Temple fragment, fifth image

BENEDICTUS:
You who are my companions
In the realm of the eternal,
I come to you,
Consulting in your sphere
The fate of a human being,
Who is to receive light from here.
He has walked
Through trials of suffering
And in bitter anguish of soul
Has laid the foundation for consecration,
Which shall bring him knowledge.
As a messenger of the Spirit,
I have fulfilled the mission entrusted to me
In him.
Now it is up to you, my brothers,
To complete my work.
I have kindled in him
The light that has guided him
To his first spiritual vision.
And if it is to become
Truth for him,
Your work must
Be added to mine.

THEODOSIUS: I will follow in your footsteps
And bring warmth to his heart.
He shall understand
How sacrificially the world spirit
Finds its own spirit.
You have snatched his vision
From sleep.
I will place receptivity
In his soul.
You have snatched the spirit
From its physical shell.
I will harden his spirit,
So that it becomes a mirror
For the light of the spirit,
I will give him strength,
Now feeling in the spirit
To see other spirits.

ROMANUS:
And have you brought him
To the power to live in the spirit,
Then I will lead him
Through vast spaces
And the passage of time.
And spiritual beings,
They shall surround him
And demand deeds of him.
He will do them willingly.
The world ruler's goals
He will make his own goals.
The primordial beginnings shall
Permeate him with spirit;
The powers of the world shall
Permeate him with strength;
The powers of the spheres
Shall illuminate him
And the rulers of the vast expanses
Shall inspire him.

RETARDUS:
Since the beginning of the Earth,
You have tolerated me in your midst.
So my word must also be spoken
In your council.
Until you can accomplish
What you so beautifully proclaim:
There is still some time to go
In the course of the world.
The Earth itself has not yet
spoken
that it desires
new initiates.
As long as the beings
have not entered this temple,
from which nature alone
and without consecration
can release the spirit,
I remain free
To hinder your steps.
I hold your spiritual light
Back in our realm
And give from myself
To people that part
Which makes them see
The truth of the senses
As the highest thing.
Faith may suffice
To point them to the spirit;
And the goals of their will,
They may be guided even further
By desires that grope blindly in the dark.

THE OTHER MARY:
I carry into your temple
The spiritual impulses of two people
Who long for truth.
The ancient treasures of knowledge
Appear glorious in the thinking
That interweaves their souls.
It can be seen in the light
That becomes my being.
It shines so clearly
In this sacred space.
But it does not shine for people
When they ignite it in their own selves.
FELIX BALDE: That power commanded me,
To go to the place of consecration,
Which speaks to my soul
From the depths of the earth.
It wants to tell you through me
Of its concern and distress.

BENEDICTUS:
And what troubles
The powers in the depths of the earth?

FELIX BALDE:
The light that shines in human souls
As the fruit of knowledge,
Serves as nourishment for those powers;
But for a long time now, they have had to
Almost completely without satiety.
For what in these days
Swirls through human brains,
Is not suitable for nourishment,
When it penetrates the spirit worlds.
Superstition haunts
Many human minds,
Even when they turn their gaze
Towards the primordial beginning.
The merchant who sells goods
In his store,
Would surely consider deranged
The buyer who told him,
The fog
That swirls in the valley
Can be rolled into money
That will pay you.
But science does not produce
Not ducats,
But entire worlds
From primordial mists.
The teacher who learned:
A layman
Wanted to make himself a scholar
Without any examination,
He would threaten with contempt.
But science willingly allows
The primordial animal to become human
By its own power.
And so that superstition
Can prove itself in abundance,
One sees primordial ghosts,
Which fill all spaces
And form every wise being.
Atom, that is the name of the ghosts,
Who live their eternal existence stupid and dull,
Binding themselves together ghostly
And detaching themselves from each other
And from the swarming mists
The souls and spirits sweat.
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