Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – and three dragons?

Dear Princess Gaia,

I cannot believe, that all these things finally start happening, 200 years after I tried myself to bring about change into the world. Yes, my dear. 200 years ago, I incarnated myself into a Human body. My name these days was Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. I found some diary entries about me being him. Indeed, many things in my life seem so forgotten. In one of your letters, you wrote something about being called a “healing artist”. This was, when I remembered, went down into my huge library and started searching. I have a whole book on “healing artists”, there are other names too. Some unknown, some known, all of them had missions like you have yours. One time in my life, I had the feeling of going down on the Earth surface myself, because there was an urgency of change. And I went as Goethe.

This is some of the writing, I found:

 

Dear diary, 
I think, I did the wrong thing, because now, that I sit in the same soup I cook, I cannot see from the outside, which ingredient is missing and I cannot control stirring it. Down here, on Earth, everything seems too fast and, if I may say so, the soup is too … hm … maybe salty, maybe sugary, maybe spicy, maybe I have no sense of taste anymore. All I know, that my name is Goethe, and that after I left all my duties in Weimar and ran away to Italy, hiding somewhere, wanting to leave my own system again to step back on the meta-position, a feeling of “don´t give up” told me to give it another try. Yes, my dear diary I went back to Weimar, because: “Everything we encounter leaves traces behind. Everything contributes imperceptibly to our education.” I will try to leave traces behind and I will encourage those living to get ready for the change on me, mother Earth. “Life belongs to the living, and those who live must be prepared for change.” Now, back in Weimar, I have the duke’s friendship back, which is wonderful. He told me, that he was “with me” all the time, while I have been away, and when I asked him, how he actually means it, he explained, that he was in trouble, when he had to make decisions. Then he tried to think about the debates with me and about the way I made decisions in the offices I held, while I have still been there. Sometimes, he admitted, he even took an empty chair in front of him and pretended, that I would sit there and talk to him. He is a bright person. Very bright, if you ask me, dear diary. 

I have written a quote for him “The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.” Now, that I think again, maybe sitting in the soup is not too bad after all, but I am exhausted and I wish not to stay here much longer. 

Dear Princess, luckily, in these thoughts, another nice thing occurred. Just go on reading.

I met Schiller. 
And Schiller, how can I describe him? Schiller is a friend. A real friend. 
When I first met him, I did not treat him well, he likes to be alone, goes into hiding and is not very resilient, I rarely saw him in his full health yet. But then I remembered my own words: “The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.” And then we connected, it clicked in a magic way. How he could become more stable, he asked the other day, and I answered: “Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words”. Arts, yes, dear diary, arts might be a way to connect all these organs of civil society with each other, arts may make it possible to create interdependency in between individuals with each other, with groups and with the environment. Arts could combine culture and structure, inside and outside, brilliantly. Schiller is not just a friend, sometimes a special magic shines through and I have the feeling to sit together with a dragon. The same feelings sometimes arise, when I am around the duke. And, believe it or not, Fichte, this person who had a massive impact on creating a new thinking even within myself. Three dragons, dear diary. Tell me, should I know something about three dragons? There are some rumours in my Human mind called Goethe, but at the moment I don´t care. I have come to a decision. I won´t stay for long anymore. The world is not ready yet for a change. I am still writing, giving ideas about wholeness, magic or the universe. “When the sound and wholesome nature of man acts as an entirety, when he feels himself in the world as in a grand, beautiful, worthy and worthwhile whole, when this harmonious comfort affords him a pure, untrammeled delight: then the universe, if it could be sensible of itself, would shout for joy at having attained its goal and wonder at the pinnacle of its own essence and evolution. For what end is served by all the expenditure of suns and planets and moons, of stars and Milky Ways, of comets and nebula, of worlds evolving and passing away, if at last a happy man does not involuntarily rejoice in his existence?”  Most people won´t take them. 

Soon with you again, dear diary. 
Sincerely, Gaia

See, dear Princess? Three dragons. Maybe. But the time has not been ready these days.