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Night as a Wellspring of Strength:

Rudolf Steiner · ISBN 9781855845442
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Publisher RUDOLF STEINER PRESS
Author(s) Rudolf Steiner
Subtitle Sleep, Spiritual Encounters and the Starry Firmament
Published 15th April 2018
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Sleep, Spiritual Encounters and the Starry Firmament

‘I fall asleep. Until I awaken my soul will be in the world of spirit, and there will meet the guiding impulse-giver of my  earthly life, my genius, who dwells in the world of spirit,  hovering round my head…'  – Rudolf Steiner
 
The night is an essential counterpart to the day. By day we possess the capacity of conscious, logical thought, whilst at night – leaving the physical body to regenerate during sleep – we give ourselves up to a different form of consciousness. Rudolf Steiner describes the night as the realm of intuition, a place of deep spiritual encounter, but also as a wellspring of renewal and healing.
 
With its lucid introduction and notes, The Night seeks to conjure the special atmosphere and quality of the  nocturnal hours, so that the real spiritual encounters of night-time can fruitfully inform our daily life, helping us to live in a fuller, healthier way. Night-time is when we can, consciously or unconsciously, meet our higher self; we have the opportunity to work with angelic beings, and even to access the world of the dead. The night can be a source of poetic and artistic inspiration, whilst for initiates it provides a field for conscious awareness. It is also a special time – before going to sleep and upon  waking – for specific esoteric exercises.
 
Edited by Edward de Boer, the textual passages, lecture extracts, exercises and the many verses and prayers in this anthology are an invitation to readers to engage more consciously with the starry heavens and the nightly realm.
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