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Zarathustra

A GOD THAT CAN DANCE

Chapter 23: The night song

 

 

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BELOVED OSHO,

THE NIGHT SONG

IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A

LEAPING FOUNTAIN.

IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE

SONG OF A LOVER.

SOMETHING UNQUENCHED, UNQUENCHABLE, IS IN ME, THAT WANTS TO SPEAK OUT. A

CRAVING FOR LOVE IS IN ME, THAT ITSELF SPEAKS THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE.

LIGHT AM I: AH, THAT I WERE NIGHT! BUT THIS IS MY SOLITUDE, THAT I AM GIRDED ROUND

WITH LIGHT....

I LIVE IN MY OWN LIGHT, I DRINK BACK INTO MYSELF THE FLAMES THAT BREAK FROM ME.

I DO NOT KNOWTHE JOY OF THE RECEIVER; AND I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT STEALING

MUST BE MORE BLESSED THAN RECEIVING.

IT IS MY POVERTY THAT MY HAND NEVER RESTS FROM GIVING; IT IS MY ENVY THAT I SEE

EXPECTANT EYES AND ILLUMINED NIGHTS OF DESIRE....

WHERE HAVE THE TEARS OF MY EYE AND THE BLOOM OF MY HEART GONE? OH

SOLITUDE OF ALL GIVERS! OH SILENCE OF ALL LIGHT-GIVERS!

MANY SUNS CIRCLE IN EMPTY SPACE: TO ALL THAT IS DARK THEY SPEAK WITH THEIR

LIGHT – TO ME THEY ARE SILENT....

IT IS NIGHT: AH, THAT I MUST BE LIGHT! AND THIRST FOR THE THINGS OF NIGHT! AND

SOLITUDE!

IT IS NIGHT: NOW MY LONGING BREAKS FROM ME LIKE A WELL-SPRING – I LONG FOR

SPEECH.

IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A

LEAPING FOUNTAIN.

IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE

SONG OF A LOVER.

... THUS SANG ZARATHUSTRA.

ZARATHUSTRA IS more a poet, is more a singer, is more a dancer than any other enlightened

being has ever been. Even his prose is poetry, even his tears are pure joy, even his silence speaks,

and speaks that which cannot be spoken. All his movements, all his gestures are that of a dancer,

so full of grace, so full of beauty that he stands incomparable in the long history of mankind. He

does not believe in a god, but he says, ”I can believe in a god if he is capable of dance.” He believes

in the dance of life, and he believes in the song the whole universe is made of.

He is a totally different kind of man than those you have become accustomed to know as saints,

as sages, as messengers of god, as prophets, as messiahs. He is too human to pretend all that

nonsense, and he is too proud of being human to be a prophet or a messiah.

He is so fulfilled as a human being, that even a god has nothing to give him. He is overflowing with

love, overflowing with sharing, overflowing with dreams, the greatest dreams that have ever been

dreamt – dreams of human beings going through a metamorphosis and becoming super-human,

going beyond all that is animal in man, transcending all that is mean and ugly, reaching to the

heights of pure consciousness, blissfulness, ecstasy and creativity.

Such a man is the rarest of the rare. Each of his words is so full of beauty, that even twenty-

five centuries have not been able to take away their freshness, their originality. He has not been

succeeded by anyone, he still remains alone in immense purity and ecstasy, and perhaps he will

always remain without a companion – his height is such; Everest cannot have companions.

IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A

LEAPING FOUNTAIN.

There have been great human beings who have prayed that their souls should move from darkness

to light, from death to immortality, from untruth to truth. Zarathustra is not one of them. He is capable

of transforming the very darkness into a new dimension of existence. There is no need to create

the contradiction between the darkness and the light, between the day and the night. The day has

its own beauty, but it also has its flaws. Light is always superficial, it has no depth, light is always

dependent. Dependent on certain fuel: as the fuel is finished the light is finished. The light is caused

– it is an effect.

Even the great sun that has been giving us light for billions of years, has become old and everyday

its reservoir is becoming emptier. Scientists say that in perhaps a few million years it will have spent

all its fuel, all its energy. It will become a dark star and the moment the sun becomes dark, life on

this planet will disappear immediately – it depends on the sunrays, it is nourished by the sun.

The day has its beauties, the day has its mornings; the awakening of the trees and the birds. The

day has a life of its own, but there is no need to choose between day and night because night has

its own beauty, its own truth.

Darkness has silence; compared to the silence of darkness, light is very poor. Silence has depth,

immense depth, and the silence of the night is not the silence of a graveyard, it is a silence full of

song – many songs. The stars have their own songs, their own dance; the moon has its own song,

its own dance. And even the earth, surrounded in darkness, is not dead – it is fully alive, it has

a music; those who have ears can feel it. The wind passing through the pine trees brings its own

songs, and the water descending from the mountains also brings its own dance.

Zarathustra wants to have both. When you can have both, why create this contradiction?

”Lead me from darkness to light,” means you are afraid of darkness, you are still childish.

”Lead me from darkness to light,” is nothing but a fear-oriented prayer. Otherwise, night is a rest, a

relaxation, a rejuvenation, a preparation for the next day. It takes away all your tiredness, it takes

away all the dust that has gathered in the day, and in the morning you are again young, again fresh,

again ready to create something. But it is in the womb of the night that you attain this freshness, this

youth, this energy.

It is in the night that all the great dreams have happened to humanity. They may take hundreds

of years to become realities, but everything that has become real has come to man first only as a

dream. Night is not only the womb where you get your life refreshed, it is also the womb where you

get the dreams for your future progress.

Zarathustra wants never to choose. His message is of a choiceless awareness, a life of choiceless

awareness; enjoying everything that existence provides you with. Why cling to the light?, why not

explore the beauty of darkness too? Why cling to life?, why not adventure into the unknown lands

of death? Those who had been praying, ”God, lead us from death to life,” must be obsessed and

deeply afraid. And the person who is afraid of death cannot live his life totally, because death is not

separate from life just as darkness is not separate from light.

Zarathustra will not choose. Zarathustra will enjoy and sing the song of the day, the song of the

night. He will dance in the early morning sun, and he will also dance under the starry night.

IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER – because everything

becomes silent: the birds have gone to sleep, the animals have gone to sleep, the people have

gone to sleep, the marketplaces have disappeared. A great silence has descended all over the

planet, now even a whisper sounds louder.

NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A LEAPING

FOUNTAIN.

IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE

SONG OF A LOVER.

It is something to go deep into. Love has some deep roots in the night. Perhaps in darkness it is

easier to put your personality aside, to put your mask aside, to be naked and to be authentic and to

be true. Perhaps in the dark it is easier to melt into each other, to merge into each other; to forget

the I and the thou.

In the day it is a little difficult; in the light you want your make-up, you want your mask, you want to

show yourself the best you can. You want to hide all that you are afraid of; if people come to know

about it perhaps they will not like you, they will not love you, they will not accept you. Night gives

you a freedom which day takes away. It seems relevant that love has its roots in the night.

IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. The false personalities

disappear and real individuals, without any fear of exposure, in their utter nakedness in the dark can

put their seriousness aside and be playful. And unless lovers can play like children, love remains

very superficial and meaningless. Unless love becomes an innocent play and fun and a laughter, a

song, a dance – it is not love. Then it must be something of the marketplace, a commodity which

can be shown, which can be purchased.

Only in the darkness are you authentically yourself; you are no more afraid of the society and

the crowd – because there is no crowd in darkness; you are alone, there is no society, there is

no religion, there is no church, there is no priest, there is no foolish man. Darkness gives you a

freedom, the freedom that happens only when you are left absolutely alone. Only in this aloneness,

lovers can sing, lovers can enjoy. Only in this darkness, mind stops chattering, stops arguing, allows

the heart to have its say. The song of love is nothing but the song of the heart.

AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE SONG OF A LOVER. You will find your soul too in the silence of

darkness because it is not of the mind; it is even deeper than the heart, but heart is a bridge. If you

can sing a song of love you are not far away from the sound of your soul – it is very close. Love and

your soul are neighbors.

SOMETHING UNQUENCHED, UNQUENCHABLE, IS IN ME, THAT WANTS TO SPEAK OUT. A

CRAVING FOR LOVE IS IN ME, THAT ITSELF SPEAKS THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE.

LIGHT AM I: AH, THAT I WERE NIGHT! BUT THIS IS MY SOLITUDE, THAT I AM GIRDED ROUND

WITH LIGHT....

I LIVE IN MY OWN LIGHT, I DRINK BACK INTO MYSELF THE FLAMES THAT BREAK FROM ME.

I DO NOT KNOWTHE JOY OF THE RECEIVER; AND I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT STEALING

MUST BE MORE BLESSED THAN RECEIVING.

Zarathustra again and again emphasizes the fact that to give something to someone is to hurt his

pride. Hence, giving has to be very articulate, very artful. You should not give in such a way that the

other is humiliated. But that’s what happens. People really don’t want to give, they want to humiliate.

Giving is just an excuse for hurting the pride of someone – it is ugly and inhuman.

Giving needs a great heart, and a great art. It should be given in such an indirect way that the

receiver does not feel any kind of humiliation, but on the contrary feels a great love, feels your

acceptance, feels that you have enjoyed giving to him more than he has enjoyed receiving, feels

that he is not obliged to you but you are obliged to him. One should give in such a way that the other

is respected, raised higher.

I DO NOT KNOW THE JOY OF THE RECEIVER. Zarathustra says, ”I am poor in the sense that I

do not know the joy of the receiver; because I am so fulfilled I do not need anything. I am so entirely

complete that there is no way for anyone to give anything to me.”

Hence, I DO NOT KNOW THE JOY OF THE RECEIVER; AND I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT

STEALING MUST BE MORE BLESSED THAN RECEIVING. I do not know the joy of receiving, but

I have seen people receiving things, and I have seen their pride is hurt, their dignity destroyed. They

are turned into beggars. That’s why I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT STEALING MUST BE MORE

BLESSED THAN RECEIVING.

It is better to steal, at least your dignity is saved. He is saying this not to preach stealing. He is saying

this to make you aware that whenever you give something to someone, you give very cautiously and

very carefully. Give as if giving is your need, not the need of the receiver; that you are burdened,

and it is very kind of the receiver to unburden you.

IT IS MY POVERTY THAT MY HAND NEVER RESTS FROM GIVING. He has so much that he

goes on giving his love, his wisdom, his original insights but he is saying ”It is my poverty, don’t feel

offended. I am not trying to prove myself rich by giving you something. I am simply proving my

poverty” – a very strange idea, but very significant.

When the season of rain comes and the rainclouds hover over you, full of rain water, they want to

shower, not that they are concerned with the thirsty earth, but because they are too much burdened

with the water; it is becoming heavier and heavier. It is out of this burden, out of this heaviness, that

they shower. It is their poverty, they could not contain more, they are too small, their capacity is too

small; they become burdened too early. This is how every giver should think. Only then whatever he

gives is given out of love; otherwise, it is not a virtue, but a sin.

IT IS MY POVERTY THAT MY HAND NEVER RESTS FROM GIVING; IT IS MY ENVY THAT I SEE

EXPECTANT EYES AND ILLUMINED NIGHTS OF DESIRE. He is certainly very unique in seeing

things from aspects nobody has ever seen – before or after. He says, ”I am envious of expectant

eyes.” He is saying, ”I am envious of the beggars, because they don’t hurt anybody.” In receiving,

how they can hurt anybody? In receiving, they cannot fulfil their egos.

”I am envious.... ”But what can Zarathustra do? He is so full and so overflowing with love and light;

he is helpless. That’s why he says, ”I am poor.” He is helpless, he has to share.

Kabir, one of the great mystics of India, has beautiful statements which are similar. He says, ”When

the tree becomes too heavy with fruit, its branches start going down; they start touching the earth.”

They are too heavy to stand as proud, as egoistic, as they used to be. For the first time their

richness is making them humble; their richness is making them come down to earth. They are

asking somebody to take their fruit so they can become weightless, and again can stand high in the

sky.

Kabir says, ”The same is the situation of one whose being has become a ripe fruit.” He becomes

humble, he becomes poor, he is ready to share with anyone; he does not ask whether you deserve

it or not – all that he wants is to be emptied.

But the problem of spiritual growth is that the more you give the more you have. So you go on giving,

and from unknown sources your cup of life goes on always overflowing; your giving never empties it.

WHERE HAVE THE TEARS OF MY EYE AND THE BLOOM OF MY HEART GONE? OH

SOLITUDE OF ALL GIVERS! OH SILENCE OF ALL LIGHT-GIVERS!

”WHERE HAVE THE TEARS OF MY EYE AND THE BLOOM OF MY HEART GONE?” On the path

there are moments, just as day and night, just as life and death... one moment you are so full that

you can give to the whole world. Your blessings are so many that you cannot conceive you can ever

be empty. However much you go on giving, more and more blessings will be coming to you.

And then there comes the night, and suddenly even tears from your eyes disappear and the flowers

of your heart are suddenly gone. You are not only empty, you have suddenly become a desert; and

just a moment before there was a garden, and just a moment before the spring was in full swing.

But one has to learn the beauty of these moments also. When the path is lost, even your eyes are

dry, your heart is no more flowering.

OH SOLITUDE OF ALL GIVERS! OH SILENCE OF ALL LIGHT-GIVERS! WHAT HAS HAPPENED

TO ME?

MANY SUNS CIRCLE IN EMPTY SPACE: TO ALL THAT IS DARK THEY SPEAK WITH THEIR

LIGHT – TO ME THEY ARE SILENT.

It is strange, MANY SUNS CIRCLE IN EMPTY SPACE: TO ALL THAT IS DARK THEY SPEAK

WITH THEIR LIGHT – TO ME THEY ARE SILENT. Suddenly the whole universe seems to be not

on speaking terms with me, and just a moment before there was such a dialogue, such a deep

communion. This part has been called by the mystics, the dark night of the soul. One has to be

silently watching it – this too will pass. Soon there will be spring again, but the first time when it

comes, it seems you have been living in an illusion – all the beauty, all the sounds, all the dances –

you must have been dreaming.

When everything disappears... but this is the nature of existence, it balances everything; otherwise

life will become a chaos. It is a cosmos, because everything is balanced. One moment there is a

song, another moment nothing grows in you. One has to watch both, and love both, and enjoy both,

understanding them as two sides of the same coin. In this understanding is the ultimate awakening,

in this understanding is enlightenment.

IT IS NIGHT: AH, THAT I MUST BE LIGHT! AND THIRST FOR THE THINGS OF NIGHT! AND

SOLITUDE!

IT IS NIGHT: NOW MY LONGING BREAKS FROM ME LIKE A WELL-SPRING – I LONG FOR

SPEECH.

IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A

LEAPING FOUNTAIN – again the spring has come.

IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE

SONG OF A LOVER.

One has to learn that existence is a dialectic. What appears to be contradictory is not so; it is

complementary, it is absolutely necessary. If a man goes on dancing forever, the dance will kill him.

If a man goes on singing forever, his song will become a madness. The dance also needs rest, the

song also needs rest.

And when you don’t feel any song inside you and you don’t feel any urge to dance – rejoice, that in

this emptiness the seeds are growing. And soon there will be songs, far better than you have known

before; and soon there will again be dance, far greater than you have even dreamt.

But wait – the key word is to wait, and watch. Once you become aware of the wheel... in the East

we have called it the wheel of life and death. The word for the world in the East is jagat, and jagat

means wheel – that which goes on moving. One spoke comes up and goes down, another spoke

comes up and goes down.

The morning is not only just the beginning of the day, it is also the beginning of the night. The

evening is not only the beginning of the night, it is also the beginning of the day.

The moment you understand it, you understand the greatest secret of all.

... THUS SANG ZARATHUSTRA.

Okay, Maneesha?

 

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  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA WAS THIRTY YEARS OLD, HE LEFT HIS HOME AND THE LAKE OF HIS HOME AND WENT INTO THE MOUNTAINS. HERE HE HAD THE ENJOYMENT OF HIS SPIRIT AND HIS SOLITUDE AND HE DID NOT WEARY OF IT FOR TEN YEARS. BUT AT LAST HIS HEART TURNED – AND ONE MORNING HE ROSE WITH THE DAWN, STEPPED BEFORE THE SUN AND SPOKE TO IT THUS: GREAT STAR! WHAT WOULD YOUR HAPPINESS BE, IF YOU HAD NOT THOSE FOR WHOM YOU SHINE! YOU HAVE COME UP HERE TO MY CAVE FOR TEN YEARS: YOU WOULD HAVE GROWN WEARY OF YOUR LIGHT AND OF THIS JOURNEY, WITHOUT ME, MY EAGLE AND MY SERPENT at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 2: Prologue Part 2, ZARATHUSTRA WENT DOWN THE MOUNTAIN ALONE, AND NO ONE MET HIM. BUT WHEN HE ENTERED THE FOREST, AN OLD MAN, WHO HAD LEFT HIS HOLY HUT TO LOOK FOR ROOTS IN THE FOREST, SUDDENLY STOOD BEFORE HIM. AND THE OLD MAN SPOKE THUS TO ZARATHUSTRA: ‘THIS WANDERER IS NO STRANGER TO ME: HE PASSED BY HERE MANY YEARS AGO. HE WAS CALLED ZARATHUSTRA; BUT HE HAS CHANGED. ‘THEN YOU CARRIED YOUR ASHES TO THE MOUNTAINS: WILL YOU TODAY CARRY YOUR FIRE INTO THE VALLEYS? DO YOU NOT FEAR AN INCENDIARY’S PUNISHMENT? ‘YES, I RECOGNIZE ZARATHUSTRA. HIS EYES ARE CLEAR, AND NO DISGUST LURKS ABOUT HIS MOUTH. DOES HE NOT GO ALONG LIKE A DANCER? ‘HOW CHANGED ZARATHUSTRA IS! ZARATHUSTRA HAS BECOME – A CHILD, AN AWAKENED-ONE: WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW WITH THE SLEEPERS? ‘YOU LIVED IN SOLITUDE AS IN THE SEA, AND THE SEA BORE YOU. ALAS, DO YOU WANT TO GO ASHORE? ALAS, DO YOU WANT AGAIN TO DRAG YOUR BODY YOURSELF? at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 3: Prologue Part 3
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 3: Prologue Part 3, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA ARRIVED AT THE NEAREST OF THE TOWNS LYING AGAINST THE FOREST, HE FOUND IN THAT VERY PLACE MANY PEOPLE ASSEMBLED IN THE MARKET SQUARE: FOR IT HAD BEEN ANNOUNCED THAT A TIGHT-ROPE WALKER WOULD BE APPEARING. AND ZARATHUSTRA SPOKE THUS TO THE PEOPLE: I TEACH YOU THE SUPERMAN. MAN IS SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE OVERCOME. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OVERCOME HIM? ALL CREATURES HITHERTO HAVE CREATED SOMETHING BEYOND THEMSELVES: AND DO YOU WANT TO BE THE EBB OF THIS GREAT TIDE, AND RETURN TO THE ANIMALS RATHER THAN OVERCOME MAN? WHAT IS THE APE TO MEN? A LAUGHING-STOCK OR A PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT. AND JUST SO SHALL MAN BE TO THE SUPERMAN: A LAUGHING-STOCK OR A PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT. YOU HAVE MADE YOUR WAY FROM WORM TO MAN, AND MUCH IN YOU IS STILL WORM. ONCE YOU WERE APES, AND EVEN NOW MAN IS MORE OF AN APE THAN ANY APE. BUT HE WHO IS THE WISEST AMONG YOU, HE ALSO IS ONLY A DISCORD AND HYBRID OF PLANT AND OF GHOST. BUT DO I BID YOU BECOME GHOSTS OR PLANTS? at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 4: Prologue 4
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 4: Prologue 4, WHAT IS THE GREATEST THING YOU CAN EXPERIENCE? IT IS THE HOUR OF THE GREAT CONTEMPT. THE HOUR IN WHICH EVEN YOUR HAPPINESS GROWS LOATHSOME TO YOU, AND YOUR REASON AND YOUR VIRTUE ALSO. THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY HAPPINESS? IT IS POVERTY AND DIRT AND A MISERABLE EASE. BUT MY HAPPINESS SHOULD JUSTIFY EXISTENCE ITSELF!’ THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY REASON? DOES IT LONG FOR KNOWLEDGE AS THE LION FOR ITS FOOD? IT IS POVERTY AND DIRT AND A MISERABLE EASE!’ THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY VIRTUE? IT HAS NOT YET DRIVEN ME MAD! HOWTIRED I AM OF MY GOOD AND MY EVIL! IT IS ALL POVERTY AND DIRT AND MISERABLE EASE!.... THE HOUR WHEN YOU SAY, ‘WHAT GOOD IS MY PITY? IS NOT PITY THE CROSS UPON WHICH HE WHO LOVES MAN IS NAILED? BUT MY PITY IS NO CRUCIFIXION!’ HAVE YOU EVER SPOKEN THUS? HAVE YOU EVER CRIED THUS? AH, THAT I HAD HEARD YOU CRYING THUS! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA HAD SPOKEN THESE WORDS HE LOOKED AGAIN AT THE PEOPLE AND FELL SILENT. THERE THEY STAND (HE SAID TO HIS HEART), THERE THEY LAUGH: THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND ME, I AM NOT THE MOUTH FOR THESE EARS. MUST ONE FIRST SHATTER THEIR EARS TO TEACH THEM TO HEAR WITH THEIR EYES? MUST ONE RUMBLE LIKE DRUMS AND LENTEN PREACHERS? OR DO THEY BELIEVE ONLY THOSE WHO STAMMER? THEY HAVE SOMETHING OF WHICH THEY ARE PROUD. WHAT IS IT CALLED THAT MAKES THEM PROUD? THEY CALL IT CULTURE, IT DISTINGUISHES THEM FROM THE GOATHERDS. THEREFORE THEY DISLIKE HEARING THE WORD ’CONTEMPT’ SPOKEN OF THEM. SO I SHALL SPEAK TO THEIR PRIDE. SO I SHALL SPEAK TO THEM OF THE MOST CONTEMPTIBLE MAN: AND THAT IS THE ULTIMATE MAN. AND THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA TO THE PEOPLE: IT IS TIME FOR MAN TO FIX HIS GOAL. IT IS TIME FOR MAN TO PLANT THE SEED OF HIS HIGHEST HOPE at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 6: Prologue Part 6
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 6: Prologue Part 6, FOLLOWING HIS SPEECH ABOUT THE ULTIMATE MAN, ZARATHUSTRA REALIZES THAT THE PEOPLE HAVE MISUNDERSTOOD HIM, FOR THEY NOW CRY OUT TO HIM FOR THE ULTIMATE MAN, TELLING HIM HE CAN HAVE THE SUPERMAN. WHILE HE PONDERS ON THIS, THE TIGHT-ROPE WALKER BEGINS HIS ACT – WALKING ACROSS A ROPE SUSPENDED HIGH ABOVE THE PEOPLE IN THE MARKET SQUARE, BETWEEN TWO TOWERS. WHEN HE REACHES THE MID-POINT, SUDDENLY A FIGURE DRESSED AS A BUFFOON APPEARS FROM ONE OF THE TOWERS, AND PROCEEDS TO FOLLOW THE TIGHT-ROPE WALKER, SHOUTING OUT AND ABUSING HIM. HE MAKES TO JUMP OVER THE TIGHTROPE WALKER, WHO LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS, LANDING QUITE CLOSE TO WHERE ZARATHUSTRA IS STANDING. ZARATHUSTRA STAYS WITH THE DYING MAN LONG AFTER EVENING HAS COME AND THE CROWD DISPERSED at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 7: Of the three metamorphoses
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 7: Of the three metamorphoses, I NAME YOU THREE METAMORPHOSES OF THE SPIRIT: HOW THE SPIRIT SHALL BECOME A CAMEL, AND THE CAMEL A LION, AND THE LION AT LAST A CHILD. THERE ARE MANY HEAVY THINGS FOR THE SPIRIT, FOR THE STRONG, WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT IN WHICH DWELL RESPECT AND AWE: ITS STRENGTH LONGS FOR THE HEAVY, FOR THE HEAVIEST. WHAT IS HEAVY? THUS ASKS THE WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT, THUS IT KNEELS DOWN LIKE THE CAMEL AND WANTS TO BE WELL LADEN. WHAT IS THE HEAVIEST THING, YOU HEROES? SO ASKS THE WEIGHT-BEARING SPIRIT, THAT I MAY TAKE IT UPON ME AND REJOICE IN MY STRENGTH. IS IT NOT THIS: TO DEBASE YOURSELF IN ORDER TO INJURE YOUR PRIDE?... OR IS IT THIS: TO DESERT OUR CAUSE WHEN IT IS CELEBRATING ITS VICTORY? TO CLIMB HIGH MOUNTAINS IN ORDER TO TEMPT THE TEMPTER?... OR IS IT THIS: TO LOVE THOSE WHO DESPISE US AND TO OFFER OUR HAND TO THE GHOST WHEN IT WANTS TO FRIGHTEN US? at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 8: Of the despisers of the body and the joys and the passions
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 8: Of the despisers of the body and the joys and the passions, YOU SAY ‘I’ AND YOU ARE PROUD OF THIS WORD. BUT GREATER THAN THIS – ALTHOUGH YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE IN IT – IS YOUR BODY AND ITS GREAT INTELLIGENCE, WHICH DOES NOT SAY ‘I’ BUT PERFORMS ‘I’. WHAT THE SENSE FEELS, WHAT THE SPIRIT PERCEIVES, IS NEVER AN END IN ITSELF. BUT SENSE AND SPIRIT WOULD LIKE TO PERSUADE YOU THAT THEY ARE THE END OF ALL THINGS: THEY ARE AS VAIN AS THAT. SENSE AND SPIRIT ARE INSTRUMENTS AND TOYS: BEHIND THEM STILL LIES THE SELF. THE SELF SEEKS WITH THE EYES OF THE SENSE, IT LISTENS TOO WITH THE EARS OF THE SPIRIT. THE SELF IS ALWAYS LISTENING AND SEEKING: IT COMPARES, SUBDUES, CONQUERS, DESTROYS. IT RULES AND IS ALSO THE EGO’S RULER. BEHIND YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, MY BROTHER, STANDS A MIGHTY COMMANDER, AN UNKNOWN SAGE – HE IS CALLED SELF. HE LIVES IN YOUR BODY, HE IS YOUR BODY. THERE IS MORE REASON IN YOUR BODY THAN IN YOUR BEST WISDOM. AND WHO KNOWS FOR WHAT PURPOSE YOUR BODY REQUIRES PRECISELY YOUR BEST WISDOM?... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 9: Of live and love and of war and warriors
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 9: Of live and love and of war and warriors, WHAT HAVE WE IN COMMON WITH THE ROSEBUD, WHICH TREMBLES BECAUSE A DROP OF DEW IS LYING UPON IT? IT IS TRUE: WE LOVE LIFE, NOT BECAUSE WE ARE USED TO LIVING BUT BECAUSE WE ARE USED TO LOVING. THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN MADNESS IN LOVE. BUT ALSO THERE IS ALWAYS A CERTAIN METHOD IN MADNESS. AND TO ME TOO, WHO LOVE LIFE, IT SEEMS THAT BUTTERFLIES AND SOAP-BUBBLES, AND WHATEVER IS LIKE THEM AMONG MEN, KNOW MOST ABOUT HAPPINESS. TO SEE THESE LIGHT, FOOLISH, DAINTY, AFFECTING LITTLE SOULS FLUTTER ABOUT – THAT MOVES ZARATHUSTRA TO TEARS AND TO SONG. I SHOULD BELIEVE ONLY IN A GOD WHO UNDERSTOOD HOW TO DANCE. OF WAR AND WARRIORS WE DO NOT WISH TO BE SPARED BY OUR BEST ENEMIES, NOR BY THOSE WHOM WE LOVE FROM THE VERY HEART. SO LET ME TELL YOU THE TRUTH! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 10: Of the new idol and of the flies of the marketplace, THERE ARE STILL PEOPLES AND HERDS SOMEWHERE, BUT NOT WITH US, MY BROTHERS: HERE THERE ARE STATES.... THE STATE IS THE COLDEST OF ALL COLD MONSTERS. COLDLY IT LIES, TOO; AND THIS LIE CREEPS FROM ITS MOUTH: ’I, THE STATE, AM THE PEOPLE.’ IT IS A LIE! IT WAS CREATORS WHO CREATED PEOPLES AND HUNG A FAITH AND A LOVE OVER THEM: THUS THEY SERVED LIFE. IT IS DESTROYERS WHO SET SNARES FOR MANY AND CALL IT THE STATE: THEY HANG A SWORD AND A HUNDRED DESIRES OVER THEM. WHERE A PEOPLE STILL EXISTS, THERE THE PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE STATE AND HATE IT AS THE EVIL EYE AND SIN AGAINST CUSTOM AND LAW.... A FREE LIFE STILL REMAINS FOR GREAT SOULS. TRULY, HE WHO POSSESSES LITTLE IS SO MUCH THE LESS POSSESSED: PRAISED BE A MODERATE POVERTY! ONLY THERE, WHERE THE STATE CEASES, DOES THE MAN WHO IS NOT SUPERFLUOUS BEGIN: DOES THE SONG OF THE NECESSARY MAN, THE UNIQUE AND IRREPLACEABLE MELODY, BEGIN at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 11: Of the friend
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 11: Of the friend, OUR FAITH IN OTHERS BETRAYS WHEREIN WE WOULD DEARLY LIKE TO HAVE FAITH IN OURSELVES. OUR LONGING FOR A FRIEND IS OUR BETRAYER. AND OFTEN WITH OUR LOVE WE ONLYWANT TO LEAP OVER ENVY. AND OFTEN WE ATTACK AND MAKE AN ENEMY IN ORDER TO CONCEAL THAT WE ARE VULNERABLE TO ATTACK. ‘AT LEAST BE MY ENEMY!’ – THUS SPEAKS THE TRUE REVERENCE THAT DOES NOT VENTURE TO ASK FOR FRIENDSHIP. IF YOU WANT A FRIEND, YOU MUST ALSO BE WILLING TO WAGE WAR FOR HIM: AND TO WAGE WAR, YOU MUST BE CAPABLE OF BEING AN ENEMY. YOU SHOULD HONOUR EVEN THE ENEMY IN YOUR FRIEND. CAN YOU GO NEAR TO YOUR FRIEND WITHOUT GOING OVER TO HIM? IN YOUR FRIEND YOU SHOULD POSSESS YOUR BEST ENEMY. YOUR HEART SHOULD FEEL CLOSEST TO HIM WHEN YOU OPPOSE HIM.... HE WHO MAKES NO SECRET OF HIMSELF EXCITES ANGER IN OTHERS: THAT IS HOW MUCH REASON YOU HAVE TO FEAR NAKEDNESS. IF YOU WERE GODS YOU COULD THEN BE ASHAMED OF YOUR CLOTHES! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 12: Of the thousand and one goals
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 12: Of the thousand and one goals, NO PEOPLE COULD LIVE WITHOUT EVALUATING; BUT IF IT WISHES TO MAINTAIN ITSELF IT MUST NOT EVALUATE AS ITS NEIGHBOR EVALUATES. MUCH THAT SEEMED GOOD TO ONE PEOPLE SEEMED SHAME AND DISGRACE TO ANOTHER: THUS I FOUND. I FOUND MUCH THAT WAS CALLED EVIL IN ONE PLACE WAS IN ANOTHER DECKED WITH PURPLE HONOURS.... A TABLE OF VALUES HANGS OVER EVERY PEOPLE. BEHOLD, IT IS THE TABLE OF ITS OVERCOMINGS; BEHOLD, IT IS THE VOICE OF ITS WILL TO POWER. WHAT IT ACCOUNTS HARD IT CALLS PRAISEWORTHY; WHAT IT ACCOUNTS INDISPENSABLE AND HARD IT CALLS GOOD; AND THAT WHICH RELIEVES THE GREATEST NEED, THE RARE, THE HARDEST OF ALL – IT GLORIFIES AS HOLY. WHATEVER CAUSES IT TO RULE AND CONQUER AND GLITTER, TO THE DREAD AND ENVY OF ITS NEIGHBOR, THAT IT ACCOUNTS THE SUBLIMEST, THE PARAMOUNT, THE EVALUATION AND THE MEANING OF ALL THINGS.... MAN FIRST IMPLANTED VALUES INTO THINGS TO MAINTAIN HIMSELF – HE CREATED THE MEANING OF THINGS, A HUMAN MEANING! THEREFORE HE CALLS HIMSELF: ‘MAN’, THAT IS: THE EVALUATOR at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 13: Of love of one’s neighbor
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 13: Of love of one’s neighbor, YOU FLEE TO YOUR NEIGHBOR AWAY FROM YOURSELVES AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VIRTUE OF IT: BUT I SEE THROUGH YOUR ‘SELFLESSNESS’.... DO I EXHORT YOU TO LOVE OF YOUR NEIGHBOR? I EXHORT YOU RATHER TO FLIGHT FROM YOUR NEIGHBOR AND TO LOVE OF THE MOST DISTANT! HIGHER THAN LOVE OF ONE’S NEIGHBOR STANDS LOVE OF THE MOST DISTANT MAN AND OF THE MAN OF THE FUTURE; HIGHER STILL THAN LOVE OF MAN I ACCOUNT LOVE OF CAUSES AND OF PHANTOMS. THIS PHANTOM THAT RUNS ALONG BEHIND YOU, MY BROTHER, IS FAIRER THAN YOU; WHY DO YOU NOT GIVE IT YOUR FLESH AND BONES? BUT YOU ARE AFRAID AND YOU RUN TO YOUR NEIGHBOR.... YOU INVITE IN A WITNESS WHEN YOU WANT TO SPEAK WELL OF YOURSELVES; AND WHEN YOU HAVE MISLED HIM INTO THINKING WELL OF YOU, YOU THEN THINK WELL OF YOURSELVES.... ONE MAN RUNS TO HIS NEIGHBOR BECAUSE HE IS LOOKING FOR HIMSELF, AND ANOTHER BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LOSE HIMSELF. YOUR BAD LOVE OF YOURSELVES MAKES SOLITUDE A PRISON TO YOU.... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 14: Of the way of the creator, MY BROTHER, DO YOU WANT TO GO APART AND BE ALONE? DO YOU WANT TO SEEK THE WAY TO YOURSELF? PAUSE JUST A MOMENT AND LISTEN TO ME. ‘HE WHO SEEKS MAY EASILY GET LOST HIMSELF. IT IS A CRIME TO GO APART AND BE ALONE’ – THUS SPEAKS THE HERD. THE VOICE OF THE HERD WILL STILL RING WITHIN YOU. AND WHEN YOU SAY: ‘WE HAVE NO LONGER THE SAME CONSCIENCE, YOU AND I’, IT WILL BE A LAMENT AND A GRIEF. FOR SEE, IT IS STILL THIS SAME CONSCIENCE THAT CAUSES YOUR GRIEF: AND THE LAST GLIMMER OF THIS CONSCIENCE STILL GLOWS IN YOUR AFFLICTION. BUT YOU WANT TO GO THE WAY OF YOUR AFFLICTION, WHICH IS THE WAY TO YOURSELF? IF SO, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR IT AND YOUR RIGHT TO IT! ARE YOU A NEW STRENGTH AND A NEW RIGHT? A FIRST MOTION? A SELF-PROPELLING WHEEL? CAN YOU ALSO COMPEL STARS TO REVOLVE ABOUT YOU? ALAS, THERE IS SO MUCH LUSTING FOR EMINENCE! THERE IS SO MUCH CONVULSION OF THE AMBITIOUS!... at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 15: Of justice
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 15: Of justice, WHEN YOU HAVE AN ENEMY, DO NOT REQUITE HIM GOOD FOR EVIL: FOR THAT WOULD MAKE HIM ASHAMED. BUT PROVE THAT HE HAS DONE SOMETHING GOOD TO YOU. BETTER TO BE ANGRY THAN MAKE ASHAMED! AND WHEN YOU ARE CURSED, I DO NOT LIKE IT THAT YOU THEN WANT TO BLESS. RATHER CURSE BACK A LITTLE! AND SHOULD A GREAT INJUSTICE BE DONE YOU, THEN QUICKLY DO FIVE LITTLE INJUSTICES BESIDES. HE WHO BEARS INJUSTICE ALONE IS TERRIBLE TO BEHOLD. DID YOU KNOW THIS ALREADY? SHARED INJUSTICE IS HALF JUSTICE. AND HE WHO CAN BEAR IT SHOULD TAKE THE INJUSTICE UPON HIMSELF. A LITTLE REVENGE IS MORE HUMAN THAN NO REVENGE AT ALL. AND IF THE PUNISHMENT BE NOT ALSO A RIGHT AND AN HONOUR FOR THE TRANSGRESSOR, THEN I DO NOT LIKE YOUR PUNISHMENT. IT IS MORE NOBLE TO DECLARE YOURSELF WRONG THAN TO MAINTAIN YOU ARE RIGHT, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT. ONLY YOU MUST BE RICH ENOUGH FOR IT. I DO NOT LIKE YOUR COLD JUSTICE; AND FROM THE EYE OF YOUR JUDGES THERE ALWAYS GAZES ONLY THE EXECUTIONER AND HIS COLD STEEL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 16: Of voluntary death
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 16: Of voluntary death, MANY DIE TOO LATE AND SOME DIE TOO EARLY. STILL THE DOCTRINE SOUNDS STRANGE: ‘DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME.’DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME: THUS ZARATHUSTRA TEACHES. TO BE SURE, HE WHO NEVER LIVED AT THE RIGHT TIME COULD HARDLY DIE AT THE RIGHT TIME! BETTER IF HE WERE NEVER TO BE BORN! – THUS I ADVISE THE SUPERFLUOUS. BUT EVEN THE SUPERFLUOUS MAKE A GREAT THING OF THEIR DYING; YES, EVEN THE HOLLOWEST NUT WANTS TO BE CRACKED. EVERYONE TREATS DEATH AS AN IMPORTANT MATTER: BUT AS YET DEATH IS NOT A FESTIVAL. AS YET, MEN HAVE NOT LEARNED TO CONSECRATE THE FAIREST FESTIVALS. I SHALL SHOW YOU THE CONSUMMATING DEATH, WHICH SHALL BE A SPUR AND A PROMISE TO THE LIVING. THE MAN CONSUMMATING HIS LIFE DIES HIS DEATH TRIUMPHANTLY.... TO DIE THUS IS THE BEST DEATH; BUT THE SECOND BEST IS: TO DIE IN BATTLE AND TO SQUANDER A GREAT SOUL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 17: Of the bestowing virtue, part 1
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 17: Of the bestowing virtue, part 1 , TELL ME: HOW DID GOLD COME TO HAVE THE HIGHEST VALUE? BECAUSE IT IS UNCOMMON AND USELESS AND SHINING AND MELLOW IN LUSTRE; IT ALWAYS BESTOWS ITSELF. ONLY AS AN IMAGE OF THE HIGHEST VIRTUE DID GOLD COME TO HAVE THE HIGHEST VALUE. GOLD-LIKE GLEAMS THE GLANCE OF THE GIVER.... THE HIGHEST VIRTUE IS UNCOMMON AND USELESS, IT IS SHINING AND MELLOW IN LUSTRE: THE HIGHEST VIRTUE IS A BESTOWING VIRTUE. TRULY, I DIVINE YOU WELL, MY DISCIPLES, YOU ASPIRE TO THE BESTOWING VIRTUE, AS I DO.... YOU THIRST TO BECOME SACRIFICES AND GIFTS YOURSELVES; AND THAT IS WHY YOU THIRST TO HEAP UP ALL RICHES IN YOUR SOUL. YOUR SOUL ASPIRES INSATIABLY AFTER TREASURES AND JEWELS, BECAUSE YOUR VIRTUE IS INSATIABLE IN WANTING TO GIVE. YOU COMPEL ALL THINGS TO COME TO YOU AND INTO YOU, THAT THEY MAY FLOW BACK FROM YOUR FOUNTAIN AS GIFTS OF YOUR LOVE at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 18: Of the bestowing virtue, part 2
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 18: Of the bestowing virtue, part 2, HERE ZARATHUSTRA FELL SILENT A WHILE AND REGARDED HIS DISCIPLES LOVINGLY. THEN HE WENT ON SPEAKING THUS, AND HIS VOICE WAS DIFFERENT: STAY LOYAL TO THE EARTH, MY BROTHERS, WITH THE POWER OF YOUR VIRTUE! MAY YOUR BESTOWING LOVE AND YOUR KNOWLEDGE SERVE TOWARDS THE MEANING OF THE EARTH! THUS I BEG AND ENTREAT YOU.... A HUNDRED TIMES HAS SPIRIT AS WELL AS VIRTUE EXPERIMENTED AND GONE ASTRAY. YES, MAN WAS AN EXPERIMENT. ALAS, MUCH IGNORANCE AND ERROR HAS BECOME BODY IN US! NOT ONLY THE REASON OF MILLENNIA – THE MADNESS OF MILLENNIA TOO BREAKS OUT IN US. IT IS DANGEROUS TO BE AN HEIR. WE ARE STILL FIGHTING STEP BY STEP WITH THE GIANT CHANCE, AND HITHERTO THE SENSELESS, THE MEANINGLESS, HAS STILL RULED OVER MANKIND. MAY YOUR SPIRIT AND YOUR VIRTUE SERVE THE MEANING OF THE EARTH, MY BROTHERS: AND MAY THE VALUE OF ALL THINGS BE FIXED ANEW BY YOU. TO THAT END YOU SHOULD BE FIGHTERS! TO THAT END YOU SHOULD BE CREATORS! THE BODY PURIFIES ITSELF THROUGH KNOWLEDGE; EXPERIMENTING WITH KNOWLEDGE IT ELEVATES ITSELF.... at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 19: Of the bestowing virtue, part 3
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 19: Of the bestowing virtue, part 3, WHEN ZARATHUSTRA HAD SAID THESE WORDS HE PAUSED LIKE ONE WHO HAS NOT SAID HIS LAST WORD; LONG HE BALANCED THE STAFF DOUBTFULLY IN HIS HAND. AT LAST HE SPOKE THUS, AND HIS VOICE WAS DIFFERENT: I NOWGO AWAY ALONE, MY DISCIPLES! YOU TOO NOWGO AWAY AND BE ALONE! SO I WILL HAVE IT. TRULY, I ADVISE YOU: GO AWAY FROM ME AND GUARD YOURSELVES AGAINST ZARATHUSTRA! AND BETTER STILL: BE ASHAMED OF HIM! PERHAPS HE HAS DECEIVED YOU. THE MAN OF KNOWLEDGE MUST BE ABLE NOT ONLY TO LOVE HIS ENEMIES BUT ALSO TO HATE HIS FRIENDS. ONE REPAYS A TEACHER BADLY IF ONE REMAINS ONLY A PUPIL. AND WHY, THEN, SHOULD YOU NOT PLUCK AT MY LAURELS? YOU RESPECT ME; BUT HOW IF ONE DAY YOUR RESPECT SHOULD TUMBLE? TAKE CARE THAT A FALLING STATUE DOES NOT STRIKE YOU DEAD! at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 20: On the blissful islands
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 20: On the blissful islands, ZARATHUSTRA HAS RETURNED TO THE MOUNTAINS WHERE HE LIVES A SOLITARY EXISTENCE FOR MANY YEARS – UNTIL ONE MORNING HE HAS A DREAM. FILLED WITH NEW RESOLVE AND AN OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO SHARE HIS WORDS WITH HIS FRIENDS, ZARATHUSTRA SPEAKS THUS: BEHOLD, WHAT ABUNDANCE IS AROUND US! AND IT IS FINE TO GAZE OUT UPON DISTANT SEAS FROM THE MIDST OF SUPERFLUITY. ONCE YOU SAID ‘GOD’ WHEN YOU GAZED UPON DISTANT SEAS; BUT NOW I HAVE TAUGHT YOU TO SAY ‘SUPERMAN’. GOD IS A SUPPOSITION; BUT I WANT YOUR SUPPOSING TO REACH NO FURTHER THAN YOUR CREATING WILL. COULD YOU CREATE A GOD? – SO BE SILENT ABOUT ALL GODS! BUT YOU COULD SURELY CREATE THE SUPERMAN. PERHAPS NOT YOU YOURSELVES, MY BROTHERS! BUT YOU COULD TRANSFORM YOURSELVES INTO FOREFATHERS AND ANCESTORS OF THE SUPERMAN: AND LET THIS BE YOUR FINEST CREATING! at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 21: Of the compassionate
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 21: Of the compassionate, AS LONG AS MEN HAVE EXISTED, MAN HAS ENJOYED HIMSELF TOO LITTLE: THAT ALONE, MY BROTHERS, IS OUR ORIGINAL SIN! AND IF WE LEARN BETTER TO ENJOY OURSELVES, WE BEST UNLEARN HOW TO DO HARM TO OTHERS AND TO CONTRIVE HARM. THEREFORE I WASH MY HAND WHEN IT HAS HELPED A SUFFERER, THEREFORE I WIPE MY SOUL CLEAN AS WELL. FOR I SAWTHE SUFFERER SUFFER, AND BECAUSE I SAWIT IWAS ASHAMED ON ACCOUNT OF HIS SHAME; AND WHEN I HELPED HIM, THEN I SORELY INJURED HIS PRIDE.... ‘BE RESERVED IN ACCEPTING! HONOUR A MAN BY ACCEPTING FROM HIM!’ – THUS I ADVISE THOSE WHO HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE. I, HOWEVER, AM A GIVER: I GIVE GLADLY AS A FRIEND TO FRIENDS. BUT STRANGERS AND THE POOR MAY PLUCK THE FRUIT FROM MY TREE FOR THEMSELVES: IT CAUSES LESS SHAME THAT WAY.... AND WE ARE THE MOST UNFAIR, NOT TOWARDS HIM WHOM WE DO NOT LIKE, BUT TOWARDS HIM FOR WHOM WE FEEL NOTHING AT ALL at energyenhancement.org

  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 22: Of the priests
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 22: Of the priests, AND ONE DAY ZARATHUSTRA MADE A SIGN TO HIS DISCIPLES AND SPOKE THESE WORDS TO THEM: HERE ARE PRIESTS: AND ALTHOUGH THEY ARE MY ENEMIES, PASS THEM BY QUIETLY AND WITH SLEEPING SWORDS!... THEY ARE BAD ENEMIES: NOTHING IS MORE REVENGEFUL THAN THEIR HUMILITY. AND HE WHO TOUCHES THEM IS EASILY DEFILED.... HE WHOM THEY CALL REDEEMER HAS CAST THEM INTO BONDAGE – INTO THE BONDAGE OF FALSE VALUES AND FALSE SCRIPTURES! AH, THAT SOMEONE WOULD REDEEM THEM FROM THEIR REDEEMER!... OH, JUST LOOK AT THESE HUTS THAT THESE PRIESTS HAVE BUILT THEMSELVES. CHURCHES THEY CALL THEIR SWEETSMELLING CAVES! OH THIS COUNTERFEIT LIGHT! OH THIS MUSTY AIR! HERE, WHERE THE SOUL MAY NOT FLY UP TO ITS HEIGHT! at energyenhancement.org
  • Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 23: The night song
    Zarathustra, A God That Can Dance Chapter 23: The night song, IT IS NIGHT: NOW DO ALL LEAPING FOUNTAINS SPEAK LOUDER. AND MY SOUL TOO IS A LEAPING FOUNTAIN. IT IS NIGHT: ONLY NOW DO ALL SONGS OF LOVERS AWAKEN. AND MY SOUL TOO IS THE SONG OF A LOVER. SOMETHING UNQUENCHED, UNQUENCHABLE, IS IN ME, THAT WANTS TO SPEAK OUT. A CRAVING FOR LOVE IS IN ME, THAT ITSELF SPEAKS THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE. LIGHT AM I: AH, THAT I WERE NIGHT! BUT THIS IS MY SOLITUDE, THAT I AM GIRDED ROUND WITH LIGHT.... I LIVE IN MY OWN LIGHT, I DRINK BACK INTO MYSELF THE FLAMES THAT BREAK FROM ME. I DO NOT KNOWTHE JOY OF THE RECEIVER; AND I HAVE OFTEN DREAMED THAT STEALING MUST BE MORE BLESSED THAN RECEIVING. IT IS MY POVERTY THAT MY HAND NEVER RESTS FROM GIVING; IT IS MY ENVY THAT I SEE EXPECTANT EYES AND ILLUMINED NIGHTS OF DESIRE.... at energyenhancement.org

 

 

 
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