can alone show to thine inward eye
    The being whom thy longing now doth seek.

(The spirit of Johannes' Youth appears.)

THE SPIRIT OF JOHANNES' YOUTH:

    Thanks to that spirit I shall ever owe
    Who was allowed thy soul sight to unseal,
    So that when I appear by spirit-law
    Thou wilt henceforth behold me open-eyed.
    But thou must first this spirit truly know,
    At whose side thou art now beholding me.

(The spirit of Johannes' Youth disappears: only now does Johannes
recognise the Double.)

JOHANNES:

    That spirit-counsellor--mine other self?

THE DOUBLE:

    Now follow me--thou hast so vowed to me--
    For I must now conduct thee to my lord.

(The Guardian of the Threshold appears and stands beside the Double.)

THE GUARDIAN:

    Johannes, wouldst thou tear this shade away
    From those enchanted regions of the soul,
    Then slay desire, which leads thee aye astray.
    The trace which thou dost follow disappears
    So long as thou dost seek it with desire.
    It leads thee to my threshold and beyond.
    But here, obeying lofty Being's will,
    I do confuse the inward sight of those
    Within whose spirit-glance lives vain desire;
    All these must meet me ere they are allowed
    To penetrate to Truth's pure radiant light.
    I hold thyself fast prisoned in thy sight
    So long as thou approachest with desire.
    Myself too as illusion dost thou see,
    So long as vain desire is joined with sight
    And spirit-peacefulness of soul hath not
    Become as yet thy being's vehicle.
    Make strong those words of power which thou dost know,
    Their spirit-power will conquer fantasy.
    Then recognise me, free from all desire,
    And thou shalt see me as I really am.
    And then I need no longer hinder thee
    From gazing freely on the spirit-realm.

JOHANNES:

    But as illusion dost thou too appear?
    Thou too ... whom I must ever see the first,
    Of all the beings in the spirit-land.
    How shall I know the truth when I must find
    One truth alone confront mine onward steps--
    That ever denser grows illusion's veil.

AHRIMAN:

    Let not thyself be quite confused by him.
    He guards the threshold faithfully indeed
    E'en if today thou see'st him wear the clothes
    Which for thyself thou didst patch up before
    Within thy spirit from old odds and ends.
    And least of all shouldst thou behold in him
    An actor in a poor dramatic show.
    But thou wilt make it better later on.
    Yet e'en this clownish form can serve thy soul.
    It doth not have to spend much energy
    In showing thee that which it now still is.
    Pay close attention to the Guardian's speech:
    Its tone is mournful and its pathos marked,
    Allow not this: for then he will disclose
    From whom today he borrows to excess.

JOHANNES:

    Then e'en the content of his speech deceives?

THE DOUBLE:

    Ask not of Ahriman, since he doth find
    In contradictions aye his chief delight.

JOHANNES:

    Of whom then shall I ask?

THE DOUBLE:

                          Why, ask thyself.
    With my power will I fortify thee well
    So that awake thou mayst find the place
    Whence thou canst gaze untramelled by desire.
    Increase thy power.

JOHANNES:

    'The magical web
    That forms their own life.'
    O magical web that forms mine own life
    Make known to me where desire doth not burn.

(The Guardian disappears: in his place appear Benedictus and Maria.)

MARIA:

    Myself too as illusion dost thou see
    Since vain desire is still allied with sight.

BENEDICTUS:

    And spirit-peacefulness of soul hath not
    Become as yet thy being's vehicle.

(The Double, Benedictus, and Maria disappear.)

JOHANNES:

    Maria, Benedictus,--Guardians!
    How can they as the Guardian come to me?

    'Tis true I have spent many years with thee
    And this forbids me now to seek thine aid--
    The magical web that forms mine own self.

(Exit, right.)

(Enter Strader, Benedictus, and Maria, left.)

STRADER:

    Thou gav'st, when joined in spirit unto me
    Before the dark abyss of mine own self,
    Wise counsel to direct mine inward sight,
    Which at that time I could not understand,
    But which will work such changes in my soul
    As certainly will solve life's problems, when
    They seek to hinder what I strive to do.
    I feel in me the power which thou dost give
    To thy disciples on the spirit-path.
    And so I shall be able to perform
    The service thou dost ask for in this work
    That Hilary to mankind will devote;
    We shall, however, lack Capesius.
    Whatever strength the rest bring to the work
    Will not replace his keen activity;
    But that which must will surely come to pass.

BENEDICTUS:

    Yea, that which must will surely come to pass.
    This phrase expresseth thine own stage of growth.
    But it awakes no answering response
    In souls of all our other spirit-friends.
    Thomasius is not as yet prepared
    To carry spirit-power to worlds of sense,
    So he too will withdraw from this same work.
    Through him doth destiny give us a sign
    That we must all now seek another plan

STRADER:

    Will not Maria and thyself be there?

BENEDICTUS:

    Maria must Johannes take with her
    If she would ever find in truth the road,
    Which leads from spirit to the world of sense.
    Thus wills the Guardian who with earnest eye
    Unceasing guards the borders of both realms.
    She cannot lend her aid to thee as yet.
    And this may serve thee as a certain sign
    That thou canst not at this time truly find
    The way into the realm of earthly things.

STRADER:

    So I and all my aims are left alone!
    O loneliness, didst thou then seek me out
    When I did stand at Felix Balde's side?

BENEDICTUS:

    The thing which hath just happened in our group
    Hath taught me, as I look on thy career,
    To read a certain word in spirit-light
    Which hitherto hath hid itself from me.
    I saw that thou wast bound to certain kinds
    Of beings, who, if they should take a part
    Creatively in mankind's life today,
    Would surely work for evil; now they live
    As germs in certain souls, and will grow ripe
    In future days to work upon the earth.
    Such germs have I seen living in thy soul.
    That thou dost know them not is for thy good.
    Through thee they will first learn to know themselves.
    But now the road is still close barred for them
    Which leads into the realm of earthly things.

STRADER:

    Whatever else thy words may say to me,
    They show me that my lot is loneliness.
    And this it is must truly forge my sword.
    Maria told me this at mine abyss.

(Benedictus and Maria retire a little way; Strader remains alone;
the soul of Theodora appears.)

THEODORA'S SOUL:

    And Theodora in the worlds of light
    Will make warmth for thee that thy spirit-sword
    May keenly smite the foes of thine own soul.

(Disappears. Exit Strader. Benedictus and Maria come to the front
of stage.)

MARIA:

    My learned teacher, ne'er yet did I hear
    Thee tell disciples, who had reached the stage
    Of Strader, in such tones the words of fate.
    Will his soul run its course so speedily
    That these words' power will prove of use to him?

BENEDICTUS:

    Fate gave the order, and it was fulfilled.

MARIA:

    And if the power should prove no use to him,
    Will not its evils also fall on thee?

BENEDICTUS:

    'Twill not be evil; yet I do not know
    In what way it will manifest in him.
    My gaze at present penetrates to realms
    Where such advice illuminates my soul;
    But I see not the scene of its result.
    And if I try to see, my vision dies.

MARIA:

    Thy vision dies,--my guide and leader, thine?--
    Who stays for thee thy seership's certain gaze?

BENEDICTUS:

    Johannes flees therewith to cosmic space;
    We must pursue;--for I can hear him call.

MARIA:

    He calls,--from spirit-space his call rings out;
    There sounds within his tone a distant fear.

BENEDICTUS:

    So from the ever empty fields of ice
    Our mystic friend's call sounds in cosmic space.

MARIA:

    The ice's cold is burning in my self,
    And kindling tongues of flame in my soul-depths;
    The flames are scorching all my power of thought.

BENEDICTUS:

    In thy soul-depths the fire doth blaze, which now
    Johannes kindles in the cosmic frost.

MARIA:

    The flames fly off,--they fly off with my thought.

    And there on distant cosmic shore of souls
    A furious fight--my power of thought doth fight--
    In stormy chaos--and cold spirit-light--
    My thought-power reels;--the cold light--hammers out
    Hot waves of darkness from my failing thought.
    What now emergeth from this darkling heat?
    Clad in red flames my self storms--to the light;--
    To the cold light--of cosmic fields of ice.

Curtain






SCENE 5


The Spirit Realm. The scene is set in floods of significant colour,
reddish deepening into fiery red above, blue merging into dark blue
and violet below. In the lower part there is an earth-globe which
has the effect of being a symbol. The figures that appear seem to
blend into a complete whole with the colours. On the left of the
stage the group of gnomes as in Scene 2, in front of them Hilary,
and in the immediate foreground the soul-forces.

FELIX BALDE'S SOUL: (Seated at the extreme right of stage, having
the form of a penitent, but arrayed in a light violet robe girdled
with gold.)

    I thank thee, Spirit, wise to govern worlds,
    My saviour from my gloomy loneliness;
    Thy word awakens unto work and life.
    I will make use of what thou giv'st to worlds
    About which I can meditate, whilst thou
    Dost let mine own become insensible.
    For then thou bearest to them on thy rays
    That which in pictures fashioneth powers for me.

LUCIFER: (Bluish-green glittering under-garment, reddish outer-garment,
shaped like a mantle and gleaming brightly, which extends into
wing-like outlines; his upper part is not an aura but he wears a mitre
of deep red bordered with wings; on his right wing a blue shape having
the appearance of a sword; a yellow shape, like the ball of a planet,
is supported by his left wing. He stands somewhat behind and to the
right, towering over Felix Balde's soul.)

    My servant, such activity as thine
    The sun-time needs, in which we find ourselves.
    The earth-star now receives a faded light;
    It is the time when souls like thine can work
    Unto the best advantage on themselves.
    On thee I ray forth from my fount of light
    The germs that tend to raise self-consciousness.
    Go, gather them to make thine ego strong.
    In later earth-life they will come to flower.
    There shall the blossoms by thy soul be sought;
    In its own nature it will take delight
    When it can joy in planning its desires.

FELIX BALDE'S SOUL: (gazing at the group of gnomes. From this moment,
the gnomes becoming conscious, keep swaying up and down, slightly
raising and lowering themselves, as if the group was breathing
from above.)

    There far away, bright being disappears;
    It floats in shadow-pictures through the depths;
    And, floating, strives to gain some steadying weight.

HILARY'S SOUL: (With the figure of a steel-blue-grey elemental
spirit changed to resemble a man's; the head less bowed, and the
limbs more human.)

    The mist of wishes doth reflect the light
    Thrown on the realm of spirit by earth's star,
    The star for which in this world thou dost form
    From soul-material a thinking self.
    For thee 'tis but a fleeting web of mist,
    But to themselves they seem like solid souls.
    On earth they work, by cosmic reason led,
    In old fire forces, thirsting after form.

FELIX BALDE'S SOUL:

    I will that their weight shall not burden me,
    Nor shall oppose the tendency to float.

(The gnomes cease their movement.)

AHRIMAN:

    Thy speech is good. Swift will I seize thy words
    That I may keep them for myself unharmed.
    Thou canst not yet develop them thyself.
    But on the earth they would fill thee with hate.

STRADER'S SOUL: (Toward the left of stage; only his head is visible; it
is in a yellowish-green aura with red and orange stars. At this moment
on Strader's immediate left appears the Soul of Capesius. Similarly
only his head is to be seen. It is in a blue aura with red and
yellow stars.)

    I hear a word which sounds and sounds again.
    It seems significant, and yet the sound
    Doth vanish, and the lust for life doth seize
    Its echoed answer. Which road would it take?

THE OTHER PHILIA: (Arrayed like a copy of Lucifer, though the radiance
is lacking. Instead of the sword she has a sort of dagger, and in
place of the planet a red ball like a fruit.)

    It travels onward in its search for weight
    Unto the place where radiant being fades
    And misty pictures surge into the depths.
    If thou dost keep its meaning in thy realm
    I'll bring its power to thee within the mist;
    Then thou wilt re-discover it on earth.

PHILIA: (Figure like an angel, yellow merging into a sort of white,
with wings of a bright violet, a lighter shade than Maria has later
on.--All three soul-figures are near Strader's soul and stand in the
centre of the stage.)

    The mist-creations I will tend for thee
    That they may not when conscious guide thy will;
    That will I unto cosmic light entrust
    Wherein they form the heat thy nature needs.

ASTRID: (Figure like an angel, robed in bright violet, with blue
wings.)

    I beam forth clear and wondrous life of stars
    To beings, that they may make forms therefrom.
    They to thine earthly body shall give strength,
    From knowledge far, but near to heart's intent.

LUNA: (Figure like an angel, robe of blue and red, with orange wings.)

    The weighty being, they with toil create,
    In thy sense-body will I later hide;
    That thou mayst not in thought turn it to ill
    And thus stir up a storm in earthly life.

STRADER'S SOUL:

    The three were speaking to me sunshine's words,
    They work for me where I can see them work.
    Full many figures are they fashioning;
    I feel an impulse by soul-power to change
    Them with design, and make them one with me.
    Awake in me, O royal solar power
    That by resistance I may dim thy might;
    Desire brought from moon ages moves me thus.
    A golden glow now stirs, I feel its warmth,
    And silver sheen, forth-spraying though yet cold;
    Awake, Mercurial longing, once again
    And wed my severed cosmic self to me.

    Well do I feel that once again a part
    Is formed from out that picture, which I here
    From cosmic spirit forces must create.

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    On that far shore of souls I see emerge
    A picture that ne'er touched my being yet
    Since I escaped the clutch of earthly life.
    It rays out grace and soothes with soft appeal.
    The warming glow of wisdom streams therefrom,
    And clarifying light gives to my soul.
    Could I but make this picture one with me
    I should attain what I am thirsting for.
    Yet know I not the power which could avail
    To make this picture active in my sphere.

LUNA:

    That which two earth-lives gave thee thou must feel.
    One, many years ago, slid gently by
    In earnest effort; later on thou hadst
    One by ambition soiled; which must be fed
    With strengthening grace descending from the first,
    That Jupiter's fire-souls may be revealed
    Within the circle of thy spirit-sight.
    Then shalt thou feel that wisdom strengthens thee.
    Then will the picture, which thou see'st afar
    Upon the borders of thy soul's expanse,
    Be set at liberty to come to thee.

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    I needs must be indebted to the soul
    That now prepares for being, since it shows
    A warning picture in my soul's expanse.

ASTRID:

    Thou art indeed; but not as yet doth it
    Demand a payment in thy next earth-life.
    This picture serves to give thee powers of thought
    That thou as man mayst recognize the man
    Who shows his earthly future to thee here.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    The picture may indeed come closer yet
    But cannot penetrate thy very self.
    And so restrain its longing for thyself,
    That thou mayst find thyself on earth again
    Ere it can flow into thine inmost self.

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    I feel before what I shall owe to it
    When I shall will to bring it near to me,
    Yet can assert that I am free therefrom.
    From Philia's domain I now behold
    In picture-sequences the energy
    Which I shall gather from its near approach.

PHILIA:

    When Saturn soon his many-coloured light
    Shall ray on thee, use well the favour'd hour.
    Then through his power in thy soul's vehicle
    That which in spirit is akin to thee
    Will plant the roots of thought, which will disclose
    The meaning of the cyclic life of earth
    When thou dost tread again this star thyself.

CAPESIUS:

    Thy counsel shall become my monitor
    As soon as Saturn pours his light on me.

LUCIFER:

    One more thing will I waken in these souls;
    The view of worlds whose light will cause them pain,
    Ere they can leave this sun-time fortified
    With powers for later life upon the earth.
    Pain must through doubt mature their fruit in them,
    So will I summon up those spheres of soul
    Which they have not the strength to look upon.

(The souls of Benedictus and Maria appear in the middle of
the region. Benedictus as a figure reproducing in miniature the
configuration of the entire scenery. Below, his robe, becoming broader,
shades into blue-green; around his head is an aura of red, yellow and
blue; the blue blends into the blue-green of the entire robe. Maria
on his right as an angelic figure; yellow shading into gold, without
feet and with bright violet wings.)

BENEDICTUS' SOUL:

    Thou dost weigh heavy on my cosmic task
    With these opaque earth-laden spheres of thine.
    If thou dost give thine own self further power
    Then wilt thou find that in this spirit-life
    Mine own sun-nature will not shine on thee.

MARIA:

    He was unknown to thee, when thou didst last
    A robe, of earthly matter woven, wear;
    Yet doth it still bear fruit in thy soul sheath--
    The sunshine's word of power, with which he fed
    Thee kindly in far distant times on earth.
    Search out thy nature's deepest impulses
    And thou shalt feel him near thee then with power.

FELIX BALDE'S SOUL:

    Words issue out of circles strange to me,
    And yet their tones illuminate me not:
    And so they are not fully real to me.

STRADER'S SOUL:

    On spirit-shores illumination works,
    Yet howsoe'er I strive to understand
    The sense of these light-forces, they are dumb.

DAME BALDE'S SOUL: (Figure of a penitent with white coif, like that
of a nun; robe yellow-orange, with silver girdle; she appears quite
close to Maria; on her right and near Felix Balde.)

    Ye souls now summoned up by Lucifer!
    The penitent doth hear your voices' tone,
    But only sunshine's voice doth give him light;
    Its super-splendour doth destroy your voice.
    The other can behold your starry light,
    But starry writing is to him unknown.

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    The starry writing! this word wakens thoughts,
    And bears them on the waves of soul to me.
    Thoughts which in earth-lives in the distant past
    Were to my being wondrously revealed

    They lighten still, yet--as they grow, they fade;
    Oblivion sheds its gloomy shade around.

THE GUARDIAN: (Enter the Guardian of the Threshold, like an angel,
symbolically arrayed and steps to the side of the souls of Maria
and Benedictus.)

    Ye souls who now at Lucifer's demand
    Have drawn near the bounds of other souls,
    In this domain ye are within my power.
    The souls whom ye are seeking seek you too.
    Within this cosmic age 'tis not ordained
    Their beings shall touch yours within their spheres
    Not e'en in thought;--and so do ye beware
    Lest to their orbits ye should force your way.
    Should ye do this, 'twould harm both them and you.
    I should be bound to take away from you
    The starry light, and banish you from them
    For cosmic ages into other spheres.

Curtain falls slowly






SCENE 6


A similar scene

The same characters are still in their places. The lighting is full
of warm shades, but not too bright. Toward the right of stage the
sylphs keep swaying to and fro. In front Philia, Astrid, and Luna.

CAPESIUS' SOUL: (Standing on the left of stage near the middle.)

    The picture, that in sunshine's hour I saw,
    Beamed grace and worked with gentle kindliness;
    E'en now within my being it holds sway,
    When other wisdom-light illuminates
    This spirit-realm with many-coloured rays,
    Yet now the picture's influence doth grow.
    It bids me draw therefrom, for future times
    On earth, that which the soul who stands revealed
    Within the picture and hath mighty weight
    In mine own sphere, once gave to my sense-life,
    Yet doth no powerful current of desire.
    Direct me to this soul.

ROMANUS' SOUL: (A figure showing all the upper part of the body down
to the hips; it has mighty red wings which extend round its head in
such a way as to change into a red aura, running into blue on the
outer edge; it stands on the left of Capesius' soul, whilst close are
the souls of Bellicosus and Torquatus further still to left of stage,
facing audience.)

                           Wake in thyself
    The picture of the Jew who heard naught else
    But hate and ridicule on every side,
    Yet truly served the mystic brotherhood
    Of which thou wast a member once on earth.

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    Thought-pictures now begin to dawn in me,
    And seek to seize me in their powerful grasp.
    See Simon's image rise from my soul-waves--
    And see, another joins him--some soul-shape--
    A penitent;--would I might keep him far!

(Referring to Balde, or Joseph Keane in the previous play.)

ROMANUS' SOUL:

    That which he here must do can but be done
    In cosmic sunshine-time; in solitude
    And robed in darkness he must wend his way
    Whilst Saturn doth light up this spirit-realm.

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    How doth this penitent bewilder me!
    His soul's irradiations burn and bore
    Their way into mine own Soul's inmost core--
    So work these souls who have attained the power
    To see the inmost depths of other souls.

FELIX BALDE'S SOUL: (From the extreme right of stage with hollow
veiled voice.)

    'Dear Keane, thou hast been ever true to me'--

CAPESIUS' SOUL:

    Myself--my very words--from out his mouth
    Re-echoed--ringing out--in spirit-realms!
    Here is a soul that I must try to meet.
    It knows me well,--through it I'll find myself.

(Capesius' soul disappears; the 'other Philia' comes into view on
the right of stage with Theodora's soul; behind her Dame Balde's soul.)

ROMANUS' SOUL:

    Two souls do there draw nigh the penitent;
    The spirit whom through love souls ever choose
    To be their leader goes ahead of them.
    The light of meekness pours from one of them
    And flows into the other, who appears
    To us as penitent. The picture glows
    With beauty's light, which here as wisdom lives.

TORQUATUS' SOUL: (Figure visible as far as the breast, blue aura,
green wings.)

    Desire's reflection dost them but behold
    Which I allow to shine from my soul's sheath
    Into thy sphere in loyal spirit-troth.
    Fate's primal forces have appointed me
    To be the means to give thee meekness here.
    Thus souls in spirit do serve other souls.
    Thy cold hard reason never could attain
    Life's gift of sympathy without mine aid.

BELLICOSUS' SOUL: (Figure visible like that of Torquatus' soul,
but with blue-violet aura and blue-green wings.)

    Make strong thy spirit-ear to understand
    What says the soul who rays out meekness' light.
    'Neath Saturn's beam souls can be brought to show
    This gleam of noble spirit-blessedness.

THEODORA'S SOUL: (Angelic figure; white with yellow wings and
blue-yellow aura.)

    My loyal spirit-comrade, pour on him
    In softening glow the love that permeates
    Thine own soul-sheath, for it will soothe for him
    The all-consuming fire of solitude--
    And do thou unto him direct thought-rays
    From yonder shadow-souls who at this time
    Do gather forces in the spirit-worlds
    That their soul-bodies may thus gleam with life,
    That so their gleaming, glowing life may serve
    To strengthen in forthcoming lives on earth
    Clairvoyant consciousness in human souls.

DAME BALDE'S SOUL: (To Felix.)

    Feel me, thou spirit garbed as penitent.
    O thou sun-soul, receive the power of stars.
    Until thy spirit-sheath doth free itself
    From Lucifer's dominion, I shall be
    Beside thee in thy solitude to bring
    Thee powers which I shall roam o'er cosmic space
    From star to star to gather up for thee.

THEODORA'S SOUL:

    Past thoughts of earth arise in glowing light
    On yonder shore of souls. A human form.
    I saw it when on earth; it follows here;
    What once I heard is now re-echoed here;

(Lucifer appears with the soul of Johannes, who has the appearance of
an angel. His robes rose-coloured with lilac rose-coloured wings. No
feet.)

    'From out God's being rose the human soul;
    It can in death dive down to nature's depths;
    In time it will set spirit free from death.'

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    This sounding living picture-being brings
    The force of noble brother-love to us
    Which thou didst faithfully display on earth.
    I'll change it into soul-power for thy use.
    The message I direct unto thy soul
    Absorbs the glimm'ring light of shadow-souls,
    Who, during earth-life will arouse in thee
    The thoughts they brood on through eternity.
    And thou, the penitent of spirit-realms,
    Direct thy soul-steps onward to the stars;
    There nature-spirits long to use thy work
    Wherefrom they will beam fantasy to souls
    And so will fashion wings for life on earth.

DAME BALDE'S SOUL:

    I follow thee, dear sister of my soul,
    My Philia, who dost weave love from star
    To star and from one spirit to the next.
    I follow thee aloft to starry worlds,
    I take thy words to many cosmic spheres,
    And thus by spirit-work build up myself
    For mine own future wanderings on earth.

(Felix Balde's soul disappears slowly, led by Dame Balde's soul;
Theodora stands motionless looking at Johannes' soul, then she also
disappears, as does Lucifer with the soul of Johannes.)

ROMANUS' SOUL:

    That which we just have witnessed in this place,
    How love's word works with the creative word
    In closest union, doth arouse in us
    Germs we shall need in future lives on earth.

(The souls of Romanus, Torquatus, and Bellicosus disappear--Benedictus'
soul and Maria's soul appear by the side of the Guardian of the
Threshold, who now enters.)

THE GUARDIAN:

    Behold the cosmic midnight of yourselves!
    I hold you 'neath the spell of ripened light
    Which pours on you from Saturn, till your sheaths,
    More strongly waking through this same light's power
    Become self-luminous, with living hues.

MARIA'S SOUL:

    Doth cosmic midnight come when souls awake?
    It was the moon-time, when the sun declared
    The earnest word of Fate, that human souls,
    Who see their cosmic midnight hour awake,
    See lightnings, which with instantaneous flash
    Light up the things that are to be, but pass
    Again so quickly that the spirit-sight
    Dies at the very moment of its birth--
    And death becomes a seal of destiny
    For ever stamped upon the souls who saw.
    Such souls hear too the words of thunder clear
    Which dully roll through cosmic fundaments
    And threaten soul-illusion as they roll.

(Lucifer reappears with the Soul of Johannes.)

BENEDICTUS' SOUL:

    From ever empty fields of ice fate's cry
    Doth reach to us from our dear mystic friend.
    When we the cosmic midnight can perceive,
    We reach the spirit-circle of the soul.

MARIA'S SOUL:

    The flames draw nigh, they draw nigh with my thought
    There from my distant cosmic shore of souls;
    A fierce strife doth draw nigh;--'tis mine own thought
    Which battles with the thoughts of Lucifer;--
    Mine own thought battles in another's soul,--
    The hot light issues--out of gloomy cold--
    Like lightning flashes. Is this hot soul-light--
    This soul-light--in the cosmic fields of ice?

LUCIFER:

    The light thou seest--'tis my hot cosmic light--
    See too the lightning flashes of thy thought
    Strike from the bounds of Lucifer's domain.
    I bring within the focus of thy gaze
    The soul so long and closely bound to thee
    When thou dost feel thy cosmic midnight hour.
    Henceforth thy search must find another way
    To come into communion with this soul.
    O soul, who to this place hast followed me,
    Display and use the forces of the light
    Which Saturn on her cosmic midnight pours.

JOHANNES' SOUL:

    I can feel souls, but have not yet the power
    To make their light grow visible in me.
    However close they are they generate
    Thoughts which but serve to light me from afar.
    How can I raise them to mine inner sight?

PHILIA:

    Thou wilt see them if thou dost swiftly grasp
    What they illumine in the cosmic light;
    Shouldst thou behold, use well that moment's space;
    Light such as this is quickly gone again.

JOHANNES' SOUL:

    What yonder guide's soul to his pupil speaks,--
    That pupil's soul so near and dear to me,--
    Should now illuminate my soul's domain.

BENEDICTUS' SOUL:

    Bring forth within this spirit-midnight hour
    The will that thou desir'st to feel again
    When earthly forces once more clothe thy form.
    Thy words shall prove a light to thy friend's soul.

MARIA'S SOUL:

    Let then my words grow strong in cosmic light,
    Which at this cosmic midnight I confide
    Unto the soul brought me by Lucifer.
    Whatever in mine inmost soul is dear
    I will behold it and, beholding, speak,
    That it may form itself into a tone,
    To which this soul shall answer when on earth,
    And, loving it, shall live as it commands.
    What now do I see in mine inmost soul?
    A lofty counsel in flame-letters writ.
    My love for that dear guiding-soul flames out,
    Who in mine earth--as in my spirit-life
    Hath led me on through each successive age;
    Who ever found me when mine instant prayer
    Sought help in danger, even when it dwelt
    On spirit-heights itself; in dazzling light
    This love appears to me; sound out from me,
    Thou word of love, unto this other soul.

    What flames are those this word of love doth wake?
    They glow so gently, yet their gentle light
    Pours forth a sense of lofty dignity;
    By wisdom's lightnings, whence a blessing flows,
    The cosmic ether is lit up around--
    And bliss comes pouring with attendant joy
    O'er all the compass of my soul's domain.
    Of thee, Duration, would I crave a boon;
    Pour out thyself into this blessedness,
    And let my guide and let that other soul
    Now dwell therein with me in peacefulness.

THE GUARDIAN:

    Now let the lightnings vanish into naught
    Whose sharp flash brings to view necessities
    When souls awake and feel the Cosmic North.
    Let thunder also lose its roar, which rolls
    In warning at the cosmic midnight hour.
    Astrid, to thee I give a strict command:
    Keep close watch o'er this thunder-storm of souls
    Till in the course of time the soul awakes
    To find its cosmic midnight once again,
    Then shall it see itself in other guise,
    E'en in a picture of an olden time,
    And know how strength for lofty spirit-flight
    E'en from disaster may the soul's wings gain.
    A soul may never wish itself to fall;
    Yet, when it falls it must a lesson learn.

ASTRID:

    The lightning's power and thunder's will I guard
    And keep them safe within the cosmic life,
    Till Saturn turns toward the soul once more.

MARIA:

    I feel the blessedness of stars endure,
    And in the stream of time I enter it.
    I'll live and work within its kindly sway
    With this soul-being long since knit to mine.

LUNA:

    I will protect thy work in spirit here,
    That thou mayst reap the fruits in life on earth.

JOHANNES' SOUL:

    Within my soul's domain--I see this star!
    It pours forth kindness--beams forth blessedness--
    In cosmic ether floating--this soul star--

    But there--in yon faint light--another star--
    Its note is faint,--yet will I list thereto.

(With the last words appears the spirit of Johannes' youth. Figure
like an angel's; silvery sheen.)

THE SPIRIT OF JOHANNES' YOUTH:

    I feed with life the being of thy wish,
    My breath will pour into thy youthful aims
    Enlightening strength, when worlds are tempting thee
    Within which I can guide thee joyfully.
    If thou shouldst lose me in thyself, I must
    Then offer up myself as sacrifice,
    A being reft of being, to the shades.
    O blossom of my being,--leave me not.

LUCIFER:

    He never will forsake thee--I behold
    Deep in his nature longings after light
    Which do not follow up the other soul.
    And when the radiance, which is born of them,
    Takes root and grows deep down within his soul,
    It must bear fruit; nor will he be content
    To throw this fruit away in yonder realm
    Where love, divorced from beauty, reigns alone.

Slow curtain






SCENE 7


A temple somewhat Egyptian in appearance. A place of initiation in
the far-distant past in this Earth's third stage of post-Atlantean
civilisation. A conversation between the hierophant, otherwise
Capesius, the keeper of the temple, otherwise Felix Balde or Joseph
Keane and a mystic, otherwise Dame Balde or Dame Keane.

HIEROPHANT:

    Are all the preparations duly made,
    My keeper of the temple, to the end
    Our holy rite may serve both gods and men?

KEEPER:

    So far as human forethought can provide
    All hath been well prepared; a holy breath
    Hath filled the temple now for many days.

HIEROPHANT:

    My mystic, as the royal counsellor,
    A priest hath been selected unto whom
    This very day our secret wisdom's store
    Is with all holiness to be revealed.
    Hast thou then so prepared him by thy tests
    That he is now entirely given o'er
    To wisdom set apart from earthly cares,
    And shuts his ear to all but spirit-lore?
    A different counsellor would do us harm.

MYSTIC:

    The tests were given as the law ordains,
    The masters found them adequate; I think
    Our mystic hath but little natural taste
    For earthly cares; his soul is set upon
    His spirit-progress and development
    Of self; in spirit trance he oft is seen.
    'Tis not too much to say he revels in
    The union of the spirit with his soul.

HIEROPHANT:

    Has thou then often seen him in this state?

MYSTIC:

    In truth he may thus frequently be seen.
    His nature doubtless is inclined toward
    The temple's service rather than the state's.

HIEROPHANT:

    It is enough. Now go to thine own place
    And see our holy rite is well performed;

(Exit Mystic.)

    To thee, my keeper, I have more to say.
    Thou knowest how I prize thy mystic gifts:
    To me thou bearest wisdom far beyond
    That which befits thy status in this shrine.
    Oft to thy seership have I had recourse
    To prove what mine own spirit-sight hath seen.
    And so I ask, what confidence hast thou
    That this new mystic is for spirit ripe?

KEEPER:

    Who asks for my opinion? Is my voice
    Of any worth?

HIEROPHANT:

                 It aye hath worth for me.
    Today again thou shalt stand by my side;
    We must most closely watch this holy rite
    With inward sight; and, should the 'mystic' prove
    E'en in the slightest way unripe as yet
    For its high meaning in the spirit life,
    I shall refuse him rank as 'counsellor.'

KEEPER:

    What is it then that now may be revealed
    In this new 'mystic' at our holy rite.

HIEROPHANT:

    I know he is not worthy of the trust
    The temple servants seek to give to him.
    His human nature is well known to me.
    His mystic-sense is not that heartfelt urge
    Which stirs in men when light from spirit realms
    In kindness draws souls upwards to itself.
    Strong passion surges in his being yet;
    The craving of his senses is not stilled.
    Indeed I would not blame the will divine,
    Which e'en in craving and in passion pours
    Its wisdom-light o'er evolution's stream.
    But when the craving doth conceal itself,
    And revel 'neath devotion's mystic mask,
    It causeth thought to lie, and makes will false.
    The light that weaves the web of spirit-worlds
    Can never penetrate unto such souls,
    Since passion spreads a mystic fog between.

KEEPER:

    My hierophant, thy judgment is severe
    In dealing with a man who still is young
    And inexperienced, who can neither know
    Himself nor take another course than that
    Which priestly guides and mystic leaders say
    Doth reach the goal along the soul's true path.

HIEROPHANT:

    I do not judge the man, I judge the deed
    That will be wrought here in this holy place.
    This holy mystic rite, which we perform,
    Hath not importance for ourselves alone.
    Fate's stream of cosmic evolution pours
    Through word and deed of sacred priestly rites.
    What happens here in pictures comes to pass
    In everlasting life in spirit-worlds.
    But now, good keeper, get thee to thy task;
    Thou wilt thyself discover how to lend
    Assistance to me in this holy rite.

(Exit Keeper, right.)

HIEROPHANT. (alone)

    This youthful mystic will not be to blame,
    Who hopes this day to dedicate himself
    Unto the wisdom, if in these next hours
    A wrong emotion, such as may gush out
    Unheeded from his heart, should throw its rays
    Upon our sacred rite, and in this act
    Should through our symbols draw nigh spirit-spheres
    Whence ill results in consequence must flow
    Into the current of our human life.
    The guides and leaders are themselves to blame.
    Have they not learned to know the mystic force
    Which penetrates in some mysterious way
    With spirit every word and sigh of ours;
    And ceases not from action even when
    The contents of a soul are poured therein
    Which hinders cosmic evolution's course?
    Instead of this young mystic consciously
    Here to the spirit off'ring up himself,
    His teachers drag him like a sacrifice
    Into the holy precincts, where his soul
    Unconsciously he to the spirit yields.
    For verily he would not take this road
    If he were conscious master of his soul.
    Within the circle of our mysteries
    The highest hierophant alone doth know
    What mystic truths lurk in our sacred forms.
    But he is dumb as solitude itself.
    Such silence his high dignity commands.
    The others gaze uncomprehendingly
    When of our ritual's real intent I speak.

    So am I left to bear my cares alone;
    Well-nigh unbearable their burden seems
    When all the meaning of our ritual
    And of our temple is borne in on me.
    One thing especially I deeply feel--
    The solitude of this stern spirit-shrine.
    Why do I feel so lonely in this place?
    The soul must ask this question. When, ah, when
    Will to my soul the spirit make reply?

Curtain falls slowly






SCENE 8


PART I

Outside the Egyptian temple. An Egyptian woman is seen crouching by
the wall. She is a previous incarnation of Johannes Thomasius.

EGYPTIAN WOMAN:

    This is the hour in which he dedicates
    Himself to serve the ancient holy laws
    Of sacred wisdom,--and in doing this
    He must forever tear himself from me.
    From out those heights of light to which his soul
    Progresses there must flash into mine own
    The ray of death. When I am torn from him--
    Naught doth remain for me in life on earth
    But mourning--resignation--sorrow--death.

(Clinging to the wall.)

    Yet though in this hour he abandons me
    I, none the less, will stay close to the spot
    Where he unto the spirit gives himself.
    And if mine eyes are not allowed to see
    How he doth tear himself away from earth,
    Perchance 'twill be now granted in a dream
    To linger disembodied by his side.




PART II

Inside the temple. The hall of initiation. The ceremony is performed
on a broad flight of steps descending from the back to the front of
the stage. The characters stand in groups below one another and on
different steps. The drop-curtain goes up, disclosing everything in
readiness for the initiation of the Neophyte, who is to be thought
of as an earlier incarnation of Maria; behind the altar and to the
left of it stands the Chief Hierophant who is to be thought of as an
earlier incarnation of Benedictus; on the other side the Recorder, an
earlier incarnation of Hilary True-to-God; a little in front of the
altar the Keeper of the Seals, an earlier incarnation of Theodora;
in front, on the right side of the altar, the Impersonator of the
Earth Element, an earlier incarnation of Romanus, and with him the
Impersonator of the Air Element, an earlier incarnation of Magnus
Bellicosus; quite close to the Chief Hierophant, stands the Hierophant,
an earlier incarnation of Capesius; on the left side of the altar the
Impersonator of the Fire Element, an earlier incarnation of Doctor
Strader, with the Impersonator of the Water Element, an earlier
incarnation of Torquatus. In front of them Philia, Astrid, Luna and
the 'other Philia.' Four other priests stand in front of them. In
front of all Lucifer to the left of altar and Ahriman to the right
in the guise of sphinxes, with the cherub emphasized in the case of
Lucifer and the bull in the case of Ahriman. Dead silence for a while
after the interior of the temple with its grouped mystics has become
visible. The Keeper of the Temple an earlier incarnation of Felix
Balde, and a Mystic, an earlier incarnation of Dame Balde, lead the
Neophyte in through a doorway on the right of stage. They place him
in the inner circle near the altar, and remain standing near him.

THE KEEPER OF THE TEMPLE:

    From out that web of unreality
    Which thou, in error's darkness named'st world,
    The mystic hath conducted thee to us.
    From being and from naught the world was made
    Which to a semblance wove itself for thee.
    Semblance is good, by being understood;
    Thou didst but dream it in thy sembled life;
    And semblance known by semblance disappears.
    Learn, semblance of a semblance, what thou art.

THE MYSTIC:

    Thus speaks the guardian of this temple's door.
    Feel in thyself the sore weight of his words.

THE IMPERSONATOR OF THE EARTH ELEMENT:

    Beneath the weight of earth-life seize upon
    The semblance of your being without fear.
    That thou mayst sink into the cosmic depths
    In darksome cosmic depths thy being seek.
    Bind to thy semblance that which thou dost find;
    Its weight will give thy being unto thee.

THE RECORDER:

    Thou wilt not understand, as thou dost sink,
    Whereto we lead till thou hast heard his call.
    We forge for thee the form of thy real self;
    Perceive our work; else must thou lose thyself
    As semblance in the cosmic nothingness.

THE MYSTIC:

    So speaks the guardian of this temple's words.
    Feel in thyself the sore weight of his words.

THE IMPERSONATOR OF THE AIR ELEMENT:

    Fly from the weight of earth-life which would kill
    The being of thyself, as thou dost sink.
    Fly from it on the lightness of the air.
    In light of cosmic space thy being seek.
    Bind to thy semblance that which thou dost find;
    Its flight will give thy being unto thee.

THE RECORDER:

    Thou wilt not understand, as thou dost fly,
    Whereto we lead, till thou hast heard his call.
    We light for thee the life of thy real self;
    Perceive our work; else must thou lose thyself
    As semblance in the cosmic weightiness.

THE MYSTIC:

    So speaks the guardian of this temple's words.
    Feel in thyself the uplift of his words.

THE CHIEF HIEROPHANT:

    My son, thou wilt on wisdom's noble road
    The mystic's counsel carefully obey.
    Thou canst not see the answer in thyself;
    For error's darkness still doth weigh thee down
    And folly strives in thee for distant things.
    Gaze therefore--on this flame which is more close

(The bright, quivering sacred flame flares up on the altar in the
middle of the stage.)

    To thee than is the life of thine own self,
    And read thine answer hidden in its fire.

THE MYSTIC:

    So speaks the leader of this temple's rites.
    Feel in thyself the ritual's holy power.

THE IMPERSONATOR OF THE FIRE ELEMENT:

    Let all the errors of thine own ideas
    Be burned in fire that this rite lights for thee.
    Let, with thine errors, thyself also burn.
    As flame of cosmic fire thy being seek;
    Bind to thy semblance that which thou dost find;
    Its fire will give thy being unto thee.

THE KEEPER OF THE SEALS:

    Thou wilt not understand why to a flame
    We fashion thee till thou hast heard his call.
    We cleanse for thee the form of thine own self;
    Perceive our work; else must thou lose thyself
    As formless being in the cosmic sea.

THE MYSTIC:

    So speaks the guardian of this temple's seals.
    Feel in thyself the power of wisdom's light.

THE IMPERSONATOR OF THE WATER ELEMENT:

    Resist the flame-powers of the world of fire
    That they may not devour thy being's might.
    From semblance, being will not rise in thee
    Unless the wave-beat of the cosmic sea
    Can fill thee with the music of the spheres.
    As wave in cosmic sea thy being seek;
    Bind to thy semblance that which thou dost find;
    Its waves will give thy being unto thee.

THE KEEPER OF THE SEALS:

    Thou wilt not understand why to a wave
    We fashion thee till thou hast heard his call.
    We build for thee the form of thine own self;
    Perceive our work; else must thou lose thyself
    A formless being in the cosmic fire.

THE CHIEF HIEROPHANT:

    My son, by powerful exercise of will
    These mystic counsels too thou must obey.
    Thou canst not see the answer in thyself;
    By cowardly fear thy power is still congealed;
    Thou canst not fashion weakness to a wave
    That lets thy note ring out amongst the spheres.
    So listen to thy soul-powers when they speak;
    And thine own voice within their words perceive.

PHILIA:

    In fire cleanse thou thyself;--and lose thyself
    As cosmic wave in music of the spheres.

ASTRID:

    Build thou thyself in music of the spheres;
    In cosmic distances fly light as air.

LUNA:

    Sink with thy weight of earth to cosmic depths;
    Take courage as a self in thy sore weight.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    From thine own being draw thyself away;
    Unite thyself with elemental might.

THE MYSTIC:

    Thine own soul speaks thus in these temple halls;
    Feel thou therein the guidance of the powers.

THE CHIEF HIEROPHANT (addressing the Hierophant):

    My brother hierophant, explore this soul,
    Which we are to direct to wisdom's path,
    Down to its depths; tell us what thou dost find
    Its present state of consciousness to be.

THE HIEROPHANT:

    All hath been done that our rite doth demand.
    The soul no more remembers what it was.
    The web of semblance, spun on error's loom,
    Opposing elements have swept away;
    In elemental strife it doth live on;
    Naught save its being hath the soul retained.
    Now of this being it shall read the life
    In cosmic words, that speak from out the flame.

THE CHIEF HIEROPHANT:

    O human soul, read now what through the flame
    The cosmic word declares within thyself.

(A pause of considerable length ensues, during which the stage
is darkened till only the flame and indistinct outlines of the
characters are visible; at the conclusion of the pause the Chief
Hierophant continues.)

    And now from out the cosmic vision wake!
    Declare what can be read from cosmic words!

(The Neophyte is silent. The Chief Hierophant, much alarmed,
continues):

    He speaks not. Doth the vision leave thee? Speak!

THE NEOPHYTE:

    Obedient to thy strict and sacred rite
    I sank into the being of this flame
    To wait the sound of lofty cosmic words.

(The assembled mystics, the Hierophant excepted, show an
ever-increasing alarm during the speech of the Neophyte.)

    I felt that I could shake off from myself
    The weight of earth and be as light as air.
    I felt the loving tide of cosmic fire
    Did bear me up on streaming spirit-waves.
    I saw the body that I wear on earth
    As other being stand outside myself.
    Though wrapt in bliss, and conscious of the light
    Of spirit round me, yet I could regard
    Mine earthly sheath with longing and desire.

(Consternation all around.)

    Spirits rayed light thereon from lofty worlds;
    Like shining butterflies there hovered near
    The beings who attend its active life;
    The body by these beings bathed in light
    Reflected sparkling colours manifold;
    They shone close by, grew fainter further off,
    And then were scattered and dispersed in space.
    Within the being of my spirit soul
    There lurked the wish that weight of earth should sink
    Me down into my sheath, that I might feel
    And learn the sense of joy within life's warmth.
    So, diving gladly down into my sheath,
    I heeded thy stern summons to awake.

THE CHIEF HIEROPHANT (himself alarmed, to the alarmed mystics):

    This is no spirit-vision; earth's desires
    Escaped the mystic and as offering rose
    To radiant spirit-heights;--O sacrilege!

THE RECORDER (angrily to the Hierophant):

    This could not have occurred, hadst thou performed
    The office granted thee as hierophant
    As ancient holy duty did demand.

THE HIEROPHANT:

    I did the duty in this solemn hour
    Which those from higher realms did lay on me.
    I did not think that which it is my place
    To think, according to the ritual,
    And which, proceeding from me, should appear
    In spirit-working in the neophyte.
    The young man therefore hath declared to us
    None other's thoughts but his own being's self.
    The truth hath conquered. Ye may punish me;
    I had to do what ye perceived with fear.
    I feel the times approach which will set free
    The ego from the group-soul and let loose
    Its own true individual powers of thought.
    What if the youth escapes your mystic path
    At present?--Later lives on earth will show
    With clearest signs the kind of mystic way
    Which destiny hath foreordained for him.

THE MYSTICS:

    O sacrilege;--thou must atone--and pay--

(The sphinxes begin to speak one after the other as Ahriman and
Lucifer; hitherto they have been as motionless as statues; what
they say is heard only by the hierophant, the chief hierophant, and
the neophyte;--the others are full of excitement over the preceding
events.)

AHRIMAN AS SPHINX:

    For my realm I must lay my hands upon
    What here doth wrongly seek the way to light,
    And in the darkness further foster it;
    That it may bring forth spirit-qualities
    Which later on will let it weave itself
    With rightful meaning into human life.
    But till it gains these spirit-qualities,
    What in this holy service did appear
    As earthly burden, this will serve my work.

LUCIFER AS SPHINX:

    For my realm I shall bear away the things
    That joy as spirit-wish in semblance here;
    They'll gladly shine as semblance in the light
    And thus in spirit dedicate themselves
    To beauty from which they are kept apart
    At present by the burden of earth's weight.
    In beauty, semblance into being turns,
    Which later shall illuminate the earth,
    Descending as the light which flies from here.

THE CHIEF HIEROPHANT:

    The sphinxes speak--who were but images
    E'er since this rite by sages was performed.
    Upon dead form the spirit now hath seized.
    O Fate, thou dost sound forth as cosmic word!

(The other mystics, with the exception of the Hierophant and the
Neophyte, are amazed at the words of the Chief Hierophant.)

THE HIEROPHANT (to the Chief Hierophant):

    This holy mystic rite which we perform
    Hath not importance for ourselves alone.
    Fate's stream of cosmic evolution pours
    Through word and deed of sacred priestly rites.

The curtain falls on the mental atmosphere set up by the preceding
occurrences






SCENE 9


A study in Hilary's house. A general atmosphere of seriousness pervades
the room. Maria alone in meditation.

MARIA:

    A starry soul, on yonder spirit-shore,
    Draws near,--draws near me clad in spirit-light,
    Draws near with mine own self, and as it nears--
    Its radiance gains in power,--and gains in calm.
    O star within my spirit-circle, what
    Doth thine approach shed on my gazing soul?

(Astrid appears to right.)

ASTRID:

    Perceive that which I now can bring to thee;
    From cosmic strife 'twixt darkness and the light
    I stole thy power of thought; I bring it now
    From out its cosmic midnight's wakening
    With service true back to thine earthly form.

MARIA:

    My Astrid, thou hast ever till today
    Appeared to me as shining shadow-soul;
    What turns thee now to this bright spirit-star?

ASTRID:

    I kept the lightning's and the thunder's power
    For thee, that they might stay within thy soul,
    And now thou canst behold them consciously--
    When of the cosmic midnight thou dost think.

MARIA:

    The cosmic midnight!--ere for this earth-life
    My self enclosed me in my body's sheath;
    When Saturn's coloured light kept endless watch!
    Mine earthly thoughts concealed from me before
    This spirit scene in soul-obscurity;--
    Now in soul-clarity it doth emerge.

ASTRID:

    Thyself in cosmic light didst speak these words:
    'Of thee, Duration, would I crave a boon:
    Pour out thyself into this blessedness
    And let my guide, and let that other soul
    Now dwell with me therein in peacefulness.'

MARIA:

    Dwell with me also. O thou moment blest,
    In which this spirit happening creates
    New powers of self. Equip my soul with strength
    That thou mayst not pass from me like a dream.
    In light which on the cosmic midnight shines,
    Which Astrid brings from soul-obscurity,
    Mine ego joins that self which fashioned me
    To serve its purpose in the cosmic life.
    But how, O moment, can I hold thee fast,
    So that I do not lose thee when once more
    My senses feel earth clearness once again?
    Their power is great; and often, if they slay
    The spirit-vision, it stays dead e'en when
    The self in spirit finds itself again.

(Immediately after the last words, as if summoned by them, Luna
appears.)

LUNA:

    Preserve, before the sense-life once again
    Makes thee to dream, the power of thine own will
    With which this moment hath presented thee.
    Think of the words that I myself did speak
    When at the cosmic midnight seen by thee.

MARIA:

    My Luna, from the cosmic midnight thou
    Hast brought me hither mine own power of will
    To be my prop throughout my life on earth.

LUNA:

    The Guardian's warning followed thus thy words:
    'Then shalt thou see thyself in other guise,
    E'en in a picture of an olden time,
    And know how strength for lofty spirit-flight
    E'en from disaster may the soul's wings gain.
    A soul may never wish itself to fall;
    Yet, when it falls it must a lesson learn.'

MARIA:

    Whereto doth thy word's power now carry me?
    A spirit-star on yonder shore of souls!
    It gleams, it draweth nigh--in spirit-form;
    Draws nigh with mine own self; and, as it nears,
    The light grows denser and within the light
    Forms darken, taking on their being's shape!
    A youthful mystic, and a sacred flame,
    The stern call of the highest hierophant
    To tell the vision seen within the flame!

    The group of mystics overcome with fear
    At that young mystic's self-acknowledgment.

(The Guardian of the Threshold appears while the latter sentences
are being uttered.)

THE GUARDIAN:

    Hear once again within thy spirit-ear
    The stern call of the highest hierophant.

MARIA:

    'O human soul, read now what through the flame

(Benedictus appears.)

    The cosmic word declares within thyself.'
    Who spoke the words my thought brings back to me,
    Recalling them from waters of the soul?

BENEDICTUS:

    With mine own words thou callest me to thee.
    When in times past I uttered this command,
    It did not find thee ready to respond.
    And so it stayed in evolution's womb;
    The course of time hath lent new force thereto
    Which flowed therein from out thine own soul's life;
    And so it wrought in later lives on earth
    In thy soul's depths although thou knewest it not.
    It let thee find me as thy guide again;
    By conscious thought it now transforms itself
    Into a powerful motive in thy life.
    'This holy mystic rite, which we perform,
    Hath not importance for ourselves alone;
    Fate's stream of cosmic evolution pours
    Through word and deed of sacred priestly rites.'

MARIA:

    Thou didst not speak this word within that place.
    The hierophant did speak, who used to be
    Thy colleague in that ancient mystic band.
    He knew e'en then that powers of destiny
    Foresaw the ending of this mystic band.
    Unconsciously the hierophant beheld
    The beauteous rising of the rosy dawn
    Which to the spirit-stream of earth foretold
    A new sun over Hellas should arise.
    So he forbore to send the powerful thought
    Which he should have directed to my soul.
    The cosmic spirit's instrument was he
    At that initiation, during which
    He heard the whispering stream of cosmic life.
    He spoke a word from out his inmost soul
    'One thing especially I deeply feel:
    The solitude of this stern spirit-shrine.
    Why do I feel so lonely in this place?'

BENEDICTUS:

    In his soul there was planted even then
    The germ of solitude, which later on
    Matured to soul-fruit in the womb of time.
    This fruit Capesius as mystic now
    Must taste, and so must follow Felix' steps.

MARIA:

    That woman, too, who near the temple stayed,
    I see her as she was in olden time,
    But not yet can my vision penetrate
    To where she is; how can I find her then
    When sense-life causeth me to dream again?

THE GUARDIAN:

    Thou wilt discover her when thou dost see
    That being in the realm of souls whom she
    Doth count a shade amongst the other shades.
    She seeks to reach it with strong power of soul.
    She will not free it from the world of shades
    Till in her present body, through thine aid,
    She hath beheld her long past life on earth.

MARIA:

    Like some soul-star my highest guardian glides,
    In glowing light toward my shore of souls;--
    His light spreads peace, far round the wide flung space;--
    His light hath grandeur;--and his dignity
    Makes strong my being in its inmost depths;
    In this peace will I now submerge myself;--
    I feel before that through it I shall find
    My way to fullest spirit-wakefulness.
    And ye, too, messengers into my soul--
    I'll keep within myself as beacon-lights.
    Upon thee, Astrid, will I call when thought
    Would from soul-clearness fain withdraw itself.
    And thee, O Luna, may my prayer then find
    When will-power slumbers deep in my soul depths.

The curtain falls while Maria, Astrid, and Luna are still in the room






SCENE 10


The same. Johannes alone in meditation.

JOHANNES:

    'This is the hour in which he dedicates
    Himself to serve the ancient holy laws
    Of sacred wisdom;--in a dream perchance
    I may in spirit linger at his side.'
    Thus near the temple spake in ancient times
    The woman whom my spirit-vision sees;
    By thoughts of her I feel my strength increased.
    What is this picture's purpose? Why doth it
    Hold my attention spellbound? Certainly
    No sympathy from out the picture's self
    Accounts for this, for, should I see the scene
    In earthly life, I should consider it
    Of no importance. What saith it to me?

(As if from afar the voice of 'the other Philia.')

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    The magical web
    That forms their own self.

JOHANNES:

    And clairvoyant dreams
    Make clear unto souls
    The magical web
    That forms their own self.

(While Johannes is speaking these lines 'the other Philia' approaches
him.)

JOHANNES:

    Who art thou, magic spirit-counsellor?
    True counsel didst thou bring unto my soul
    But didst deceive me over thine own self.

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    Johannes, thine own being's double form
    From thyself didst thou fashion. As a shade
    Must I roam round thee for so long a time
    As thou thyself shalt not set free the shade
    Whom thine offence doth lend a magic life.

JOHANNES:

    This is the third time that thou speakest thus;
    I will obey thee. Point me out the way!

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    Johannes, whilst thou liv'st in spirit-light,
    Seek what is treasured up within thy Self.
    From its own light it will shed light on thee.
    Thus canst thou learn by looking in thyself
    How to wipe out thy fault in later lives.

JOHANNES:

    How shall I, while I live in spirit-light,
    Seek what is treasured up within my Self?

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    Give me that which thou thinkest that thou art;
    Lose thou thyself in me a little while,
    Yet so that thou dost not another seem.

JOHANNES:

    How can I give myself to thee before
    I have beheld thee as thou really art?

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    I am within thee, member of thy soul;
    The force of love within thee is myself;
    The heart's hope, as it stirs within thy breast,
    The fruits of long-past lives upon this earth
    Laid up for thee and hid within thyself,
    Behold them now through me;--feel what I am,
    And through my power in thee behold thyself.
    Search out the pictured being, which thy sight,
    Without thy sympathy, did form for thee.

(Exit.)

JOHANNES:

    O spirit-counsellor, I can indeed
    Feel thee in me, yet I see thee no more.
    Where livest thou for me?

(As if from afar the call of 'the other Philia.')

THE OTHER PHILIA:

    The magical web
    That forms their own self.

JOHANNES:

    'The magical web
    That forms their own self.'
    O magical web, that forms mine own self,
    Show me the pictured being which my sight
    Without my sympathy did form for me.

    Whereto doth this word's power conduct me now?
    A spirit-star on yonder shore of souls--
    It shines,--it draweth nigh--as spirit-form,
    Grows brighter as it nears;--now forms appear;--
    They act as beings act who are alive;--
    A youthful mystic--and a sacred flame,
    The stern call of the highest hierophant
    To tell the vision seen within the flame.

    That woman doth the youthful mystic seek,
    Whom my sight saw without my sympathy.

(Maria appears as a thought-form of Johannes.)

MARIA:

    Who thought of thee before the sacred flame?
    Who felt thee near initiation's shrine?

    Johannes, wouldst thou tear thy spirit-shade
    From out the magic kingdoms of the soul;
    Live then the aims that it will show to thee;
    The path on which thou seek'st will guide thy steps,
    But thou must first discover it aright.
    The woman near the temple shows it thee
    If she lives powerfully within thy thought.
    Spellbound amongst shade-spirits doth she strive
    To draw nigh to that other shade who now
    Through thee doth evil service to grim shades.

(The Spirit of Johannes' Youth appears.)

THE SPIRIT OF JOHANNES' YOUTH:

    I will be grateful to thee evermore
    If thou in love dost cultivate the powers
    Laid up for me within the womb of time
    By that young mystic in that bygone age
    Whom once thy soul sought at the temple gate.
    But thou must first this spirit truly see
    At whose side I have now appeared to thee.

MARIA:

    Maria, as thou wouldst behold her, lives
    In other worlds than those where truth abides.
    My holy earnest vow doth ray out strength
    Which shall keep for thee that which thou hast gained.
    In these clear fields of light me shalt thou find
    Where radiant beauty life-power doth create;
    Seek me in cosmic fundaments, where souls
    Fight to recover their divine estate
    Through love, which in the whole beholds the self.

(While Maria is speaking the last lines, Lucifer appears.)

LUCIFER:

    So work, compelling powers;
    Act therefore, powers of might,
    Ye elemental sprites,
    Feel now your master's power,
    And smooth for me the way
    That leads from realms of Earth
    That so there may draw near
    To Lucifer's domain
    Whate'er my wish desires,
    Whate'er obeys my will.

(Enter Benedictus.)

BENEDICTUS:

    Maria's holy earnest vow doth pour
    Now through his soul salvation's healing ray.
    He will admire thee, but he will not fall.

LUCIFER:

    I mean to fight.

BENEDICTUS:

    And, fighting serve the gods.

Curtain






SCENE 11


The same. Enter Benedictus and Strader.

STRADER:

    Thou didst speak gravely, and Maria spoke
    Right harshly to me also, when ye two
    Showed yourselves to me at my life's abyss.

BENEDICTUS:

    Thou know'st those pictures have no proper life;
    Their content only, strives to make its way
    Into the soul, and takes pictorial form.

STRADER:

    Yet it was hard to hear these pictures say:
    'Where is thy light? Thou rayest darkness out,
    Midst light thou dost create the baffling gloom.'
    So spake the spirit through Maria's form.

BENEDICTUS:

    Because in thine ascent thou hadst attained
    To higher levels on the spirit-path.
    The spirit, which had led thee to itself,
    Used darkness as a symbol to depict
    The state of knowledge which was thine before.
    This spirit chose to use Maria's form
    Because thy soul itself so fashioned it.
    The spirit, my dear Strader, at this hour
    Works mightily within thee and will lead
    Thee with swift flight to lofty grades of soul.

STRADER:

    And yet these words still terrify my soul:
    'Because thou art afraid to ray out light.'
    The spirit spake this also in that scene.

BENEDICTUS:

    The spirit had to call thy soul afraid
    Because in thee those things were fearfulness
    Which would, in lesser souls, be bravery.
    As we advance, our former bravery
    Turns into fear which must be overcome.

STRADER:

    Oh! how these words do pierce me to the heart!
    Romanus lately told me of his plan:
    I was to carry out the work myself
    Not as thy partner but without thine aid.
    In this event, he was prepared to use
    All that he had to succour Hilary.
    When I declared that I could ne'er consent
    To separate the work from out thy group,
    He answered that in that case it would be
    In vain to make more effort. He it is
    Who backs the opposition to my work,
    Which Hilary's companion offereth.
    Without these plans my life must worthless seem.
    Since these two men have torn away from me
    My field of action, all that I can see
    Ahead is life reft of the breath of life.
    In order that my spirit may not show
    Discouragement I need that bravery
    Of which thou spak'st just now. But whether I
    Shall find my strength sufficient for the task
    Is more than I can say, for I can feel
    How that same force which I must needs set free
    Will likewise work on me distinctively.

BENEDICTUS:

    Maria and Johannes have just made
    Advances in clairvoyance; and the things
    Which hindered them from bridging o'er the gap
    Between the mystic life and world of sense
    Are no more there, and in the course of time
    Aims will appear in which both thou and they
    Can take part jointly. 'Tis not guidance, but
    Creative strength that flows from mystic words:
    'For that which must will surely come to pass.'
    And so in wakefulness we must await
    The way in which the spirit sends the signs.

STRADER:

    A vision came to me not long ago
    Which I must hold to be a sign from fate.
    I was aboard a ship, thou at the helm,
    The labouring oars were under my command;
    And we were bearing to their place of work
    Maria and Johannes; there appeared
    Another ship quite close to us; on board
    Romanus and the friend of Hilary--
    They lay across our course as enemies.
    I battled with them;--as the fight went on
    Lo! Ahriman stood by their side to help.
    While I was bitterly engaged with him
    Came Theodora to my side, in aid,
    And then the vision vanished from my sight.
    I dared to say once to Capesius
    And Felix that I could with ease endure
    The opposition which now menaceth
    My work from outward sources e'en if all
    My plans were ruined--I should stand upright.
    Suppose that picture now should show to me
    That outward opposition doth imply
    An inward fight--a fight with Ahriman;
    Am I well armoured also for this fight?

BENEDICTUS:

    My friend, I can behold in thine own soul
    This picture is not fully ripe as yet.
    I feel thou canst make stronger still the power
    Which showed this picture to thy spirit's eye.
    I can feel too that for thy friends and thee
    This picture can create new powers of soul
    If only thou wilt rightly strive for strength.
    This can I feel;--how it shall be fulfilled
    Remains a secret hidden from my sight.

Curtain






SCENE 12


The interior of the earth. Enormous crystal formations, with streams
like lava breaking through them. The whole scene is faintly luminous,
transparent in some parts, and with the light shining through from
behind in others. Above are red flames which appear to be being
pressed downward from the roof. (One hand of Ahriman is a claw and
he has a cloven hoof. This is to show the audience that his identity
as the Devil is being discovered. Fox has a cloven hoof.)

AHRIMAN (at first alone):

    Now living matter falleth from above
    Which I must use. It is the stuff whereof
    Are demons made, and it is flowing free
    Within the world of form. A man doth strive
    To tear from out his being utterly
    The spirit-substance he received from me.
    My influence hath been till now quite good,
    But now he is too near the mystic throng
    Whom Benedictus through his wisdom's light
    Hath lent the power enabling them to face
    Awakening at the cosmic midnight hour.
    O'er him hath Lucifer his influence cast:
    So that Maria and Johannes could
    Release themselves from out his sphere of light.
    Henceforth to Strader I must closely cling.
    Once he is mine I'll catch the others too.
    Johannes wore himself quite dull and blunt
    Against my shadow;--now he knows me well.
    Through Strader only can I get at him.
    And in Maria's case it is the same;
    Yet Strader will perhaps not recognize
    The spirit-tangle, which to human eyes
    Appears as nature, is in fact naught else
    Than mine own personal spirit-property.
    And so he may conceive that energy
    And matter blindly struggle there where I,
    Denying spirit, fashion spirit-things.
    'Tis true the rest have talked to him a lot
    About my being and about my realm;
    And yet, methinks, I have not lost him quite.
    He will forget that Benedictus sent
    Him hither unto me, but half-awake,
    That his belief may be dispelled that I
    Am but a woven thought in human brains.
    Yet I shall need some earthly help if I
    Must bring him here before it is too late.
    Now therefore I will call upon a soul
    Which in its cleverness considers me
    To be naught else than some dull foolish clown.
    He serves me on and off, when I have need.

(Ahriman goes off and returns with the soul of Fox, whose figure is
a sort of copy of his own. On entering he takes a bandage from the
eyes of this person representing the soul.)

AHRIMAN: (Aside)

    Earth-knowledge he must leave here at the door.
    For he must never understand the things
    Which here he learns, since he is honest still;
    No effort would he make, if he once knew
    The purpose with which I now influence him.
    He must be able later to forget.

(To Fox)

    Dost thou know doctor Strader, who serves me?

THE SOUL OF FOX:

    He drifts about upon the star of Earth;
    He would build learned prattle into life;
    And yet each wind of life will knock him down.
    He listens eagerly to mystic prigs,
    And is already stifled by their fog;
    He now doth try to blind poor Hilary,
    Whose friend, however, keeps him well in hand,
    Since all these braggart spirit-whisperings
    Would otherwise his business quite destroy.

AHRIMAN: (Aside)

    Such talk as this is not what I require.
    I now have need of Strader--whilst this man
    Can still have perfect faith in his own self;
    Then Benedictus far too easily
    Will make his wisdom known amongst mankind.
    The friend of Hilary might be of use
    To Lucifer; I must act otherwise--
    Through Strader I must Benedictus harm.
    For he and all his pupils can achieve
    Nothing at all, hath he not Strader's aid.
    Mine enemies of course still have their powers,
    And after Strader's death he will be theirs.
    But if while still on earth his soul can be
    Deceived about itself, my gain will be
    That Benedictus can no longer use
    Him as the leader of his coach's team.
    Now in fate's book I have already read
    That Strader's span of life is nearly run.
    But Benedictus can not yet see this.
    My trusty knave, too crafty is thy wit,
    Who takest me for some dull foolish clown.

(To Fox)

    So well thou reasonest that men attend.
    Go therefore and see Strader very soon
    Tell him that his machine is ill-contrived;
    That 'tis not only unpropitious times
    That check fulfilment of his promises;
    But that his reasoning also is at fault.

THE SOUL OF FOX:

    For such a mission am I well equipped.
    For some time past I have done nothing else
    But think how I can unto Strader prove
    How full of error his ambitions are.
    When once a man hath formed a clever scheme
    By dint of many nights of earnest thought
    He will with ease believe that ill-success
    Is due not to his thought but outward acts.
    And Strader's case is surely pitiable;
    Had such a man as he shunned mystic snobs,
    And made fit use of his fine intellect,
    His great endowments surely would have borne
    Much fruit and profit for humanity.

AHRIMAN:

    Now see to it that thou art shrewdly armed.
    This is thy task: Thou art to undermine
    The confidence of Strader in himself.
    No longer then will he desire to work
    With Benedictus, who must henceforth rest
    Upon himself and his own arguments.
    But these are not so pleasing to mankind,
    Who will be more opposed to them on earth
    The more their inmost nature is disclosed.

THE SOUL OF FOX:

    I see already how I shall begin
    To show to Strader where his thought hath failed.
    There is a flaw within his new machine,
    Though he cannot perceive it of himself.
    A veil of mystic darkness hinders him.
    But I, with my clear common sense, shall be
    Of much more use to him than mystic dreams.
    This for a long while hath been my desire;
    Yet knew I not how to accomplish it.
    At length a light is thrown athwart my path.
    Now must I think of all the arguments
    Which will make Strader realize the truth.

(Ahriman leads out Fox's soul and again blindfolds the individual
portraying the soul before he is allowed to depart.)

AHRIMAN (alone):

    He will be of great service unto me.
    The mystic light on earth doth burn me sore;
    I must work further there, but must not let
    The mystics unto men my work reveal.

(Theodora's soul appears.)

THEODORA'S SOUL:

    Thou mayest Strader reach; but none the less
    I shall be by his side; and since we were
    United on the radiant path of souls,
    We shall remain united wheresoe'er
    He dwells on earth or in the spirit-realms.

AHRIMAN:

    If she indeed forsakes him not, the while
    He still doth dwell on earth, I stand to lose
    My battle; yet I shall not cease to hope
    That he may yet forget her 'ere the end.

Curtain






SCENE 13


A large reception room in Hilary's house. As the curtain rises Hilary
and Romanus are in conversation.

HILARY:

    I must with grief confess to thee, dear friend,
    That this fate's tangle, which is forming here
    Within our circle, well-nigh crusheth me.
    On what can one rely, when nothing holds?
    The friends of Benedictus are by thee
    Kept far from our endeavours; Strader, too,
    Is torn by bitter agonies of doubt.
    A man who, full of shrewdness and of hate,
    Hath oft opposed the mystic life and aims,
    Hath pointed out grave errors in his plans
    And shewn that his invention cannot work,
    And is not only stopped by outward checks.
    Life hath not brought me any ripened fruit;
    I longed for perfect deeds. And yet the thoughts
    That bring deeds unto ripeness never came.
    My soul was ever plagued by loneliness.
    By spirit-sight alone was I upborne.
    And yet;--in Strader's case I was deceived.

ROMANUS:

    I often felt as though some gruesome shape
    Was pressing painfully upon my soul
    Whene'er thy words were in the course of life
    Shown to be naught but errors and mistakes;
    That as the spirit-sight seemed to deceive
    My mystic master did this shape become
    Within me and did set a feeling free
    Which now enables me to give thee light.
    Too blindly hast thou trusted spirit-sight;
    And so as error it appears to thee
    When it doth surely lead thee to the truth.
    In Strader's case thy sight was true, despite
    The things that super-clever men hath shown.

HILARY:

    Thy faith still doth not waver, and thou hast
    The same opinion now of Strader's work?

ROMANUS:

    The reasons whereon I did build it up
    Have naught to do with Strader's friends at all
    And still are valid, whether his machine
    Prove itself true or faulty in design.
    Supposing he hath made an error; well,
    A man through error finds the way to truth.

HILARY:

    The failure then doth not affect thee--thee
    To whom life hath brought nothing but success?

ROMANUS:

    Those who do not fear failure will succeed.
    It only needs an understanding eye
    To see what bearing mysticism has
    Upon our case, and forthwith there appears
    The view that we should take of Strader's work.
    He will come off victorious in the fight
    Which flings the spirit-portals open wide;
    Undaunted by the watchman will he stride
    Across the threshold of the spirit-land.
    My soul hath deeply realized the words
    Which that stern Guardian of the threshold spoke.
    I feel him even now at Strader's side.
    Whether he sees him, or toward him goes
    Unknowing, this indeed I cannot say;
    But I believe that I know Strader well.
    He will courageously make up his mind
    That self-enlightenment must come through pain;
    The will will ever bear him company
    Who bravely goes to meet what lies before,
    And, fortified by Hope's strength-giving stream,
    Doth boldly face the pain which knowledge brings.

HILARY:

    My friend, I thank thee for these mystic words.
    Oft have I heard them; now for the first time
    I feel the secret meaning they enfold.
    The cosmic ways are hard to comprehend--
    My portion, my dear friend, it is to wait
    Until the spirit points me out the way
    Which is appropriate unto my sight.

(Exeunt left.)

(Enter Capesius and Felix Balde, shown in by the Secretary, on right.)

SECRETARY:

    I think that Benedictus will return
    Sometime today from off his journey; but
    He is not here at present; if thou com'st
    Again tomorrow thou shouldst find him here.

FELIX BALDE:

    Can we then have a talk with Hilary?

SECRETARY:

    I'll go and ask him now to come to you.

(Exit.)

FELIX BALDE:

    A vision of deep import hast thou seen.
    Couldst thou not tell it to me o'er again?
    One cannot apprehend such things aright
    Till they are fully grasped by spirit-sight.

CAPESIUS:

    It came this morning, when I thought myself
    Wrapt in the stillness of the mystic trance.
    My senses slept, and with them memory.
    To spirit things alone was I alive.
    At first I saw naught but familiar sights.
    Then Strader's soul came clearly into view
    Before mine inner eye, and for a while
    Stood silent, so that I had ample time
    To make sure I was consciously awake.
    But soon I also heard him clearly say
    'Abandon not the real true mystic mood,'
    As if the sound came from his inmost soul.
    He then continued, with sharp emphasis:
    'To strive for naught; but just to live in peace:
    Expectancy the soul's whole inner life,
    Such is the mystic mood. And of itself
    It wakes, unsought amid the stream of life,
    Whene'er a human soul is rightly strong
    And seeks the spirit with all-powerful thought.
    This mood comes often in our stillest hours
    Yet also in the heat of action; then
    It cometh lest the soul may thoughtless lose
    The tender sight of spirit-happenings.'

FELIX BALDE:

    Like to the very echo of my words
    This utt'rance sounds,--yet not quite what I meant.

CAPESIUS:

    On close consideration one might find
    The opposite of thine own words therein,--
    And more distinctly doth this fact appear
    When we give heed to this his further speech
    'Whoever falsely wakes the mystic mood
    It leads his inmost soul but to himself
    And weaves betwixt himself and realms of light
    The dark veil of his own soul's enterprise.
    If this thou wouldst through mysticism seek
    Mystic illusion will destroy thy life.'

FELIX BALDE:

    This can be nothing else than words of mine
    By Strader's spirit-views transformed; in thee
    They echo as a grievous mystic fault.

CAPESIUS:

    Moreover Strader's final words were these:
    'A man can not attain the spirit-world
    By seeking to unlock the gates himself.
    Truth doth not sound within the soul of him
    Who only seeks a mood for many years.'

(Philia appears, perceptible only to Capesius; Felix Balde shows that
he does not comprehend what follows.)

PHILIA:

    Capesius, if soon thou markest well
    What in thy seeking comes to thee unsought,
    'Twill strengthen thee with many-coloured light;
    In pictured being it will pierce thee through
    Since thy soul-forces show it unto thee.
    That which thy self's sun-nature rays on thee
    By Saturn's ripened wisdom will be dulled;
    Then to thy vision will there be disclosed
    That which in earth-life thou canst comprehend.
    Then I will lead thee to the guardian
    Who on the spirit-threshold keeps his watch.

FELIX BALDE:

    From circles which I know not issue words.
    Their sound awakes no being full of light
    And so they are not fully real to me.

CAPESIUS:

    The hint which Philia hath given me
    Shall be my guide so that from this time forth
    In spirit too may be revealed what I
    Already as a man upon the earth,
    Can find within the circuit of my life.

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SCENE 14


The same. Hilary's wife in conversation with the Manager.

HILARY'S WIFE:

    That fate itself doth not desire the deed
    Which yet my husband thinks imperative,
    Seems likely when one views the tangled threads
    This power doth weave to form the knot in life,
    Which holds us here in its compelling bonds.

MANAGER:

    A knot of fate indeed, which truly seems
    Unable to be loosed by human sense--
    And so, I take it, it must needs be cut.

    I see no other possibility
    Than that the strand which links thy husband's life
    To mine must now at last be cut in twain.

HILARY'S WIFE:

    What! Part from thee!--My husband never will.
    'Twould go against the spirit of the house
    Which by his own dear father was inspired
    And which the son will faithfully uphold.

MANAGER:

    But hath he not already broken faith?
    The aims that Hilary hath now in view
    Can surely not be found along the road
    His father's spirit ever walked upon.

HILARY'S WIFE:

    My husband's happiness in life now hangs
    On the successful issue of these aims.
    I saw the transformation of his soul
    As soon as, like a lightning flash, the thought
    Illumined him. He had found hitherto
    Nothing in life but sad soul-loneliness,
    A feeling which he was at pains to hide
    E'en from the circle of his closest friends
    But which consumed him inwardly the more.
    Till then he deemed himself of no account
    Because thoughts would not spring up in his soul
    Which seemed to him to be of use in life.
    But when this plan of mystic enterprise
    Then stood before his soul, he grew quite young,
    He was another man, a happy man;
    This aim first gave to him a worth in life.
    That thou couldst ere oppose him in this work
    Was inconceivable till it occurred.
    He felt the blow more keenly than aught else
    That in his life hath yet befallen him.
    Couldst thou but know the pain that thou hast caused,
    Thou wouldst not surely be so harsh with him.

MANAGER:

    I feel as if my manhood would be lost
    If I should set myself to go against
    Mine own convictions.--I shall find it hard
    To do my work with Strader at my side.
    Yet I decided I would bear this load
    To help Romanus, whom I understand
    Since he concerning Strader spake with me.
    What he explained became the starting-point
    For me of mine own spirit-pupilship.
    There was a power that flamed forth from his words
    And entered actively within my soul;
    I never yet had felt it so before.
    His counsel is most precious, though as yet
    I cannot understand and follow it;
    Romanus only cares for Strader now;
    He thinks the other mystics by their share
    Not only are a hindrance to the work
    But also are a danger to themselves.
    For his opinion I have such regard
    That I must now believe the following:
    If Strader cannot find a way to work
    Without his friends, 'twill be a sign of fate.
    A sign that with these friends he must abide,
    And only later fashion faculties,
    Through mystic striving for some outward work.
    The fact that recently he hath become
    More closely knit to them than formerly,
    Despite a slight estrangement for a while,
    Makes me believe that he will find his way,
    Lies in this state of things, though it involves
    A failure, for the present, of his aims.

HILARY'S WIFE:

    Thou see'st the man with only that much sight
    With which Romanus hath entrusted thee,
    Thou shouldst gaze on him with unbiased eye.
    He can so steep himself in spirit-life
    That he appears quite sundered from the earth.
    Then spirit forms his whole environment
    And Theodora liveth then for him.
    In speaking with him it appears as if
    She too were present. Many mystics can
    Express the spirit-message in such words
    As bring conviction after careful thought;
    But Strader's very speech hath this same power.
    One sees that he sets little store upon
    Mere inward spirit-life that is content
    With feelings only; the explorer's zeal
    Doth ever prove his guide in mystic life.
    And so his mystic aims do not destroy
    His sense for scientific schemes which seem
    Both practical and useful for this life.
    Try to perceive this faculty in him,
    And through him also learn another thing,
    How one's own personal judgment of one's friends
    Is of more value than another man's
    Such as Romanus hath acquired of him.

MANAGER:

    In such a case as this, so far removed
    From all the vista of my usual thought,
    The judgment of Romanus seems to me
    Some solid ground to stand on. If, myself,
    I enter realms to mysticism near,
    I surely need such guidance as indeed
    A man can only give me who can win
    My confidence by so much of himself
    As I myself can fully comprehend.

(Enter the Secretary.)

    You seem upset, my friend; what hath occurred?

SECRETARY (hesitatingly):

    Good doctor Strader died a few hours since.

MANAGER:

    Died?--Strader?

HILARY'S WIFE:

    What. Not Strader dead?--Where now
    Is Hilary?

SECRETARY:

               He is in his own room.
    He seemed quite stricken when the messenger
    First brought the news to him from Strader's house.

(Exit Hilary's wife, followed by the Secretary.)

MANAGER (alone):

    Dead--Strader!--Can this really be the truth?

    The spirit-sleep of which I heard so much
    Now toucheth me.--The fate which here doth guide
    The threads of life wears now a serious face.
    O little soul of mine, what mighty hand
    Hath now laid hold upon thy thread of fate,
    And given it a part within this knot.

    'But that which must will surely come to pass!'
    Why is it that these words have never left
    My mind since Strader spake them long ago
    When talking with myself and Hilary?--
    As if they reached him from another world
    So did they sound;--he spake as if entranced;--
    What is to come to pass?--Right well I know
    The spirit-world laid hands upon me then.
    Within those words there sounds the spirit-speech--
    Sounds earnest--; how can I its weaving learn?

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SCENE 15


The same. Doctor Strader's nurse is sitting there waiting. Enter
the Secretary.

SECRETARY:

    Soon Benedictus will, I hope, appear
    And hear himself the message thou dost bring:
    He went a journey and hath just returned.
    A great man surely doctor Strader was.
    At first I did not have much confidence
    In Hilary's tremendous plan of work;
    But, as I frequently was in the room
    Whilst Strader was engaged in showing him
    What further needs his plan of work involved,
    All my objections swiftly lost their force.
    Aye full of spirit, with the keenest sense
    For all things possible and purposeful,
    He yet was ever heedful that the end
    Should issue reasonably from the work;
    Ne'er would he anything for granted take.
    He held himself quite as a mystic should;
    As people who are anxious to behold
    A lovely view from some tall mountain-crest
    Keep plodding on till they have reached the top
    Nor try to paint the picture in advance.

NURSE:

    A man of lofty spirit and great gifts
    Thou knewest hard at work in active life.
    I, in the short time it was given me
    To render earth's last services to him
    Learned to admire his loftiness of soul.
    A sweet soul, that, except for seven years
    Of utmost bliss, walked aye through life alone.
    Their wisdom mystics offered him,--but love
    Was all his need;--his lust for outward deeds
    Was naught but--love, which sought for many forms
    Of life in which to manifest itself.
    That which this soul sought on the mystic path
    Was needful to its being's noble fire,
    As sleep is to the body after toil.

SECRETARY:

    In him the mystic wisdom was the source
    Of outward deeds as well; for all his work
    Was ever fully steeped in its ideals.

NURSE:

    Because in him love was a natural law,
    And he had to unite himself in soul
    With all the aspirations of his life;
    E'en his last thoughts were still about the work
    To which in love he did devote himself--
    As people part from beings whom they love
    So Strader's soul reluctantly did leave
    The work on earth through which his love had poured.

SECRETARY:

    He lived in spirit with full consciousness:
    And Theodora was with him as aye
    She was in life--true mystic souls feel thus.

NURSE:

    Because his loneliness knit him to her,
    She stood before him still in death. By her
    He felt that he was called to spirit-worlds
    To finish there his incompleted task.
    For Benedictus just before his death
    He wrote a message which I now have come
    To give into the mystic leader's hands.
    So must the life of this our time on earth
    Unfold itself yet further, full of doubt;--
    But brightened by sun-beings such as he,
    From whom a wider number may receive,
    Like planets, light-rays which awaken life.

(Enter Benedictus left. Exit Secretary right.)

NURSE:

    Before his strength departed, Strader wrote
    These few lines for thee. I have come to bring
    His message to his faithful mystic friend.

BENEDICTUS:

    And as he set this message down for me
    What were the themes that his soul dwelt upon?

NURSE:

    At first the latest of his plans in life
    Lived in his thought; then Theodora came
    To join him in the spirit; feeling this
    His soul did gently leave its body's sheath.

BENEDICTUS:

    My thanks to thee, thou faithful soul, for all
    Thy services to him whilst yet on earth.

(Exit nurse. Benedictus reads Strader's last words.)

BENEDICTUS: (reading)

    'My friend, when I perceived my strength was spent
    And saw that opposition to my work
    Did not alone from outward sources rise,
    But that the inner flaws of my own thought
    Were obstacles to check my plan's success,
    Once more I saw that vision which I told
    Not long ago to thee. But yet this time
    The vision ended otherwise. No more
    Was Ahriman my foe; a spirit stood
    There, in his stead, whom I could clearly feel
    To represent my own erroneous thought.
    And then did I remember thine own words
    About the strengthening mine own soul's powers.
    But thereupon the spirit disappeared.'--
    There are a few more words,--but I cannot
    Decipher them--a chaos covers them
    By weaving in a veil of active thought.

(Ahriman appears; Benedictus sees him.)

(There is no longer any illusion about Ahriman. His form is much more
inhuman; his right arm is bone, his right hand a claw, and he has a
cloven hoof.)

BENEDICTUS:

    Who art thou, who dost take a shadowed life,
    From out my chaos, in the soul's domain?

AHRIMAN (aside):

    He sees me, but as yet he knows me not.
    And so he will not cause me fearful pain
    If I should try to labour by his side.

(To Benedictus.)

    I can declare to thee what Strader means
    To tell thee further for thy personal good.
    And also for thy pupil's mystic path.

BENEDICTUS:

    My mystic group will always know itself
    To be in touch with Strader's soul, although
    The life of sense no longer forms a bridge.
    But when a spirit-messenger draws near
    And manifests to us from his own worlds,
    Then he must needs first win our confidence.
    This he can only do if he appears
    Without disguise unto our spirit-gaze.

AHRIMAN:

    Thou art but striving for self-consciousness:
    So stranger spirit-beings, who might wish
    To render thee a service, are compelled
    To show themselves as parts of thine own self,
    If they may only help thee undisguised.

BENEDICTUS:

    Whoe'er thou art 'tis sure thou only canst
    Serve Good when thou dost strive not for thyself,
    When thou dost lose thyself in human thought
    To rise newborn within the cosmic life.

AHRIMAN: (aside)

    Now is it time for me to haste away
    From his environment, for whensoe'er
    His sight can think me as I really am,
    He will commence to fashion in his thought
    Part of the power which slowly killeth me.

(Ahriman disappears.)

BENEDICTUS:

    Now only do I see 'tis Ahriman,
    Who flees himself, but fashions out of thought
    A knowledge of his being in myself.
    His aim is to confuse the thought of man
    Because therein, misled by error old,
    He seeks the source of all his sufferings.
    As yet he knows not that the only way
    For him to find release in future is
    To find himself reflected in this thought.
    And so he shows himself to men indeed,
    But not as he doth feel he is in truth.
    Himself revealing, and concealing too,
    He sought to utilize in his own way
    A favourable hour in Strader's case.
    Through him he hoped to strike his friends as well;
    But he will not be able to conceal
    His nature from my mystic pupils now.
    He shall be present in their waking thought
    If he holds sway within their inner sight.
    So shall they learn to know his many forms,
    Which would disguise him whensoe'er he must
    Reveal himself unto the souls of men.
    But thou, sun-ripened soul of Strader, thou
    Who by the strengthening of thy spirit-powers
    Didst drive the Lord of Error into flight
    Thou shalt, as spirit-star, shine on thy friends.
    Thy light shall henceforth ever penetrate
    Into Maria's and Johannes' selves;
    Through thee will they be able to equip
    Themselves more strongly for their spirit-work,
    That so they may with powerful thought reveal
    Themselves as proof of soul-enlightenment,
    E'en at such times as dusky Ahriman,
    By clouding wisdom, seeks to spread the night
    Of Chaos o'er full-wakened spirit-sight.

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NOTES


[1] Note.--Very solemn and slow.






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