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Der Morgen war gekommen, und noch immer war er nicht da. Man mußte die Rolljalousien aufziehen, das Geschäft eröffnen, trotzdem er fehlte, er, die Hoffnung des ganzen Hauses. Er war nicht der Sohn des Hauses, aber mehr als ein solcher. Nicht nur sollte er einst das blühende Geschäft fortführen, er galt als der Bräutigam der einzigen Tochter des Hauses, und nicht nur die Zukunft der Firma, auch das Lebensglück dieses jungen Mädchens lag in seiner Hand. Und er war fort, rätselhaft verschwunden, vermißt, seit gestern abend ausgeblieben. Keine Spur, keine Nachricht von ihm. Und während die Morgensonne ihre ersten Strahlen in das reich dekorierte Schaufenster warf auf die Andromeda von Bronze, die Tanagrafigürchen und auf die kunstvoll gestalteten Leuchter und Stafetten, saßen und standen alle müßig umher mit der einen Frage: Was ist aus ihm geworden? Es kamen um diese Morgenstunde noch keine Kunden. Solch ein vornehmes Geschäft wie dieses wird nur pro forma so früh geöffnet. Gestern abend beim Schluß des Ladens hatte noch niemand ernste Besorgnis. Ein junger Mann kann einmal ausbleiben bis zehn Uhr, was will das heißen? ¿ Freilich, bei der pedantischen Ordnung im Hause mußte das auffallen. Er war ja manchmal abwesend, aber man wußte doch immer, wo er sei, wann er zu erwarten.

Wir hatten alles, was das Herz begehrt. Wir hatten Frauen die Fülle, wir hatten zu trinken, wir hatten Stürme, die mit achtzig Seemeilen Geschwindigkeit dahinfegten. Wir brauchten nichts, merci, hebe dich hinweg ¿Auf unserer Insel gab es weder Baum noch Strauch. Wie ein in Schutt zerfallenes Gebirge sah sie aus, und ringsum keuchten die Klippen in der Brandung. Tag und Nacht aber donnerte es, horch! Das war das Meer. Es wehte, immerfort schrie der Wind, und wenn ein Mensch über die Heide ging, so flatterte er wie eine zerfetzte Fahne. Zu jeder Stunde bei Tag und bei Nacht schrillten die Möwen, denn ihnen gehörte Insel und Meer. Manchmal versank die Insel buchstäblich unter ihrem markerschütternden, feilenden Lärm. Wenn ich da draußen bei den Klippen schwamm, so reckten sie unruhig die weißen Köpfe, es waren ihrer drei, fünf, zehn, aber sobald ich näher kam, waren es Hunderte, Tausende. Sie umkreisten mich schrillend wie eine wetternde Wolke und mich erfaßte eine mystische Furcht, denn es waren ihrer so viele. Sie schreien noch oft in meinen Träumen.En route! Das Großsegel donnert und wir jagen dahin. Unsere Muskeln sind hart und unsere Herzen stählern und klingend ¿ ¿ ¿

Nun wohne ich in einer Hütte, die inmitten der weiten Steppe steht.Ich lebe gerne hier, es ist so weit und so still. Niemand kennt mich, niemand kommt zu mir, ich bin ganz allein. Ich kann tun und lassen, was ich will. Ich habe keine Langeweile, meine Tage vergehen. Wie die Wolken über den weiten Himmel streichen, so streichen die Stunden über mich hinweg.Ich bin zufrieden.Zuweilen denke ich noch an das Mädchen aus dem Walde. Ich habe sie noch nicht vergessen, nein. Es ist ja nicht mehr wie früher, da ich keine Nelke am Wege sehen konnte und kein Fleckchen blauen Himmels, ohne zu denken: sähe sie es doch, sähe sie doch diese Nelke, dieses blaue Fleckchen! so ist es ja nicht mehr, aber doch denke ich zuweilen noch an sie.Sie war . . .Schmuck der Welt nannte ich sie und Liebling Gottes. Ich gab ihr viele, viele Namen. Den richtigen fand ich nicht.Möge es ihr wohl ergehen.Es gab einen Sommer in meinem Leben, da ich mich am liebsten gekleidet hätte wie ein Grieche, wehende Haare, Rosen in den Haaren, eine goldene Leier in den Händen. Diesen Sommer gab es. Er ist längst vergangen. Sie schenkte ihn mir.Möge es ihr wohl ergehen!Sie kam aus dem Walde, da wo er ganz hoch und nächtig ist. Sie war blond. Golden kam sie aus dem schwarzen Walde, das dachte ich oft.Sie ging durch den Wald und sang, sie ging durch das Feld und sang, sie sang Tag und Nacht. Es klang immer, wo sie ging. Sie schwebte von einer Stelle zur andern, wie ein Falter, sie küßte Blumen und Bäume, sie sah Augen in den Wipfeln der Bäume. Sie glaubte an Gnome und Waldwichte . . .An einem Morgen im zarten Frühling, da kam sie angestiegen. Ganz plötzlich tauchte sie vor mir auf. Ich saß auf der Treppe meines Hauses im Bergwalde und sonnte mich. Wir wechselten einige Worte. Ich habe sie noch im Gedächtnis.

Der reale Humanismushat in Deutschland keinen gefährlicheren Feind als den Spiritualismusoder den spekulativen Idealismus,der an die Stelle des wirklichen individuellen Menschendas "Selbstbewußtseinoder den"Geist"setzt und mit dem Evangelisten lehrt: "Der Geist ist es, der da lebendig macht, das Fleisch ist kein Nütze." Es versteht sich, daß dieser fleischlose Geist nur in seiner Einbildung Geist hat. Was wir in der BauerschenKritik bekämpfen, ist eben die als Karikatursich reproduzierende Spekulation. Sie gilt uns als der vollendetste Ausdruck des christlich germanischenPrinzips, das seinen letzten Versuch macht, indem es "die Kritik"selbst in eine transzendente Macht verwandelt.Unsre Darstellung schließt sich vorzugsweise an die "Allgemeine Literatur-Zeitung" von Bruno Baueran - ihre ersten acht Hefte lagen uns vor -, weil hier die Bauersche Kritik und damit der Unsinn der deutschen Spekulation überhauptden Gipfelpunkt erreicht hat. Die kritische Kritik (die Kritik der "Literatur-Zeitung") ist um so lehrreicher, je mehr sie die Verkehrung der Wirklichkeit durch die Philosophie bis zur anschaulichsten Komödie vollendet. - Man sehe z.B.Faucherund Szeliga.- Die "Literatur-Zeitung" bietet ein Material, an welchem auch das größere Publikum über die Illusionen der spekulativen Philosophie verständigt werden kann. Dies ist der Zweck unsrer Arbeit.Unsere Darstellung ist natürlich durch ihren Gegenstandbedingt. Die kritische Kritik steht durchgehends unterder schon erreichten Höhe der deutschen theoretischen Entwicklung. Es ist also durch die Natur unsres Gegenstandes gerechtfertigt, wenn wir jene Entwicklung selbst hiernicht weiter beurteilen.Die kritische Kritik zwingt vielmehr, die schon vorhandenen Resultate als solcheihr gegenüber geltend zu machen. Wir schicken daher diese Polemik den selbständigen Schriften voraus, worin wir - versteht sich, jeder von uns für sich - unsre positive Ansicht und damit unser positives Verhältnis zu den neueren philosophischen und sozialen Doktrinen darstellen werden.Paris,im September 1844

" ¿Blood is a very Special Fluid¿ Each one of you will doubtless be aware that the title of this lecture is taken from Goethe¿s Faust. You all know that in this poem we are shown how Faust, the representative of the highest human effort, enters into a pact with the evil powers, who on their side are represented in the poem by Mephistopheles, the emissary of hell. You will know, too, that Faust is to strike a bargain with Mephistopheles, the deed of which must be signed with his own blood. Faust, in the first instance, looks upon it as a jest. Mephistopheles, however, at this juncture utters the sentence which Goethe without a doubt intended should be taken seriously: ¿Blood is a very special fluid. ¿ Now, with reference to this line in Goethe¿s Faust, we come to a curious trait in the so-called Goethe commentators. You are of course aware how vast is the literature dealing with Goethe¿s version of the Faust Legend. It is a literature of such stupendous dimensions that whole libraries might be stocked with it, and naturally I cannot make it my business to expatiate on the various comments made by these interpreters of Goethe concerning this particular passage..."

" On an evening before Easter Day, I sat at a table, and having (as simfiliiul my custom was) in my humble prayer sufficiently conversed with my Creator, and considered many great mysteries (whereof the Father of Lights his Majesty had shown me not a few) and being now ready to prepare in my heart, together with my dear Paschal Lamb, a small, unleavened, undefiled cake; all of a sudden arose so horrible a tempest, that I imagined no other but that through its mighty force, the hill on which my little house was founded would fly into pieces. But inasmuch as this, and the like from the Devil (who had done me many a spite) was no new thing to me, I took courage, and persisted in my meditation, till somebody in an unusual manner touched me on the back; whereupon I was so hugely terrified, that I dared hardly look about me; yet I showed myself as cheerful as (in such occurrences) human frailty would permit. Now the same thing still twitching me several times by the coat, I looked back, and behold it was a fair and glorious lady, whose garments were all sky coloured, and curiously (like Heaven) bespangled with golden stars; in her right hand she bore a trumpet of beaten gold, on which a Name was engraved which I could well read but am as yet forbidden to reveal it. In her le¿ hand she had a great bundle of letters of all languages, which she (as I afterwards understood) was to carry to all countries. She also had large and beautiful wings, full of eyes throughout, with which she could mount aloft, and fly swifter than any eagle..."

" ¿is book contains the record of a magical experiment relating to the invocation of an elemental, the thereafter of the Goddess or Force called BABALON, and the results thereof. An appendix contains some details of the method, published for the first time. The contents should be clear enough to those who are prepared for understanding, and a little study and effort should make it so for those who desire understanding. For the rest, each will no doubt interpret it in accord with his own predilections. A note on the underlying philosophy. The present age is under the influence of the force called, in magical terminology, Horus. This force relates to fire, Mars, and the sun, that is, to power, violence, and energy. It also relates to a child, being innocent (i.e. undifferentiated). Its manifestations may be noted in the destruction of old institutions and ideas, the discovery and liberation of new energies, and the trend towards power governments, war, homosexuality, infantilism, and schizophrenia. This force is completely blind, depending upon the men and women in whom it manifests and who guide it. Obviously, its guidance now tends towards catastrophy..."

" We have formerly some thoughts of revising our Introduction to Astrology, now out of print, and to have enriched it from another edition with the choicest aphorisms, both from the writings of the ancients and our own many years¿ experience, but the laboriousness of that work, considering our age and many infirmities of body, with the discouragements we have already me with from some ungrateful persons, caused us to lay aside (at least for the present) those intentions. Yet that we might not be wholly wanting to promote anything that might tend to the advancement of Art and gratification of its painful students, and knowing how necessary the ensuing Considerations of Guido Bonatus and Aphorisms adjoined, are to be known and regarded, which many of our ingenious countrymen could not do, for they have hitherto remained in the Latin tongue with the rest of the works of these authors in large volumes, difficult to be got at and too chargeable for man to buy, we therefore recommend them to a friend to be translated by themselves, which he has judiciously performed in plain significant language, so that we judge the work may deserve the title Anima Astrologiae which we have given it, comprehending the marrow and substance of Astrology, and much excellent mäer necessary to be observed by all honest students that practice Art to discover truth and not to vapour with. We doubt not but the legitimate Sons and well-wishers of Urania will find considerable advantages from hence, directing them to a certainty in giving judgments upon all occasions, and they will for this publication have cause to thank their old friend..."

" Ths book having worth enough in itself needs not my commendation, this Author in his lifetime being an eminent physician and most able Philosopher as the discourse itself can best testify. The translator also wanted not judgment to choose what was best in his kind, nor abilities to perform, the choice being made. It is I alone that appear here as Menelaus at that feast in the Iliad, who came though not invited. I shall not endeavor to excuse myself, for I come not empty but will contribute somewhat to the collation.The Author builds on good principles, so that his theory is as true as it is plausible; and I presume he aimed at nothing more, leaving all particulars and their application to the industry of his readers. He is sometimes pleased to descend to examples, but to such only as are natural, and they indeed are good to teach but hard to imitate. We see not all that Nature does...."

" The purpose of this book is to release one particular secret, which has been kept hidden for the last 12,000 years. The Philosophers' Stone, Elixir of Life, Fountain of Youth, Ambrosia, Soma, Amrita, Nectar of Immortality. These are different names for the same thing. Throughout history this secret has been used by a very few to extend their lives hundreds of years in perfect health, with access to unlimited wealth, among many other miraculous properties. Some kept the secret because they understood that the time was not right for the secret to be free for all people, but most kept the secret out of their own jealousy, ignorance, egotism and corruption. The Stone's history and the history of the human race up until this day is a strange story full of secret societies, hooded cloaks, and mystical symbols. Such theatrics are childish and shallow. It's pointless to look for the light in the shadows...;"

" He speakes to his Scholars thus, Know my dear Sonne that this is a Booke of the Secrets of nature, and I shall devide it into six parts. In the first discourse what the stone is, secondly why the Stone is natural, thirdly why the Stone is animal like our blood, fourthly why it is called herball or Radicall, fifthly I'le relate its true and constant preparation, and sixtly I shall truly and without lies give you an account of the augmentation of our growing stone, to the end that fooles may bee derided, and wise and understanding men taught...."

" ¿e lectures here presented were delivered in New York during the past winter. The purpose of this series was to present to their auditors the testimony of science as to the relation of matter and of consciousness; to enable the hearers to observe the identical manifestation of these relations and of certain basic laws in successively higher states of being, and thus to bring to them a realization of the universality of the evolutionary process and its actuality; and to deal somewhat with the nature of the expanded states of consciousness and the enlarged life toward which all mankind is traveling. They thus were intended to serve as an introduction to the more detailed study and application of the laws of life and human enfoldment generally included in the term of "occultism." It will be observed that there is in this series a considerable amount of repetition, as each lecture briefly reviews the matters covered in the preceding addresses. As newcomers were present at each lecture in the series, it was found necessary on each occasion to present a bird's eye view of the ground covered and the reasons for the position then taken. A further advantage was found in the fixing in the minds of the hearers of certain of these basic concepts which were new to many of them, and which helped to enable them to grasp and to receive readily the further expansion of the theme. In presenting the lectures in book form it has been deemed advisable to retain the complete text of the lectures as given..."

" All true chymists and philosophers write that common corporeal gold is of not much use in man's body if it is only ingested as such, for no metallic body can be of use if it is not previously dissolved and reduced to the prima materia. We have an example in corals. The virtue of corals is not in the stone or the body but in their red color. If the corals are to release their power, a separation must first occur through a dissolution, and the redness must be separated from the body. Tincture the body is a shell which is le¿ behind quite white, but the essence of the corals, which is quite red, afterwards perfectly accomplishes its effect in man's body because the obstruction has been separated from it (that is, from the stone and the body). Thus you should also deal with gold, silver, iron, lead, and other metals. If they are to bear fruit, they must likewise be separated from their bodies, that is, from their inner earth or slime, to allow their radical moisture to operate quite unhindered in man's body. Before, its power could not accomplish it, as the bodies were still held by their metallic slime and earth. Consequently, whoever wants to do something useful in medicine must see to it that he first dissolve and open his metallic body, then extract its soul and essence, and the work will then not result in no fruit..."

" The original 'International Man of Mystery,' the Count St. Germain, was an 18th century European aristocrat of unknown origin. He had no visible means of support, but no lack of resources, and moved in high social circles. He was a renowned conversationalist and a skilled musician. He dropped hints that he was centuries old and could grow diamonds. He never ate in public, was ambidextrous, and as far as anyone could tell, totally celibate. He served as a backchannel diplomat between England and France, and may have played some role in Freemasonry. He hobnobbed with Marie Antoinette, Catherine the Great, Voltaire, Rousseau, Mesmer, and Casanova. He dabbled in materials and textile technology as well as alchemy, as did many intellectuals of the time (e.g., Newton). These are established historical facts, documented by the extensive collection of contemporary accounts in this book. Modern Theosophists consider St. Germain to be an adept or mahatma (a "great soul") one who had a specific mission to fulfill in Europe during the 18th century. Much has been written about him, including much that is unsubstantiated. The present book will provide, as much as is possible, a detailed account of what is known, and a few hints as to things that are not known for certain about this enigmatic character..."

" Sir ! It is my ambition to let the world know upon what score it is that I do especially honor men. It is not, Sir!, as they are highborn heirs of the great potentates, for which most honor them (and upon which account I also shall not deny them their due) but as they excell in honesty and are friends to art. That poor philosophers should take no delight in riches, and rich men should take delight in philosophy, is to me an argument, that there is more delight, honor, and satisfaction in the one than in the enjoyment of the other. I once read of a nobleman's porter who let in all that were richly apparelled, but excluded a poor philosopher. But I should, if I had been in his place, have rather let in the philosopher, without the gay clothes, than the gay clothes without the philosopher. As long as I have sense or reason, I shall improve them to the honor of the art, especially that of alchemy. In the perfection thereof there are riches, honor, health and length of days. By it, Artefius lived 1000 years, Flamel built 28 hospitals with large revenues to them, besides churches for it, both they and diverse more were accounted philosophers, and wise men, which sounds with more honor in my ears than all the rattling and empty titles of honor whatsoever besides...."

" Life is short, Art long, Experience not easily obtained, Judgement difficult, and therefore it is necessary, that a Student not only exercise himself in considering several Figures, but also that he diligently read the writings of others who have treated rationally of this Science, and make it his business to find out the true natural causes of things by experiments, to know the certain places and processions of tee Planets and Fixed Stars, Constellations, etc., but above all to be a passionate lover of truth...."

" The Aurora of the Philosophers is, to this day, one of the most in depth texts ever written on the subject of alchemy. Crafted by the famed Paracelsus, it combines theory with action and allows the reader, if they possess the intellect necessary, to fully understand the basic corpus of alchemical work. Containing as well a lengthy segment on the historical roots of occult power from the Hebrews, Egyptians, Persians, and Chaldaeans, the Aurora both cautions against charlatans and defends the protochemistry of the Renaissance era..."

Alfred Edmund Brehm wurde am 2. Februar 1829 in dem ostthüringischen Pfarrhause Renthendorf (Sachsen-AItenburg) geboren. In voller Freiheit, inmitten der thüringischen Wälder aufwachsend, erhielt er dort die denkbar beste Erziehung zum künftigen Naturforscher, denn sein Vater war einer der bedeutendsten Vogelforscher seiner Zeit. Mit einem geradezu fabelhaften Scharfblick für die feinsten Unterschiede in Gestalt und Gefieder der Vögel begabt, kann er in gewissem Sinne als ein Vorläufer Darwins und der heutigen Formenkreislehre angesprochen werden. Von seiner Mutter, Bertha Reiz, erbte Alfred das ausgesprochene Feingefühl für die Schönheiten einer reinen deutschen Sprache, und nicht zuletzt besteht darin der große Einfluß, den er durch seine Schriften auf weiteste Kreise des Volkes gewonnen hat. Brehm war nicht nur ein ausgezeichneter Naturschilderer, sondern zugleich ein Klassiker der deutschen Prosa, der ein fast fremdwortfreies Deutsch schrieb (für einen damaligen Gelehrten etwas Unerhörtes!) und es großartig verstand, prachtvolle Sätze zu bauen, ohne doch jemals in Schwülstigkeiten oder lateinischen Periodenbau zu verfallen.

Lange hatte sich Faust mit den Seifenblasen der Metaphysik, den Irrwischen der Moral und den Schatten der Theologie herumgeschlagen, ohne eine feste, haltbare Gestalt für seinen Sinn herauszukämpfen. Ergrimmt warf er sich in die dunklen Gefilde der Magie und hoffte nun der Natur gewaltsam abzuzwingen, was sie uns so eigensinnig verbirgt. Sein erster Gewinn war die merkwürdige Erfindung der Buchdruckerei,1 der zweite war schaudervoller. Er entdeckte durch Forschen und Zufall die furchtbare Formel, den Teufel aus der Hölle zu rufen und ihn dem Willen des Menschen untertänig zu machen. Bis jetzt konnte er sich noch nicht, aus Vorliebe zu seiner unsterblichen Seele, für die jeder Christ wacht, ohne sie weiter zu kennen, zu diesem gefährlichen Schritt entschließen. In diesem Augenblick war er ein Mann in seiner vollen Blüte.

" After a lapse of 205 years since the first publication in 1647, of Lilly's Introduction to Astrology, there would be no necessity for an apology for its re-appearance, were it not for the prevailing fashion of the day, which is to rail at and vituperate that science, and all who dare to say a word, not in its favor, but in favor of examining into its merits, with a view to ascertain what were the grounds on which our honest ancestors believed, and strictly followed, that which we conceive only fit for ridicule. As I have long outlived the days when I, like many others, thought myself at liberty to laugh at, and condemn, what I did not understand; the world will forgive me if I be bold enough to advise those who value truth, to spend a few days (and but a few days will be necessary) in examining the principles laid down in this work, and applying them to their own individual cases, before they join the herd of learned and unlearned in pledging their words to a false assertion, viz. that Astrology is an unfounded science. If any man will take the trouble to examine for himself, and should find that the prejudices of his education against the science of foreseeing the future, and many other matters which it teaches, are in reality well-founded, and that it has no claims to truth, then will he have the proud satisfaction of knowing, that his opinions on a matter of some consequence are based on experiment, and are the result of his own conviction, not of another person's assertion. On the other hand, if he find truth flash with lightning force upon his mind, and convince him that Astrology, notwithstanding prejudice and abuse, is founded in nature, and is indeed a noble science, given by a benevolent Creator to enlighten man in his wanderings, and enable him to shun the vice and folly which his passions throw in his path; then will he, if a spark of piety exist within his breast, offer thanks to that Creator for the blessing he has discovered. In either case, he must admit that I do him a service in putting forth this plain and simply means of discovering the truth..."

" ¿e Hermetic Tracts comprised in this volume are printed from a quarto manuscript (itself a transcript from an older but now untraceable work) belonging to the celebrated collection of the late Mr. Frederick Hockley, who was well known among modern students of the secret sciences, not only for the resources of his Hermetic library, but for his practical acquaintance with many branches of esoteric lore, and for his real or reputed connection with the numerous but unavowed associations which now, as at anterior periods, are supposed to dispense initiation into occult knowledge. While practically the reprint is verbatim, it would have been a needless source of confusion, in a subject which is already sufficiently confused, to have reproduced the obsolete orthography, the superfluous capitals, the perplexing parentheses, the unnecessary italics, and the chaotic punctuation of the original. These, therefore, have been abandoned in favour of a simpler method. But the flavour of antiquity is sometimes valued for its age rather than its excellence; and partly in deference to this prejudice, there has been no attempt to reconstruct the style of these old writings. Moreover, though somewhat barbarous and entangled, it does not present sufficient difficulties to justify a drastic purgation...."

" Concerning The Blessed Mystery of the Philosopher¿s Stone, Containing the Revelation of the Most Illuminated Egyptian King and Philosopher, Hermes Trismegistus, Translated by our German Hermes, the Noble Beloved Monarch and Philosopher Trismegistus, A. Ph. Theophrastus Paracelsica, With an Excellent Explanation by the Noble and Learned Philosopher, Alexander von Suchten, M.D.; Together with Certain hitherto Unpublished Treatises, By this Author, And Also Other Corollaries of the Same Matter, As Specified in the Preface. Now Published for the Use and benefit of all Sons of the Doctrine of Hermes, By Benedictus Figulus, of Utenhofen..."

" I, being an anonymous adept, a lover of learning, and a philosopher, have decreed 'to write this little treatise of medicinal, chemical, and physical arcana, in the year 1645, after the Birth of Christ, and in the 23rd year of my age, to assist in conducting my straying brethren out of the labyrinth of error, and with the further object of making myself known to other Sages, holding a lot a torch which may be visible far and wide to those who are groping in the darkness of ignorance. The contents of this Book are not fables, but real experiments which I have seen, touched, and handled, as an adept will easily conclude from these lines. I have written more plainly about this Art than any of my predecessors; sometimes I have found myself on the very verge of breaking my vow, and once or twice had to lay down my pen for a season; but I could not resist the inward prompting of God, which impelled me to persevere in the most loving course, who alone knows the heart, and to whom only be glory for ever. Hence, I undoubtedly gather that in this last age of the world, many will become blessed by this arcanum, through what I have thus faithfully written, for I have not willingly le¿ any-thing doubtful to the young beginner. I know many who with me do enjoy this secret, and am persuaded that many more will also rejoice in its possession. Let the holy Will of God perform what it pleases, though I confess myself an unworthy instrument through whom such great things should be effected...."

Wenn diese Blätter von fröhlichen Leuten berichten, so braucht es doch nicht gleich zum Anfang lustig herzugehen. Jeder, der die näheren Umstände kennt, wird es begreifen. Man muß nur ein wenig mit dem Leben der Oderschiffer Bescheid wissen, dann ist man darüber im Bilde, daß nicht alle gleich geachtet sind, die dem Kapitän eines Schleppdampfers ihr Geld fürs Anhängen pünktlich zahlen. Wer dem Dampferkapitän und den Kollegen Schiffseignern als Störenfried nicht genehm ist, wird möglichst am Ende angehängt, wo es schwierig ist zu steuern. Denn der letzte Kahn wird in den Windungen des Flusses kräftig herumgeworfen; und außerdem ist er ein wenig einsam. Die anderen Kähne gleiten brüderlich nebeneinander; den Strom hinauf, versteht sich; stromab macht jeder seine Fahrt für sich. Stromab, das hieß für den Schiffer Butenhof und seine Frau und sein Kind, das man Wilhelmine getauft hatte, Eintracht und Friede. Unter sich sind böse Menschen reizend. Aber sie müssen ganz unter sich sein. Stromauf, das bedeutete Zank und Grobheit und Reiberei. Beliebt waren die Butenhofs im Schleppzug nicht. Wenn sie droben in Cosel und Breslau und drunten in Fürstenberg und Stettin mit den Kapitänen und Prokuristen von dieser und jener Gesellschaft verhandelten und ihr gutes Geld vorwiesen, zeigte sich keiner beglückt. Der Mann war ein Grobian, die Frau eine Schlampe, und das Kind, das Kind war eine ganze Schlimme. Nein, daß ein so kleines Mädel so schlimm sein konnte. Alle Schiffer wunderten sich.

" Applied Magic is a selection of Dion Fortune's writings on the practical applications of magical and esoteric techniques. Everyone has the ability to access the invisible planes of existence a whole kingdom of mind and spirit which cannot be perceived with the physical senses. Fortune provides invaluable guidance to anyone intent on increasing their inner awareness. She declares, Esoteric tradition admits of no exclusiveness; it is the very essence of its spirit that it blasphemes no God that has been hallowed by our devotion. It sees all religions as the expressions of our spirit rather than the personal revelation of a jealous God to His chosen people. It suffers from neither superstitious awe nor bigoted fear..."

Professor Dr. Heinrich Schultze lehnte sinnend in seinen Sessel zurück. Vor ihm auf dem mit Büchern und Papieren bedeckten Schreibtisch lag ein Brief, der seine Gedanken beschäftigte. Da läutete es an der Eingangstüre seiner Wohnung und kurz darauf pochte es gewaltig an die Studierzimmertüre.¿Herein!¿ rief der Professor, sich erhebend.Die Türe öffnete sich und es erschien ein ältlicher, doch frisch und blühend aussehender Mann von stattlicher Leibesfülle. ¿Kapitän Münchhausen!¿ rief Schultze und eilte überrascht und erfreut, auf den Mann zu, ihm beide Hände entgegenstreckend. ¿Welcher günstige Monsun führt Sie von Australien nach Berlin und just in dieser Stunde? Ich bin starr! Denken Sie, soeben weilten meine Gedanken bei Ihnen in Adelaide und ich wünschte mir, Sie herzaubern zu können.¿ ¿Nun! Der Zauber ist gelungen!¿ lachte Münchhausen: ¿da bin ich. Und was mich herführt? Sie wissen, ich halte das untätige Herumsitzen auf dem Kulturboden nicht lange aus. Na! habe ich gedacht: schaust einmal nach, was der olle Schultze macht; vielleicht plant er wieder irgend ein famoses Unternehmen; da muß ich dabei sein! Und plant er keins, so will ich ihn aufrütteln und wir planen eines miteinander. He! Wie steht¿s damit, Professorchen?¿

" The Arbatel of Magick is one of a number of early grimoires focusing primarily on white magic and the philosophical side of the occult. Well known despite its relatively short length, it is broken into a series of aphorisms which contain various spiritual knowledge. It treats on various different types of magick, arranged into seven sections..."