Cherished Friends God must have known there would be times We’d need a word of cheer, Someone to praise a triumph Or brush away a tear. He must have known we’d need to share The joy of “little things” In order to appreciate The happiness life brings. I think He knew our troubled hearts Would […]
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The Rosicrucian Way
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on Jan 1st, 2010
The Rosicrucian Way In the world today there are six movements that are battling for the life of men. First of all there is communism, a view of life that seems to have had its day. The tentacles of this atheistic monster have been severed in many countries. Second, there is fundamentalism, which is an […]
The Snow Was Our Beauty
Posted in Poetry on Dec 9th, 2009
The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn. Patricia Hampl The First Day of Winter On the […]
THE MYSTICAL WHITE ROSE
Posted in Healing, Philosophy, Poetry on Sep 29th, 2009
The Mystical White Rose By Andreas Gstaltner [Translated from the German] Imagine a rosebush with a white rosebud not yet open. The rose is a child of the earth where its roots anchor it; Of the sun which inflames it; Of the life-giving water and air, that flow around it. Carry this white rosebud […]
Two Dear Friends Depart for Their Homeward Journey
Posted in Friends and Events, Healing, Music, Poetry on Sep 3rd, 2009
The following letter from Jean de Galzain gives us the sad news of Vilma del Castillo’s passing, Dear Friends, Yesterday at 2.52 am, Los Angeles time, our Beloved Friend Vilma del Castillo (63) departed on her journey to the Higher Worlds. We are very happy for her that she now walks in the […]
August 8, 1909 – August 8, 2009 The Rosicrucian Fellowship Centennial – 100 Years Celebration: Friday thru Sunday – August 7, 8, 9 Mount Ecclesia – Oceanside, California 2222 Mission Avenue Poem by Michael Bruce, circa 1764 Where High the Heavenly Temple Stands Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God […]
(Attributed to the Maori of New Zealand) The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun, Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run. And when into chaos the systems are hurled, Again shall the Builder, rebuild a new world. Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal, Move on, for the orbit […]