 Section 6 of Milton. So spake or lowlone in reminiscence astonished, but they could not behold Galgonuzar without passing the polypus, a wondrous journey not passable by immortal feet, and none but the divine Saviour can pass it without annihilation. For Galgonuzar cannot be seen till having passed the polypus, it is viewed on all sides round by a fourfold vision, or till you become mortal and vegetable in sexuality, then you behold its mighty spires and domes of ivory and gold. And ololone examined all the couches of the dead, even of Lose and Anitharmon and all the sons of Albion, and his four Zoas terrified, and on the verge of death, in midst of these was Milton's couch, and when they saw eight immortal starry ones guarding the couch in flaming fires, they thunderous uttered all a universal groan falling down, prostrate before the starry eight, asking with tears forgiveness, confessing their crime with humiliation and sorrow. Oh, how the starry eight rejoiced to see ololone descended! And now that a wide road was open to eternity by ololone's descent through Bi'u'la to Lose and Anitharmon, for mighty were the multitudes of ololone, vast the extent of their great sway reaching from Alroh to eternity, surrounding the mundane shell outside in its caverns and through Bi'u'la, and all silent for more to contend with ololone, for they saw the lord in the clouds of ololone. There is a moment in each day that Satan cannot find, nor can his watch fiends find it, but the industrious find this moment, and it multiply, and when it once is found it renovates every moment of the day if rightly placed. In this moment ololone descended to Lose and Anitharmon, unseen beyond the mundane shell southward in Milton's track. Just in this moment when the morning oras rise abroad and first from the wild time, stands a fountain and a rock of crystal flowing into two streams. One flows through Golgonuzah and through Bi'u'la to Eden, beneath Lose's western wall. The other flows through the aerial void and all the churches meeting again in Golgonuzah beyond Satan's seat. The wild time is Lose's messenger to Eden, a mighty demon, terrible, deadly and poisonous his presence in Aldro-Dark. Therefore he appears only a small root creeping in grass, covering over the rock of odours his bright purple mantle, beside the fountain above the lark's nest in Golgonuzah. Luvah slept here in death, and here is Luvah's empty tomb. Ololone sat beside this fountain on the rock of odours. Just at the place to where the lark mounts is a crystal gate. It is the entrance of the first heaven named Luthor, for the lark is Lose's messenger through the twenty-seven churches, that the seven eyes of God, who walk even to Satan's seat through all the twenty-seven heavens, may not slumber nor sleep. But the lark's nest is at the gate of Lose, at the eastern gate of wide Golgonuzah, and the lark is Lose's messenger. When on the highest lift of his slight pinions he arrives at that bright gate, another lark meets him, and back to back they touch their pinions tip-tip, and each descend to their respective earths, and their all-night consult with angels of providence, and with the eyes of God all night in slumbers inspired, and at the dawn of day send out another lark into another heaven to carry news upon his wings. Thus are the messengers dispatched till they reach the earth again in the east gate of Golgonuzah, and the twenty-eighth bright lark met the female Ololan descending into my garden. Thus it appears to mortal eyes and those of the Al-Roh heavens, but not thus to immortals the lark is a mighty angel. For Ololan stepped into the polypus within the mundane shell. They could not step into vegetable worlds without becoming the enemies of humanity except in a female form, and as one female Ololan and all its mighty hosts appeared, a virgin of twelve years, nor time nor space, was to the perception of the virgin Ololan, but as the flash of lightning, but more quick the virgin in my garden before my cottage stood for the satanic space is delusion. For when Lose joined with me he took me in his fiery whirlwind, my vegetated portion was hurried from Lambeth's shade, he sat me down in Phelps Vale and prepared a beautiful cottage for me, that in three years I might write all these visions, to display in nature a cruel holiness, the deceits of natural religion. Walking in my cottage garden, sudden I beheld the virgin Ololan and addressed her as a daughter of Be'Ula. Virgin of Providence fear not to enter into my cottage. What is thy message to thy friend? What am I now to do? Is it again to plunge into deeper refliction? Behold me ready to obey, but pity thou my shadow of delight. Enter my cottage, comfort her, for she is sick with fatigue. The virgin answered, Nowest thou of Milton, who descended driven from eternity? Him I seek. Terrified as my act in great eternity, which thou knowest, I come him to seek. So Ololan uttered in words distinct the anxious thought, mild was the voice, but more distinct than any earthly, that Milton's shadow heard and condensing all his fibers into a strength impregnable of majesty and beauty infinite. I saw he was the covering-kerub, and within him Satan, and Rahab in an outside which is fallacious, within beyond the outline of identity in the selfhood deadly, and he appeared the wicker man of Scandinavia, in whom Jerusalem's children consume in flames among the stars. Descending down into my garden a human wonder of God, reaching from heaven to earth a cloud and human form, I beheld Milton, with astonishment, and in him beheld the monstrous churches of Biola, the gods of Alroad, dark, twelve monstrous, dishumanized, terrors, synagogues of Satan. A double twelve and thrice nine such their divisions, and these their names and their places within the mundane shell. In Tyre and Cedon I saw Baal and Ash-Taroth, in Moab-Chemosh, in Ammon-Molech, loud his furnaces rage among the wheels of Og, and peeling loud the cries of the victims of fire, and pale his priestesses enfolded in veils of pestilence, bordered with war, woven in looms of Tyre and Cedon by beautiful Ash-Taroth. In Palestine Dagon, sea-monster, worshipped over the sea, Thamus in Lebanon, and Rimon in Damascus, Curtain, Osiris, Isis, Aorus in Egypt, dark their tabernacles on Nile floating with solemn songs, and on the lakes of Egypt nightly with pomp even till morning break, and Osiris appear in the sky, but Belial of Sodom and Gomorrah, obscure demon of bribes, and secret assassinations, not worshiped nor adored, but with the finger on the lips and the back turned to the light, and Saturn, Jove, and Rhea off the aisles of the sea remote. These twelve gods are the twelve spectre-sons of the Druid Albion, and these the names of the twenty-seven heavens and their churches, Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalil, Jared, Inoch, Metusala, Lamech, these are giants mighty hermaphroditic, Noah, Shem, Arkhasat, Cainan II, Salah, Heber, Peek, Rauh, Sirukh, Nahor, Terah, these are the female males, a male within a female hid as in an Ark and Curtains, Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemagne, Luther, these seven are the male females, the dragon-forms, religion-hidden war, a dragon-red and hidden harlot. All these are seen in Milton's shadow, who is the covering-herup, the spectre of Albion in which the spectre of Luva inhabits, and the Newtonian voids between the substances of creation. For the chaotic voids outside the stars are measured by the stars, which are the boundaries of kingdoms, provinces, and empires of chaos invisible to the vegetable man. The kingdom of Og is in Orion, Sion is in Ophiocos, Og has twenty-seven districts, Sion's districts twenty-one from star to star. Mountains and valleys, terrible dimensions stretched out, compose the mundane shell, a mighty incrustation of forty-eight deformed human wonders of the Almighty, with caverns whose remotest bottoms meet again beyond the mundane shell in Golgonuza, but the fires of Lors rage in the remotest bottoms of the caves, that none can pass into eternity that way, but all descend to Lors, to Bola Hula and Alamanda, and to Antuthon Benethon. The heavens are the Cherub, the twelve gods are Satan. And the forty-eight starry regions are cities of the Levites, the heads of the great polypus, fourfold twelve enormity, in mighty and mysterious commingling enemy with enemy, woven by Euryzen into sexes from his mantle of years. And Milton, collecting all his fibers into impregnable strength, descended down a paved work of all kinds of precious stones, out from the eastern sky descending down into my cottage garden, clothed in black, severe and silent, he descended. The specter of Satan stood upon the roaring sea, and beheld Milton, with an high-sleeping humanity, trembling and shuddering he stood upon the waves, a twenty-seven-fold mighty demon, gorgeous and beautiful, loud rolled his thunders against Milton, loud Satan thundered, loud and dark upon mild-fell-pum shore, not daring to touch one fiber he hurled round upon the sea. I also stood in Satan's bosom and beheld its desolations, a ruined man, a ruined building of God not made with hands, its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible, its pits and declivities flowing with molten ore and fountains of pitch and nighter, its ruined palaces and cities and mighty works, its furnaces of affliction in which his angels and emanations labor with blackened visages among its dependous ruins, arches and pyramids and porches, colonnades and domes, in which dwells mystery Babylon. Here is her secret place from hence she comes forth on the churches in delight. Here is her cup filled with its poisons, in these horrid veils, and here her scarlet veil woven in pestilence and war. Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the dens of Babylon. In the eastern porch of Satan's universe Milton stood and said, Satan, my specter, I know my power thee to annihilate and be a greater in thy place and be thy tabernacle, a covering for thee to do thy will till one greater comes and smites me as I smote thee and becomes my covering. Such are the laws of thy false heavens, but laws of eternity are not such. Know thou, I come to self-annihilation, such are the laws of eternity that each shall mutually annihilate himself for others good as I for thee. Thy purpose and the purpose of thy priests and of thy churches is to impress on men the fear of death, to teach trembling and fear, terror, constriction, abject selfishness, minus to teach men to despise death and to go on in fearless majesty and annihilating self, laughing to scorn thy laws and terrors, shaking down thy synagogues as webs, I come to discover before heaven and hell the self-righteousness in all its hypocritic turpitude, opening to every eye these wonders of Satan's holiness, shooing to the earth the idle virtues of the natural heart and Satan's seat, exploring all its selfish natural virtue, and put off in self-annihilation all that is not of God alone, to put off self and all I have ever and ever amen. Satan heard, coming in a cloud with trumpets and flaming fire, saying, I am God, the judge of all, the living and the dead, fall therefore down and worship me, submit thy supreme dictate to my eternal will and to my dictate bow. I hold the balances of right and just and mind the sword, seven angels bear my name, and in those seven I appear, but I alone am God, and I alone in heaven and earth, of all that live dear utter this, others tremble and bow, till all things become one great Satan in holiness opposed to mercy and the divine delusion Jesus be no more. Suddenly around Milton on my path the starry seven burned terrible, my path became a solid fire, as bright as the clear sun and Milton's silent came down on my path, and there went forth from the starry limbs of the seven forms human with trumpets innumerable, sounding articulate as the sevens beg, and they stood in a mighty column of fire, surrounding Phelps Vale reaching to the mundane shell, saying, awake Albion, awake, reclaim thy reasoning specter, subdue him to the divine mercy, cast him down into the lake of Lohs that ever burneth with fire, ever and ever, amen. Let the four Zoas awake from the slumbers of six thousand years, then, loud the furnaces of Lohs were heard, and seen as seven heavens stretching from south to north over the mountains of Albion. Satan heard, trembling round his body, he encircled it, he trembled with exceeding great trembling and astonishment, howling in his specter round his body, hungering to devour, but fearing for the pain, for if he touches a vital, his torment is unendurable, therefore he cannot devour, but howls round it as a lion round his prey continually, loud Satan thundered, loud and dark, upon mild Phelps shore. Coming in a cloud with trumpets and with fiery flame, an awful form eastward from midst of a bright paved work of precious stones, by Kirubim surrounded, so permitted, lest he should fall apart in his eternal death, to imitate the eternal great humanity divine, surrounded by his Kirubim and Seraphim, in ever happy eternity. Beneath set chaos, sin on his right hand, death on his left, and ancient night spread over all the heaven his mantle of laws, he trembled with exceeding great trembling and astonishment. Then Albion rose up in the night of Bi'ula on his couch, of dread repose seen by the visionary eye, his face is toward the east toward Jerusalem's gates, groaning he said above his rocks. London and Bath and Legions and Edinburgh are the four pillars of his throne. His left foot near London covers the shades of Tyburn, his instep from Windsor to Primrose Hill stretching to Highgate and Holloway. London is between his knees, its basements fourfold, his right foot stretches to the sea on Dovercliffs, his heel on Canterbury's ruins, his right hand covers Lofty Wales, his left Scotland, his bosom girt with gold involves York, Edinburgh, Durham and Carlisle, and on the front Bath Oxford Cambridge Norwich, his right elbow leans on the rocks of Arran's land, Ireland ancient nation. His head bends over London. He sees his embodied specter trembling before him with exceeding great trembling and fear. He views Jerusalem and Babylon, his tears flow down, he moved his right foot to Cornwall, his left to the rocks of Bognor. He strove to rise to walk into the deep but strength failing for bed and down with dreadful groans he sunk upon his couch in Mooney Bueller, lost his strong guard walks round beneath the moon. Euryzen feints in terrors driving among the brooks of Arnan with Milton's spirit as the plowman or artificer or shepherd, while in the labours of his calling sends his thought abroad to labour in the ocean or in the starry heaven. So Milton laboured in chasms of the mundane shell. Though here before my cottage midst the starry seven, where the virgin Orlolan stood trembling in the porch. Loud Satan thundered on the stormy sea circling Albion's cliffs in which the fourfold world resides. Though seen and fellacy outside, a fallacy of Satan's churches. Before Orlolan Milton stood and perceived the eternal form of that mild vision, wondrous were their acts by me unknown, except remotely, and I heard Orlolan say to Milton, I see these strife upon the brooks of Arnan, they're a dread and awful man I see, or covered with a mantle of years. I behold loss and Euryzen, I behold orc and Tharmus, the four Zoas of Albion and thy spirit with them striving in self annihilation, giving thy life to thy enemies, are those who contend religion and seek to annihilate it. Become in their feminine portions the causes and promoters of these religions, how is this thing, this Newtonian phantasm, this Voltaire and Rousseau, this human gibbon and bollingbroke, this natural religion. This impossible absurdity, is Orlolan the cause of this? Oh where shall I hide my face, these tears fall for the little ones, the children of Jerusalem, lest they be annihilated in thy annihilation. No sooner she had spoke, but Rahab Babylon appeared, eastward upon the paved work across Europe and Asia, glorious as the midday sun in Satan's bosom glowing, a female hidden in a male, religion hidden in war. Named Moral Virtue, cruel twofold monster shining bright a dragon red and hidden harlot, which John in Patmos saw. And all beneath the nations innumerable of Ulro appeared the seven kingdoms of Canaan and five Balim of Philistia, into twelve divided called after the names of Israel, as they are in Eden. Mountain, river and plain, city and sandy desert intermingled beyond mortal Ken. But turning toward Orlolan in terrible majesty, Milton replied, Obey thou the words of the inspired man, all that can be annihilated must be annihilated. That the children of Jerusalem may be saved from slavery, there is a negation, and there is a contrary. The negation must be destroyed to redeem the contraries. The negation is the specter, the reasoning power in man. This is a false body, an incrustation over my immortal spirit, a selfhood which must be put off and annihilated all way, to cleanse the face of my spirit by self-examination, to bath in the waters of life, to wash off the not-human I come in self-anihilation and the grandeur of inspiration, to cast off rational demonstration by faith in the Savior, to cast off the rotten rags of memory by inspiration, to cast off bacon, lock, and Newton from Albion's covering, to take off his filthy garments and clothe him with imagination, to cast the sight from poetry all that is not inspiration, that it no longer shall dare to mock with the aspergion of madness cast in the inspired by the tame high finisher of paltry blots, indefinite or paltry rhymes or paltry harmonies, who creeps into state government like a cater-pillar to destroy, to cast off the idiot-questioner who is always questioning, but never capable of answering, who sits with a sly grin, silent plotting, when to question like a thief in a cave, who publishes doubt and calls it knowledge, whose science is despair, whose pretence to knowledge is envy, whose whole science is to destroy the wisdom of ages to gratify ravenous envy, that rages round him like a wolf day and night without rest. He smiles with condescension. He talks of benevolence and virtue, and those who act with benevolence and virtue, they murder time on time. These are the destroyers of Jerusalem. These are the murderers of Jesus, who deny the faith and mock at eternal life, who pretend to poetry that they may destroy imagination. By imitation of nature's images drawn from remembrance, these are the sexual garments, the abomination of desolation, hiding the human linements as with an ark and curtains which Jesus rent, and now shall holy purge away with fire till generation is swallowed up in regeneration. Then trembled the virgin ololan and replied in clouds of despair, Is this our feminine portion, the six-fold metonic female, terribly this portion trembles before the awful man? Although our human power can sustain the severe contentions of friendship, our sexual cannot, but flies into the alroh. Hence arose all our terrors in eternity, and now remembrance returns upon us. Are we contraries, O Milton, thou and I, O immortal? How were we led to war, the wars of death? Is this the void outside of existence, which if entered into becomes a womb? And is this the death-couch of Albion? Thou goest to eternal death, and all must go with thee. So, saying the virgin divided six-fold and with a shriek dolorous that ran through all creation a double six-fold wonder, away from ololan she divided and fled into the depths of Milton's shadow as a dove upon the stormy sea. Then as a moony ark ololan descended to Phelps Vale in clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings into the fires of intellect that rejoiced in Phelps Vale. Around the starry eight, with one accord, the starry eight became one man, Jesus the Saviour. Wonderful, round his limbs, the clouds of ololan folded as a garment dipped in blood, written within and without in woven letters, and the writing is the divine revelation in the literal expression. A garment of war I heard it named the Woof of six thousand years. And I beheld the 24 cities of Albion arise upon their thrones to judge the nations of the earth, and the immortal four in whom the 24 appear fourfold arose around Albion's body. Jesus wept and walked forth from Phelps Vale, clothed in clouds of blood to enter into Albion's bosom, the bosom of death and the four surrounded him in the column of fire in Phelps Vale. Then to their mouths the four applied their four trumpets, and them sounded to the four winds. Terror struck in the Vale. I stood at that immortal sound my bones trembled. I fell outstretched upon the path. A moment at my soul returned into its mortal state to resurrection and judgment in the vegetable body, and my sweet shadow of delight stood trembling by my side. Immediately the lark mounted with a loud trill from Phelps Vale and the wild time from Wimbledon's green and in purple hills, and lost at any tharm on rose over the hills of Surrey, the clouds roared over London with a south wind. Soft oothon pants in the whales of Lambeth, weeping or her human harvest. Lost listens to the cry of the poor man. His cloud over London in volume terrific low bended in anger. Rintra and Palama Bronn view the human harvest beneath. Their wine presses and barns stand open. The ovens are prepared. The wagon's ready. Terrific lions and tigers sport and play. All animals upon the earth are prepared in all their strength to go forth to the great harvest and vintage of the nations. Phines. End of section six of Milton, a poem by William Blake. End of Milton, a poem by William Blake. This recording is in the public domain.