AN INCONCEIVABLY LONG time ago, a great train of bright little flames
went forth from their Eternal Home, where a delicate breath of spring had
only just awakened them out of a deep sleep. Many a luminous hand was
raised in blessing, as though in a last greeting, and loving, kindly glances
followed after them.
The bells of Paradise were ringing as they departed, and even at the
last moment they caught this silver-clear tone, and cherished it deep in
their young hearts.
Then the little points, whirling merrily, sank into the world-embracing
The time came when these delicate little flames had blossomed forth
in purity into human spirits, and in the blossoming there mingled a faint
note from far, faraway lands, which touched the strings of their hearts like
gentle hands, awakening that tone which had sounded so beautiful to
them as they departed, and which they had quietly received into their
Then they were seized by a vehement urge; for they knew the sweet
sound of home, and soon their strings resounded more fully, and their
song grew into a melody filled with longing.
That was the time when planet earth still revolved in luminous orbits,
and when fresh heavenly dew fell on it each day.
Then came a day when that longing-filled ringing became fainter,
weaker. Discords were heard. At first here and there, and then they filled
the Universe. Alarmingly the Jubilation of the voices faded, soon the great
chorus had fallen silent. No echo could be heard any longer in the Dome
of Heaven. The holy singing of earthmen had died away. -
Man had voluntarily created for himself a very effective trap. Following
the urge for development, he descended from Paradise into the material
substance of Subsequent Creation, but he forgot his origin and was
caught in the World of Matter. Thus he could no longer make anything of
the urging and exhorting within his heart.
In place of the longing, the yearning for Truth and Eternal Life, the
greater part of mankind put the craving for earthly things, the desire for
pleasures of the lowest kind. When for once the Heavenly did knock
warningly under a dense cover, they sought to drown it in the earthly.
One frenzy after another seized the human spirit. Had some poison
paralyzed it that it could so forget the song of its Spiritual Home? Was it
no longer able to recall that wondrous sound, which so strangely makes
the heart tremble in secret joy?
When people far from their earthly homeland meet with others of
their countrymen, the joy of seeing each other again is often endless, and
they are proud of their earthly country. But do they then no longer know
that they call yet another Homeland their own, one much more beautiful,
much more flourishing? Why do they never speak of this, their original
Home, Paradise, why do they not rejoice together over it when they meet
down here on the earth-plane during their long journey through the
Has then the sublime song of Heaven grown so completely silent in
the hearts of men? Does not its melody after all still secretly sing and ring,
where seeking men on their long journey truly long for it?
The yearning that slumbers in the core of the soul is only veiled.
Does man not mark how the unquenched longing is constantly knocking
and exhorting, when he sets out on his travels, when he wishes to journey
through the lands, across the seas, when he climbs the mountain peaks,
or when inexplicable restlessness comes over him in the hurly-burly of
If he bursts these coverings with the purity of true yearning, then he
is instantly connected with the eternal power of the spirit. On the path of
this connection happiness quietly comes to him, a new great hope dawns
in his heart.
He who can constantly keep the connection here on earth has succeeded
in mastering life; he is gripped by the great love which is always
anxious that his fellow-man should also find the impetus upwards to the
But he who seeks the true yearning seeks also atonement, the liberation
of himself from all the guilt of past earth-lives. He therewith obliterates
the traces of wrong paths which he had followed, and achieves already
on earth a high degree of spiritual consciousness.
Thus man will then be firmly anchored in earth-life, and yet able to
draw from the full Fount of Heaven. And the more he draws, the more
alive becomes that healthy idealism which, within natural limitations,
always creates lasting spiritual values, thus building a golden ladder upon
which his spirit may finally enter Paradise.
What a miracle will then take place! Unconscious little spirit-sparks
went forth from Paradise, and they will return as self-conscious personalities.
They had already been in the Kingdom of God before, and yet
they can see and experience it only after they have allowed their longing
for the complete understanding of the Laws of Creation to mature far
from home - after there had been bestowed upon them, along with the
attainment of full consciousness, the simultaneous knowledge that they
are allowed to exist eternally.
Do you hear how an invisible hand glides over the golden strings of
the Heavenly Harp, and how more and more loudly it rings and sings the
pure, sublime melody, so that the sound may awaken the longing of your
spirit, and blessed recollections rise up from the depths? Once more you
can so fan your yearning with it that it may burst into flame, scorching
everything base that holds you down, and luminous rays may strike your
Then after a long, long time the gates of the Blessed Lands from
which you once, slumbering, took the first step will be opened again. You
will return on that path by which those human spirits may come who did not forget that bell-clear Heavenly Song, and let its last note, which they
caught even as they were departing, resound in a jubilant chord.
Therefore make room within yourselves for the true longing, and
free yourselves from all petty considerations. May what is great and pure
be your wish and goal eternally!