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
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.
(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 (Venus),
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 deeps;
And, floating, strives to gain some steadying weight.
(With the figure of a steel-blue-grey
elemental spirit modified 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.
I will that their weight shall not burden me,
Which grievously resists the soaring will.
cease their movement.)
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.
(Toward the left of the 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 kind
of #8224, 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 deep.
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.
(Figure like an angel, yellow merging
into white, with wings of a bright violet, a lighter shade than
Maria has later. — All three soul figures and the Other
Philia are near Strader's soul and stand in the centre of the
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.
(Figure like an angel, robed in bright violet, with blue
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
(Figure like an angel, robe of blue and red, with orange
The weighty beings, who 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.
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 I may dim thy might by the resistance
Which my desire from the Moon sphere brings.
A golden glow now stirs, I feel its warmth,
And silver sheen, forth-spraying though yet cold;
Awake in me O Mercury 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.
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 the end to which I strive.
Yet know I not the power which could avail
To make this picture active in my sphere.
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.
I needs must be indebted to the soul
That now prepares for being, since it shows
A warning picture in my soul's expanse.
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;