# The Sacred Drama of Eleusis

*Reconstructed by Edouard Schuré. Set to free rhythms by Rudolf Steiner*

*Play in three acts*

*based on an authorized translation by Marie von Sivers*

List of the figures[^1] with their secret meaning:

> THE HIEROCERYX or HOLY HERALD, equivalent to Hermes, mediating genius between humans and gods, interpreter of mysteries.  
> ZEUS, the demiurge, sublime creator of the universe, represented by the hierophant, head of the Eumolpid family and high priest of Eleusis.  
> DEMETER, divine reason and heavenly light, represented by the hierophantide, wife of the high priest of Eleusis.  
> DIONYSUS, son of Zeus and Demeter, the word or divine spirit, active in the universe.  
> PERSEPHONE, daughter of Zeus and Demeter, the original soul of all humanity.  
> EROS, in the form of a winged boy. The transformer and converter of all things. Tool of the demiurge, his magical mediator.  
> CHORUS OF NYMPHS  
> The triple HEKATE, goddess of the moon, genius of transformations and metamorphoses, also symbolizing the three regions that the soul must pass through in order to incarnate and return to its origin.  
> METANIRA, widow of Keleos, king of Eleusis.  
> TRIPTOLEMUS, her son, a young ephebe.  
> RHODOPE, CALLIRHOE, PHAINO, daughters of Metanira.  
> PLUTO, god of the underworld or dense matter.  
> MONSTERS and PHANTOMS, LARVAE and LEMURES, from the mouth of Hecate.  
> CHORUS OF MYSTICS, who participate in the mysteries, individual souls in search of truth.  
> CHORUS OF THE BLESSED, in the light of Demeter.  
> CHORUS OF HEROES

#### Prologue: The Abduction of Persephone

[HERMES ( *the herald of the mysteries, to those present*)]:  
Sensing God's creative power in his soul  
Man lifts his mind in thought  
To Demeter, the Earth Mother.  
Through two of the gods' gifts  
She has placed his being well in the universe.  
She lets him reap the fruits of the earth,  
That he may overcome his animal nature.  
She radiates the power of sacred knowledge  
In the deepest recesses of his soul,  
That he may feel the seeds of God's eternity  
Growing strong in his spirit.  
As the fruits of her gifts ripen,  
He respects them in words and deeds,  
Which you shall now hear and also see.  


*In the background, one sees rocks with a grotto, surrounded by a myrtle grove and a few poplars. In the foreground, a meadow where nymphs recline around a spring.*

DEMETER *with the kalathos on her head, the scepter in her hand, in a serious voice:*  
In this grotto I leave you,  
Child dear to the gods.  
Weave your veil here,  
Await your mother's return  
In the circle of nymphs who surround you kindly.  
In heaven, your eyes may see  
Your beloved home, in the universe  
Your proud possession.  
[All the gods follow your call!  
But do not listen to the enticing voice of Eros,  
For he is cunning, and treacherous advice  
Is all he can give, despite his gentle gaze.  
You must not leave this grotto  
And pick the seductive flowers  
Of the earth; their scent would intoxicate you,  
And he would have to rob you of the light of heaven,  
He would snatch the memory itself from your soul.  
Stay in the circle of the cheerful nymphs,  
Who surround you kindly,  
And return to you,  
Let us hasten to the high ether,  
In the serpent chariot, surrounded by fire!

PERSEPHONE *embroidering a long, multicolored veil*:  
Sublime, stern mother,  
I will vow it to you.  
The solemn radiance of light,  
Which shines from your noble divine form  
And is dear  
To the soul of your daughter,  
Be witness to my vow.  
May the punishment of the gods  
Strike the disobedient without mercy.

*Demeter exits.*

CHORUS OF NYMPHS!:  
O Persephone! O Virgin!  
Chaste bride of heaven!  
In your veil you weave  
The bright forms of the gods.  
May the vain deceit of the earth  
Be forever far from you!  
May the pure radiance of truth  
Shine only in your eyes!  
May you live in the empyrean  
Dionysus, your husband,  
Chosen by heaven itself.  
Like the distant sun's chaste ray  
His kiss but touches you.  
He lives by your breath,  
In his light you breathe  
There is no greater salvation  
To be found in the vast universe.

PERSEPHONE:  
The countless forms of worldly things  
Are wrought by my hand  
Into the blue of the sky  
Of the vast veil of ether;  
It shows fold upon fold.  
But each one conceals figures,  
Woven by my ivory needle  
According to the gods' counsel.  
My art has reached  
The end of this realm of the gods.  
The hundred heads of Chaos  
And his thousand arms,  
I have woven them all,  
So that mortal beings  
May be sterilized from his womb.  
But now he calls them  
From the barren depths  
To a life of light and joy?  
The father of the gods  
Has revealed the dark mystery to me.  
But my heart pounds with desire  
To see the form  
Who wrought such a miracle.

THE NYMPHS:  
Do not think of that!  
Withdraw yourself  
From this vain question.

PERSEPHONE *rises and throws back her veil*:  
O Eros, you, the gods'  
Eldest and youngest,  
Source of joy and tears,  
Inexhaustible fountain of the world:  
O, you are called,  
The invisible, unknown  
Counted among the immortals.  
Mysterious Eros!  
Stunned as if by a powerful spell  
My soul's consciousness flees,  
When it hears only your name's  
Intoxicating sound.

CHORUS OF NYMPHS:  
Search no further!  
Flee from danger,  
Threatening to humans  
And also to the gods.

PERSEPHONE *stares into space with horrified eyes*:  
Does memory leave the soul?  
Is it filled with dread?  
Chaos... human forms,  
Genders from the abyss  
Rising without number  
The cry of the world in becoming,  
The cries of hatred and war!  
The terrible power of death.  
All this stands before my eyes!  
The abyss draws me  
Into its dark depths.  
My soul strives downward.  
Eros' spell takes hold of me,  
He shows me the torch:  
Death already stands before me.  
Leave me, terrible dream vision.  
She covers her face with her hands and sobs.

CHORUS OF NYMPHS:  
O divine virgin!  
It is only a dream,  
But it will become reality,  
When guilty desire  
Calls it forth in your soul.  
The bliss of heaven must fade  
Into illusion for you,  
When the warning of salvation  
Sounds in vain to you.  
Continue to weave the veil,  
Forget what Eros may reveal to you in unchaste ways.

PERSEPHONE *lowers her hands from her face, which has taken on a different expression*:  
You are foolish,  
O foolish one that I was.  
Now memory sprouts.  
I need only think  
Of the sacred mysteries.  
In Olympia it was revealed to me:  
The most beautiful of the gods is Eros.  
On his winged chariot he drives  
Ahead of the immortal gods,  
When form-creating elements  
Bind themselves, creating beings.  
From the depths of chaos,  
His tone of love entices the heroes  
And leads them to the heights of ether.  
His knowledge knows no bounds.  
Like the fire from which  
Creation sprang,  
His power animates the worlds.  
The keys to the gates  
Of Earth and Heaven itself,  
He may wield them!  
O Eros, reveal yourself to me!

CHORUS OF NYMPHS:  
Unhappy one, stop!

EROS *emerges from the forest in the form of a winged boy*:  
It sounds so powerful  
Persephone's desire  
To Eros: Here he is.

PERSEPHONE *sits down on her seat*:  
How different, Eros, must  
Persephone see you,  
Than in the picture  
You were drawn to her.  
Betrayal and cunning,  
So they said,  
Fill your soul,  
Now I see you,  
And my heart  
And soul become wide,  
I see the eye  
So clear and open.  
The beauty of the child,  
The pure radiance of innocence  
Flows from your body.  
You are highly praised  
For your wisdom, no less  
For your skill in every task.  
Show Persephone now,  
Helping her  
With this veil's  
Meaningful work.

EROS:  
Obeying such a wish,  
Persephone sees me lying  
At her feet,  
Admiring the veil's  
Weave, which reflects back  
The artist's blue eyes  
To the astonished viewer.  
And forms without equal  
Your hand has woven into it,  
Only one thing in the universe can surpass them in beauty,  
That which is unknown to itself,  
That which has never seen itself in the mirror:  
The artist's own form.  
The artist's own form.  
[He smiles slyly.]

PERSEPHONE:  
Is it possible to see oneself?  
She blushes.  
Does Eros recognize such forms?

EROS:  
They are not unknown  
To my soul,  
The becoming of the gods looks  
Out of them at me. —  
Why does your work end  
In chaos?  
Only there is the beginning  
And the goal of the struggle  
Recognizable to the searching soul.  
The Titans' outrage,  
How humans come into being  
And the power of love,  
The scrutinizing gaze misses.

PERSEPHONE:  
My knowledge is not sufficient  
For such a revelation.  
What follows,  
Persephone can only accomplish  
if Eros' help is hers.

EROS *casts her a fiery glance*:  
You shall not lack  
what your soul desires,  
once you grant the helper only one thing:  
to your helper:  
You shall visit the meadow with him,  
To gather the most beautiful flowers.

PERSEPHONE *seriously*:  
If I were to take such a step,  
I would have to violate my mother's  
wise and strict command. I would have to violate:  
“The voice of Eros must not  
Entice you to pick the flowers  
From the meadow.  
If your mind did not comply  
With such a warning,  
You would irrevocably become  
The most miserable of the gods.”

EROS:  
The mother does not want  
The secrets of the earth and hell  
To be revealed  
To her daughter's soul.  
You owe this revelation  
To the scent of those flowers.  
PERSEPHONE:  
Are you able to give  
such knowledge to the soul?

PERSEPHONE:  
And are they known to you?

EROS:  
Nothing is unknown to me.  
And I feel only younger  
From their power.  
Daughter of the gods, know this!  
The abyss is filled  
With terror and shivers,  
unknown to heaven.  
But no one recognizes divinity,  
hidden from the powers of earth and hell.

EROS:  
It shall be proven!  
*He touches the earth with the tip of his bow, and a ‘great narcissus’ rises.*

PERSEPHONE:  
O what a miracle!  
Significant memory  
Awakens in the trembling heart.  
It was on my beloved star,  
Where I often lay resting  
On mountain peaks.  
Then, awakening, it shone  
Towards me, silvery  
A star, glistening  
Like opal in the pale blue  
Of the vast expanse of sky.  
It seemed to me as if it were  
The announcement of my husband,  
Promised to me by the gods.  
The torch of Dionysus seemed to me  
The star, which always  
Soon sank after its appearance.  
The flower is like the torch.

EROS:  
The transformation  
And reshaping of things is my work.  
From the small I create  
The image and likeness of the greatest.  
From the depths I elicit  
The mirror of the heavens.  
In earth and sky  
I mix the forms,  
Which from the formless depths  
It is my task to shape.  
From the abyss I have  
Taken the star that you  
Call yours,  
In the form of a flower, so that  
You may breathe in its fragrance.

CHORUS OF NYMPHS:  
Take heed, Persephone,  
Misfortune can easily  
Arisen from sorcery.

PERSEPHONE:  
Tell me the name  
Of this flower.

EROS:  
Narcissus is the name  
Given to it by humans,  
The eternal symbol of desire  
In my language.  
Look at it closely:  
It looks up at you,  
Like a living thing,  
Its delicate, white crown shines.  
Its fragrance flows from the heart,  
Which lives golden within.  
Filled with joy,  
It surrounds you.  
Raise the magical flower  
To your face,  
And pictorially before your eyes  
All monsters shall appear  
Of the abyss and what mysteries  
The depths of the earth hold,  
And what moves the human heart.  
Nothing remains hidden from you.

PERSEPHONE:  
O wonder flower,  
Your scent is intoxicating!  
My heart trembles,  
My fingers glow,  
They grasp you!  
I want to inhale you,  
Press you to my lips,  
Place you on my heart  
And die blissfully,  
In your magical breath!

*The earth splits open beside her. From the wide-open, black chasm, Pluto slowly rises halfway up in a chariot drawn by black horses. He seizes Persephone the moment she picks the flower and pulls her violently toward him. She struggles in vain in his arms and lets out a loud cry. Immediately, the chariot sinks and disappears, its rumbling fading into the distance like underground thunder. The nymphs scatter through the grove, sighing. Eros runs away laughing.*

The voice of PERSEPHONE *under the earth*:  
Help, mother, mother!

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[^1]: All these personalities are found in Homer's Hymn to Demeter, “Praise of Demeter,” with the exception of Dionysus, who was later introduced in Eleusis under the name Jackos.