And all these folk, why do I find them here Within thy darksome realm?
'Tis but as souls That they are in this place: they do not know Aught of themselves when here, since in their homes Sunk now in deepest sleep they would be found. But here quite clearly all will be revealed That lives within their souls, though they would scarce On waking think such thoughts could be their own. So too, they cannot hear us when we speak.
The soul should not in blind devotion think That it can raise itself in haughty pride Up to the light, or that it can unfold Unto its full extent its own true self. I will but recognize what I do know.
And dost not know how bluntly thou dost lead In haughty pride thyself into the dark. She too will serve thee, Strader, in the work That thou hast wrung so boldly from my powers. She doth not need for that the spirit-faith Which seems so ill-accorded with her pride.
Entrancing are indeed these mystic paths; Nor will I henceforth fail in diligence, But give myself completely to the lore That I can gather from the Temple's words.
The impulse after truth within my soul Is drawing me toward the spirit-light; The noble teaching which now shines so clear In human life, will surely find that I Am the best pupil that it ever had.
I ever have been deeply moved by all That hath revealed itself from many a source Of noble mystic spirit-treasuries. With all my heart would I yet further strive.
Such men mean well: yet doth their striving stay But in the upper layers of their souls. And so can I make use for many years Of all these mighty treasures which lie hid Unconsciously within their spirits' depths. They too seem useful to my constant aim That Strader's work in mankind's life on earth Shall with proud brilliance unfold itself.
A healthy view of life will of itself Bring to the soul the fruits of spirit-realms When men join reverence for the universe To a clear view of sense-reality.
She speaks in dreams of this reality; She'll dream so much the better when she wakes. Yet she will be of little service now. Perchance in her next life she'll help me more, For then she will appear as occultist And as need may arise will teach mankind About their life since first the Earth began. And yet she scarce will treasure truth aright; In former lives she oft did Strader chide And now she praiseth him: so doth she change, And Lucifer will be more glad of her.