In sublime and ineffable ecstasy Goethe proclaimed his Divine Mother Kundalini to be the authentic liberator.
Raise your eyes towards the gaze of the savior.
Goethe
All you repentant, tender souls,
So as to be transformed, full of gratitude for a fortunate destiny.
That each purified sense be ready for its service.
Virgin, Mother, Queen, Goddess,
Be propitious!
Goethe knew well that without the aid of DEVI KUNDALINI, the Igneous Serpent of our magic powers, the elimination of the animal EGO would be more than impossible. Unquestionably, Goethe’s well known love affairs, excluding, naturally, that sustained with Christiane Vulpius, were without any exception more of an erotic than a sexual nature .
Waldemar says: “We do not believe that we claim too much by saying that for Goethe the enjoyment of the fantasy was elementary in his relationships with women. He strove to perceive the sensation of enthusiastic consolation, in a word, the stimulating element of the Muse in woman which inflamed the spirit and heart and which by no means secured for him physical satisfaction.
“The impassioned infatuation that he had for Charlotte Buff, Lili or Friederike Brion could not correspondingly propagate the total situation to sex.
“Many literary stories have attempted to clearly and simply explain the point to which Goethe’s relationship with Fran Von Stein reached. The examined facts support the idea that this relationship was an ideal correspondence.
“That Goethe did not live, as is known, in complete sexual abstinence in Italy, and that after his return home he immediately committed himself in a bond with Christinane Vulpius, who never refused him anything, allows the conclusion that previously he must have lacked something.
“Undoubtedly,” Waldemar continues, “Goethe loved most passionately when he was separated from the object of his desire; only in reflection did his love take shape and fill him with ardor.
“Invariably, when he allowed his heart’s effusiveness for Von Stein to pour out from his quill, he was really close to her… much nearer than he could ever physically be.”
Herman Grimm states with reason: “We have seen how his relationship with Lotter Von
Stein is only understandable when we refer all his passion to the time he is not with her.” It is not superfluous in this chapter to emphasize the idea that Goethe loathed the coitus of fornicators: Omni Animal Post Coitum Triste (All animals are sad after ejaculation):
“Are you bringing to my love an unhappy enjoyment?
Take away the desire of many songs, Turn, take again the brief pleasure,
Take away and give to the sorry breast, to the eternal sad bosom, something better.”
“Let the poet now speak! Let him say what he feels! In truth and in poetry he writes: “I rarely go out, but our letters – referring to Friederike – were exchanged all the more intensely. I was kept in touch with her circumstances, so as to possess the present in such a way that I held before my Soul her worthiness with affection and passion.
“Absence freed me and my inclination only flourished as it should in conversation at a distance. In those moments I could really let myself be dazzled by the future.”
In his poem Happiness in absence he clearly expresses his propensity for metaphysical eroticism.
“Sip, oh youth, of the flower’s sacred joy throughout the day in the eyes of the beloved! Yet ever this joy is greater than anything when remote from the object of love.
Nowhere can I forget her, Yet, I sit peacefully at the table with a gay spirit and in total freedom.
And the imperceptible delusion that makes love revered and transforms desire into illusion.”
Waldemar commented saying: “The poet was not at all interested – and this should be noted in Fran Von Stein as she really was, only in how he saw her through the pressure of his own creative heart.
“His metaphysical yearning for the “eternal female” was projected in such a manner onto
Charlotte that he saw in her the Mother, his beloved one; in a word, the Universal principle or, better expressed, the characteristic idea of Eve. In 1775 he wrote: ‘It would be a magnificent spectacle to see how the Universe reflected in this soul. She sees the Universe as it is and certainly through love.’
“As long as Goethe could poeticize the girl he loved, or create the ideal entity which corresponded to his flight of fantasy, he was faithful and devoted; but inasmuch as the process of this poetization became weakened either through his own fault or that of the other person, he would withdraw. Invariably he would obtain his erotic-poetical sensations up to the moment in which the situation threatened to become serious, then he would place himself out of danger, in the Patbos of distance.”
Permit us the freedom of dissension with Goethe on this thorny point in his doctrine.
To love someone from a distance, promise much and afterwards forget, to us seems very cruel; at the bottom of this lies moral deception…
Instead of stabbing adoring hearts, it is better to practice SAHAJA MAITHUNA with a priestess wife, love her and remain faithful throughout life.
This man comprehended the transcendental aspect of sex, but missed the most subtle point, this is why he did not achieve INNER SELF-REALIZATION…
Goethe worshipping his Divine Mother KUNDALINI, filled with ecstasy, exclaims:
“Virgin, pure in the most noble sense, mother worthy of veneration,
Queen elected by ourselves and of equal position to the Gods…!”
Eager to die within himself in the here and now during chemical coitus, wishing to destroy
Mephistopheles he exclaims:
“Arrows, pierce me; spears, conquer me; maces, strike me.
Everything disappear, vanish all.
Shine the everlasting star, source of eternal love.”
Without question this Inspired Bard possessed marvelous intuition; if he had rediscovered himself exclusively in one woman; if he had found in her the secret Path; if he had worked with her throughout his life in the “NINTH SPHERE”, obviously he would have attained final liberation.
In his “Faust”, he unfolds Faith with great precision and the possibility of the elevation of the liberated “Golden Embryo” to a “Super-Soul” (The Superior Manas of Theosophy).
When this happens, the aforementioned theosophical principle penetrates us and fusing with the GOLDEN EMBRYO, passes through extraordinary inner transformations, it is then said of us that we are men with Soul.
At this stage we reach Mastery, Adepthood, and become active members of the Occult Brotherhood.
This does not signify perfection in the fullest sense of the word. The Divine and humans know well how difficult it is to reach Perfection in Mastery.
While on this subject it is imperative to know that such Perfection can only result after fulfilling profound esoteric tasks in the worlds of the Moon, Mercury, Venus, Sun, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune.
At any rate, the incarnation of the Human Soul or third aspect of the Hindustani Trimurti, known as Atman-Buddhi-Manas in us, and its combining with the Golden Embryo, is an extraordinary cosmic event that radically transforms us.
The incarnation of the Superior Mannas within us does not imply the entrance of Atman and Buddhic principles into our organism. This last matter concerns the subsequent work about which we shall talk in depth in our future book entitled THE THREE MOUNTAINS.
After this small digression from the subject essential to the matter in hand, we continue with the following tale:
Long ago, something unusual and unwonted happened to me along the path of life. One night whilst involved in very interesting esoteric work out of my physical body, with the EIDOLON, I approached the gigantic city of London.
I remember clearly passing a certain place in that metropolis, I perceived with mystical amazement the radiant yellow aura of a certain intelligent young man standing at a corner.
Entering a very smart cafe in the metropolis and sitting at a table I remarked on the afore mentioned event to a rather aged person who was slowly savoring the delicious contents of a cup of some Arabic drink.
Suddenly something unexpected happened, a person approached and sat next to us; by carefully observing him I established with great astonishment that it was the same youth with the shining yellow aura, who moments before had surprised me.
After the usual introductions I became aware that this person was no less than the one who in life had written “Faust”, I refer to Goethe.
In the astral world wonderful events happen, extraordinary marvels. It is not strange to meet disincarnate people there, personages like Victor Hugo, Plato, Socrates, Danton, Moliere, etc.
And so, clothed in the EIDOLON I wanted to talk with Goethe outside London, by the shore of the vast sea, I invited him and obviously he would not decline such an invitation. Talking together on the coast of that great Island Britain where the English capital is situated, we could see some mental waves of a blood red color floating towards us upon the stormy ocean.
I had to explain to that young man with the radiant aura, that the said mental forms were coming from a certain lady in Latin America, who desired me sexually. This caused us a certain trace of sadness.
The stars glittered in infinite space, and roaring terrifyingly the furious waves incessantly pounded the sandy shore.
Talking, on the steep cliffs by the sea, he and I exchanged ideas, I resolved to ask the following question in a direct manner, as one would say here in the physical world: “Have you got a new physical body now?” The reply was affirmative. “Is your present vehicle masculine or feminine?” He then answered, “My present body is feminine.” “In which country are you reincarnated?” “In Holland.” “Do you love anyone?” “Yes,” he answered, “I love a Dutch prince and I am thinking of marrying him at a certain date.” (The reader should excuse us for not mentioning the date).
“I thought that your love would be strictly universal,” I said, “love of the rocks, the mountains, the rivers, the seas, and the bird which flies and the fish that glides through deep waters.” “Is not human love a spark of divine love?” This kind of questioning reply from the one who in his past reincarnation was called Goethe, certainly left me overwhelmed, perplexed, amazed. Undoubtedly, the distinguished poet had told me something irrefutable, incontrovertible and correct.
Samael Aun Weor
