George's Dream of the Virgin and the Vision of Wholeness (7)

In George's dream, a beautiful virgin appears, inviting the youth and stranger to seek and find her.

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The Knight and the Maiden - full fairy tale text
The Dragonslayer and the Maiden (Introduction)

George's Dream of the Virgin in the Castle of the Rosy Clouds

The dream

They had worked all day, until sunset. Now they had all gone home.
But Georg, the youngest, was not at home here, but was a day labourer. He lay down, put some hay under his head and slept soundly.
When his tiredness wore off, he began to dream. There he saw a young woman in a white dress walking slowly towards him. Her eyes shone like stars and she had something pure and sublime about her, so that the youth did not know whether she was a human being or an angel.

First love

- Who are you?, asked George.
- I am the maiden of the castle of rosy clouds, she answered.
- Whoever wins you has joy and no worries, he said.
- Seek me, and thou shalt find me! If you want to find me, you have to overcome obstacles! the young woman replied, and she was gone.

The young man was now wide awake, jumped up and looked around eagerly. But he could no longer see her anywhere.

The story told differently

My dream

I am Georg. Today I look back on my rich life, which I would like to tell you about here.

I have always been an idealist. Even when I was young, I had the dream of justice and a better world. Certainly, there is much that is bad, but there is also truth, the pure, the perfect.
At the bottom of my heart I have always believed in the power of true love and devotion, which is greater than human weakness. My desire has also always been to contribute to good if possible.

First love

Early on, I was also touched by a tender love. There was Camilla, a girl in my class. She was so fine and yet had a strong charisma. We shared a piece of the school path. Together we laughed a lot and also philosophised about God and the world. Camilla had an answer to all our questions. Most of the time she was cheerful, but sometimes she was thoughtful or even sad. She was something special and, in my eyes, the most beautiful thing I had ever met. I longed to be close to her, but I didn't dare pour my heart out to her.
And then, one day after the long summer holidays, she was no longer there. Moved away, emigrated to America, they said. I was desperate.

We continue with:

The Ancient Way and the Path to Wholeness, White - Red - Black

Further texts:

The Anima
The virgin - miracle working love and potential
The woman as goddess and the man as her heroic king
The Sacred Wedding
The Heroic Path, Higher Purpose: Wholeness, the Seven