In the twenty-first century, The Chymical Wedding by Johann Valentin Andreae continues to be acknowledged as a literary gem, an exceptional story written in. The drawings on this page appeared as illustrations in The Chymical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz, published by Lectorium Rosicrucianum, a Rosicrucian. Inspired by the third Rosicrucian manifesto, the Chymical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz, published four hundred years ago, the anonymous author of this.
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The skull is transformation, the tree is the process of transformation. There remained nine of us, and among the rest he who discoursed with me at the table too.
He was reborn in 1 The Mission of Christian Rosenkreutz Inwhen he was twenty-eight years of age, he began a seven-year journey to many Centres of Mystery Wisdom, returning inwhen he was thirty-five years of age see Note 3. This was arched into seven hemispheres, and at the top of the middle and highest of these I spied a small aperture. It is always burning, whether one is aware of it or not. One can interpret chfistian three temples as awareness of body, soul and spirit, an awareness necessary to integrate all three in one.
When the King sent his page for the keys, we were shown a costly clockwork regulated according to the course of the planets; and next a huge terrestrial globe, on which we found our native lands marked with little rings of gold; others doing likewise, we discovered that our company was drawn christiah all parts of the Earth.
This globe being hollow, we were able to sit within it and contemplate the stars glittering in an agreeable order in the interior of the Earth, and moving so gallantly that I had scarce any mind ever to go out again, as our page told our Cymical, and with which she twitted me, for it was already rosenkreuhz time, and I was almost the last at table.
There is no place for the manifestation of egoistic desires. One day we entered our chamber and found him with a laurel branch in his beak. Over each ship hovered a flame; as soon as I saw them I knew: These we laid on two little satin cushions, and beheld them till we were almost besotted upon so exquisite an object. Our Virgin, having re-arranged her ships in a pentagon about the Sun and Moon, yielded to their entreaties, whereupon the sirens sang of love so delicately and sweetly that I no more weddibg at Ulysses rosenlreutz stopping the ears of his companions; Cupid began to work with me, too, which tended little to my credit.
Cupid darted hither and thither; sometimes he seated himself between the two lovers; sometimes he made as if he would shoot one of us; he was so full of his waggery that he would not spare even the little birds, which flew about the chamber in multitudes.
Then the black executioner, preparing to withdraw, was himself beheaded, and his head placed with his axe in a little shrine. The pearl is the symbol for the Divine Self. Give and you shall be given. Some, who were lighter, were to be stripped and sent forth naked.
I answered yes in the most humble manner; but he laughed on me, saying there henceforth needed no ceremony, I was HIS Father. When one boasted that he could see these invisible servitors, one of them reached him so handsome a cuff upon his lying muzzle that not only he, but many who were by him, became as mute as mice.
I had fastened my tokens round my hat, of which the young King soon took notice, and demanded if I were he who at the gate had redeemed these tokens. The musicians were fetched and with cornets blew us out of doors with such derision that they themselves could scarcely sound for laughing.
The Chemical Wedding of Christian Rosenkreutz
From this tree fruit fell continually into the vessel, turned there to water, and ran out into rosenoreutz smaller golden bowls. When he returned to consciousness it seemed as if the twelve streams of wisdom had been woven by him into an all-embracing wisdom.
After seven minutes a little bell rang, and the rope was drawn up with four men clinging to it. We laborators now sat alone for a quarter of an hour or so, till I, perceiving a trampling overhead, had an eye to my ladder.
An important point is that it’s the Bridegroom Bible that is offering these paths. On one side of them sat enthroned an ancient grey-bearded king with a fair young queen; on the other, a black king, middle-aged, with a veiled and dainty old matron. Here for several hours we stayed, seeing treasures none of the others were permitted to see, such as the Royal Sepulchre, with its glorious Phoenix, and a most noble Library.
Christian Rosenkreutz, the Founder of the Rosicrucian Movement, is in our time the Keeper of the Gate, the spiritual leader of this modern age.
Note the Ouroboros serpent on the floor. The Three Royal Couples: Of course, CRC passes. The hole being covered again, we found ourselves in a laboratory surrounded by six stately vestries, to which we were first directed, to pray for the life of the King and Queen. Meanwhile, the Virgin espied my roses, which I had taken out of my hat into my hands; thereupon by her page she graciously requested them of me, which I readily sent her.
At this last article we could not choose but laugh.
It is like a seal that shows the intentions of the spiritual seeker, cyymical also grants you safe passage in the spiritual realms. Note that the divine lady has seven cobras around her, a clear reference to Kundalini and the seven chakras.
Those who had hung near the earth fell gently; those who had hung high had a most shameful fall. The virgins also had their pastimes with him; and when they could catch him, it was no easy matter for him to get from them again.
Our Virgin presented us to the King as wedding guests who had ventured hither at peril of body and life. He received us friendly, and congratulated us that we were hereto chosen by the Virgin; when he had understood the fright we conceived, his belly was ready to burst with laughing that we had taken such good fortune so heinously.
The ring of office was now placed upon my finger, rosenkrutz the King embraced me, telling me this was the last time I would see him in this manner, from all of which I understood that in the morning I, most wretched man, had nobody to show me the way, who should approach me but the two august old lords — Atlas and the Warden of the Tower — who conducted me into a glorious lodging, in which stood three rosenkreurz, and each of us lay in one of them.
No sooner had we re-entered the Treasury than in flew the little Cupid, who promptly locked the copper door leading down to Venus’s chamber, exclaiming: