'When you have this experience in your world of ideas, when the full cup of doubt in all existence has been poured out with pain and bitterness over your soul, then only are you ripe to understand how, after all, it is not the infinite spaces and periods of time of the physical world from which your ideas have come. Now only, after the bitterness of doubt, you open yourself to the regions of the spiritual and know that your doubt was justified, and in what sense it was justified.
For it had to be, since you imagined that the ideas had come into your soul from the times and spaces of the physical world. How do you now feel, your world of ideas having experienced its origin in the spiritual worlds? Now, for the first time, you feel yourself inspired.
Before, you were feeling the infinite void spread around you like a dark abyss. Now, you begin to feel that you are standing on a rock that rises up out of the abyss. You know with certainty, “Now I am connected with the spiritual worlds. They, not the world of sense, have bestowed on me my world of ideas.” '
[Rudolf Steiner]
The problem for those with a yearning for a
life with meaning, is that they are unconsciously restrained by the options vouchsafed by the material world in which they, and all of us in this time, inhabit. So many options - more and more with every generation (
'the infinite spaces and periods of time of the physical world'), and yet, there is something missing - the most important part!
When a person of serious intent towards their life, their sacred opportunity, begins to question everything, it can only be because they have begun on the path: a seeker of truth. As has been said, 'first meditation, then death'.
What Steiner is describing is the dark night of the soul, the doorway into disintegration of all we know, the realisation as we sit at the table of our oldest friends or family, that in truth, we don't know who these beings around us are, the uncompromising realisation that the dream which sustains our lives is nothing but a dream. And it appears to us that once we have seen through the veil of illusion, nothing remains. In fact, nothing remains for a considerable time!
This is known by sorcerers as the
wall of fog - through which, we find only a desert. And yet, it is precisely that desert we must cross. That has been referred to by adepts as the
Parallel Lines.