One of the strangest monu­ments of Delphi is not to be seen there today. Strolling on the site of the Hip­po­drome in Istan­bul, sev­er­al metres above the old ground level, one notices three monu­ments: an Egyp­tian obelisk from Luxor, which com­mem­or­ates Thut­mose III's vic­tory on the Euphrates around 1425 BC and was brought here in 390, in the time of Theodosi­us. The second is also an obelisk, which marked the turn­ing post on the course of the horse races. This so-called Walled Obelisk was not made from a single block but pieced togeth­er from dressed stones, and its bronze facing plates were plundered dur­ing the Fourth Cru­sade.

Between the two obelisks stands a strange fig­ur­al column, the fam­ous Ser­pent Column. To adorn his new cap­it­al, Con­stantinople, Con­stantine the Great (301–337) brought with him one of the most remark­able votive offer­ings from the city of Delphi, seat of the sun cult's oracle.

At one of the defin­ing events of Greek his­tory, the Battle of Plataea, a tenth of the cap­tured weapons was melted down, and from it a splen­did monu­ment was made – three inter­twin­ing bronze ser­pents formed the column, nearly ten metres high, on which were engraved the names of the city-states that had fought in the war against the Per­sians. Between the ser­pents' heads a golden cauldron shone; the sac­ri­fi­cial offer­ings were pre­sum­ably cast into it.

The sym­bol of the triple-braided ser­pent invites reflec­tion, and a par­al­lel sug­gests itself: the kunda­lini ser­pent-power, one of the mys­tic­al sym­bols of yoga. The ida and pin­gala meridi­an-paths inter­twine around the sushumna chan­nel that runs through the spin­al column, thus embody­ing the trin­it­ari­an unity of the male and female ener­gies, of the powers of the Sun and the Moon. In any case, it is a truly noble ges­ture that from the enemy's weapons they forged no new weapons but made a monu­ment to the gods: not to a struggle for peace, but to the glory of a peace tri­umphant over struggle.

In the wars of more recent times we find the very oppos­ite. To secure the cop­per indis­pens­able for mak­ing arms and ammuni­tion, church bells were con­fis­cated and melted down in many places. Thus bells that had glor­i­fied God or bid­den farewell to the dead became parts of death-deal­ing weapons. What a meta­morph­os­is! The mas­ter founder of bells and can­non must have been a ver­it­able mas­ter sor­cer­er, who in the earthly world could serve the cause of the upper world and the under­world at once: with his bells he served the heav­enly spheres and etern­ity just as well as the hellish under­world of wars. Such a mas­ter sor­cer­er is never out of work, for either there is peace, and then he casts bells, or there is war, and then, call­ing back his earli­er works, he melts down the great bell and the passing bell, and casts can­non.

He who com­mands the extremes holds excep­tion­al power. The mas­ter founder of bells and can­non is also an ini­ti­ate into the mys­tery of life and death. And so the bell-founder is not neces­sar­ily a paci­fist, nor is the can­non-founder neces­sar­ily a mur­der­ous athe­ist.

The suc­cess of cast­ing a bell is its first toll, the suc­cess of cast­ing a can­non its first boom – each reaches its cli­max in sound. We are not neces­sar­ily mas­ter founders of bells and can­non, and yet it hap­pens that we must unite the extreme forces of life, all the strength of our bet­ter self and our worse self, to accom­plish cer­tain of our tasks. For the sake of a high­er goal, even the less flat­ter­ing qual­it­ies can be integ­rated. The six moral enemies – lust, anger, greed, illu­sion, mad­ness and envy – are hardly flat­ter­ing traits, yet, as with the meta­morph­os­is of cop­per, these traits too can be drawn into the course of spir­itu­al devel­op­ment, when you crave the truth, are angry with your faults, or greed­ily long for per­fec­tion. Illu­sion, but divine illu­sion, if you for­get the great­ness of God in order to come closer to him, and so one of the treas­ures of the mys­tics can be yours, divine rap­ture. Envy alone is worth elim­in­at­ing: it is the dross that neither the can­non nor the bell needs.