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Uncovering the Secret of “THE M”: The Adept Behind the Western Tradition
by Richard Cloud
Mystica Aeterna, the Rosicrucian Tradition Website
July 7, 2017

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Capesius (arriving, approaches her):
I know an old friend will not ask in vain
For leave to stay and rest awhile with thee
Since now, e'en more than any former time,
He needs what in thine house so oft he found.

Felicia:
When thou wast still far off, thy wearied step
Told me the tale which now thine eyes repeat;
That sorrow dwelleth in thy soul today.

Capesius (who has seated himself):
Even of onetime 'twas not granted me
To bring much merriment into thy home;
But special patience must I crave today
When, heavy-hearted and of peace bereft,
I force my way unto the home of peace.

Felicia:
We were right glad to see thee in the days
When scarce another man came near this house,
And thou art still our friend, despite events
That came between us, e'en though many now
Are glad to seek us in this lonely glade.

Capesius:
The tale is true then which hath reached mine ears,
That thy dear Felix, so reserved of yore,
Is nowadays a man much visited?

Felicia:
'Tis so; good Felix used to shut us off
From everyone —; but now the people throng
To question him, and he must answer them.
His duty bids him lead this novel life.
In former days he cared not to impart,
Save to his inner self, the secret lore
Concerning spirit-deeds and nature's powers
By rock and forest unto him revealed.
Nor did men seem to value it before.
How great a change hath now come o'er the times!
To many men lending a willing ear
To what they counted folly in the past,
Greedy for wisdom, Felix can reveal.
And when my dear good husband has to talk

(Felix Balde comes out of the house.)

Hour upon hour on end, as oft he doth,
I long for those old days of which I spake.
How oft would Felix earnestly declare
That in the quiet heart enshrined, the soul
Must learn to treasure up the spirit-gifts
From worlds divine in mercy sent to her.
He held it treachery to that high speech
Of spirit, to reveal it to an ear
That was but open to the world of sense.

Felix:
Felicia cannot reconcile herself
To this much altered fashion of our life.
As she regrets the loneliness of old,
So she deplores the many days that pass
In which we have but few hours for ourselves.

Capesius:
What made thee strangers welcome to a house
That shut them out so sternly heretofore?

Felix:
The spirit-voice which speaks within my heart
Bade me of yore be silent; I obeyed.
Now that it bids me speak I show myself
Equally faithful unto its command.
Our human nature undergoes a change
As earth's existence gradually evolves.
Now are we very near an epoch's close;
And spirit-knowledge therefore must in part
Be now revealed unto every man
Who chooseth to receive it to himself.
I know how little what I have to tell
Is in agreement with man's current thought;
The spirit-life, they say, must be made known,
In strict and logical thought sequences,
And men deny all logic to my words.
True science on a firm foundation based,
Cannot, they say, regard me otherwise
Than as a visionary soul who seeks
A solitary road to wisdom's seat,
And knows no more of science than of art.
Yet not a few declare it worth their while
The tangle of my language to explore,
Because therein from time to time is found
Something of worth, to reason not opposed.
I am a man into whose heart must flow,
Untouched by art, each vision he may see.
Nought know I of a knowledge lacking words.
When I retreat within mine inmost heart
And also when I list to nature's voice,
Then such a knowledge wakes to life in me
As hath no need to seek for any words;
Speech is to it as intimately linked
As is his body's sheath to man on earth;
And knowledge such as this, which in this wise
Reveals itself to us from spirit-worlds,
Can be of service even unto those
Who understand it not. And so it is
That every man is free to come to me
Who will attend to what I have to say.
Many are led by curiosity
And other trivial reasons to my door.
I know that this is so, but also know
That though the souls of just such men as these
Are not this moment living for the light,
Yet in them have been planted seeds of good
Which will not fail to ripen in due time.

Capesius:
Let me, I pray thee, freely speak my mind.
I have admired thee now these many years;
Yet up till now I have not grasped the sense
Which underlies thy strange mysterious words.

Felix:
It surely will unfold itself to thee;
For with a lofty spirit dost thou strive —
And noble heart, and so the time must come
When thou thyself shalt hear the voice of truth.
Thou dost not mark how full of rich content
Man, as the image of the cosmos, is:
His head doth mirror heaven's very self:
The spirits of the spheres work through his limbs
And in his breast earth-beings hold their sway.
To all of these opposed, in all their might
Appear the demons, natives of the Moon,
Whose lot it is to cross those beings' aims.
The human form as it before us stands,
The soul through which we live and feel and strive,
The spirit that illuminates our path:
All these, full many gods have worked to mould
Throughout the ages of eternity;
And this their purpose was: to join in one,
Forces proceeding out of all the worlds
Which should, in combination, make mankind.

-- Scene 5, The Soul's Probation, by Rudolf Steiner


Much speculation has gone into uncovering the real identity of Steiner’s M. According to one Rosicrucian Order in Germany, they know the identity of this unnamed ‘Master.’

Why is this so significant? According to Steiner’s teachings ‘the M’ must have been the present day incarnation of Christian Rosenkreutz during that time. Here I reveal the name of this person and share the journey of what I found. These discoveries were surprising to say the least.

Firstly, it must be said we’ll draw upon published materials to evaluate this claim. Anyone can cross reference these statements and look at the facts. As a student of Rudolf Steiner I have always been fascinated by the identity of who the Master was and wanted to know more. My research here in no way attempts to diminish the work of Dr. Steiner. On the contrary, it is my love for this great teacher of humanity that caused me to undertake this attempt at clarification.

In 1907 Rudolf Steiner wrote a brief autobiographical sketch known as the “Barr Document”. In this famous document Steiner mentions his first meeting with “the M”. Since that time speculation has swirled around the identity of this individual, and no wonder. Unlike other Rosicrucian founders like Harvey Spencer Lewis or Max Heindel, who made claims of inheriting the Rosicrucian tradition, followers of Anthrosophy actually believe Steiner encountered C.R.C face to face!

Steiner himself never identified this person. He wrote and spoke extensively on the legend of Christian Rosenkreutz but never again specifically addressed the M. We know only that an agent of the M met and befriended the young Steiner before their physical meeting could occur. He says, “I did not meet the M. immediately, but first an emissary who was completely initiated into the secrets of plants and their effects, and into their connection with the cosmos and human nature.” [1]

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FELIX KOGUZKI

Due to the inestimable work of Emil Bock it has been determined with certainty that the identity of this messenger of the M was a Swabian herb gatherer by the name of Felix Koguzki (1833-1909).

This humble gatherer of medicinal herbs from Vienna played such a significant role in Steiner’s life that he was later immortalized by Steiner in the four Mystery Plays as the character “Felix Balde”. What relation did Koguzki have to the M? There is a clue hidden in the description of him being “initiated into the secrets of plants and their effects, and into their connection with the cosmos and human nature.” This is important, as you’ll see below.

In considering the identity of the M we must bear in mind what Steiner said about the timing of such things: “The temptation for people to fanatically idealize a person bearing such authority is too great, which is the worst thing that can happen – it would be too much like idolatry. This silence, however, is essential if we wish not only to avoid the egoistic temptations of ambition and pride (which we could probably overcome), but above all to avoid the occult, astral attacks that would be directed constantly at an individual of that level. That is why it is essential that a fact such as this not be mentioned until after a hundred years.” [2]

Steiner believed CRC to be physically incarnated during his time[3] and that the identity of this individual can only become known after a hundred years have passed, which places us precisely within the time frame wherein his identity may be publicly stated.

Upon sharing these thoughts with a friend, he informed me of an oral tradition kept among a small Pansophic Circle still active in Germany which knew the name of the Elder Brother of Rudolf Steiner. He deferred to his own initiator, who approved the sharing of this name. The timing was uncanny.

My friend then told me that Alois Mailander was ‘not only the Elder Brother of Steiner but was known as “THE Elder Brother” during that time,’ most recognizing him as the Great Adept.[4]

It caught my curiosity so I decided to look further into it, not knowing what I’d find.

It turns out: I did actually find reference to:

1. Alois Mailander being called ‘the M’ in that period.
2. An extremely strong indication that he was in fact C.R.C returned.

Everything hereafter is my own research, found after the lead was provided by my friend.

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ALOIS MAILANDER

Alois Mailander (1843-1905) was an illiterate factory worker from the turn of the 19th century in Kempton. Yet despite his inability to read, not only was he Lionized in Kempten but many flocked from all around to hear his Bohemian sermons, said to have been given in the form of Christian-Sophianic mysticism. What’s more, he taught ‘Kerning exercises, by which Mailander was able to communicate with animals.’[5]

His own mentor was a Rosicrucian named Prestel which we’ll get to later.

An easy Wikipedia search showed that many leading occultists and theosophists made pilgrimages to Mailander and his Circle of Pansophists, known as the “Association of Promise” which he later opened in Dreieichenhain near Frankfurt.[6]

Among the most well known members are Gustav Meyrink, Franz Hartmann, Wilhelm Hübbe-Schleiden, Franz Gustav Gebhard, and Karl Weinfurter. Many powerful influences came from Mailander. Could this be the source for the occult revival?

Even Madam Helena Blavatsky once said of Mailander ‘that there was only one initiate in Germany and that he lived in Kempten, but that he did not belong to her school.’ [7] According to Willy Schroedter, however, Madame Blavatsky did in fact belong to Mailander’s school.[8] Steiner actually stated it was Blavatsky who broke away from the Rosicrucian Master she was associated with.[9]

One has to ask, how is it possible that Blavatsky proclaimed such high praise for the ‘only one initiate in Germany’ and yet Steiner remained entirely silent? This was despite the fact Steiner’s own friends were studying with Mailander. This silence in itself speaks in volumes unless Steiner referred to Alois Mailander in some other way or as another name? In fact, it seems he did –

Mailander was also known as “Brother John” among the initiates of the Pansophic Circle. It was believed John the Evangelist spoke through him, or more precisely, that ‘he spoke as John.’ [10] But why is this so important? Some of you will immediately know.

Students of Anthroposophy are well aware that Rudolf Steiner taught that Lazarus and John were the same individual and that he has incarnated continually throughout history. One of the most significant of his incarnations occurred when John incarnated as Christian Rosenkreutz in the 14th century.[11]

This connection is so important I’ve provided the original quote here:

“Sie sind die Überzeugung, das durch Mailänder von Zeit zu Zeit Johannes selbst spräche. Mailänder Können den Zustand bewusst herbeiführen. Er wurde, Bruder Johannes ‘genannt.” [Google translate: They are convinced that from time to time Johannes himself speaks through Milanese. Milanese can consciously bring about the state. He was called Brother Johannes.](See Friedrich Eckstein als Okkultist; Rolf Speckner).[12]/[13]


This startling bit of information immediately brought to mind the Barr Document and Steiner’s meeting with “the M”. If Mailander was known as “The Elder Brother” and “Brother John” among the Pansophists, is it possible that Steiner’s “M” stood in fact for Mailander?

Actually, I found proof of this. However naming him ‘the M’ was only natural. His own initiator Prestel was also called ‘the P’ by the Pansophists.[14] ‘The M’ only shows continuation of that tradition.

But before providing the final nail in the coffin let’s examine a few curious threads that connect Steiner and Mailander for those who want to know the full story.

First, there is Felix Koguzki, the messenger of the M. We know Koguzki was especially interested in the writings of the German mystic Joseph Ennemoser. He was a physician and mystic from south Tyrol, and an advocate of Franz Anton Mesmer’s animal magnetism. Steiner tells us Ennemoser was Koguzki’s “dearest reading”.[15] The fact that Ennemoser was from south Tyrol gains significance when we learn that Anna Mailander (Alois Mailander’s mother) is from the very same province.[16]

As mentioned, Steiner depicts Koguzki as knowing the secrets of plants. This would make sense because in Mailander’s circle there was a teaching known as “Formenlehre” (Morphology), which was a doctrine of forms wherein “each letter of the alphabet, plant, or animal had a certain symbolic value” and has been described as “a kind of primitive derivation of Jakob Bohme’s theosophy.” [17]

Yet another link between Rudolf Steiner and Alois Mailander is the teaching that Christ’s return would occur etherically and not physically. Mailander-John’s letters (usually dictated by him to followers) are full of reverence for the Christ and speak often of his return being an etheric manifestation.[18]

This delicate connection continues to strengthen when we learn of other known occultists who were intimately familiar with both Steiner and Mailander at the same time. One such person was Friedrich Eckstein. Steiner once wrote to Eckstein that there were two events in his life that “I counted so very much to be the most important of my existence, and I would be completely different if they had not entered. I must be silent about the one, but the other is the fact that I got to know you. What you are to me, you know better than I do myself; but I know I must thank you infinitely.”[19]

The essential key here is that Eckstein was in fact Mailander’s own student.[20]/[21] We have to question, was the other great event of Steiner’s life the meeting of CRC in Mailander?

The exercises taught by Mailander from the Kerning operations actually provide a source for Steiner’s own occult practices. Mailander prescribed exercises using formulations of the word IAO with other letters of the alphabet, applied with the aim of permeating and transforming the body.[22]

The prominent Theosophist and occultist Wilhelm Hubbe-Schleiden was another individual acquainted with both Steiner and Mailander. Hubbe-Schleiden was the president of the German branch of the Theosophical Society of which Steiner was to become General Secretary, and in 1902 handed over the Presidency of the branch to Steiner. Hubbe-Schleiden later fell out with the German Pansophists, one reason being because he would not do the work prescribed to him by “Brother John.”

Mailander attempted many times to get Hubbe-Schleiden to perform the mental exercises necessary for his advancement but Hubbe-Schleiden would not perform the them as prescribed. This resulted in Mailander eventually telling him:

“I have had a look at your bodily condition according to your wish, but have received a completely different result from your view… the fact that your work is not spiritually successful or that the strength for it has disappeared is not true and rests more on a morbid imagination.” [23]

Finally, the most revealing discovery is the diary entry of theosophist Clemens Driessen on September 26, 1891. In this entry Driessen is speaking of Hubbe-Schleiden’s progress with Mailander and mentions that Hubbe-Schleiden was not satisfied, but “This too appears to me that he’s in opposition to the approach of the M(ailander), who is critical towards him, but perhaps only as far as the intellectual creative-imagination teachings are concerned..’

When I saw that, I was blown away. Here is the original quote:

“Dies tritt, scheint mir, auch darin zu Tage, dass er sich mit dem M.[ailänder] in Widerspruch setzt, zu ihm sich kritisch verhält – vielleicht allerdings nur was die intellektuellen Vorstellungsbilder angeht”. [24]

Here we have proof of Mailander being specifically referred to as “the M” by occultists around him.

But he wasn’t only called the M’ – he spoke as John, who was C.R.C according to Steiner.


In light of all these facts I am obliged to think my friend’s oral tradition is correct and that Steiner’s “M” may very well have been Alois Mailander. It has been over a hundred years since his death so I believe there is no harm in speculation on these matters, and after all its revelation from the Pansophists is rather timely.[25]

May the Roses Bloom upon your Cross.

Richard Cloud
richard.cloud9 <at> gmail.com

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Notes:

[1] GA 262, Rudolf Steiner and Marie Steiner-von Sivers: Correspondence and Documents 1901-1925

[2] The Secret Stream, Rudolf Steiner, pg 135

[3] “Christian Rosenkreutz is incarnated again today.” IBID

[4] Mailander was the disciple of Prestel, a Rosicrucian of remarkable psychic ability. The Pansophists of Germany today claim to be the last surviving thread of the Prestel-Mailander lineage. My friend many of you know well.

[5] ‘Rosicrucian Notebook’ by Willy Schroedter pg 132. Bear in mind that if Mailander was illiterate how then did he know the Kerning exercises if not by a strong oral tradition and instruction period, or unless he provided them in his prior incarnation 100 years before.

[6] Bund der Verheisung

[7] Friedrich Eckstein as Occultist, by Rolf Speckner, pg 10.

[8] in ‘Rosicrucian Notebook’ by Willy Schroedter pg 131-132 that Blavatsky was a member of his school.

[9] “The fact is that Blavatsky was prompted from a certain direction, and as a result of this she produced all the things which are written in Isis Unveiled. But by various machinations Blavatsky for a second time fell under outside influence, namely of eastern esoteric teachers propelled by cultural tendencies of an egoistic nature. From the beginning a biased policy lay at the basis of the things they wished to achieve through Blavatsky. It included the desire to create a kind of sphere of influence — first of a spiritual nature, but then in a more general sense — of the East over the West, by providing the West’s spirituality, or lack of it if you like, with eastern wisdom. That is how the transformation took place from the thoroughly European nature of Isis Unveiled to the thoroughly eastern nature of Blavatsky’s The Secret Doctrine.” From ‘History of the Anthroposophical Movement’ Steiner 1923 http://southerncrossreview.org/88/stein ... ent-5.html

[10] Life and Times of Rudolf Steiner, Emil Bock, Vol. 1, pgs 202 – 211.

[11] See ‘Temple Legend’ of Rudolf Steiner, also taught by Heindel.

[12] Meyrink also mentions that he was called ‘Johannes’ Gustav Meyrink: Fledermäuse. München 1981, S. 241f u. 410

[13] You also have to consider that the I-Am activity founded by Guy Ballard, under his pseudonym Godre Ray King in the 1930’s was actually a plagiarism of ideas taught by Mailander. The real source for those I-Am statements were originally from Kerning, and several Theosophist encountered them through Mailander who taught the Kerning work. Another in carnation of John-CRC was also Saint Germaine according to Steiner, which is why Guy Ballard attributed them to Germaine, in mistaking their source, having believed they in fact came from Mailander who was the last incarnation.

[14] ‘However, we are interested in someone else who belonged to this group, one P., a Rosicrucian. He was named Prestel and had the ability to convert base metals into noble ones.’ A Rosicrucian Notebook, Willy Schreodter, pg 132 here drawing upon the letters of Meyrink.

[15] Rudolf Steiner, GA 192

[16] Alois Mailander, Wikipedia

[17] Life and Times of Rudolf Steiner, Emil Bock, Vol. 1, pgs 202 – 211

[18] IBID

[19] Rudolf Steiner to Friedrich Eckstein. November 1890. In: Rudolf Steiner. Letters Vol. II. G.A.39. Dornach, 1987, pg 50

[20] Eckstein has also had contact with another spiritual teacher, who may have pointed him to Kerning. It is the Weaver Alois Mailänder (1844-1905), who was originally based in Kempten. Rudolf Steiner an Friedrich Eckstein. [Ende] November 1890. In: Rudolf Steiner. Briefe Bd. II. G.A.39. Dornach 1987. S. 50-51.

[21] Bock writes: “Friedrich Eckstein has often been with him.” [1] Emil Bock. Rudolf Steiner. Studies on his life and work. Stuttgart 1961, p.180-186.. ‘ In addition to Wilhelm’s long-standing or temporary pupils, Wilhelm Hübbe Schleiden (Munich), Franz Gustav Gebhard (Elberfeld), Bernhard Hubo (Hamburg), Franz Hartmann (Vienna / Kempten ), Gustav Meyrink (Prague), Günter Karl Wagner (Hanover), Paula Stryczek (Hanover), Carl Count zu Leiningen-Billigheim (Vienna). Bock writes; ‘A small group of followers had gathered around him. They were convinced that through Milan, from time to time, John himself was speaking. Milan was able to deliberate the state consciously. He was called ‘Brother John’. Since he could not write, someone had to write his letters, often his brother-in-law Nikolaus Gabele. A great part of the prominence of the Theosophical Society piloted to Kempten and became a student of this Christian seer. Helena Blavatsky had also said that in Germany today there is only one initiate and he lives in Kempten. But he does not belong to her school.’

[22] Interestingly, the founder of the OTO, Carl Kellner, also utilized these operations as Mailander was his teacher as well. It’s certain Steiner didn’t get them from Kellner, who went on to develop them and Kremmerz continued the work. Mailander appears to be a hidden source for the occult revival.

[23] Life and Times of Rudolf Steiner, Emil Bock

[24] See Hubbe-Schleiden’s Indian Diaries 1894/1896, page 17, wherein a footnote is inserted with the diary entry from Clements Dreissen.

[25] It must be mentioned that had I not been told Mailander was the Elder Brother I wouldn’t have known where to look. In future this group will reveal more information according to my friend. It is a matter of fact that my contact did not know of these details drawn from related materials. My own Rosicrucian informer actually knows very little of Steiner, despite knowing this amazing piece about Mailander. The Pansophists today embody a lineage of the pre-Steiner representation of this current, and consider theirs the original teaching that Blavatsky and Steiner had encountered. Still today they do not mix it with Anthroposophy, keeping the teaching in its original form in the Pansophic Order.

ENDNOTE: For further proof of Steiner’s involvement with Mailander’s Pansophic circle see the book Hypostasierung – die Logik mythischen Denkens im Werk Gustav Meyrinks nach 1907: Eine Studie zur erkenntnistheoretischen Problematik eines phantastischen Oeuvres (Hamburger Beiträge zur Germanistik) – Quoted by Helmut Zander in footnote 203 on page 840 in his informative book ‘Anthroposophie in Deutschland: Theosophische Weltanschauung Und Gesellschaftliche Praxis 1884-1945 (“Blavatsky habe sich zeitweise als Rosenkreuzerin verstanden, Hartmann und Gustav Meyrink sollen in die »rosenkreuzerischen Schulee von Johannes [i.ee. Alois] Mailänder (die Steiner gekannt habe), gegangen sein”).
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Re: Gustav Meyrink and the Rosicrucians, by Theodor Harmsen

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The death of smoker Schmel: The sleepy story
by Gustav Meyrink
[English version by Google Translate]

What distinguishes de Guignes's research on the Samaneens from that of his predecessors is his use of Asian sources. We recall that La Croze's synthesis only mentioned a poetry lexicon, an ancient language book, and (with a question mark) the Civavakkiyam as "books of the Samaneens" (La Croze 1724:494-95). None of these texts is currently associated with Buddhism. By contrast, de Guignes from the outset based his view on two specific texts. He devoted the entire second part of his 1753 paper to their analysis and included partial translations from the Arabic and Chinese (de Guignes 1759:791-804). The first of these texts, the so-called Anbertkend (sometimes also spelled Ambertkend), is today known as the Amrtakunda (Pool of Nectar), a Hatha Yoga text of Indian origin that has nothing to do with Buddhism. Carl W. Ernst called it "one of the most unusual examples of cross-cultural encounter in the annals of the study of religion" on account of its complex synthesis of Indian, Islamic, gnostic, and Neoplatonic influences and the fact that no other literary source on yoga was so widely disseminated among Sufis (Ernst 1996:9-11). The use of this text by de Guignes is a hitherto unexplored facet of this interesting cross-cultural encounter. For him the Anbertkend was an important text of the so-called "Indian religion" that "contains the principles admitted by the Yogis, particularly those related to magic" (p. 791)." The second text discussed by de Guignes is presented as "the work of Fo himself that includes all the moral teachings he bequeathed to his disciples" (p. 791). While this second text is well known under the title Forty-Two Sections Sutra and is extant in Chinese, the Anbertkend or Amrtakunda is not exactly a household word. De Guignes described it as an Indian book that was "translated into the Persian language by the Imam Rokneddin Mohammed of Samarkand who had received it from a Brahmin called Behergit of the sect of the Yogis" and was subsequently translated into Arabic by Mohieddin-ben-al-arabi.12 [Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi (1165–1240)] D'Herbelot's Bibliotheque Orientale features the following information under the heading "Anbertkend" (1697:114):

Book of the Brachmans or Bramens which contains the religion and philosophy of the Indians; this word signifies the cistern where one draws the water of life. It is divided into fifty Beths or Treatises of which each has ten chapters. A Yogi or Indian dervish called Anbahoumatah, who converted to Islam, translated it from the Indian into Arabic under the title Merat al maani, The Mirror of Intelligence; but though it was translated, this book cannot be understood without the help of a Bramen or Indian Doctor.


Four decades after d'Herbelot, Abbe Antoine BANIER (1673-1741) widely disseminated the idea that the four Vedas contain "all the sciences and all religious ceremonies" whereas the Anbertkend "contains the doctrines of the Indians" (Banier 1738:1.128-29). De Guignes also thought that "this book is not at all the Vedam of the Indians" but regarded it as "a work of the contemplative philosophers who, far from accepting the Vedam, reject it as useless based on the great perfection they believe to have attained" (de Guignes 1759:791-92). This description very much resembles the one given by Bartholomaus Ziegenbalg and La Croze of the Gnanigol [Ganiguels] and their (Tamil Siddha) literature including the Civaviikkiyam. According to de Guignes, the Anbertkend is a "summary of the contemplatives of India" (p. 796) that advocates that "to become happy one must annihilate all one's passions, not let oneself be seduced by the senses, and be in the kind of universal apathy that is so much recommended in the book of Fo" (p. 793). Apart from this, the only apparent connection to Fo or Buddha is a mantra connected with the contemplation of the planet "Boudah or Mercury" (p. 800)....

In his discussion, de Guignes throws all kinds of data from India and Tibet (from Giorgi's Alphabetum Tibetanum; p. 65) into the mix and quotes La Croze on the Gnanigols and the Anbertkend as well as Dow on Yogic practices (pp. 69-70). Everything seemed to support his idea that these practitioners were trying hard to achieve total concentration on God (p. 70).

-- The Birth of Orientalism, by Urs App


If anyone believes that the secret teachings of the Middle Ages died out with the witch trials, or that they are even based on conscious or unconscious deception - he is badly mistaken.

No one understood this better than Amadeus Veverka, who had today been promoted to "superior inconnu" in the occult order of the Hermetic Brotherhood of Luxor under symbolic pomp and now pensively -- shuddered by the teachings of the Book of Ambertkend -- on a hewn block of stone on the hillside sitting on the "Nusler Stiege" and yawning sleepily into the blue night.

The young man lets all the strange images pass by in his mind that had come before his eyes this evening -- -- he still hears the monotonous voice of the Arch-Censor Ganesha as if from afar: "The first figure about which one pronouncing the word Hom shows up under a black and yellow mixed color, she is in the house of Saturn When our mind is occupied solely with that figure, when our eyes are fixed on her and we pronounce the name Hom to ourselves , thus the eyes of the mind are opened, and one acquires the secret -- -- --"

And the brethren of the order stood about, with the blue ribbon slung over their foreheads, and their staves garlanded with roses. -- Free explorers who fathom the depths of the deity, dressed in masks and white robes, so that no one knows the other and no one knows about the other. -- (But when you meet on the street, you recognize each other by the handshake.) -- Yes, yes -- such institutions are often inscrutable and wonderful.

Amadeus Veverka reaches under his waistcoat to see if he still has the badge of his new dignity, the golden coin with the enamelled grape seed, and wallows in the feeling of proud superiority over these sleeping people in the sea of ​​houses at night, who know nothing better than the mysteries of magistrate decrees and how to eat well and drink a lot.

Counting on his fingers, he repeats everything that is to be kept top secret from now on.

"If things go on like this," whispers that vile inner self that enthusiastic German poets so beautifully cloak under the symbol of the "black knight on the left", "then I'll eventually have to keep the multiplication tables secret."

Naturally he kicked that devil back into his dark world with a vigorous kick, as befits a young superior inconnu, and as the Brotherhood expects of him. --

The last streetlamp in its vicinity has been strangled, and only the dim light of the stars flickers over the hazy city. -- They blink boredly at the gray Prague and sadly think back to the old days when the Wallensteiner still looked up at them broodingly from his castle on the Lesser Town. -- And how Emperor Rudolf's alchemists cooked and murmured in their swallows' nests on the Daliborka at night and put out the fire in fright when Mars came close to the moon. -- The times of reflection are over, and Prague lies and snores like a drunken market woman. Hilly country all around. -- Seriously and mysteriously, the Nusler valley is silent before the dreamy secret disciple, -- in the far background the massive deep dark forests, in whose clearings the thugs sleep who have not yet found employment as detectives with the Prague police.

White fog dances on the wet meadows -- from far away the dreamy whistle of the locomotive evokes a sick longing.

Amadeus Veverka thinks and thinks: How did it say in the old manuscript on the promised revelations of the inner nature that Brother Sesostris had read during the informal discussion?:

"If you are looking at the night sky and want to get the vision, fix your gaze on a point that you think is far away and move it farther and farther away from you until you feel the shoulders of your eyes no longer cut.-- Then you will see with the eyes of the soul: serious, sad and comical things -- as they are written in the book of nature --; things that cast no shadow.-- And your seeing will follow merge with thought."

The young man looks out into the cloudless darkness until he forgets his eyes. -- Geometric figures stand in the sky, growing and changing, darker than the night.

Then they disappear and implements appear, such as banal life needs: a rake, a watering can, nails, a shovel. -- And now an armchair upholstered in green rep and with a broken backrest.

Veverka struggles to replace the old backrest with a new one. -- In vain. -- Every time he thinks he has reached his goal, the image melts away and returns to its old form. -- Finally it disappears altogether, the air seems like water, and huge fish with luminous scales and golden dots swim along. -- As they move the purple fins, he hears it roaring in the water. -- Frightened, Amadeus flinches. Like someone waking up suddenly. -- A monotonous singing penetrates the night. -- He gets up: A few people from the common people. -- Slavic singsong. Those who talk about it and yet have never heard it call it melancholy.

Happy the mortal who never heard. --

The Palais des Selchers Schmel rises to the west.

Who does not know him, the highly deserving one! His fame rings out across the land to the blue sea. -- Gothic windows proudly look down into the valley. --

The fish have disappeared and Amadeus Veverka once again searches for the field of vision in infinity. A bright spot, circular, which widens more and more, lights up. Pink figures come into focus, microscopic and yet as sharp as if seen through a lens. -- Beset by dazzling light, -- and the bodies cast no shadow.

An unforeseeable train marches up, rhythmically to the beat -- it shakes the earth. It's pigs -- pigs! Pigs walking upright! -- First of all the noblest among them, the first in the course of the transmigration of souls, who were already the bravest on earth -- and now wear violet Cerevis caps and couleur bands, so that everyone can see in which form they will one day reincarnate.

The fifes of the minstrels shrill -- the pink figures push ever wider, and in their midst shakes a dark, stooped, human shape, bound hand and foot. -- It goes to the place of execution, -- two crossed ham bones mark the place. Heavy chains of sausages hang down on the prisoner and drag him along in the whirling dust. -- The fifes have fallen silent, the canteen rises:

This is the Selcher Schmel,
This is the Selcher Schmel,
this is the leather Selcher Schmel,
sa, sa
What a shame.
This is the Selcher Schmel!


Now they have stopped, gather in a circle and await the verdict. The prisoner should say what he has to say in his defence. Every swine knows that you have to tell the accused all the points of accusation. Just like in an officer's honor council. -- A giant boar with a bloody apron delivers the defense speech.

He points out that the defendant thought he was acting in the best of faith and with a flaming enthusiasm for the local industry when he delivered thousands and thousands of theirs to the stomachs of the big city.

All for free. -- The pigs who are appointed judges are not deterred by the provisions of the law book and mercilessly pull the already prepared judgments out of their pockets. As they have seen so many times in their lifetime, and as is the custom on earth. --

The condemned man raises his hands imploringly and collapses.

The image freezes -- disappears and reappears again. -- So the revenge rolls out, until the last swine is avenged.

Amadeus Veverka springs out of his slumber, he has hit his head on the handle of his cane, which he is holding in both hands. His eyes close again and confused concepts dance in his brain.

This time he'll make a note of everything so he'll know when he wakes up.

He can't get the melody out of his head:

"Who comes there from on high,
Who comes there from on high?
who comes there from the leather hill,
sa, sa
leather high,
Who comes from on high?"


and you can't fight it.


******************************

Gustav Meyrink
Der Tod des Selchers Schmel
Die schlaftrunkene Geschichte
[German Version]

Wenn einer glaubt, daß die geheimen Lehren des Mittelalters mit den Hexenprozessen ausgestorben sind, oder daß sie gar auf bewußter oder unbewußter Täuschung beruhen, -- ist er arg im Irrtum.

Niemand hatte das besser begriffen als Amadeus Veverka, der heute im okkulten Orden der Hermetischen Brüderschaft von Luxor unter symbolistischem Gepränge zum "superieur inconnu" erhoben worden war und jetzt nachdenklich -- durchschauert von den Lehren des Buches Ambertkend -- auf einem behauenen Steinblock am Abhange der "Nusler Stiege" sitzt und schlaftrunken in die blaue Nacht hinausgähnt.

Der junge Mann läßt alle die fremdartigen Bilder im Geiste an sich vorüberziehen, die heute abend vor sein Auge getreten waren -- -- er hört wie aus weiter Ferne noch die eintönige Stimme des Arch-Zensors Ganesha: "Die erste Figur, über welche man das Wort Hom aussprechen muß, zeiget sich unter einer schwarz und gelb gemischten Farbe, sie ist in dem Hause des Saturn. Wenn unser Geist einzig mit dieser Figur beschäftigt ist, wenn unsere Augen fest auf sie geheftet sind und wir uns selbst den Namen Hom aussprechen, so öffnen sich die Augen des Verstandes, und man erwirbt sich das Geheimnis -- -- --"

Und die Brüder des Ordens standen umher, das blaue Band um die Stirn geschlungen und die Stäbe mit Rosen bekränzt. -- Freie Forscher, die die Tiefen der Gottheit ergründen, mit Masken und weißen Talaren angetan, damit keiner den andern kenne und keiner vom andern wisse. -- (Wenn man sich aber auf der Straße begegnet, erkennt man sich am Händedruck.) -- Ja, ja -- solche Institutionen sind oft unerforschlich und wunderbar.

Amadeus Veverka greift unter seine Weste, ob er das Abzeichen seiner neuen Würde, die goldene Münze mit dem emaillierten Traubenkern, noch habe und schwelgt im Gefühle stolzer Überlegenheit über diese schlafenden Menschen im nächtlichen Häusermeer, die nichts Besseres kennen, als die Mysterien der Magistratserlässe und wie man gut esse und viel trinke.

Er wiederholt sich, an den Fingern zählend, all das, was von jetzt ab streng geheim zu halten sei.

"Wenn das so fortgeht", flüstert ihm jenes niederträchtige innere Ich zu, das begeisterte deutsche Poeten so schön unter dem Sinnbild des "schwarzen Ritters zur Linken" verhüllen, "so werde ich schließlich noch das Einmaleins geheim halten müssen."

Selbstverständlich jagte er mit einem energischen Fußtritt diesen Teufel in seine finstere Welt zurück, wie es einem jungen Superieur inconnu geziemt, und wie es die Bruderschaft von ihm erwartet. --

Die letzte Straßenlaterne in seiner Nähe hat man erdrosselt, und über der dunstverhüllten Stadt flimmert nur das schwache Licht der Sterne. -- Sie blinzen gelangweilt auf das graue Prag und gedenken trübselig der alten Zeiten, da noch der Wallensteiner von seinem Schlosse auf der Kleinseite grübelnd empor zu ihnen blickte. -- Und wie die Alchymisten Kaiser Rudolfs in ihren Schwalbennestern auf der Daliborka nächtlich kochten und murmelten und erschreckt die Feuer löschten, wenn der Mars in Mondesnähe kam. -- Die Zeiten des Nachdenkens sind um, und Prag liegt und schnarcht wie ein betrunkenes Marktweib. Ringsum hügeliges Land. -- Ernst und geheimnisvoll schweigt das Nusler Tal vor dem träumerischen Geheimjünger, -- im fernen Hintergrunde die massigen tiefdunklen Wälder, in deren Lichtungen die Strolche schlafen, die bei der Prager Polizei noch keine Anstellung als Detektive gefunden haben.

Weiße Nebel tanzen auf den nassen Wiesen, -- aus tiefer Ferne ruft das verträumte Pfeifen der Lokomotive eine kranke Sehnsucht wach.

Amadeus Veverka denkt und denkt: Wie stand es doch in dem alten Manuskript über die verheißenen Offenbarungen der inneren Natur, das während der zwanglosen Besprechung Bruder Sesostris vorgelesen hatte?:

"Wenn du in den Nachthimmel siehst und willst das Schauen erlangen, so richte deinen Blick auf einen Punkt, den du dir in weiter Ferne denkst, und schiebe ihn immer weiter und weiter von dir weg, bis du fühlst, daß die Achseln deiner Augen sich nicht mehr schneiden. -- Dann wirst du mit den Augen der Seele sehen: ernste, traurige und komische Dinge, -- wie sie im Buche der Natur aufgezeichnet sind --; Dinge, die keinen Schatten werfen. -- Und dein Sehen wird mit dem Denken verschmelzen."

Der junge Mann sieht hinaus in das wolkenlose Dunkel, bis er seine Augen vergißt. -- Geometrische Figuren stehen am Himmel, wachsen und verändern sich, dunkler als die Nacht.

Dann schwinden sie und Geräte erscheinen, wie sie das banale Leben braucht: ein Rechen, eine Gießkanne, Nägel, eine Schaufel. -- Und jetzt ein Sessel mit grünem Rips bezogen und mit zerbrochener Lehne.

Veverka quält sich ab, die alte Lehne durch eine neue zu ersetzen. -- Vergebens. -- Jedesmal, wenn er glaubt, am Ziele zu sein, zerrinnt das Bild und fährt in seine alte Form zurück. -- Endlich verschwindet es ganz, die Luft scheint wie Wasser und riesige Fische mit leuchtenden Schuppen und goldenen Punkten schwimmen einher. -- Wie sie die purpurnen Flossen bewegen, hört er es im Wasser brausen. -- Erschreckt zuckt Amadeus zusammen. Wie ein jäh Erwachender. -- Ein eintöniges Singen dringt durch die Nacht. -- Er steht auf: Ein paar Leute aus dem Volke. -- Slawischer Singsang. Schwermütig nennen es die, die davon erzählen, und es doch nie gehört haben.

Glücklich der Sterbliche, der es nie vernommen. --

Im Westen ragt das Palais des Selchers Schmel.

Wer kennt ihn nicht, den Hochverdienten! Sein Ruhm klingt über die Lande bis an das blaue Meer. -- Gotische Fenster schauen stolz hinab ins Tal. --

Die Fische sind verschwunden, und Amadeus Veverka sucht von neuem das Sehfeld in der Unendlichkeit. Ein heller Fleck, kreisrund, der sich mehr und mehr weitet, leuchtet auf. Rosa Gestalten treten in den Brennpunkt, mikroskopisch klein und doch so scharf, wie durch eine Linse gesehen. -- Von blendendem Licht beschieden, -- und die Körper werfen keinen Schatten.

Ein unabsehbarer Zug marschiert heran, rhythmisch im Takt, -- es schüttert die Erde. Schweine sind es -- Schweine! Aufrecht gehende Schweine! -- Voran die edelsten unter ihnen, die ersten im Zuge der Seelenwanderung, die schon auf Erden die tapfersten waren -- und jetzt violette Cereviskappen tragen und Couleurband, damit jeder sehe, in welcher Gestalt sie sich dereinst wiederverkörpern werden.

Es schrillen die Querpfeifen der Spielleute -- immer breiter drängen die rosa Gestalten, und in ihrer Mitte wankt ein dunkler, gebückter, menschlicher Schemen, gefesselt an Händen und Füßen. -- Es geht zum Richtplatz, -- zwei gekreuzte Schinkenknochen bezeichnen die Stätte. Schwere Ketten von Knackwürsten hängen an dem Gefangenen nieder und schleppen ihm nach in dem wirbelnden Staube. -- Die Querpfeifen sind verstummt, es steigt der Kantus:

Das ist der Selcher Schmel,
Das ist der Selcher Schmel,
das ist der lederne Selcher Schmel,
sa, sa
Selcher Schmel.
Das ist der Selcher Schmel!


Jetzt haben sie halt gemacht, sammeln sich im Kreise und harren des Urteils. Der Gefangene soll sagen, was er zu seiner Verteidigung vorzubringen hat. Jedes Schwein weiß doch, daß man dem Beschuldigten alle Anklagspunkte zu nennen hat. Genauso wie in einem Offiziers-Ehrenrate. -- Ein riesiger Eber mit blutiger Schürze hält die Verteidigungsrede.

Er weist darauf hin, daß der Angeklagte nur im besten Glauben und in flammender Begeisterung für die heimische Industrie zu handeln vermeinte, als er tausende und abertausende der ihrigen dem Magen der Großstadt überlieferte.

Alles umsonst. -- Die zu Richtern ernannten Schweine lassen sich durch die Bestimmungen des Gesetzbuches nicht beirren und ziehen erbarmungslos die schon vorbereiteten Urteile aus den Taschen. Wie sie es so oft bei Lebzeiten gesehen haben, und wie es Sitte auf Erden. --

Der Verurteilte hebt flehend die Hände empor und bricht zusammen.

Das Bild erstarrt -- verschwindet und kehrt von neuem wieder. -- So rollt die Vergeltung ab, bis auch das letzte Schwein gerächt ist.

Amadeus Veverka fährt aus dem Schlummer, er hat sich mit dem Kopf an dem Griff seines Stockes gestoßen, den er in beiden Händen hält. Wieder fallen ihm die Augen zu und wirre Begriffe tanzen in seinem Hirn.

Diesmal wird er sich alles genau merken, damit er es weiß, wenn er erwacht.

Die Melodie will ihm nicht aus dem Kopf:

"Wer kommt dort von der Höh,
Wer kommt dort von der Höh?
Wer kommt dort von der ledernen Höh,
sa, sa
ledernen Höh,
Wer kommt dort von der Höh."


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