FAIRY TALES OPERA CYCLE |
PETER HUEBNER · THE ISLAND OF HAPPINESS |
The Ancient Star Path of Our Ancestors to Cosmic Power |
The Middle Ring of Cognition in the Light of the Sun | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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“The soldier was completely devoid of understanding as to the aggressive plans of his king, as if the soldier had come suddenly from a very different world and could not and wanted not to adapt - was it not after all the easiest thing in the world to keep peace with someone and to chat with him merrily? “There
are enough beautiful things in the world and between man. Why make war
with oneis friends; this is truly no uplifting idea!” “Yet Helgi could not give up; again and again he tried his persuasion - harsh words did not help at all - with explanations: no one cared, his words were obviously not inspiring and positive enough - and with supplication: now at least everyone felt pity with their confused king. “Finally Helgi insisted in his office of a king and the legitimacy of his power, and his soldiers looked at him in disbelief, ”Every man is a king, this is the truth,” they all answered, ”arenit you a king too that you have doubt?” “In the meantime Savala, with her supernormal powers, brought forth one more group of golden soldiers, with a silvery-white glory around their head - armed with golden shields and golden spears, shining like the sun in the sky. “And when Helgi implored his soldiers to at least have a look at these warriors, even if they did not think of fighting them, first some of his soldiers, and then gradually the whole army, started to look at the golden, shining heroes. And
they could not turn their beaming eyes anymore from these sun-like men,
and their king could not approach them anymore, because all the time
they kept, full of bliss, their eyes on these mighty heroes in the golden
armour and the silver-white glory. “Then
the one hundred and eight sons - with all their abilities and with bright
senses and crystal-clear faculty of cognition - rushed to Sehermund. “When Helgi saw his sons thus raised from the class of warriors, he was deeply ashamed; absorbed in thought he returned to his capital and raised the only son, that still belonged to the class of warriors, to the throne. This son had stayed behind to run the affairs of the king's government as long as his father and his brothers were away. “Then
Helgi went to the mountains and began to perform great personal sacrifices
in order to ask his ancestor Uller to grant him a boon. “Equipped
with these supernormal weapons, Helgi attacked Sehermundis hermitage
again. But
Sehermund caught the arrows, which turned into splendid flowers right
before him, playfully with his hand and arranged them into a beautiful,
colourful bouquet. “Shame over the power of the warriors, kings and heroes! Somehow I have to obtain wisdom!” called Helgi so that everyone in the world could hear it. |
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