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#WingedWordsWindsday: 2022/08/17 -- Alchemy & the Hermetic Tradition

 WINGED WORDS WINDSDAY

Compiled by Rob Chappell (@RHCLambengolmo)

Vol. 1, No. 42: August 17, 2022


 



Alchemy and the Hermetic Tradition


 


“Alchemy: The Precursor of Chemistry”

By Rob Chappell, M.A., Assistant to the Honors Dean

Adapted and Expanded from Cursus Honorum VI: 7 (February 2006) & IX: 3 (October 2008)

 

                Students in STEM fields of study usually enroll in at least one chemistry course during their undergraduat years at the Uni-versity of Illinois. The science of chemistry developed out of the “royal art” of alchemy, whose traditional founder was the ancient Egyptian sage Hermes Trismegistus (“Thrice-Greatest Hermes”). This legendary personage was modeled on Thoth, the divine patron of wisdom and writing in the Egyptian pantheon.

                Alchemical researchers practiced a philosophy of life known as the Hermetic Tradition, which was based on the so-called “Hermetic writings.” This collection of books (many of which are still extant) was attributed to Hermes Trismegistus, who was thought to have lived in prehistoric times. However, these writings were actually compiled by a group of scholars and sages in Alexandria, Egypt, during the first three centuries CE, and they synthesized a vast amount of multicultural source material to create what would later be recognized as the alchemical worldview.

                The Hermetic tractates preserved ancient Egyp-tian traditions about the origin of the cosmos and hu-mankind’s place within it. In these treatises, Hermes Trismegistus dialogues with his disciples and encourages them to transmit his knowledge to posterity for the benefit of humankind. After their translation from Greek into Latin by the Italian polymath, Marsilio Ficino (1433-1499), the Hermetic writings exercised a profound influence upon the Renaissance intellectuals who spearheaded the Scientific Revolution. 

                One of the basic premises of the Hermetic al-chemical tradition was that, by using an arcane substance known as the “Philosopher’s Stone,” ordinary metals could be transmuted into gold. Except in fairy tales, alchemists never accomplished this feat, but we now know that with the proper high-tech equipment, such a marvel can be performed in the lab by adding or subtracting protons to the nucleus of an atom. In effect, particle physicists who transform the atoms of one element into another have made the alchemical dream of transmutation into a reality! Such scientific advancements were perhaps foreseen by one of the Hermetic philosophers of ancient Egypt:

               

“[Humankind] will pursue the inmost secrets of Nature even into the heights and will study the motions of the sky. Nor is this enough; when nothing yet remains to be known than the farthest boundary of Earth, they will seek even there the last extremities of Night.”

à Hermes Trismegistus in Heart of the Cosmos (Hermetic Tractate, Early 1st Millennium CE)

 

This drawing of an “Alchemist’s Laboratory” by Hans Vredeman de Vries (1527–1604) shows Dr. Heinrich Khun-rath (1560-1605), a German alchemist and physician, in his lab. (Image Credit: Public Domain)

 


Lines from “Il Penseroso”

By John Milton (1608-1674)

Or let my lamp at midnight hour,

Be seen in some high lonely tow'r,

Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,

With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere

The spirit of Plato, to unfold

What worlds, or what vast regions hold

The immortal mind that hath forsook

Her mansion in this fleshly nook.

 


“Hermes Trismegistus”

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

 

Still through Egypt's desert places

Flows the lordly Nile,

From its banks the great stone faces

Gaze with patient smile.

Still the pyramids imperious

Pierce the cloudless skies,

And the Sphinx stares with mysterious,

Solemn, stony eyes.

 

But where are the old Egyptian

Demi-gods and kings?

Nothing left but an inscription

Graven on stones and rings.

Where are Helios and Hephaestus,

Gods of eldest eld?

Where is Hermes Trismegistus,

Who their secrets held?

 

Where are now the many hundred

Thousand books he wrote?

By the Thaumaturgists plundered,

Lost in lands remote;

In oblivion sunk forever,

As when o'er the land

Blows a storm-wind, in the river

Sinks the scattered sand.

 

Something unsubstantial, ghostly,

Seems this Theurgist,

In deep meditation mostly

Wrapped, as in a mist.

Vague, phantasmal, and unreal

To our thought he seems,

Walking in a world ideal,

In a land of dreams.

 

Was he one, or many, merging

Name and fame in one,

Like a stream, to which, converging

Many streamlets run?

Till, with gathered power proceeding,

Ampler sweep it takes,

Downward the sweet waters leading

From unnumbered lakes.

 

By the Nile I see him wandering,

Pausing now and then,

On the mystic union pondering

Between gods and men;

Half believing, wholly feeling,

With supreme delight,

How the gods, themselves concealing,

Lift men to their height.

 

Or in Thebes, the hundred-gated,

In the thoroughfare

Breathing, as if consecrated,

A diviner air;

And amid discordant noises,

In the jostling throng,

Hearing far, celestial voices

Of Olympian song.

 

Who shall call his dreams fallacious?

Who has searched or sought

All the unexplored and spacious

Universe of thought?

Who, in his own skill confiding,

Shall with rule and line

Mark the border-land dividing

Human and divine?

 

Trismegistus! three times greatest!

How thy name sublime

Has descended to this latest

Progeny of time!

Happy they whose written pages

Perish with their lives,

If amid the crumbling ages

Still their name survives!

 

Thine, O priest of Egypt, lately

Found I in the vast,

Weed-encumbered somber, stately,

Grave-yard of the Past;

And a presence moved before me

On that gloomy shore,

As a waft of wind, that o'er me

Breathed, and was no more.

 

This true-color image of the planet Mercury (known to the ancient Greeks as Hermes) was taken by the Messenger probe in 2008. (Photo Credit: NASA – Public Domain)

 


“Alchemy”

By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)


I lift my heart as spring lifts up

A yellow daisy to the rain;

My heart will be a lovely cup

Although it holds but pain.


For I shall learn from flower and leaf

That color every drop they hold,

To change the lifeless wine of grief

To living gold.

 


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