About Me


Giorgio Tarditi Spagnoli PhD is a free researcher in Spiritual Science, or Anthroposophy, founded by Rudolf Steiner. He strives to unite the rigor of the scientific investigation of nature with the understanding of the world of the Soul and the Spirit, in Man and in the Cosmos.

He is Naturopath, Bach Flower Therapist, Pranotherapist and Counselor. He holds a degree in Natural Sciences and a doctorate in Educational Sciences, with a thesis in Archetypal Psychology and Evolution.

My Seven-year Cycles

Mine is a long story that begins with an even longer story, the history of evolution. As a child, in fact, I could not fall asleep unless I listened to the deeds of the beings that preceded us on this Earth, they preceded us, figures that I felt even closer than my grandparents.

First Seven-year Cycle: physical body – ☽ Moon

So, my mother, hoping only five minutes were enough, was struggling to tell about the 500 million years of evolution that preceded my sleep: the “conquest of emerged lands” or of pulmonate fish, of fin in pinna shoring, miserable paw on the mainland. No toads that became princes to me, but fish that became, so to speak, toads.

So the hours went by, maybe my mother fell asleep before me, I don’t remember. But I remember that I developed a sense for the history of things: “Where does it come from? Where are you going? “Were my questions, everything that existed today had to have had a past existence, someone called him by name.

Always a little apart, I liked to think. I pretended to be animal to play, I built my worlds of ideas from nature. To every thing a name, to every name a past. I then discovered that what I thought could be put on a sheet. A design of what does not exist, an idea that becomes a sign. And I started drawing, all day, all day. I was talking with the paper and I was making the lines to my drawings, I was pretending to be an idea for real.

Second Seven-year Cycle: etheric body – ☿ Mercury

Then came the moment of elementary school, when I told my mother “I don’t have time for school I have to do many things”. Obviously I had to give up. Besides, not long before I had specifically asked that we should never be grown-ups to study nature, and when my mother said “natural sciences” I decided it was what I would do. So, to pass the time, I continued to draw until the end of elementary school came. Mentions went by, mum’s feasts passed, and even more the father’s. He passed the fifth grade exam and the middle school came.

The hated mediums, of middle age, full of self and at least as much as she was. Not that I was a rebel, in fact, too shy to know what to say, too interested in another world; I risked being rejected. The music teacher had even asked, not without a bit of malice, if I were then “normal”. Thus, the fear of staying longer in those “medium” made me resume, I became “normal” and began my personal evolution. Already in middle school I loved to talk about theology with my teacher of Latin repetitions, Roberta, who was also a theologian. And it was she who with airy openness, but not without some warning, advised me the first esoteric readings. I started with alchemy.

Third Seven-year Cycle: astral body –♀︎Venus

The high school became a land of discoveries, a competition in which there was only myself to overcome. I liked beautiful things and the sight of beauty inspired me even more to think of beauty: I sought in the aesthetics of nature that romantic ideal of reaching infinity through knowledge. He continued in the knowledge of esotericism, to which I added angelology and demonology, with some spurts of theosophy. Then, the moment of choice: at the end of high school the biology professor, Fausta, told me “Follow your path, do biology” and that of Italian, Natalina, followed “Make letters, cultivate writing”. I kept the promise I had made as a child: Natural sciences, in Genoa.

Fourth Seven-year Cycle: sentient soul –☉Sun I

I already felt I was missing something. At the time, what I knew of natural science struggled with what I felt was a spiritual necessity. They fought while I wanted to make peace. And so, lost in those high spheres of thought, my world became more and more made of ideas and less and less of reality, more and more thinking and not doing, so much so that I could no longer draw. I could no longer pass from the mind to the paper, as if it were nothing. The mild teenager I had just been, had left me interrupted. I didn’t know how to do it, I didn’t know how to say. Like the caterpillar that becomes immobile chrysalis.

But what is missing returns in a new form if we know how to recognize it. I met an elderly professor, his name is Michele Sar. He studied sponges, those primitive marine animals able to filter water to obtain imperceptible nourishment, but he did not exhaust himself in this. He studied philosophy and religions from a lifetime, and was full of immense spirituality. The old professor wanted to know me better and invited me to talk about the inner and outer nature of man every seven days. The weeks passed and I made myself simple to question myself, I became sponge for him. I spent three years among the waves of his ideas, metabolizing that nourishment.

It was the individuality that lived in Michele that introduced me to the science of the spirit, thus compensating for my natural knowledge with the spiritual one. Michele introduced me to Rudolf Steiner. And he arrived in my life as a revolution: now I saw natural science burying the hatchet and lending a hand to the science of the spirit, which for its part had stopped fluttering in the skies and had landed with its feet on the ground ! I graduated and he left the physical plane, the ashes scattered in the sea. Like a primordial soup of words, the ideas that came from nature and spirit, joined and linked, became verses, poetry. The poetry cascades were followed by short stories and writing experiments: transforming random words into history, transforming dreams into history.

Fourth Seven-year Cycle: rational soul –☉Sun II

I moved to Milan and there I decided to try a new kind of writing: I threw myself into the communication of science, with short essays and in writing a novel. I completed it just before leaving to continue the “career” in London. At the height of my dream, I realized that I had transformed myself: the metamorphosis was complete. My old childhood was dead, among her remains, a new child was born, a greater conscious of art and nature, and whose dream is to communicate. Be it poetry, novel or natural science combined with the science of the spirit. In this spirit, Art and Nature celebrated the Chemical Wedding.

I lived again three years in Milan, progressing in this way the doctorate in Educational Sciences, also in the academic field I wanted to combine what lived in my soul, the universal archetypes of man, with what was in the world of Nature, which is the mother earthly of the archetypes themselves. But I had to find a means that could be understood by the academy, to prevent my message from being misunderstood and rejected. Here I come to meet Jung’s psychology together with evolutionary biology, so that we could unite the soul element of human evolution with the physical one of the evolution of life on Earth. And so it was possible to reunite the soul and the physical aspects. At the end of the thesis I went even further, hinted at what still remained to be united: the spiritual element. Here then is that the bud was formed, the corolla with its petals well folded to form the new nucleus of life to come. The lance of light still missing from the top could call the petals to unfold in bloom …

Fifth Seven-year Cycle: consciousness soul –☉Sun III

When I realized that the academic world could only begin to accept the idea of ​​the psychosomatic union of both the world and man, I realized that the way to go to gather the light of the spirit in the flower that I had cultivated up until that point was to go out in the world to act. Here the light began to penetrate into the flower, for an act of sacrifice. So it was that several other souls came to meet me, each offering me his unexpected gifts until then: the natural cures, the Naturopathy, the Bach Flowers, the Counseling, the Pranotherapy came to me through personalities of destiny, who transmitted them to me in living way. Yes they were modern practices, which also had unexpected antecedents in those Philosophers of Nature, wise men and therapists, who tried their hand at the ancient Royal Art of alchemy, both physical and spiritual.

Here is the metamorphosis that I awaited, all methods the people of today sought to rediscover their inner and outer harmony just waiting to be infused with the knowledge I had so far consciously woven into my soul: when the Science of the Spirit meets the Wisdom of Nature, this is where modern practices find their reason in the world of spiritual causes, all in the sharing of consciousness. Thus the natural path of holistic disciplines became a viable route thanks to the compass of the Science of the Spirit. The holistic disciplines that until then seemed useful but incomplete, were now ennobled by the understanding of Anthroposophy. It was then that I recognized the flower that I had so delicately cultivated up to that point, against all opposing forces, be it the storm or the earthquake.