Rosy cross memories

November 11, 2006


BibliOdyssey has a marvelous exhibit of Rosicrucian illustration. I hesitate to call this collection “art,” as it might be more appropriately called visual teaching.

I thought I wanted to become a Rosicrucian at one point in my life. I remember reading one of their publications called “Lemuria” about a great island in the Pacific that had a very evolved people and technology and everyone had ESP. (No, it was not Atlantis.) I remember having one well worn copy of the book about plate techtonics, “Continental Drift,” in one hand, and “Lemuria” in the other. Hmm, it seemed possible that there COULD have been something in the Pacific. Perhaps the North American plate banged into the Pacific plate, and the Pacific plate is where Lemuria was, and the only reminant of Lemuria is everything west of the San Andreas fault line. Wow. I remember visiting Mt Shasta in northern California half-believing that there were Lemurians living in laval tubes in Mt Shasta. Sigh…

I’ve visited the Rosicrucian mother church or whatever it is up in San Jose. Old and dusty. But I bet there is some mysterious room in the basement of that building where all the REAL Rosicrucian stuff happens. Or not.

The notion of sequestered knowledge given out to those who traverse the sacred tests one by one, has driven many young scholars, theologians, and other Indiana Jones-types wild with obsessive fervor. William Butler Yeats found Rosicrucianism at one point in his life. Erik Satie as well, but I truly doubt his sincerity––I think it was a spoof. Since then, I don’t know of any famous Rosicrucianists. Perhaps they were melded into the Theosophical movement.

Pictures bring back memories, and seeing this mini-exhibit brought back rosy cross memories on this cloudy afternoon.

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