Home

To what level of intelligence and education is the average US television commercial directed?

This is what passes for “Christian” in America. But it is actually a question of levels of human intelligence. But they can’t help it.

I wake from walking and searching rather deep inside “Ostia Antica” still attempting to locate places in the life time of Augustine there, where he did, or might have done, various activities. And determined to read more on him there then. It is not serious to not consider his relation to the Mithraea there.

And if you traveled “abroad” and came back the same then what was the point of having gone. Those who go to travel, to Europe, for example, to enjoy themselves are just taking their patterns and sleep with them.

Meeting with, conversing with, interacting with complete strangers in a completely new place allows one’s soul to live — perhaps to grow — and develop, and be in ways that the patterns of one’s daily home life do not.

I did not go to Italy and Sicily for seven weeks to come back unchanged, less knowledgeable and insightful, with a happy smile.

A Horse with No name, I Heard It Through the Grapevine, sitting in a café by the beach, of Ostia. Flying to Charlotte, North Carolina, but…Where am I? When?

One universality: the stupidity of teenagers.

I gave the man who obviously needed some money some of my change. In a few minutes he kindly came over to instruct me which bus to take to the airport.

I survived the travel.

Those who accept and those who reject Western Christianity are directly influenced by Augustine, his theology and his anthropic cacogony*.

*http://steppenwolfmoscow1.blogspot.com/2016/02/evil-origins_96.html

I believe one of the reasons I have had to travel to so many places to see the locations of events, buildings, and someone, what is the very abstract education, I received as a typical American.

“History” was something that happened outside, before, or in books around us. Not in which we lived, explained clearly. The Story of Maning, the Meaning of the story in which we lived. Live.

I cannot think of a better, deeper, nor more meaningful way to end my Italian journey than to find this litte-visited Mithraem (at the far distance from the entrance at “Ostia Antica”). It represents a path Augustine did not take, though it now seems there were a large number of real opportunities for him to have.

Caltabellotta was mystified by some in German-speaking “esoteric Christian” Europe. Myhified Modern History. About like the enchanting lights in the halls, empty city village.

Within three minutes of arriving at the Palermo train station, I am approached by two strangers to make some sort of purchase. One man selling an umbrella; the other man didn’t listen to hear.

After studying a local famous sculpture’s work in a nearby village museum, I walked into his studio, expressed my appreciation of a sculpture with ideas… And then, seeing the Dostoyevsky piece, I decided to take a photo andI told this man, who I have never met before, where to stand for the photo. I told him to think what he thought when he created the sculpture of Dostoyevsky. His daughter tells me it captures not only the essence of the work, but the essence of him.

I had no ticket for the bus, but the driver just waved me on. 👍

I suppose it is true, as with their “normal” lives, that people come to Italy for pleasure, for aesthetics, sightseeing, landscape, seeing… I came for knowledge and insight.

I brought clothes for Rome, Naples, Crotone, Palermo… But I did not think to bring clothes for 2000-3000 feet higher. Almost all clothes combined did not keep me warm at 3114 feet in the wind for sunrise.

No Russian on ashamed of their country these days should be taken seriously

Unable, even with asking, to locate a plastic spoon in barely-inhabited Caltabellotta, I brought this yellow spoon with me back from an ice-lemon at the hot-day ruins of Agrigento… Nearby, I have the choice of an at least four-day-old pizza, or my own four-day-old lasagna! The lasagna is cheaper (paid for in Palermo), nearer, I eat in my room,… and I have some wine by the hotel owner. Viola! But the main element is the yellow spoon.

I read how Henry David Thoreau preferred a swamp, what he described as a sanctum sanctorum, to any refined garden in a city. Dante met other swamps… And Petrarch descended the mountain under the influence of Augustine. Tomorrow I go to Ostia in pursuit of Augustine and Monica.

Turns out the anthopops, on good basis for their world- and history-view: Steiner himself, mythologize Kalot-Bellota.

In Sciacca I was able to get €100 without any charge at all. Not like in Rome or Naples, or other places where they charge 13% interest.

I think I’ll start saying I’m from California rather than North Carolina, the reaction is bigger

The music on the bus from Sciacca to Agrigento is of the same style as you could hear these days anywhere in the world. Only with Italian words.

I heard the identical sound of music in Yucatán. Where is difference in the world these days?

Most people have absolutely no idea what “Charles” means when they said

For me, as usual, it is not the temples, not the stones, however, beautifully carved, but the ideas by which men and women lived in those times.

Is there some kind of physical inevitability to this structure, or how much of it is “aesthetics” as we would later call it?.

But what can we now gain from this?

I can not help but recognize American politics as the stirring of herds.

A deep outbreath, when leaving the temple of Zeus Olympus in Agrigento, indicates to me the conclusion of my Italian journey.

Certainly, the Ontos of ruins is much less than our imaginations would find.

Goethe’s Faust engaged the doctorate; Hesse’s Steppenwolf the bourgeoisie.

A more dramatic place than where I now stand, atop the peak at Caltabellotta, I have only a few times experienced. This time, as I predicted, completely alone — for the sunset and full moon rise. June 3, 2023, approx. 8pm.

Question: When did Caltabellotta, even with its Arab name, begin to be considered some sort of center of malevolence, evil, especially mystical? And perhaps investigate the etymology, and history of the literary image of Klingsor. Surely, a Christian view of Arabic power and influence, possibly Islam, is a part of the origin and development of the mythology of Caltabellotta as a mystical source of evil. Surely the concept did not originate with Steiner, however much emphasis he may have given it. So what was his source, and how far back does such imagery and belief go?

No matter how great the deeds and eventsat even momentous locations, most are simply living their daily lives.

And Paris or Rome, or Naples, or other it is nearly impossible to walk out the door, without being impacted by scores of persons and stories. Here I might encounter one or two people, baby for five and a day.

Watching a large class of Italian students going into the Royal Palace this morning, and seeing how most of their T-shirts had one variation or other of English language, and even American names, titles, etc. The question arises: when was the last tiny village on earth impacted by the USA?

I cannot imagine ever living in Russia again.

Now heading to a small village to, quite likely, dispel a myth I’ve had for nearly 50 years.

Goethe observed the plants in the Palermo botanical garden to come up with the idea of the Urphlsnze. I myself have been traveling the gardens of the world, trying to come up with a living inight(s) of the essential man in the variants of societies and cultures. This included recently attempting to see into the essential reality, know the essentials in the realitities, of the evening of romantic music performance in Crotone. In other words, I have been trying less or more consciously for nearly 50 years now to see into men and women in relation to Man as Goethe did in relation to plants, and other realms of Nature.

This is actually a very deep, biographical insight.

This gives clear and true theme to nearly, in fact essentially more, than 50 years of my life.

And the only other person who know this is he or she who is reading this. 🤷🏼‍♂️

Urpflanze :: Essential Man

I have rarely if ever eaten in a restaurant without at least taking price into consideration, if not a serious factor.

I have, and will have, this mountain to myself. There is virtually no chance that anyone else will ascend here.