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ga: 44
title: "Temple fragment, fifth image"
words: 765
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# 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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