Obituary for Gulistan ShariffGulistan Shariff passed over the threshold on February 24th 2009 at 4 am. She was born in Nairobi into an Ismaili family devoted to the Aga Khan stream of the Moslem faith. She joined the Anthroposophical Society at the Annual General Meeting...
Unlike most of us perhaps, art has never been a strong point of mine, except for poetry and music, because apart from a degree in philosophy I have spent all of my life working in the design and repair of electronic and mechanical devices, chiefly...
Gertrud Karter crossed the threshold on August 28, 2008 after a short illness. A member of the Society since the early 50s, still from Germany, she immigrated to Vancouver in 1957, being a participant, weekly, at Mrs. Mayne's place. Having moved to Port Hardy/Thetis Island,...
Attention: history lovers.Next time you think of reading a biography consider Thomas Meyer’s book on D.N. Dunlop. D.N. Dunlop was a beloved contemporary of Rudolf Steiner who was also George Westinghouse’s right hand man in marketing, in England.Dunlop and others around R. Steiner will be...
"We definitely need to see the "benefit" of using the internet. I remember traveling through parts of Africa 35 years ago , and the Masai and other groups would not allow their pictures to be taken because the devil would then have a part of...
Onlythe lonelyare ledto the thresholdof sight.Onlythe deadcan treadthe oceanof light.Onlythe livingare fedthe breadof the night.Onlythe fallencan lifttheir headand heartto the height....
In preparation for his upcoming 2009 Canadian tour, Thomas H. Meyer was asked a few questions, to acquaint his anthroposophical audience with some of his lines of thought.Question: Which current events will you be speaking about with connection to Anthroposophy?Meyer: I would like to...
What comes to us from the widths of worldsWeaving the light through rays of space?Lifting the spirits, warming the heart,Bringing renewed courage for life?This is the gift of the second hierarchyHigh and lofty beings who bestowSubstance of love in tending devotion.That we may seize this...
Is this it?a labyrinthof many mansionsmostly darkhulking in the twilight?There arelightsfewandtwisting passages betweenYou navigateshiningnow and thenhere a batthere a cloud of mothsentering a lighted roomyou shine, so clearthe scales fallfrom eyes that shownaked truthfor a moment. Patrick Jackson...
Full moon on my rightangel on my left ‑myself, throbbingin between.Hot mask looks aroundseeks meaningsounds return shadowsseeking company.A fevered translationtwixt echo and cliffhangs breathlessunruffled.this landof the hooked beakand amber eye ‑shows watchful, symmetryfull silver, soft wingsenchanting presences.Gold roosts in my eye ‑the eagle in my...