I dreamed while conscious ... yea, I woke in dreams. What would seem fantasy to cosmic powers To me proved symbol that I was mature. Right well I know my wish was my true self; My thinking only was another self. And so Johannes stood before my soul As once he was, ere spirit seized on him And filled his being with a second self. Johannes is not dead;... a living wish Createth him companion of my soul. I may have stunned him, but not overthrown. A living man, he claims his natural rights Whene'er that other self must sink to sleep. And to wake--always that--exceeds its powers. Asleep it was throughout that time in which Capesius could live within himself. How my first nature tore me from myself. My dreams did seem to him the sign of fate; And so in me and not in him doth work The power which drove him forth, and which forbids Our spirit to be turned to work on earth. MARIA: The spirit-powers are coming--call on them. To cosmic spirit-sources turn thy gaze And wait until the powers within those depths Discover that within thine own true self Which stirs with conscious life akin to theirs. Their magic words will show thine inward sight That which makes them and thee a unity. Cast out thine own brain's interfering speech, That spirit may speak in thee as it wills; And to this spirit-speech give thou due heed. 'Twill carry thee beyond the spheres of light And link thee to true spirit-essence there. Thy misty visions sprung from times long past Will then grow sharp and clear in cosmic light, But will not bind thee since thou hast control. Compare them with these elemental forms, With shadows and with phantoms of all kinds, And place them near to demons manifold And so discover what they really are. But in the realm of spirits root thyself Who primal source to primal source do bind, Who dwell close linked with dormant cosmic powers And order the processions of the spheres. This view of cosmic things will give thee strength, Amid the surging sea of spirit-life, To blend thyself and inmost soul in one. The spirit bids me tell thee this myself; But now give ear to what thou knowest well Though 'tis not wedded yet to thy soul-depths. JOHANNES (still sitting on a rock to right of stage. He collects himself for a determined effort): I will give ear--I will defy myself.