I thank thee, Spirit, wise to govern worlds, My saviour from my gloomy loneliness; Thy word awakens unto work and life. I will make use of what thou giv'st to worlds About which I can meditate, whilst thou Dost let mine own become insensible. For then thou bearest to them on thy rays That which in pictures fashioneth powers for me. LUCIFER: (Bluish-green glittering under-garment, reddish outer-garment, shaped like a mantle and gleaming brightly, which extends into wing-like outlines; his upper part is not an aura but he wears a mitre of deep red bordered with wings; on his right wing a blue shape having the appearance of a sword; a yellow shape, like the ball of a planet, is supported by his left wing. He stands somewhat behind and to the right, towering over Felix Balde's soul.) My servant, such activity as thine The sun-time needs, in which we find ourselves. The earth-star now receives a faded light; It is the time when souls like thine can work Unto the best advantage on themselves. On thee I ray forth from my fount of light The germs that tend to raise self-consciousness. Go, gather them to make thine ego strong. In later earth-life they will come to flower. There shall the blossoms by thy soul be sought; In its own nature it will take delight When it can joy in planning its desires. FELIX BALDE'S SOUL: (gazing at the group of gnomes. From this moment, the gnomes becoming conscious, keep swaying up and down, slightly raising and lowering themselves, as if the group was breathing from above.) There far away, bright being disappears; It floats in shadow-pictures through the depths; And, floating, strives to gain some steadying weight. HILARY'S SOUL: (With the figure of a steel-blue-grey elemental spirit changed to resemble a man's; the head less bowed, and the limbs more human.) The mist of wishes doth reflect the light Thrown on the realm of spirit by earth's star, The star for which in this world thou dost form From soul-material a thinking self. For thee 'tis but a fleeting web of mist, But to themselves they seem like solid souls. On earth they work, by cosmic reason led, In old fire forces, thirsting after form. FELIX BALDE'S SOUL: I will that their weight shall not burden me, Nor shall oppose the tendency to float. (The gnomes cease their movement.) AHRIMAN: Thy speech is good. Swift will I seize thy words That I may keep them for myself unharmed. Thou canst not yet develop them thyself. But on the earth they would fill thee with hate. STRADER'S SOUL: (Toward the left of stage; only his head is visible; it is in a yellowish-green aura with red and orange stars. At this moment on Strader's immediate left appears the Soul of Capesius. Similarly only his head is to be seen. It is in a blue aura with red and yellow stars.)