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By Piero Cammerinesi <\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n In pure rays of light\u00a0<\/span><\/i> Rudolf Steiner\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A PERSONAL REMEMBRANCE<\/span><\/b>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Every now and then, the past comes back to speak to us, bringing back to memory facts or people we think we have forgotten, yet are actually deeply imprinted in our souls; and often the tiniest reminder is enough to bring back to consciousness.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n One of these facts goes back to when I first met Massimo Scaligero which took place, in April, 1971. It is an episode that I have never forgotten, yet, in recent years, it has\u00a0reappeared into my consciousness in a particularly vivid way.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n At that time when I was desperately looking for a Master, a friend told me about Massimo Scaligero. He began by telling me about two schoolmates, that while looking for an attic room to rent in Monteverde (a neighborhood in Rome), they had come across a strange character who beckoned them to go upstairs so he could give them a book; then talked about things that were so mysterious to them that they were almost frightened.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The story struck me so much that I asked them for this person’s phone number in order to make an appointment with him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\nGleams the Godhood of the world\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nIn pure love towards all that is\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nRadiates the godliness of my soul.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nI rest in the Godhood of the world.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nI shall find myself\u00a0<\/span><\/i>
\nWithin the Godhood of the world.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n