posted on Apr, 18 2009 @ 07:31 PM
"It was my destiny to join in a great experience. Having had the good fortune to belong to the League, I was permitted to be a participant in a
unique journey. What wonder it had at the time! How radiant and comet-like it seemed, and how quickly it has been forgotten and allowed to fall into
disrepute. For this reason, I have decided to attempt a short description of this fabulous journey, a journey the like of which had not been attempted
since the days of Hugo and mad Roland.
...at certain stages of our Journey to the East, although the commonplace aids of modern travel such as railways, steamers, telegraph, automobiles,
airplanes, etc., were renounced, we penetrated into the heroic and magical. It was shortly after the World War, and the beliefs of the conquered
nations were in an extraordinary state of unreality. There was a readiness to believe in things beyond reality even though only a few barriers were
actually overcome and few advances made into the realm of a future psychiatry. Our journey at that time across the Moon Ocean to Famagusta under the
leadership of Albert the Great, or say, the discovery of the Butterfly Island, twelve leagues beyond Zipangu, or the inspiring League ceremony at
Rudiger’s grave—those were deeds and experiences which were allotted once only to people of our time and zone.
I see that I am already coming up against one of the greatest obstacles in my account. The heights to which our deeds rose, the spiritual plane of
experience to which they belong might be made proportionately more comprehensible to the reader if I were permitted to disclose to him the essence of
the League’s secret. But a great deal, perhaps everything, will remain incredible and incomprehensible... "
-Hesse, Journey to the East