O you, sweet warm soul, how inspired I was in your arms. ~ Richard Wagner in a letter to Judith Gauthier
And when man falls silent in his torment.
A god allowed me to say what I’m suffering.
~ Goethe, Marienbad ElegyUnd wenn der Mensch in seiner Qual verstummt.
Gab mir ein Gott zu sagen, was ich leide.
~ Goethe, Marienbader ElegieI carry peace in me,
I carry in myself the forces that strengthen me
I want to fulfil myself with these forces of warmth,
I want to permeate myself with my will power.
And I want to feel how peace pours through all my being,
When I am strong, peace as power.
To find within me through the power of my striving. ~ Rudolf Steiner
Attack Thoughts
The recent guest post about correct thinking coincides synchronistically with our group exercise on observing negative thoughts. On the same day, the quote from the Orthodox priest, the Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica, about the effect of attack thoughts also showed up.
Although I don’t like to promote New Age ideas, the Elder’s teaching that our thoughts determine our lives is not so incompatible with the Course in Miracles. It is no secret that I diligently performed the exercises daily for one year, more than a couple of decades ago. I did learn the role that our thoughts play in our lives. I certainly don’t recommend the main text, but some of the exercises are worthwhile. What is relevant are the exercises on Attack Thoughts.
Conversations and discussions often devolve into mock legal battles. Instead of a dialectic leading toward a higher aim, there is nothing but attack and defence, in an endless loop. If the initial attack is fueled by intense passion, even a guilty plea will often not suffice. Ideally, at least between friends, the attack should not even start. When there is a misunderstanding on one side, or a poorly phrased statement on the other, a request for clarification should be the first step. That most often will rectify the issue before hard divisions are formed.
After all these years, those daily exercises I performed are still fresh in my mind. In a way, this demonstrates the wisdom of Rudolf Steiner’s assertion that a mere 5 minutes per day of careful thinking can change your life. Those exercises took little more time than that. I’ll leave you with this idea:
Today’s idea accurately describes the way anyone who holds attack thoughts in his mind must see the world. Having projected his anger onto the world, he sees vengeance about to strike at him. His own attack is thus perceived as self defence. This becomes an increasingly vicious circle until he is willing to change how he sees. Otherwise, thoughts of attack and counter-attack will preoccupy him and people his entire world. What peace of mind is possible to him then?
The Decameron
Ever since I was a boy, I’ve been an avid reader. Also, an active reader, like the boy in the Neverending Story, who inserts himself into the story. From Tom Corbett to Robert Heinlein novels, then to Ian Fleming and assorted detective and pulp fiction novels. I also read the best authors. But it is in novels like Siddhartha, Steppenwolf, Là-bas, and Zanoni that I still find my life story played out.
So the great authors have been my invisible friends who have shaped my life and my thoughts. Giovanni Boccaccio was among them. I regard him as a high initiate of the Fedeli d’Amore, while others only see a wise observer of the human condition, or merely a clever story teller.
His stories are alchemical transformations, that convert the vices and foibles of men and women into a deep insight into humanity, most often by some clever or unexpected catalyst. The stories were intended as a diversion to women since at that time they weren’t granted the pastimes of men. He writes regarding women:
Women are restricted by the wishes, whims, or commands of fathers, mothers, brothers, and husbands. They remain most of the time restricted to the narrow confines of their bedrooms, where they sit in apparent idleness, now wishing one thing and now wishing another, turning over in their minds a number of thoughts.
But men have more choices:
If men are afflicted by melancholy or ponderous thoughts, they have many ways of alleviating or forgetting them. If they wish, they can take a walk or listen to or look at many different things. They can go hawking, hunting, or fishing. They can ride, gamble, or attend to business.
However, in our day, women are free to pursue distractions just as men do. Nonetheless, they still seem to occupy their minds with a number of thoughts. Sometimes, these thoughts take offense at the stories.
Boccaccio anticipated this, and justified his style as an Afterward. Here follow some snippets. Just as Jesus said we are not made impure by what we eat, Boccaccio makes a similar argument:
A corrupt mind never understands a word in a healthy way! And just as fitting words are of no use to a corrupt mind, so a healthy mind cannot be contaminated by words which are not so proper, any more than mud can dirty the rays of the sun.
To the women who objected to his words, Boccaccio replied:
Nothing is so indecent that it cannot be said to another person if the proper words are used to convey it; and this, I believe, I have done very well.
As for right speech, it all depends on the situation. Boccaccio explains:
These tales were not told in a church, where things must be spoken of with the proper frame of mind and suitable words. Nor were they held in schools of the philosophers, where a sense of propriety is required. But they were told in a garden, in a place suited for pleasure, in the presence of young people, who were nevertheless mature and not easily misled by stories.
This blog is my home and my garden and I have invited you all as guests. Sometimes my tales are serious, sometime more humorous or even ribald. Please indulge me as your host. I don’t want to offend, but if so, I stand on Boccaccio’s defences. If you prefer to convict me instead, things are just how they are.
The Conversion of Abraham
The reason I include this story is as an antidote to all the hysteria going on about Rome. We can see that the moral level of 14th century Rome was probably worse than what there is today. To not feel dispirited by current events, we need to take the long view of human history. We’ve seen it all happen before, we’ve seen empires appear and disappear, battles won and lost, hopes dashed, loves lost, faiths shaken. Yet we persist, knowing the final victory will be ours.
One of the tales was about a Parisian merchant, Giannotto, and his close friend Abraham, who was a Jew. This story is certainly not an attack on Rome. Rather, it shows how the Holy Spirit can transform the worst in man into something Holy. There is no other way to understand it.
Giannotto and Abraham were both respected and trustworthy gentleman. Of course, the topic of religion often came up between these friends of different faiths. Giannotto always failed to convince Abraham to convert.
Eventually Abraham made a proposal. He would travel to Rome to see the Pope and the cardinals. If they were truly holy men, then Abraham would convert. Giannotto was shocked at that since he was aware of the wicked and filthy lives of the clergy in Rome. Believing that Abraham would never convert if he saw that, he tried to dissuade Abraham from his trip, but Abraham persisted.
Once in Rome, Abraham observed carefully the behaviour of the Pope, cardinals, and other prelates. Boccaccio describes what was seen:
They all shamelessly participated in the sin of lust, not only the natural kind of lust but also the sodomitic variety, without the least bit of remorse or shame. And this they did to the extent that the influence of whores and young boys was of no little importance in obtaining great favours. Besides this, he observed that all of them were open gluttons, drinkers, and sots, and that after their lechery, just like animals, they were more servants of their bellies than of anything else; the more closely he observed them, the more he saw that they were all avaricious and greedy for money and that they were just as likely to buy and sell human (even Christian) blood as they were to sell religious objects pertaining to the sacraments or connected to benefices … they called their blatant simony “mediation” and their gluttony “maintenance” as if God did not know the intention of these wicked minds.
After he returned to Paris, Abraham told Giannotto about his experience:
I don’t like them a bit and may God condemn them all; and I tell you this because as far as I was able to determine, I saw there no holiness, no devotion, no good work or exemplary life, or anything else among the clergy. Instead, lust, avarice, gluttony, fraud, envy, pride, and the like and even worse, were so completely in charge there that I believe the city is more a forge for the Devil’s work than for God’s: in my opinion, the Shepard of yours and all the others as well are trying as quickly as possible and with all the talent and skill they have to reduce the Christian religion to nothing and to drive it from the face of the earth when they really should act as its support and foundation.
To Giannotto’s surprise and delight, Abraham concluded that, under those circumstance, only the Holy Spirit could be the real foundation. Hence they went off to Notre Dame for Abraham’s baptism.
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