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Correspondence from Phyllis Seckler to Karl Germer
Rt. 1, Box 122 Livermore, Calif.
Dec. 21, 1956
Dear Karl
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Greetings of the Winter Solstice.
The silence isn't quite complete—though I must say my letter in answer to your last is too terribly delayed. Work, and nothing else. I have completed enough ceramics and put a sign on my gate that they are for sale, but there has been not time to place them in a decent shop and so have sold nothing. I would be getting out of debt if I had. It is slow to build up a side line like this especially when school takes so much out of me.
Got a couple of interesting instruction via intuition which I am also trying to carry out. We will see—of course nothing can be said now. But if I told you that I was ordered to "establish a headquarters in my name"? Ye Gods, how do I know? If it is to be so, things will work out. I keep it in mind and do what I can.
I have started the ball rolling for a Jr. College job but as yet do not know the upshot of this either.
Meanwhile I felt like writing two poems and enclose them for you. Also sent copies to Jane [Jane Wolfe]. I really believe you two are the only ones who can appreciate them. They are not perfect and one ends rather clumsily but there it is until I can get an inspiration which would polish it. Also made a stride or two in painting. People say I should begin to sell those. Maybe, some day.
Thank you so much for your long answer to my remarks on women. It is true women are working out from the yoke of the past but the Sanyasina stage is far. How does she accomplish it? I would like to venture a guess that it is through love. It is a much maligned type of word, is it not? But there comes a time when one operates on a type of love which is not upset by personal idiosyncrasies of whoever is the loved one. And the love may be so impersonal that several people are loved wildly all at once. It is a kind of extension of the love for the Angel or for Life or for God, or however you want to put it. A very delicate subject and not good words for it.
Well your letter was good, but divorced from actual conditions. It is those conditions I am always seeking to answer in my mind. I know they are not good—but they are a part of the illusion of life with which on must work. And rising above them—for me—comes through understanding. Why marriage? etc., etc., and sometimes answers come through devious routes. I am a very curious person. I once asked—"why life?" and it took years to answer that one halfway satisfactorily.
The children are well and I too. But strapped for money. Eye glasses and shoes and everything. Spring will be better—some of the debts paid off. Meanwhile we scrape through the season. How is Aleister [Aleister Ataturk]? And all the rest? And you?
Love is the law, love under will.
Fraternally,
Phyllis
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