FAIRY TALES OPERA CYCLE |
PETER HUEBNER · THE ISLAND OF HAPPINESS |
The Ancient Star Path of Our Ancestors to Cosmic Power |
The Island of Happiness | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The
Ring of Power Over the Fires |
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In the meantime Mani and Sol had reached the next ring with even more finely piled sacrificial fires, which again were each surrounded by six boys and girls in splendid clothes. These also sang towards the world-ocean, yet their songs sounded more passionate than the tunes of the previous groups and moved Mani's heart even more. “These singers are trained as collective warriors with the forces
of fire,” explained Sol. “The mighty singers achieve that the glows nestle softly and warmth-giving against the waves of the waters, providing them with just the mild warmth, which they need to melt the icy masses.” “Mastering the fire is a high art in the family of man, because
too much of air - applied to the glow of the feeling - creates parching
excitement of emotions and lets them easily flare up into burning hate. “Being ordered by their master, and for their own practice, the
singers assembled here in the third ring summon the high-flaring flames
of the heated minds from the world of man here, to the waves of the
world ocean, and thus provide the uncurbed fires of temperament with
the cold they need lest they scorch or even burn the beings of the world. “Do you notice, how clear the colours and shapes now show in the waves of the ocean?” Sol asked his sister. ”These are the images, which the cooled glow sends to the singers as a grateful salute; the eye feasts on this clarity of forms, which is due to the scorching heat being alleviated.” Never before had Mani seen such a varied display of forms and colours, except maybe in that fullmoon night, when the daughter of the sun had sung her lovely song to her, and a tender, delicately fragrant sea of blooms of cognizant blissfulness had unfolded between her mental coolness and her glowful warming heart. |
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