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Atlanta, Part 10 of The Journey (part 1part 2part 3part 4part 5part 6part 7part 8, part 9)

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And so the 2 sisters rode into another lingering sunset. The conversation which ranged from Harriet Tubman to Christian Rosenkreutz & beyond, made the hours slide by with the miles in a blink.

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For the last 3 sleeps we had been contemplating taking the power of our journey up to ‘Stone Mountain’ in Atlanta.

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In his iconic “I Have a Dream” speech, Martin Luther King Jr. lists places around the country, from California to Colorado, declaring: “let freedom ring”. He includes “Stone Mountain of Georgia” – a confederate strong hold, & symbol of the Ku Klux Klan, reborn there with the burning of a cross on Thanksgiving night 1915.

The dream I had on that Memphis morn seemed like a confirmation that, yes, as hard as it would be, we needed to go & reclaim Stone Mountain. So after we landed at the ARC, we made plans to meet the next day 11-18-19, & make the ascent.

~Rudolf Steiner

In the morning I was strolling out front when Angela arrived. She pointed out 2 trees that stood like Joachim & Boaz outside of the ARC. When they 1st got the house, Angela was on the phone talking to Robert McDermott when she looked out the front window to see water gushing up from the tree holding the position of the Southern pillar. As the waters began to mix with the clay it became a stream of red spreading from the roots into churning a pool. We marveled that because we happened to be standing outside she was reminded of this origin story of the ARC, which was another synchronicity aligned with the reoccurring image of the waters creating an opening into the underworld.

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~Rembrandt

We went inside & our conversation turned once again to Christian Rosenkreutz. Angela mentioned that when we were at Don’s farm in Rockford, Charlotte had showed her the bedroom where the picture of ‘The Polish Rider’ was prominently displayed. Angela went over to the library & dug behind some books pulling out a print of this same painting by Rembrandt. She taped it up on the dining room wall next to the map of the USA & the Verse for America. The next thing we knew a huge, & I mean gigantic cockroach was on the wall right above the print of CR. It was going around in circles & moving its long tentacles in strange ways. Was it dying, or giving birth, or doing some sort of weird eurythmy, or what? Then Angela calls out CR CockRoach CR!

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We were repulsed but transfixed, watching its every move. And move it did, up above the map, stopping right over Chicago! We couldn’t look away, we were giving a blow by blow commentary on its gestures & progress across the map when it suddenly stopped near Portland OR. – which at the Group & Branch meeting of the AGM had just recently become ‘Branch Buddieswith Chicago. Too strange. CR eventually moved to a high corner of the wall on the outside of the map & just kind of landed. We didn’t want to touch it, so we let it be & got into Big Daddy Howell’s van to make our pilgrimage to Stone Mountain.

I think I will stop here for today, dear friends, I planned for this 10th part of the series to bring us to completion, but I see now that the end of this journey must come as we began, with the #11.

So tune in tomorrow as we climb the mountaion…

~hag

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POD (Poem Of the Day)

~I cross an open field strewn with stones
& shards of red rocks shaped like hearts…
Invoking the King of the Mineral Realm
I speak to the stones:
You, will break,
You, will hold rain,
You, will be tossed,
You, will crumble,
& your grains of sand will mark my passage…
& the red rocks agreed…
~hag

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30 November 2019 – “Speaking with the Stars”: As the stars come out, the Cassiopeia W stands on end very high in the northeast. Watch her turn around to become a flattened M, even higher in the north, by late evening.

Rudolf Steiner’s Lectures on this day 

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

~Artus Wolffort

Feast of Saint Andrew born in the village of Bethsaida on the Sea of Galilee. “The first striking characteristic of Andrew is his name: it is not Hebrew, as might have been expected, but Greek, indicative of a certain cultural openness in his family. He was a fisherman like his brother St. Peter. Jesus called them to be his disciples by saying that he will make them “fishers of men.” Andrew told Jesus about the boy with the loaves and fishes (John 6:8), & when Philip wanted to tell Jesus about certain Greeks seeking Him, he told Andrew first (John 12:20–22). Andrew was present at the Last Supper, & was one of the four disciples who came to Jesus on the Mount of Olives to ask about the signs of Jesus’ return at the “end of the age”. (Mark 13:30) Andrew is said to have been martyred by crucifixion. In the Western Esoteric tradition, Andrew is associated with the astrological sign of Virgo.

1961 – Deathday of Ehrenfried Pfeiffer a German scientist, soil scientist, leading advocate of biodynamic agriculture, anthroposophist & student of Rudolf Steiner.

Ehrenfried Pfeiffer began work with Rudolf Steiner in 1920 to develop & install special diffuse stage lighting for eurythmy performances on the stage of the first Goetheanum.

After Steiner’s death in 1925, Pfeiffer worked in the private research laboratory at the Goetheanum in Dornach. He became manager & director of the 800-acre experimental biodynamic Loverendale farm in Domburg in the Netherlands. This farm was set up to carry out some of the agricultural studies of the Goetheanum laboratory. The work of testing & developing Rudolf Steiner’s Agriculture Course of 1924 was an international enterprise coordinated by Pfeiffer at the Natural Science Section of the Goetheanum.

Pfeiffer’s most influential book ‘Bio-Dynamic Farming and Gardening’ was published in 1938 simultaneously in at least five languages, English, German, Dutch, French, & Italian.

The following year, just months before the outbreak of World War II, Pfeiffer ran Britain’s first biodynamics conference, the Betteshanger Summer School & Conference, at the estate of Lord Northbourne in Kent. Pfeiffer’s Betteshanger Conference is regarded as the ‘missing link’ between biodynamic agriculture & organic farming.

Pfeiffer first visited the U.S. in 1933 to lecture to a group of anthroposophists at the Threefold Farm in Spring Valley, New York on biodynamic farming. His consulting was essential to the development of biodynamic agriculture in the U.S.

Pfeiffer developed an analytical method using copper chloride crystallization & used this technique as a blood test for detecting cancer. As a result, Pfeiffer was invited to the U.S. in 1937 to work at the Hahnemann Medical College in Philadelphia. While in the U.S., he continued to consult with those interested in biodynamic farming & helped to form the Biodynamic Farming & Gardening Association in 1938.

In 1940 he immigrated to the U.S. from Switzerland with his wife Adelheid, escaping the advance of German troops into France. They brought with them their son Christoph & daughter Wiltraud.

With the advent of World War II in Europe, Pfeiffer took his family to Kimberton, Pennsylvania, where Alaric Myrin offered Pfeiffer the opportunity to create a model biodynamic farm & training program.

Starting in the late 1930s he taught biodynamic farming & gardening at the Kimberton Farm School. One of his students, Paul Keene, who worked & studied with Pfeiffer there for two years & shortly thereafter co-founded Walnut Acres, recalls: “… he helped bring all of life together for us in a definite coherent pattern”.

Aiming to continue his work training biodynamic farmers, Pfeiffer bought a farm in Chester, New York, where a small colony arose focused on farming, education, & the administration of the Biodynamic Association.

His copper chloride sensitive crystallization theory brought him an honorary degree of Doctor of Medicine from Hahnemann Medical College & Hospital in Philadelphia in 1939. He studied chemistry & became a professor of nutrition in 1956. Pfeiffer wrote on the dangers of pesticides & DDT a& Rachel Carson consulted with him when she was writing Silent Spring.

In 1961, at his home in Spring Valley, N.Y., he suffered from a series of heart attacks, lingering for several days, but ultimately was not given the proper medical care & died. His wife subsequently took over the operation of their farm in Chester, New York.

Pfeiffer was a pioneer of biodynamic agriculture in Europe, Britain, & America. He is most widely known for his innovative work in composting. He conducted extensive research on the preparation & use of biodynamic compost & was the inventor of BD Compost Starter, a compost inoculant. For many years Pfeiffer served as a compost consultant to municipal compost facilities.

Underground Stream

Knoxville/Maryville/Rockford TN, part 9 of The Journey (part 1part 2part 3part 4part 5part 6part 7part 8)

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~Karla Wozniak

Driving down the highway I always feel like I’m traveling in a time machine. During deep conversations time seems to stop. Sometimes the time zones change. And the sunrise or sunsets stretch out into eternity before you. All these gifts were ours as we made the trip to Bill & Bonnie Rogers’ splendid house in the Tennessee hills. Bill drove down to guide us thru the twists & turns up the mountain.  Bonnie greeted us with the table beautifully set for our late supper. What a joy to be welcomed back again by these friends.

~Whitsunday 2019 Don Brakebill’s deathday.
Don was a renowned vocalist, beloved music director & teacher.

In the morning we drove over to Rockford TN. the homestead where Don Brakebill was born & shared his gifts with the world. Charlotte, who holds many study groups there, made us a lovely breakfast; & her dear son Michael played us a recording of Don singing, which brought us all tears of joy. As I mentioned in an earlier post Don Crossed the Threshold just 5 months prior, on Whitsunday, while I happened to be in town presenting. This Southern Tour was sparked from wanting to bring the All Souls Journey here in light of Don’s death.

Charlotte explained how she felt it was unsafe to go down by the barn where Don’s ashes were laid. She said that during the memorial, scores of folks were down there, driving in & out with no problem. But that recently they took Don’s truck, which he so loved to drive, down to the barn with a friend. Near the area the ground had given way, & Don’s truck fell axle deep into a sink hole, exposing an underwater stream.

Well I just about fell out of my chair. I got shivers thinking about my trepidatious walk in the dried up reservoir in the Atlanta where I had the feeling I would be pulled into a sink hole; & the coincidence with Angela’s dream, recorded on the same date a year earlier, where a tree was uprooted & her warning that the ground was unstable…I wondered what date this sinkhole by the barn had happened, & what it all might mean. Michael said he could just see Don cracking a smile about the whole thing.

The connection with the underground stream, the living waters of Muscle Shoals, the Tennessee & Mississippi Rivers, my experience, & Angela’s dream – it was all so… interesting.

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~ Maciej Ciesla

What seems to want to be revealed is speaking forth from the mystery of the element of water itself – the way it is so adaptable, so relentless in it’s journey from source. Flowing, sometimes strong & vast, other times, slow & still, lying hidden, down below the surface, waiting to be discovered. A deep well of possibilities.

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~HIlma af Klint

Like the so-called dead. We can’t see them, but they are stirring mighty tides in the spirit world. Raining inspiration vast as the ocean, which seeks to be uncovered within our own soul forces. If we don’t pay attention, the Father Ground may shake us open, as a mercy, to awaken our often unconscious longing for connection with spirit.

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Will we look into the water, into the etheric realm? Will we find there a reflection of ourselves, as we live into “Christ in me’…?

~Suzie Addicks.

I carried all this in my heart as we made our way back to Bill & Bonnie’s for the All Souls Festival. Soon folks arrived & we set to work.

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We gathered around the large dining table doing eurythmy, which someone mentioned had the dual purpose of blessing the food. The Circle of Remembrance was particularly poignant. Vicki, who had also lost her husband, read out the many names of the beloved dead. The room expanded with their loving presence. The comments & stories brought a deep practical understanding of working with the dead. Charlotte’s experience in striving to be open to the communications with Don brought a new dimension to my thinking, which I am continuing to ponder & apply.

~James E Stamper

James Stamper, working on his iPad did some amazing art in response to our work.

~James E Stamper

This was the last presentation of the Tour, a true capstone event. We were reluctant to leave, but we had a long drive back to Atlanta & another brilliant sunset was calling us to the road.

~hag

Tomorrow we end this series with the last extra ordinary day in Atlanta.

I trust you are keeping the Thanks Giving going…

Blessings & Peace

~hag

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~hag Chicago Riverwalk

POD (Poem Of the Day)

~On the Riverwalk
The world whirls
& I
Striding in my silence
Arms akimbo, my breath unhurried
Thinking like the sleep of small animals
Open & drifting like a birch leaf
Fine with settling amongst its fellows in a heap.
~hag

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13 – 14 December 2019

Rudiger Janisch

“The Spiritual Goetheanum, the threefold human being and the threefold social impulse”

Friday 13 December , 7 – 9 pm

Saturday 14 December, 9 am – noon

$50 for the full weekend workshop, or pay what you will

Rüdiger has been working in Curative Education and teaching in professional training programs in Germany and the United States for over 40 years. A long-time student of anthroposophy, he serves on the Collegium of the School for Spiritual Science in North America. His contributions to adult education methods were recognized in the context of an international research project sponsored by the European Union. He has been a member of the core faculty of a joint ‘Training for Trainers’ program supporting Curative Education and Social Therapy in Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, and Kyrgyzstan. He has also taught as an adjunct faculty member of the M.S. Ed program in Waldorf Remedial Education at Antioch University N.H. Having taught many different aspects of anthroposophy and Curative Education, he currently is focused on action research and the development of artistic and experiential approaches to the spiritual scientific study of the human being.

Fro more info. contact Hazel Archer-Ginsberg

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Witness

Memphis Morn– The Journey (part 1part 2part 3part 4part 5, part 6 )

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~Jenn Houle

The mares were bounding all thru the night. I awoke at 4:44 am my head splitting, the dream pounding. I stood at the threshold looking down into a deep gorge shaped like the liberty bell. There was a huge white boulder shaped like a skull that had been cleaved in two by an ancient pine tree growing up from its center. Suddenly I was across the threshold with my back to the tree. Like a strong wind Beings were rushing up & out of the rock, pushing up my spine & out of my mouth: ‘Give me passage or give me peace’. The ground spoke like thunder & unlocked in front of me, revealing more Beings seeking utterance; some to entreat, others to impart ‘The Code’. In the dream I understood; but when I woke I was only left with a deep feeling of unease. Later, tears streaming, I tried to relate the dream to my sisters as we cozyed up on my bed, in the growing light.

~Angela Foster

After breakfast Angela happened to open a book she didn’t even remember packing, & out fluttered a note that her 11 year old daughter Penelope had hid there which said: ‘This is your Sol calling’. What a blessing from the future, in that now.

~hag

With this rich, intense morning as our foundation, we packed up & made our way, this time in the light of day, back to the Lorraine Motel, where MLK was murdered on April 4, 1968, at 6:01 p.m. CST.

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~hag

Last night’s eerie feeling moving into a solemn trepidation, we entered the building to find a modern Civil rights museum graphed on to the old motel.

~Photo by Deb Abrahams-Dematte

We lingered in the lobby with a sculpture depicting human beings making their way up the mountain. I noticed that behind it was another metal sculpture housing what was meant to be an eternal flame. But it was unlit; standing there neglected, cold & dark. So the 3 sisters gathered around; sending our collective light into it, feeling our eternal flame spreading out from that place in Memphis TN. enkindling the world. Angela placed a red paper rose petal there, from last year’s AGM in New Orleans, that she was using as a book mark – a token of our collective fire.

~hag

She chose to stay at the periphery, while Deb & I went inside the ‘National Civil Rights Museum’, a renowned educational & cultural institution.

~hag

We made our way thru the interactive exhibits chronicling the American Civil Rights Movement, with compelling presentations of iconic moments, like the video’s of the lunch-counter protests, which were brutal to witness, & a replica of the Greyhound Bus destroyed by white supremacists during the Freedom Rides. It was emotionally charged, to experience five centuries of this dramatic history.

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~hag

We then went across the street to the boarding house where James Earl Ray initially confessed (& later recanted) to shooting King.

Looking for a spot to plant the ‘Soul Soil’ we found a grassy knoll between the motel & the boarding house, a strange oasis, in the line of fire, peppered with beech trees. This berm, out in plain sight, completely open, but unencumbered by people, was a secluded sanctuary.

~Photo by Deb Abrahams-Dematte
~hag

There was one patch of ground, shaped like a heart that was devoid of grass, naked & ready for our offering. I made an invocation & prayer, Angela planted the offering, & we did the Hallelujah right there in the open, feeling completely held.

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In a mood of purposeful completion, we knew our next spot was to be the River. The mighty Mississippi, a few blocks away, called & we came.

~photo Angela Foster

Then it was time for us to make our way to Nashville. We had a date with Athena at the Parthenon.

until soon

~hag

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~Darla Nepth

POD (Poem Of the Day)

~Spirit hands raising me up
From the dead
Weight of sunset
With its ballast of offerings –
The suffering of light
Stars blinking out torch-songs
As my limbs decline
Into the wind whipped fall
Of night.
~hag

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27 November 2019 – “Speaking with the Stars”

 Rudolf Steiner’s Lectures on this day 

 ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

Feast day of Barlaam & Josaphat two legendary Christian martyrs & saints, based on the life of the Gautama Buddha. The tale tells how an Indian king persecuted the Christian Church in his realm. When astrologers predicted that his own son would become Christian, the king imprisoned the young prince Josaphat, who nevertheless met the hermit Saint Barlaam & converted to Christianity. After much tribulation the young prince’s father accepted the true faith, turned over his throne to Josaphat, & retired to the desert to become a hermit. Josaphat himself later abdicated & went into seclusion with his old teacher Barlaam. The tale derives from a second to fourth century Sanskrit Mahayana Buddhist text, via a Manichaean version, the Arabic Kitab Bilawhar wa-Yudasaf (Book of Bilawhar and Yudasaf).

8 BC – Deathday of Horace, the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus; who crafted elegant hexameter verses & caustic iambic poetry. His career coincided with Rome’s momentous change from a republic to an empire. An officer in the republican army, he was befriended by Octavian’s right-hand man in civil affairs, Maecenas, & became a spokesman for the new regime.

511 – Feast Day of Clovis, the first king of the Franks to unite all of the tribes under one ruler, changing the form of leadership from a group of royal chieftains to rule by a single king, ensuring that the kingship was passed down to his heirs. He is considered to have been the founder of the Merovingian dynasty, which ruled the Frankish kingdom for the next two centuries. His name is Germanic, composed of the elements hlod (“fame”) & wig (“combat”), & is the origin of the later French given name Louis, borne by 18 kings of France. Clovis is also significant due to his conversion to Christianity in 496, largely at the behest of his wife, Clotilde, who would later be venerated as a saint for this act, celebrated today in both the Roman Catholic Church & Eastern Orthodox Church. The adoption by Clovis of Catholicism led to widespread conversion among the Frankish peoples, to religious unification across what is now modern-day France, Belgium & Germany, & three centuries later to Charlemagne’s alliance with the Bishop of Rome & in the middle of the 10th century under Otto I the Great to the consequent birth of the early Holy Roman Empire.

784 – Deathday of Vergilius of Salzburg an Irish Bishop & early astronomer.

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1830 – Saint Catherine Labouré reported that the Blessed Mother appeared to her during evening meditations. She displayed herself inside an oval frame, standing upon a globe. She wore many rings set with gems that shone rays of light over the globe. Around the margin of the frame appeared the words Ô Marie, conçue sans péché, priez pour nous qui avons recours à vous (“O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee”). As Catherine watched, the frame seemed to rotate, showing a circle of twelve stars, a large letter M surmounted by a cross, & the stylized Sacred Heart of Jesus crowned with thorns & Immaculate Heart of Mary pierced with a sword. Asked why some of the gems did not shed light, Mary reportedly replied, “Those are the graces for which people forget to ask.” Sister Catherine then heard the Virgin Mary ask her to take these images to her confessor, telling him that they should be put on medallions, & saying “All who wear them will receive great graces.”

The chapel in which Saint Catherine experienced her visions is located at the mother house of the Daughters of Charity in Rue du Bac, Paris. Her incorrupt body is interred in the chapel, which continues to receive daily visits from pilgrims today.

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13 – 14 December 2019

Rudiger Janisch

“The Spiritual Goetheanum, the threefold human being and the threefold social impulse”

Friday 13 December , 7 – 9 pm

Saturday 14 December, 9 am – noon

$50 for the whole Weekend Workshop or pay what you will

at the Rudolf Steiner Branch 4249 N. Lincoln Ave. Chicago, 60618

Rüdiger has been working in Curative Education and teaching in professional training programs in Germany and the United States for over 40 years. A long-time student of anthroposophy, he serves on the Collegium of the School for Spiritual Science in North America. His contributions to adult education methods were recognized in the context of an international research project sponsored by the European Union. He has been a member of the core faculty of a joint ‘Training for Trainers’ program supporting Curative Education and Social Therapy in Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, and Kyrgyzstan. He has also taught as an adjunct faculty member of the M.S. Ed program in Waldorf Remedial Education at Antioch University N.H. Having taught many different aspects of anthroposophy and Curative Education, he currently is focused on action research and the development of artistic and experiential approaches to the spiritual scientific study of the human being.

Fro more info. contact Hazel Archer-Ginsberg

The Kings of Memphis

Part 6: Memphis – The Journey (part 1part 2part 3part 4, part 5)

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~hag

As we drove from the Shoals to Memphis, Deb behind the wheel, the sky stretched out in front of us in a magnificent display of ever changing cloud forms & colors. This twilight show lingered, & we attended every shifting nuance – a lively conversation between human beings, & the elemental world.

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After we made dinner in our Memphis digs, Deb was advocating a trip to the famous Beale Street to check out the local music scene. It was a cold evening & we were waffling. Then Angela read some passages from Orland Bishops book ‘The Seventh Shrine: Meditations on the African Spiritual Journey: From the Middle Passage to the Mountaintop’.

And we got fired up.

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~hag, the ground at the Clyde Shepherd Nature Preserve

In the blank pages in the back of the book Angela had written down a dream she had when she 1st read Orland’s book. It was dated November 10th 2018 & spoke about a tree that had been upended, she was warning people to be careful as the ground was unstable, creating a possible sink hole. When I heard this I got shivers & was reminded of my experience walking in the Clyde Shepherd nature preserve. (see part 3) When I described that strange place, Angela said, O yes, that spot is a dried up reservoir, & it was a good thing I got out of there quickly since the ground was indeed unstable. Then we came to realize that my experience & her dream happened on the same date a year apart!.

~hag

That clinched it, even though it was after 9 pm, the 3 sisters felt called, right then & there, to go out to the Lorraine Motel where MLK was murdered.

~hag

The site was deserted, eerie in the cold moon light. Intellectually we knew it had been converted into the Civil Rights Museum, but it was hard to fathom. Standing there in front of the facade of this perfectly preserved 50’s style motel, we felt like we had gone back in time. We prayerfully circumambulated, paying homage, & looking for a spot to gather a bit of earth to add to Angela’s ‘Soul Soil’.

~Steven Simon

There is a feeling that this place is a like a vortex, a portal leading into the inner layers of the earth, where the blood of MLK is mixing with the blood of Christ, feeding the seed that will allow the earth to become a Sun.

~hag

It was all too much.

~Photo by Angela Foster

We got back into big Daddy Howell’s truck & drove to Beale Street. We could hear the music ebbing from the neon bedecked clubs calling folks to come dance. But we were the only ones out & about. We asked a local what was up & he said Memphis folks don’t come out when it’s cold.

~hag

So we had Bright Beale Street practically all to ourselves. We walked around listening to the music pouring into the street trying to decide where to go. A friendly hawker enticed in where a local band was in full swing.

~Photo by Angela Foster

It turned out to be a place owned by the famous wrestler Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler. And the band on stage was called ‘The Memphis Kings’. Ha! We knew we were in the right place. We danced & enjoyed the easy warmth of the atmosphere. When the set was done, a gentleman came up & called us the ‘Solid Gold Dancers’.  We took that warmth into the night.  

~photo by Angela Foster

We continue the Journey Tomorrow in the cold light of day

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POD (Poem Of the Day)

My soul is cupped in the hands of a beggar
Shivering on the street
Held in the dark mouth of a small bird
The shell unbroken,
The heavy yolk floating…
Memories leak through letters bold & sleek.
Adjusting the dials
I swirl in the mind of the mountain
A labyrinth among spiced nectar & bees wax
Savoring the deep dark of the growing New
~hag

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~Darla Blende

26 November 2019 – “Speaking with the Stars”: New Moon, exact at 9:06 am CST.

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The bowl of the Little Dipper is descending in the evening at this time of year, by about 10 pm CST. it hangs straight down below Polaris.

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The Andromeda Galaxy & the Perseus Double Cluster are cozying up, high toward the east early these evenings, to the right of Cassiopeia .

Rudolf Steiner’s Lectures on this day 

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13 – 14 December 2019

Rudiger Janisch

“The Spiritual Goetheanum, the threefold human being and the threefold social impulse”

Friday 13 December , 7 – 9 pm

Saturday 14 December, 9 am – noon

$50 for the whole Weekend Workshop or pay what you will

at the Rudolf Steiner Branch 4249 N. Lincoln Ave. Chicago, 60618

Rüdiger has been working in Curative Education and teaching in professional training programs in Germany and the United States for over 40 years. A long-time student of anthroposophy, he serves on the Collegium of the School for Spiritual Science in North America. His contributions to adult education methods were recognized in the context of an international research project sponsored by the European Union. He has been a member of the core faculty of a joint ‘Training for Trainers’ program supporting Curative Education and Social Therapy in Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, and Kyrgyzstan. He has also taught as an adjunct faculty member of the M.S. Ed program in Waldorf Remedial Education at Antioch University N.H. Having taught many different aspects of anthroposophy and Curative Education, he currently is focused on action research and the development of artistic and experiential approaches to the spiritual scientific study of the human being.

Fro more info. contact Hazel Archer-Ginsberg

Shoals

Part 5: Helen Keller & Muscle Shoals – The Journey (part 1part 2part 3, part 4)

The next morning 11/14/19, I woke before dawn, my usual morning headache, worse than most days. Was I feeling the weight of the ‘Trail of Tears’, a constant underlying strain in the symphony of living waters – a true counterpoise to the joyful music of the likes of Etta James & the Swampers?

Was that my mother Betty Mae hanging at the edge of my dreamscape, or maybe it was Columbia, the Spirit of America, calling from the heights & the depths? I can’t quite remember. I got up & did my eurythmy, Chi Gong & morning meditation with the waning moon shining in the west.

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~hag

In the light of day, Deb went out for a morning walk with the aim of finding the water’s edge. She returned having triumphantly reached her goal, hungry as an hawk. After coffee Angela set up an altar with her potent ‘Soul Soil’- potentized samples from various sacred sites that she has collected since 2013. (read about her adventures here) We circled up, did a check-in, invoked the Spirit of place, the Being of Columbia, & Anthroposophia; said the Foundation Stone Meditation & did the Hallelujah in eurythmy.

~hag

Then we packed up, drove out of the Liberty Bell, & made our way, 1st to Ivy Green, the birthplace of Helen Keller, not far, in Tuscumbia, Alabama.

~hag

The stories from the docent, & the feeling of being in the home of this amazing human being & the women who dedicated their lives working with her, was uplifting & humbly awe inspiring.

~hag

Standing at the water pump where Helen had her break thru in understanding language was very powerful – This connection with the spirit of water speaking clearly & living strongly in us.

~hag

I was fascinated by what they called the ‘Moon Tree’ stretching up to the slow moving clouds, throwing a blanket of pine needles on the hallowed grounds. Was it really grown from a seed that went into outerspace?

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Also on the property is the Lions Club of America, a sort of Masonic lodge. In 1925, Helen attended the Lions Club International convention & challenged the organization to “become the knights to the blind in the crusade against darkness.” Ever since, they have played a key role in service to the visually impaired. They commissioned this statue carved from the local white marble. We marveled at this image of Helen’s open throat chakra!

~hag

From there it was a hop skip & a jump to the famous ‘Fame Studios’ in Muscle Shoals, where music runs through the hills, the river, & the spirit of the people. It is a place where, even before the Civil Rights Movement really took shape, the color of your skin didn’t matter inside the studio.

~Photo by Angela Foster, a nod to EB’s General Store!

Angela & Deb had lunch in a local eatery where the helpful inn keepers name was ‘Groovy’. I took a walk, feeling the need to listen for the song of the river.

~hag

Together we walked the banks of the Tennessee River, giving homage to the spirit of the water.

~hag

Next to the Singing River we did the Hallelujah in a stunning pine grove before we made our way to Memphis…

Tomorrow we explore our meeting with the Kings of Memphis…

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~William Blake

POD (Poem Of the Day)

~And then 1 day it happens
The pattern breaks
A healing happens
Just when you think
The pain is fathomless, swallowing all the light
A crack in the sheen of obsidian
Opens the hollow inside
Allowing a trace of fresh born stars
To trail over tears
& apply hope to the color palate of the future
~hag

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~William Eckhardt Kohler.

Rudolf Steiner’s Lectures on this day