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Louisa and Nikola Day Dreams

Summer heat and air conditioning with a waxing gibbous on the rise. Oh Luna be nice because Mercury goes retrograde today and here comes the weighted memories of youthful days. 

“If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.”

~ Nikola Tesla

Below the art-loft, where I lived was Ames Book store. The books were good and cheap.  One summer I read two biographies that were beholden to me; Louisa May Alcott and Nikola Tesla. It was an yin/yang experience. One of our most famous woman authors and one of our greatest scientists. Their lives crossed in the 19th century but Louisa died in 1888 while Nikola crossed over into the 20th century. She was twenty-four when he was born. I often thought that they would have been perfect for each other because both held a great sensitivity and imagination for life which enfolded everything they did. They both had a deep knowing of the most profound simplicity of life while also endearing the world with their wisdom,. At 25 they both opened my eyes to new ways of viewing my world.

“Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn’t worth ruling.”

~ Louisa May Alcott

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SInce reading his biography years ago, Nikola Tesla means more to me than the alternating currents that his insight, intuition and imagination brought to humanity. He had a strange kind of ambition that was not based on personal gain or money. He felt the true need to help humanity. I see him as a glimpse into our human future, if it is not too late, where humanity can work tighter together with nature creating with his kind of passion; To create incredible things based on insight, intuition and imagination.

Tesla’s mother was also a creative person like her son; his father was a Serbian orthodox priest. He grew up in the village of Smiljan, Austrian Empire. He grew up close to nature where clear streams and a near by mountain broke-out with electrical storms; both teaching Nikola about the flow of nature. The manifestation of all that is; is part of us, nature and the cosmos.

Nikola memorized Goethe’s Faust forward and backwards. I believe he used quotes from Faust as a form of meditation to block out the sometimes overwhelming sensitivity he had to the noises of life.

“Everything transitory is but an image.” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part

With all that Tesla had to offer humanity he fell short of his dreams due to the lack of understanding in the times when he was born. Racing forward to create via the means of power and money was not Tesla’s dream. He died a lonely man if not for a pigeon.

The point being is he did what he did for love. He worked by and for it. He broke both legs. Symbolically he did this for us and the earth.  Tesla strange and mysterious life is based on integrity. If I have learned anything from this great man I have learned this, and I base my life on it; everything I do is based on love, integrity and not power or money. To create something based on love is like giving birth to a child. It is insight, intuition and imagination manifested and It is intrinsically physical too.

Have this as a basis for life one cannot walk the ambitious path only trying to get somewhere for fame or fortune. Instead one might be asking why and what for? It is not what Tesla has left us more valuable as the why and what for? Does he not answer that for us? The importance of living life and what may, be in the way? This is a riddle that Nikola has helped me solve!

It may not be profitable, glorious or popular, but walking the motif of love based on insight, intuition and imagination…makes the breaking of legs all worth while in the ups and downs of life.

“There are but two roads that lead to an important goal and to the doing of great things: strength and perseverance. Strength is the lot of but a few privileged men; but austere perseverance, harsh and continuous, may be employed by the smallest of us and rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistibly greater with time.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part

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