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Portrait by M. Maeder Sculpture by Jean Pond Miner Coburn

Jean Pond Miner created this bronze statue, which depicts a woman on the prow of a ship, for the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago. Located at the West entrance to the Wisconsin State Capitol building, it was completed in 1893, about 3 years before Carl Grasshoff (later Max Heindel) emigrated to the United States. Miner sculpted this second statue after the fire in her studio went out one night and the freezing cold temperature completely destroyed the original clay statue she was preparing to cast into bronze.

Named Miss Forward for the state’s motto, she is a 7-foot tall allegorical representation of devotion and progress that, from Ms Miner’s experience, could also symbolize patience and persistence. Pointing west, she would seem to beckon Heindel and others to travel in that direction. Heindel talks about the natural law of east-to-west movement on Page 515 in The Rosicrucian Cosmo-Conception:

Everything in the world is subject to law, even our evolution is thus encompassed; spiritual and physical progression go hand in hand. The sun is the physical light bringer and, as we know, it apparently travels from east to west bringing light and life to one part of the earth after another. But the visible sun is only a part of the sun as the visible body is a small part of composite man. There is an invisible and spiritual sun whose rays promote soul growth upon one part of the earth after another as the physical sun promotes the growth of form, and this spiritual impulse also travels in the same direction as the physical sun; from east to west.

There are many, but perhaps the principal one is the teaching of orthodoxy that at each birth a newly created soul enters material existence fresh from the hand of God, that it lives here in a material body for a longer or shorter span of time and then passes out by death into the invisible beyond, there to remain for all eternity in a state of happiness or misery according to what it did while here in the body.

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Tags: esoteric knowledge, orthodox Christianity, Rosicrucian philosophy

(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 is fixed to your soul. And though it may lead into darkness of night, The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

You were, you will be, Know this while you are, Your spirit has traveled both long and afar, It rose from the source, to the Source it returns, The spark that was lighted eternally burns.

It slept in a jewel, it leaped in a wave, It roamed in a forest, it rose from the grave. It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years, And now in the soul of yourself it appears.

From body to body your spirit speeds on, It seeks a new form when the old one has gone. And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought, On the loom of the mind from the fiber of thought.

As dew is drawn upward in rain to descend, Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend. You cannot escape them, for petty or great, Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.

Somewhere on some planet, some time and somehow, Your life will reflect your thoughts of your NOW! The law is unerring, no blood can atone, The structure you built, you will live in alone.

From cycle to cycle, through time and through space, Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace. And all that you ask for and all you desire, Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod. And NOTHING, will save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.

Once list’ to that voice and all tumult is done, Your life is the life of the infinite one. In the hurrying race, you are conscious of pause, With love for the purpose and love for the cause.

Tags: Maori, poem, the law