Spiritual Song of the Earthly-Human Sun - Scott Elliot Hicks
(Inspired by and modelled on Novalis' Spiritual Song #2, and the work of Rudolf Steiner and Yeshayahu Ben-Aharon)
With the crack of the hammer on the mountain,
Dawn shines forth clearly from the East, awakening consciousness in human spirits!
The gray old times of the past are growing younger and younger in this Sun. I become a mature and gentle child, made wise only by the spiritual world with love and humility.
Let us take a long and deep drink in our soul and spirit from the clear water, flowing with colors at the source of light and life, the rainbow well, unveiling miracles!
Like the white swan drinking sips of water in the clear pool, reflecting the stars in the cool night, being healed completely; regenerated completely, awakened completely for the new day coming.
Let us be completely penetrated in our hearts, heads, hands and feet with the love coming from Christ, filling us with His glory, as we are transformed and resurrected in His divine transfiguration, His eternal becoming. Joining Day and Night. This is the fulfillment of what we have always wanted in our deepest heart.
We become the free and individual child, born out of all of the Heavenly-earthly, angelic matter, coming down, born in the new Earthly-Human Sun.
Rising up, breathing in sound, breathing out healing. My I AM was nourished from the outside over ages by nature; it was elevated and grown from the inside by the spiritual world.
My I AM is free, but He lives inside the fabric of my I AM nature. This land of Selfhood is His land. It is wide and open. All are welcome there: all genders, all nations, all peoples.
We fly on the living spirit winds blowing around the earth, our souls, minds, and life carried in new starry and human Imaginations. I become part of the swirling creative song, spoken by the spirit out of the deep black crack.
Out of the ashes, new sparks flash out, young flames leap up --- swirling, circling and joining together.
We become the I flame, eternally bright, awakening together in His wakefulness.
From graves everywhere on the earth, springs up new life and new etherized, spiritualized blood.
Together the universal spirits and I create new soul veins between people, so that this harmony can flow between our human hearts, freely and consciously.
We dive in our free I with Christ beneath the waves of our sense life, deep beneath the waves of our old ideas into his Earthly-human Sun. He stands in the middle of us, His eyes and heart holding us, touching us: yes, Christ is seeing us.
He lovingly, like a good friend, awaits to answer each request, each prayer, in line with our Karma.
Let his mild looks go deep into your soul.
Let his resurrection forces go into your spirit, soul, and body.
Behold your own self, grasped in his complete acceptance of all of yourself, highest and lowest.
His eternal happiness and bliss is to be welcomed into your heart. The copies of His cosmic-human self are waiting to be taken in by free humans; yes, they are waiting!
Let all hearts, spirits, and sense perceptions begin a new etheric dance,
Expanding beyond old forms, words, feelings, and sensations. Dance in the pulse of the etheric form that is alive, flowing through your whole living body, flowing through the whole etheric geography of the Earthly-Human Sun.
Reach out boldly for His hands, impress his face on your mind. You can always turn to Him, like a blossom searching for the sunshine.
Show him your whole heart, your whole mind, your whole life, your whole body. He will stand by you, in you, dwelling in you like a true faithful wife, a sister, a brother, a comforter of truth.
He is becoming in you, you are becoming in him. The time for fear of the spirit is over. He is awakening new heavenly sprouts in north, south, east, and west. In the center of the earth, in the new etheric heavens, in the middle zone.
So let us stand up, walk, think, and speak in the new full etheric gardens of the spirit, searching, waiting, and creating together with our angelic brothers and sister, new buds, new blossoms, new human beings.
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Novalis' original Spiritual Songs (Geistliche Lieder) #2
2. Fern in Osten wird es helle,
Graue Zeiten werden jung;
Aus der lichten Farbenquelle
Einen langen tiefen Trunk!
Alter Sehnsucht heilige Gewährung,
Süße Lieb' in göttlicher Verklärung.
Endlich kommt zur Erde nieder
Aller Himmel sel'ges Kind,
Schaffend im Gesang weht wieder
Um die Erde Lebenswind,
Weht zu neuen ewig lichten Flammen
Längst verstiebte Funken hier zusammen.
Ueberall entspringt aus Grüften
Neues Leben, neues Blut,
Ew'gen Frieden uns zu stiften,
Taucht er in die Lebensfluth;
Steht mit vollen Händen in der Mitte
Liebevoll gewärtig jeder Bitte.
Lasse seine milden Blicke
Tief in deine Seele gehn,
Und von seinem ewgen Glücke
Sollst du dich ergriffen sehn.
Alle Herzen, Geister und die Sinnen
Werden einen neuen Tanz beginnen.
Greife dreist nach seinen Händen,
Präge dir sein Antlitz ein,
Mußt dich immer nach ihm wenden,
Blüthe nach dem Sonnenschein;
Wirst du nur das ganze Herz ihm zeigen,
Bleibt er wie ein treues Weib dir eigen.
Unser ist sie nun geworden,
Gottheit, die uns oft erschreckt,
Hat im Süden und im Norden
Himmelskeime rasch geweckt,
Und so laßt im vollen Gottesgarten
Treu uns jede Knosp' und Blüthe warten.
II. English translation by MacDonald:
DAWN, far eastward, on the mountain ! Gray old times are growing young ; From the flashing colour-fountain, I will quaff it deep and long.
Sacred boon to old desire's rogation ! Sweet love in divine transfiguration ! Comes at last, our poor earth's native, All-heaven's one child, simple, kind
Blows again, in song creative, Round the earth a living wind, Gathers, blows anew to flames of heaven Sparks long ages since asunder driven.
Everywhere, from graves abounding, Rises, new-born, life and blood, Endless peace for us firm founding, Plunges he into life's flood ; Stands amid, with full hands, gaze caressing,Waits but for the prayer to give the blessing.
Let his mild looks of invading, Deep into thy spirit go, By his blessedness unfading, Thou thyself possessed shalt know.
Hearts of all men, spirits all, and senses, Mingling move,—all new their dance commences.
Grasp his hands with boldness yearning, Stamp his face thy heart upon, Turning towards him, ever turning,
Thou, the flower, must face the sun. Who to him his heart's last fold unfoldeth, True as wife's his heart for ever holdeth. Ours is now that Godhead's splendour
At whose name we used to quake ! South and north, its breathings tender Heavenly germs at once awake ! Let us then in God's full garden labour, And to every bud and bloom be neighbour!
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