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A Master-Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology
By H. P. Blavatsky
Blavatsky's
first major work on theosophy, examining religion and science in the
light of Western and Oriental ancient wisdom and occult and
spiritualistic phenomena.
Theosophical
University Press Online Edition (print version also available).
Electronic version ISBN 1-55700-135-9. This edition may be
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limitations in ASCII character fonts, and for ease of searching, no
diacritical marks appear in the electronic version of the text.
CONTENTS
VOLUME 1
PREFACE
(pages v - viii)
BEFORE
THE VEIL (pages ix - xlv)
Dogmatic assumptions of modern science and theology / The Platonic philosophy affords the only middle ground / Review of the ancient philosophical systems / A Syriac manuscript on Simon Magus / Glossary of terms used in this book
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Volume First: THE "INFALLIBILITY" OF MODERN SCIENCE.
CHAPTER 1: OLD THINGS WITH NEW NAMES (pages 1 - 38)
The Oriental Kabala / Ancient traditions supported by modern research / The progress of mankind marked by cycles / Ancient cryptic science / Priceless value of the Vedas / Mutilations of the Jewish sacred books in translation / Magic always regarded as a divine science / Achievements of its adepts and hypotheses of their modern detractors / Man's yearning for immortality
CHAPTER 2: PHENOMENA AND FORCES (pages 39 - 73)
The servility of society / Prejudice and bigotry of men of science / They are chased by psychical phenomena / Lost arts / The human will the master-force of forces / Superficial generalizations of the French savants / Mediumistic phenomena, to what attributable / Their relation to crime
CHAPTER 3: BLIND LEADERS OF THE BLIND (pages 74 - 99)
Huxley's derivation from the Orohippus / Comte, his system and disciples / The London materialists / Borrowed robes / Emanation of the objective universe from the subjective
CHAPTER 4: THEORIES RESPECTING PSYCHIC PHENOMENA (pages 100 - 125)
Theory of de Gasparin / [[Theory]] of Thury / [[Theory]] of des Mousseaux, de Mirville / [[Theory]] of Babinet / [[Theory]] of Houdin / [[Theory]] of MM. Royer and Jobart de Lamballe / The twins — "unconscious cerebration" and "unconscious ventriloquism" / Theory of Crookes / [[Theory]] of Faraday / [[Theory]] of Chevreuil / The Mendeleyeff commission of 1876 / Soul blindness
CHAPTER 5: THE ETHER, OR "ASTRAL LIGHT" (pages 126 - 162)
One primal force, but many correlations / Tyndall narrowly escapes a great discovery / The impossibility of miracle / Nature of the primordial substance / Interpretation of certain ancient myths / Experiments of the fakirs / Evolution in Hindu allegory
CHAPTER 6: PSYCHO-PHYSICAL PHENOMENA (pages 163 - 205)
The debt we owe to Paracelsus / Mesmerism — its parentage, reception, potentiality / "Psychometry" / Time, space, eternity / Transfer of energy from the visible to the invisible universe / The Crookes experiments and Cox theory
CHAPTER 7: THE ELEMENTS, ELEMENTALS, AND ELEMENTARIES (pages 206 - 252)
Attraction and repulsion universal in all the kingdoms of nature / Psychical phenomena depend on physical surroundings / Observations in Siam / Music in nervous disorders / The "world-soul" and its potentialities / Healing by touch, and healers / "Diakka" and Porphyry's bad demons / The quenchless lamp / Modern ignorance of vital force / Antiquity of the theory of force-correlation / Universality of belief in magic
CHAPTER 8: SOME MYSTERIES OF NATURE (pages 253 - 292)
Do the planets affect human destiny? / Very curious passage from Hermes / The restlessness of matter / Prophecy of Nostradamus fulfilled / Sympathies between planets and plants / Hindu knowledge of the properties of colors / "Coincidences" the panacea of modern science / The moon and the tides / Epidemic mental and moral disorders / The gods of the Pantheons only natural forces / Proofs of the magical powers of Pythagoras / The viewless races of ethereal space / The "four truths" of Buddhism
CHAPTER 9: CYCLIC PHENOMENA (pages 293 - 337)
Meaning of the expression "coats of skin" / Natural selection and its results / The Egyptian "circle of necessity" / Pre-Adamite races / Descent of spirit into matter / The triune nature of man / The lowest creatures in the scale of being / Elementals specifically described / Proclus on the beings of the air / Various names for elementals / Swedenborgian views on soul-death / Earth-bound human souls / Impure mediums and their "guides" / Psychometry an aid to scientific research
CHAPTER 10: THE INNER AND OUTER MAN (pages 338 - 378)
Pere Felix arraigns the scientists / The "Unknowable" / Danger of evocations by tyros / Lares and Lemures / Secrets of Hindu temples / Reincarnation / Witchcraft and witches/ The sacred soma trance / Vulnerability of certain "shadows" / Experiment of Clearchus on a sleeping boy / The author witnesses a trial of magic in India / Case of the Cevennois
CHAPTER 11: PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL MARVELS (pages 379 - 416)
Invulnerability attainable by man / Projecting the force of the will / Insensibility to snake-poison / Charming serpents by music / Teratological phenomena discussed / The psychological domain confessedly unexplored / Despairing regrets of Berzelius / Turning a river into blood a vegetable phenomenon
CHAPTER 12: THE "IMPASSABLE CHASM" (pages 417 - 461)
Confessions of ignorance by men of science / The Pantheon of nihilism / Triple composition of fire / Instinct and reason defined / Philosophy of the Hindu Jains/ Deliberate misrepresentations of Lempriere / Man's astral soul not immortal / The reincarnation of Buddha / Magical sun and moon pictures of Thibet / Vampirism — its phenomena explained / Bengalese jugglery
CHAPTER 13: REALITIES AND ILLUSION (pages 462 - 514)
The rationale of talismans / Unexplained mysteries / Magical experiment in Bengal / Chibh Chondor's surprising feats / The Indian tape-climbing trick an illusion / Resuscitation of buried fakirs / Limits of suspended animation / Mediumship totally antagonistic to adeptship / What are "materialized spirits"? / The Shudala Madan / Philosophy of levitation / The elixir and alkahest
CHAPTER 14: EGYPTIAN WISDOM (pages 515 - 574)
Origin of the Egyptians / Their mighty engineering works / The ancient land of the Pharaohs / Antiquity of the Nilotic monuments / Arts of war and peace / Mexican myths and ruins / Resemblances to the Egyptian / Moses a priest of Osiris / The lessons taught by the ruins of Siam / The Egyptian Tau at Palenque
CHAPTER 15: INDIA THE CRADLE OF THE RACE (575 - 628)
Acquisition of the "secret doctrine" / Two relics owned by a Pali scholar / Jealous exclusiveness of the Hindus / Lydia Maria Child on Phallic symbolism / The age of the Vedas and Manu / Traditions of pre-diluvian races / Atlantis and its peoples / Peruvian relics / The Gobi desert and its secrets / Thibetan and Chinese legends / The magician aids, not impedes, nature / Philosophy, religion, arts and sciences bequeathed by Mother India to posterity
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VOLUME 2
TITLE PAGE
PREFACE (iii - iv)
Mrs. Elizabeth Thompson and Baroness Burdett-Coutts.
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Volume Second: THE "INFALLIBILITY" OF MODERN RELIGION.
CHAPTER 1: THE CHURCH: WHERE IS IT? (1-54)
Church statistics / Catholic "miracles" and spiritualistic "phenomena" / Christian and Pagan beliefs compared / Magic and sorcery practiced by Christian clergy / Comparative theology a new science / Eastern traditions as to Alexandrian Library / Roman pontiffs imitators of the Hindu Brahm-atma / Christian dogmas derived from heathen philosophy / Doctrine of the Trinity of Pagan origin / Disputes between Gnostics and Church Fathers / Bloody records of Christianity
CHAPTER 2: CHRISTIAN CRIMES AND HEATHEN VIRTUES. (55-122)
Sorceries of Catherine of Medicis / Occult arts practiced by the clergy / Witch-burnings and auto-da-fe of little children / Lying Catholic saints / Pretensions of missionaries in India and China / Sacrilegious tricks of Catholic clergy / Paul a kabalist / Peter not the founder of Roman church / Strict lives of Pagan hierophants / High character of ancient "mysteries" / Jacolliot's account of Hindu fakirs / Christian symbolism derived from Phallic worship / Hindu doctrine of the Pitris / Brahminic spirit-communion / Dangers of untrained mediumship /
CHAPTER 3: DIVISIONS AMONGST THE EARLY CHRISTIANS. (123-166)
Resemblance between early Christianity and Buddhism / Peter never in Rome / Meanings of "Nazar" and "Nazarene" / Baptism a derived right / Is Zoroaster a generic name? / Pythagorean teachings of Jesus / The Apocalypse kabalistic / Jesus considered an adept by some Pagan philosophers and early Christians / Doctrine of permutation / The meaning of God-Incarnate / Dogmas of the Gnostics / Ideas of Marcion, the "heresiarch" / Precepts of Manu / Jehovah identical with Bacchus
CHAPTER 4: ORIENTAL COSMOGONIES AND BIBLE RECORDS. (167-211)
Discrepancies in the Pentateuch / Indian, Chaldean and Ophite systems compared / Who were the first Christians? / Christos and Sophia-Achamoth / Secret doctrine taught by Jesus / Jesus never claimed to be God / New Testament narratives and Hindu legends / Antiquity of the "Logos" and "Christ" / Comparative Virgin-worship
CHAPTER 5: MYSTERIES OF THE KABALA. (212-250)
En-Soph and the Sephiroth / The primitive wisdom-religion / The book of Genesis a compilation of Old World legends / The Trinity of the Kabala / Gnostic and Nazarene systems contrasted with Hindu myths / Kabalism in the book of Ezekiel / Story of the resurrection of Jairus's daughter found in the history of Christna / Untrustworthy teachings of the early Fathers / Their persecuting spirit
CHAPTER 6: ESOTERIC DOCTRINES OF BUDDHISM PARODIED IN CHRISTIANITY. (251-290)
Decisions of Nicean Council, how arrived at / Murder of Hypatia / Origin of the fish-symbol of Vishnu / Kabalistic doctrine of the Cosmogony / Diagrams of Hindu and Chaldeo-Jewish systems / Ten mythical Avatars of Vishnu / Trinity of man taught by Paul / Socrates and Plato on soul and spirit / True Buddhism, what it is
CHAPTER 7: EARLY CHRISTIAN HERESIES AND SECRET SOCIETIES. (291-347)
Nazareans, Ophites, and modern Druzes / Etymology of IAO / "Hermetic Brothers" of Egypt / True meaning of Nirvana / The Jayna sect / Christians and Chrestians / The Gnostics and their detractors / Buddha, Jesus, and Apollonius of Tyana
CHAPTER 8: JESUITRY AND MASONRY. (348-404)
The Sohar and Rabbi Simeon / The Order of Jesuits and its relation to some of the Masonic orders / Crimes permitted to its members / Principles of Jesuitry compared with those of Pagan moralists / Trinity of man in Egyptian Book of the Dead / Freemasonry no longer esoteric / Persecution of Templars by the Church / Secret Masonic ciphers / Jehovah not the "Ineffable Name"
CHAPTER 9: THE VEDAS AND THE BIBLE. (405-476)
Nearly every myth based on some great truth / Whence the Christian Sabbath / Antiquity of the Vedas / Pythagorean doctrine of the potentialities of numbers / "Days" of Genesis and "Days" of Brahma / Fall of man and the Deluge in the Hindu books / Antiquity of the Mahabharata / Were the ancient Egyptians of the Aryan race? / Samuel, David, and Solomon mythical personages / Symbolism of Noah's Ark / The Patriarchs identical with zodiacal signs / All Bible legends belong to universal history
CHAPTER 10: THE DEVIL-MYTH. (477-529)
The devil officially recognized by the Church / Satan the mainstay of sacerdotalism / Identity of Satan with the Egyptian Typhon / His relation to serpent-worship / The Book of Job and the Book of the Dead / The Hindu devil a metaphysical abstraction / Satan and the Prince of Hell in the Gospel of Nicodemus
CHAPTER 11: COMPARATIVE RESULTS OF BUDDHISM AND CHRISTIANITY. (530-586)
The age of philosophy produced no atheists / The legends of three Saviours / Christian doctrine of the Atonement illogical / Cause of the failure of missionaries to convert Buddhists and Brahmanists / Neither Buddha nor Jesus left written records / The grandest mysteries of religion in the Bagaved-gita / The meaning of regeneration explained in the Satapa-Brahmana / The sacrifice of blood interpreted / Demoralization of British India by Christian missionaries / The Bible less authenticated than any other sacred book / Knowledge of chemistry and physics displayed by Indian jugglers
CHAPTER 12: CONCLUSIONS AND ILLUSTRATIONS. (587-640)
Recapitulation of fundamental propositions / Seership of the soul and of the spirit / The phenomenon of the so-called spirit-hand / Difference between mediums and adepts / Interview of an English ambassador with a reincarnated Buddha / Flight of a lama's astral body related by Abbe Huc / Schools of magic in Buddhist lamaseries / The unknown race of Hindu Todas / Will-power of fakirs and yogis / Taming of wild beasts by fakirs / Evocation of a living spirit by a Shaman, witnessed by the writer / Sorcery by the breath of a Jesuit Father / Why the study of magic is almost impracticable in Europe / Conclusion
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Appendix 3
How "Isis Unveiled" Was Written.*
By Alexander Wilder, M. D.
From The Word, May 1908 (7:2)
*The authorship of "Isis Unveiled" has sometimes been questioned. Some persons have claimed it for themselves. The one individual best able to bear witness, from among all who had personal knowledge of the authorship, is Alexander Wilder, physician and scholar, the most able of the Platonists. To-day, at 85 years, he has the buoyancy of youth, the mental virility of manhood, and all with his Platonic "enthusiasm." — H. W. P.
One
morning in the autumn of 1876, I saw in the New York "Tribune"
the mention of a work in process of publication styled "Art-Magic,"
which would treat of recondite subjects. Having from earlier years
been interested in such matters, I wrote to the address there given
and received a reply from Mrs. Hardinge-Britton. Besides answering
my inquiry, she told me of the forming of a Theosophical Society,
then taking place. But I did not pursue this clue. I had become
disgusted with individual pretensions to superior powers, and
unusual names have for me no attraction. Some weeks later, however,
learning that the book had been printed, I called upon Mrs. Britton
and received a copy. She stated that the author did not give his
name, and that he would not require the payment which I was to make,
paying a compliment to my intellectual qualifications as something
unusual in this field. The book was very interesting to me, and
contained many valuable nuggets in relation to arcane matters.
Unfortunately, there was no index, and the omission of an index
takes away half the usefulness of a book to a student. There was no
allusion in the book to the Theosophical Society, and I had no
curiosity to know about the organization.
At
that time I had been editing several publications for Mr. J. W.
Bouton, a bookseller in New York, and was lecturing and contributing
papers for one or two periodicals. Other engagements and
associations had been laid aside. I had barely heard of Madame
Blavatsky, but in no connection with anything relating to Theosophy,
or other subject that I knew anything about. She had been described
as having introduced herself to an acquaintance as a "rushing
Russian," and her manner had attracted attention. Nothing more
was elicited at that time.
On
a pleasant afternoon, in early autumn, some months later, I was
alone in the house. The bell was rung, and I answered at the door.
Colonel Henry S. Olcott was there with an errand to myself. I did
not recognize him, as I had never had any occasion to make his
acquaintance, but he having had some governmental business with one
of my employers several years before, had known me ever since. He
had never suspected, however, that I took any interest whatever in
unusual subjects; so completely successful had I been in keeping
myself unknown even to those who from daily association imagined
that they knew me very thoroughly. A long service in journalism,
familiar relations with public men, and active participation in
political matters, seemed to have shut out from notice an ardent
passion for mystic speculation, and the transcendental philosophy. I
think that Colonel Olcott had himself been taken somewhat by
surprise.
He
had been referred to me by Mr. Bouton. Madam Blavatsky had compiled
a work upon occult and philosophic subjects, and Mr. Bouton had been
asked in relation to undertaking its publication. Why it had been
referred to me I could never well understand. Mr. Bouton had taken
passage for England a few days before, and I had visited him several
times, even going over from Newark to bid him farewell the morning
that he left. Yet he had not said a word to me about the manuscript.
Did he really expect me to read it, or was he merely endeavoring to
shirk having anything to do with it without actually refusing
outright? I am now inclined to the opinion that he referred Colonel
Olcott to me to evade saying "No." At the time, however, I
supposed that, although the mode of proceeding was not that of a man
of business, Mr. Bouton really meant that I should examine the work,
and I agreed to undertake the task.
It
was truly a ponderous document and displayed research in a very
extended field, requiring diligence, familiarity with the various
topics, as well as a purpose to be fair to the writer. Regarding
myself as morally obligated to act for the advantage of Mr. Bouton,
I showed no favor beyond what I believed justice to demand. I
regarded it a duty to be severe. In my report to him, I stated that
the manuscript was the product of great research, and that so far as
related to current thinking, there was a revolution in it, but I
added that I deemed it too long for remunerative publishing.
Mr.
Bouton, however, presently agreed to publish the work. I never
learned the terms, but subsequent occurrences led me to presume that
they were not carefully considered. He procured the copyright in his
own name, which enabled him to control the price, and he refused
every proposition afterward to transfer the ownership to the author,
or to cheapen the cost. He placed the manuscript again in my hands,
with instructions to shorten it as much as it would bear. This was a
discretionary power that was far from agreeable. It can hardly be
fair that a person acting solely in behalf of the publisher should
have such authority over the work of an author. Nevertheless, I
undertook the task. While abridging the work, I endeavored in every
instance to preserve the thought of the author in plain language,
removing only such terms and matter as might be regarded as
superfluous, and not necessary to the main purpose. In this way,
enough was taken out to fill a volume of respectable dimensions. In
doing all this, I consulted only what I supposed to be Mr. Bouton's
advantage, and believed that he so regarded it, as I had only his
instructions. But it proved to be only a "labor of love."
Colonel
Olcott was very desirous that I should become acquainted with Madam
Blavatsky. He appeared to hold her in high regard closely
approaching to veneration, and to consider the opportunity to know
her a rare favor for any one. I was hardly able to share his
enthusiasm. Having a natural diffidence about making new
acquaintances, and acting as a critic upon her manuscript, I
hesitated for a long time. Finally, however, these considerations
were passed over and I accompanied him to their establishment in
Forty-seventh Street.
It
was a "flat," that unhomelike fashion of abode that now
extends over populous cities, superseding the household and family
relationship wherever it prevails. The building where they lived had
been "transmogrified" for such purposes, and they occupied
a suite of apartments on an upper floor. The household in this case
comprised several individuals, with separate employments. They
generally met at meal-time, together with such guests from elsewhere
as might happen to be making a visit.
The
dining room was furnished in simple style with no affectation of
anything unusual or extraordinary. Perhaps, I ought to add that
later in the year following, this condition was quite considerably
modified. The autumn of 1879 was characterized, as I have never
since observed it, by the richness of color in the foliage. Numerous
parties visited the woods around to gather the tinted leaves for
ornamental purposes. One of the inmates of the flat, a foreigner who
was in rapport with the Theosophical fraternity, had in this way,
procured a large quantity and set herself to use them to decorate
the dining room. She made several emblematic figures, the double
triangle being the principal one of these. Then she followed with an
Oriental landscape extending the length of the apartment. There were
to be seen the figures of an elephant, a monkey, and other
creatures, and a man standing as if contemplating the scene. This
decoration remained through the winter till the household had broken
up. I then brought it away to Newark and set it up in a hall. Here
it remained several years. It was there when Mr. G. R. S. Mead
visited me. I sent it afterward to Miss Caroline Hancock at
Sacramento, and she in turn presented it to the Theosophical Society
at San Francisco. Doubtless it has long since met the fate of
wornout furniture. But it had notoriety in its earlier days, from
the admiration of visitors for its ingenuity and oddness of
conception, and descriptions of it were published in several
newspapers.
The
study in which Madam Blavatsky lived and worked was arranged after a
quaint and very primitive manner. It was a large front room, and
being on the side next the street, was well lighted. In the midst of
this was her "den," a spot fenced off on three sides by
temporary partitions, writing desk and shelves for books. She had it
as convenient as it was unique. She had but to reach out an arm to
get a book, paper or other article that she might desire, that was
within the enclosure. The place could not accord with a vivid sense
of beauty, except after the ancient Greek conception that beauty is
fitness for its purpose, everything certainly being convenient and
handy. In this place Madam Blavatsky reigned supreme, gave her
orders, issued her judgments, conducted her correspondence, received
her visitors and produced the manuscript of her book.
She
did not resemble in manner or figure what I had been led to expect.
She was tall, but not strapping; her countenance bore the marks and
exhibited the characteristics of one who had seen much, thought
much, traveled much, and experienced much. Her figure reminded me of
the description which Hippokrates has given to the Scyths, the race
from which she probably descended. Her dress I do not feel competent
to describe, and in fact never noticed so as to be able to remember.
I am a man and seldom observant of a woman's attire. My attention is
given to the individual, and unless the clothing should be
strikingly different from the current style,
I would be unable
to speak of it intelligently or intelligibly. All that I have to say
is that she was completely dressed. Her appearance was certainly
impressive, but in no respect was she coarse, awkward, or ill-bred.
On the other hand she exhibited culture, familiarity with the
manners of the most courtly society and genuine courtesy itself. She
expressed her opinions with boldness and decision, but not
obtrusively. It was easy to perceive that she had not been kept
within the circumscribed limitations of a common female education;
she knew a vast variety of topics and could discourse freely upon
them.
In
several particulars, I presume that I never fairly or fully
understood her. Perhaps this may have extended further than I am
willing to admit. I have heard tell of her profession of superhuman
powers and of extraordinary occurrences that would be termed
miraculous. I, too, believe, like Hamlet, that there are more things
in heaven and earth than our wise men of this age are willing to
believe. But Madam Blavatsky never made any such claim to me. We
always discoursed of topics which were familiar to both, as
individuals on a common plane. Colonel Olcott often spoke to me as
one who enjoyed a grand opportunity, but she herself made no
affectation of superiority. Nor did I ever see or know of any such
thing occurring with anyone else.
She
professed, however, to have communicated with personages whom she
called "the Brothers," and intimated that this, at times,
was by the agency, or some means analogous to what is termed
"telepathy." It is not necessary to show or insist that
this mode of communication has been known and even carried on from
antiquity. The Khabar is well known in the Orient. I have supposed
that an important condition for ability to hold such intercourse was
abstinence from artificial stimulation such as comes from the use of
flesh as food, alcoholic drink and other narcotic substances. I do
not attach any specific immorality to these things, but I have
conjectured that such abstemiousness was essential in order to give
the mental powers full play, and to the noetic faculty free course
without impediment or contamination from lower influence. But Madam
Blavatsky displayed no such asceticism. Her table was well
furnished, but without profusion, and after a manner not differing
from that of other housekeepers. Besides, she indulged freely in the
smoking of cigarettes, which she made as she had occasion. I never
saw any evidence that these things disturbed, or in any way
interfered with her mental acuteness or activity.
At
my first visit, her reception was courteous and even friendly. She
seemed to become acquainted at once. She spoke of the abridgements
which I had made of her manuscript, extolling what I had done far
beyond what it deserved. "What had been taken out was
'flapdoodle,' " she declared. My judgment, certainly, had not
been so severe as that. I had not looked for defects, or found them,
but only to ascertain how the manuscript might be "boiled
down," without affecting the general purpose. In other cases,
it has been my rule to scrutinize unprinted manuscript in quest of
faults, but to look when it has been printed, to find out its
meaning and merits. In this instance, however, I had aimed only to
shorten without marring the work. It should be stated, however, as a
fact in the publication of this work, that Madam Blavatsky continued
to add matter, after Mr. Bouton began the undertaking, and I think
that much of the second volume was then written. I have no
recollection of much of it except in proof sheets at a later period.
It
was no easy matter to give the publication a fitting title. I do not
remember that my services were asked in this matter, and certainly
they would not have been worth the asking. It is a department in
which I am particularly weak. Nor do I think the name
unexceptionable which was adopted.
Mr.
Bouton is entitled to that distinction. He was a skilful caterer in
the bookselling world to which he belonged, but he had business
ability rather than a sense of fitness. He once published the
treatise of R. Payne Knight on Ancient Art and added pictures
relating solely to Hindu mythology, entirely foreign to the subject.
This work of Madam Blavatsky is largely based upon the hypothesis of
a prehistoric period of the Aryan people in India, and in such a
period the veil or the unveiling of Isis can hardly be said to
constitute any part. On the contrary, it is a dramatic
representation peculiar to the religion and wisdom of Egypt and
perhaps is allied to the Syrian Hyksos enormities. Certainly the
problems of Egyptian lore are to be considered with other pens than
those with which " Isis Unveiled " was written.
After
the work had been printed and placed on sale, there was discussion
in regard to the actual authorship. Many were unwilling to
acknowledge that Madam Blavatsky could be sufficiently well informed
or intellectually capable of such a production. True that women like
Frances Burney had composed romances of high merit. Miss Farley had
conducted successfully the " Lowell Offering." Mary
Somerville had written on Physical Science, and Harriet Martineau on
Political Economy.
A
clergyman in New York, a member of the Russian Greek Church, I have
been told, affirmed that I was the actual author. That report,
however, can hardly have gone far. It would be refuted after the
manner that the late Henry Ward Beecher put a stop to a similar one.
He tells us that when Uncle
Tom's Cabin was
published there were many who insisted that he, and not Mrs. Stowe
was the author. "Then," says Mr. Beecher, "I wrote
Norwood,"
which entirely
disposed of the matter. So, too, nobody familiar with my style of
writing would ever impute to me the authorship of Isis
Unveiled.
I
would hesitate, likewise, to be considered in any noteworthy sense
as an editor of the work. It is true that after Mr. Bouton had
agreed to become the publisher, I was asked to read the proof sheets
and make sure that the Hebrew words and terms belonging to other
languages were correctly given by the printer, but I added nothing,
and do not remember that I ventured to control anything that was
contributed to the work. Without her knowledge and approval, such
action would have been reprehensible.
While
she was engaged in the work, she had many books relating to the
various topics, evidently for consultation. There were Jacolliot's
work on India, Bunsen's Egypt, Ennemoser's History
of Magic and
others. I had myself written papers upon a variety of subjects for
the Phrenological
Journal and other
periodicals, and she had procured many of them. We often discussed
the topics, and their various characteristics, for she was a
superior conversationalist and at home on every matter about which
we discoursed. She spoke the English language with the fluency of
one perfectly familiar with it, and who thought in it. It was the
same to me as though talking with any man of my acquaintance. She
was ready to take the idea as it was expressed, and uttered her own
thoughts clearly, concisely and often forcibly. Some of the words
which she employed had characteristics which indicated their source.
Any thing which she did not approve or hold in respect she promptly
disposed of as "flapdoodle." I have never heard or
encountered the term elsewhere. Not even the acts or projects of
Colonel Olcott escaped such scathing, and in fact he not
unfrequently came under her scorching criticism. He writhed under
it, but, except for making some brief expression at the time, he did
not appear to cherish resentment.
In
regard to the genuineness of her authorship, a story was once told
me, which has been imagined by some to have a direct relation to the
matter. I suppose this to be the occasion of several letters
addressed to me upon the subject. My informant was the late Mrs.
Elizabeth Thompson of Boston. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of wealth,
abounding with benevolent purposes, but eager for novelties that
were more or less visionary, shifting from one pursuit to another,
and accessible to flattery. For example, she gave the money which
enabled a medical college to hold several lecture terms, and then
let the enterprise die out; she paid for building a chapel for the
sessions of the Summer School of Philosophy at Concord, and then
tired of the enterprise; she aided Dr. Newbrough with money to print
his new bible Oahspe, and employed the artist, Mr. Frank Carpenter,
to paint the picture of President Lincoln and his cabinet, which she
presented to Congress. The wealth which her husband had bequeathed
to her became a bait for all manner of parasites to seek her, and
flattery artfully bestowed was often like the magical words: "Open,
sesame," sure to find the way to her purse. But she quickly
dropped one for another.
For
a little time she was attracted to Madam Blavatsky. This was
somewhat to be wondered at, for it is hard to conceive that Madam
Blavatsky flattered anybody. She did not hesitate to tell Henry Ward
Beecher when he was at the height of his popularity, that he was not
an honest public teacher.
It
might be questioned whether Mrs. Thompson herself was quite sincere.
I remember meeting her one day at dinner at the flat. A statement
which I made was imputed by Colonel Olcott to the "Astral
light."
Some
days later, I saw Mrs. Thompson at her own premises, and she asked
me my opinion in a manner that impressed me that she was hardly
straightforward in her relations with the Theosophical household.
A
year or so afterward, they had left New York for India. Mrs.
Thompson had become an inmate of the family of Dr. Newbrough on West
34th Street. He was endeavoring to push the "new Bible"
into circulation. I called there one day by invitation, and learning
that she had rooms in the house, paid her my respects. In our
conversation, Madam Blavatsky was mentioned, and Mrs. Thompson spoke
of her in these terms:
"If
Madam Blavatsky should come in at that door I should kiss her
affectionately. At the same time I believe her to be a perfect
humbug."'
She
then related the following story: Baron de Palm, a German gentleman,
who spent some time in this country, had died in Roosevelt Hospital.
He had devoted much attention to arcane subjects, and had written
upon them. He was intimate with the party on 47th Street, and made
them recipients of his property, but with the assurance that his
body should be cremated. There was a woman in the household who
seems to have become unfriendly and ready to talk at random. She
told Mrs. Thompson that after the death of the Baron she was with
Madam Blavatsky while examining the contents of his trunks. One of
these, the woman said, was full of manuscripts. Madam Blavatsky
looked at a few of the pages, and then hastily closed the trunk,
making an effort to divert attention in another direction.
Mrs.
Thompson apparently believed that this manuscript was the material
of the work Isis
Unveiled. Certainly
she endeavored to give me that impression. But I am not apt at
taking hints, and do not like others to suppose that I imply what I
do not explicitly say. The giving of hints is hardly an honorable
practice; it is an evasion, and often simply the affectation of
knowing something beyond which is directly communicated. I never
made use of this story, and repeated it only to Dr. R. B. Westbrook,
of Philadelphia, and to Colonel Olcott when I next met him in New
York.
Several
individuals have written letters, as though I knew something that
would discredit the sincerity of Madam Blavatsky and the genuineness
of the originality of Isis
Unveiled. My reply
was that she had always dealt justly with me, and I had no
disposition to speak unkindly of her. I mean always to avoid being
sycophantic or credulous, but I will not recompense fair treatment
by evil or unfriendly speaking.
It
will readily be perceived that there was really no evidence
sufficient to warrant the imputing of the authorship of Isis
Unveiled to Baron
de Palm. I do not know whether, being of foreign birth, he could
write fluently in the English language. It is not known that the
manuscript in the trunk was written for publication, or was in any
proper book form. Indeed, I have never been informed whether he
contemplated such a work, or even that he had sufficient capacity.
All this would require to be taken for granted, before it would be
permissible to presume any imposture in the authorship.
The
manuscript which I handled I am very sure was in the handwriting of
Madam Blavatsky herself. Anybody who was familiar with her, would,
upon reading the first volume of Isis
Unveiled,
not have any difficulty in recognizing her as the author. Nor was
the manuscript, voluminous as it was, sufficiently extensive to
include a large trunk full of written paper. Besides, a full third,
or even more, of what was published, was written by Madam Blavatsky
after Mr. Bouton had set about putting the work in type. She was by
no means expert in preparing her material. She patched and changed,
making a very large bill for "alterations." Indeed, she
never actually finished the work, the publisher declared to me, till
he told her that she must stop.
It
had been desired of me that I should read the proofsheets. It was
not my province to dictate or even suggest what should be included
in the work, and I do not remember taking exception but once. She
had described certain medical treatment, with apparent approval, in
which mercury was a factor. To this drug I entertain a lifelong
antipathy. I have seen individuals "railroaded" out of
life by its use as medicine, and others crippled hopelessly. My
protestations may have induced her to qualify her eulogy.
She
always treated me with courtesy. When her work was most urgent, or
she had been wearied with visitors, she commanded the woman at the
door to turn off all callers. That prohibition was repeatedly spoken
to me, but as she heard my voice, she would call out to admit me.
This occurred when the call was not a matter of business. She was
ready in conversation, and was at home on any topic, however
abstruse. Few persons in any walk of life are as well supplied with
material for discourse. Even Colonel Olcott, who was by no means
inferior or commonplace, was not her equal except in his own
profession.
Believing
that the main body of the work would not be sufficiently attractive
to purchasers, I urged her to include in it accounts of the
marvellous things which she had observed in India. But this she
invariably declined to do, saying that it was not permitted by "the
Brothers." That was a tribunal that I could not question; my
wisdom in the matter was that of the market-place. But she was
always ready to hear what I had to say, whether in relation to her
work, or to philosophic questions, or to subjects of everyday life.
When the printer had placed everything in type, I was employed to
prepare the index. Others must judge whether this was done with
fidelity. As the author paid for this, and the publisher refrained
from advancing a cent for all that I had done in the matter, though
careful to make sure of all the proceeds from the sales, it is but
just to render the acknowledgement where it is due.
The
work was finally completed, and Isis
Unveiled was duly
issued. The household began at once to make arrangements for leaving
New York. Madam Blavatsky visited the Bureau of Naturalization and
there became a citizen of the United States. This astonished me,
partly because I knew her to be contemplating to leave the country
permanently, and partly because she had freely criticized our ways
of doing and our politics. She explained that the American nation
had the best government. There were probably matters of law involved
that I did not know about. Colonel Olcott was a skillful lawyer, and
had been employed by the administration at Washington to ferret out
alleged violations of law, he knew what would be necessary abroad
for a safeguard. As the party after their arrival in India became
objects of suspicion as possible spies of the Russian Government, it
is not unlikely that the precaution was wise.
Madam
Blavatsky wrote to me several times after their arrival at Bombay.
She told of many matters of interest to a student in comparative
religions, such as I am, and her letters were entertaining as well
as instructive. But as time passed, new duties took the place of old
recollections. Such events occurred as the break with Dayananda, the
leader of the Arya Samaj, an alliance unnatural for Americans of
Protestant antecedents, who do not like any one to exercise dominion
over their religious beliefs. The
Theosophist, however,
came regularly to me and was preserved from its first number. This
enabled me to keep track of the party, and their doings — till the
closing of their present earthly career.
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THIS
IS MORIANITY,
PART FIVE. PLEASE
HAVE A
VERY NICE
DAY.
CHAPTER
00081,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
**********SATURDAY,
MAY 18, 2013 @ 4:04 PM-EDST**********
I
HAVE HAD THREE HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING SUPER BAD DAYS, KNOWN AS
BOTBAR
DAYS. No normal person can fathom my endless fucking hell. May the
gods bless all of you that you don't know, and cannot relate, no
matter what you are or have suffered through. If that pisses anyone
off to hear me so audaciously proclaim this, all I can do is to
apologize in advance right here and now, lovely Lieutenant VanBuren.
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
Some
mother fucker has re-infested my apartment with new roaches, as well
as lots of tiny ants. I will have to buy some fucking additional
shit at the local store to rid myself of this shit, all over again,
with or without Diana or Munster-Andrews Shipyards!
I
have queried my GAGA-CAT as to where this horrendous mother fucking
TRIPLE-BOTBAR came out of the blue on me from, and before the blog
is over, this will all be told in detail, good folks. For right now,
this is what is real, I am under a gigantic gun for nothing that I
did to a single mother fucking monster ass soul, and so I'll keep my
promise about going further into my wonderful PILLOW-TALKING DADDY
from good old fart sniffing January of 1974. You want to play a war
game with me cock suckers, well, be ready for amo to come flying
back into your camps and cramps, as well, ya' fucking lizard brain
jerk offs, squared. But I need to lead up to this pillow talk, and
so to do this a little bit better, I will continue on about
something already opened up on a fairly recent blog, and that would
be the topic of sleep-walkers, and how my mother was turned into a
zombie somnambulist against her will for the last 26 months of her
agonizing miserable fucking life on this sick twisted sin cursed
planet of the gods-games. Before I do get into this, I played
my systems-roulette during this three day period, a total
of eleven games, four of them winning games; and bringing my day
totals, in hypothetical units; to +1, +2, and +1. That is an amazing
feat, on this bad of a super fucking botbar death-attack, my good
folks and believers. I said this before and it needs to be repeated
right now. There is no SATAN, yet there MAY AS
WELL BE ONE. There are no aliens, UFO's and space bullshit,
yet again, THERE MAY AS WELL BE ALL OF THIS,
AND MUCH MORE! Why do I put things like this, some may be
wondering, and the only answer I can give to you at your present
level of ability to comprehend my blogs, is that there is no way
other than this, for me to communicate reality to you. If there was,
I would be a much greater teacher, and things would be a lot better
for both myself, and most likely, the entire population of planet
freaking Earth! Let me get down and dirty about the end of 1997, and
my mother. What no one understands unless they are the
WOMO-MILITUFORCE, as 99% most likely reading and following this blog
are, I'm no freaking fool, but the tiny Morians following this blog
and these words, are not ever going to be really able to understand
certain powerful periods of time in my life, such as 1969,
1980, 1983, 1984, 1986, 1994, 1997, 2000, 2006, 2008, and 2010.
These ten fucking years are 100 times more powerful than the other
years from 1968 through this present year of 2013. If anything, that
is a total under exaggeration. Each of these years, even if you were
to eliminate basically, the entire other years of all that time, my
life and MORIANITY would most likely readjust nearly perfectly to
fit into exactly where it is right now. Some are thinking, shit
dude, you know you left out 1972 and 1967, even 1995 or 1998 or wo,
how about 1987? Hay, I said we can throw all
of this bullshit right into the fucking ass garbage can. We
only need the ten that I listed. Sort of in the cases of 'missing
time' and so-called 'alien abductions', those who have had these
experiences, are still following normal time right now, and the gaps
do not have any effect at all, in so much as that is concerned. Now
the way that this will be written, will not be one of Terry Harbors
favorite reads, and will go all over the place, but she is not able
to realize that I and only fucking I, know what I am doing, 100%,
and that doing this in a non scatter-brain way, is in the long run,
just a powerful waste of a lot of time. Things do not always fit in
regular time order, not all things, many and most perhaps, but then
there are those who know what I am talking about, and perhaps have
kept their mouths shut all their life to avoid being ostracized by
the society around them, and losing their life style. I am not going
to lie to a soul. I already know that something gigantic must
happen, and will happen. It will not be a result of anything that I
do, or my Magnesonic system does. Even my abilities to do certain
metaphysical type of things, has boundaries and limitations, I
assure you. This all ties in to my pop and his pillow talk, on those
January nights back in 1974, when he returned to the north, after
nearly a decade down south, around Florida and Louisiana; doing
many spurious things with many spurious people. First, before he
went off to sleep on one occasion, he told me about the details of
STAR TREK movies, that did not actually come out for another fucking
half decade. He had gotten the old beginning show and its pilot
episode with Captain Christopher Pike, confused in his mind, in ways
that I did not yet understand in 1974, but now, I MOTHER FUCKING
TOTALLY DO UNDERSTAND WHAT CAUSED HIS CONFUSION, as I can personally
relate, and it is all on these blogs and all told, if you've been
paying any real big attention to the details of it all. This is of
course why I cannot do this the way that Know-It-All Terry, from Egg
Harbor, New Jersey, would like to see it done. Nobody, not Einstein
and Dream-Works commingled together would have the ability or talent
to properly do. This would be a super human feat, and Bruce Pennock
settled that issue for us all, did he not, believers? Still, my
father seemed to totally have seen these shows that did not air and
would not for a good five years, describing the space platforms and
the ships built in space, just as the movies did in fact come to
show. But two nights later, he went to take a piss around 3 or 4 in
the morning and returned to the cot in my bedroom, and started
talking about a project on a Majestic Top Secret Level, called,
Dreaming Aunt Jeanie. He mentions many things, a few have been told,
but I never told you this. It meant nothing to me either, until the
days of my kidnapping. I thought he was a vivid dreamer and night
talker, and was recovering from his time aboard the Battleship
Eldridge, as he did in real life serve on that ship in the days
while he was courting my mom, and was at the Philadelphia Naval
Shipyard. The courtship with my mom was right after the
experimentation all took place, but mom would tell me all through my
adolescence, how he would wake up in the dead of night, screaming
like a maniac; just like a book I was to read years in the future in
1980, called, “The Philadelphia Experiment”. After this book
came out, my father mysteriously died one day in northeast
Philadelphia, in a ghetto rat hole, secured by someone I knew who
then became friends with my father, a mobster by the name of Frank
Lombardo. This man was using his connections to do a lot of things,
one was to be sort of like an agent to a man who I fully believe had
a made up 'stage-name' for his last name. Like most wannabee
entertainers in any sort of show-bizz, he became more of an
executive and gave up his dreams of fame and fortune, emphasis on
every word I say, all puns apply, and don't even get me going right
at the moment, or eat too many great snacks and get to fat. A
coworker of my mother, used friends of all these people, when she
got married, and needed a band at their wedding, straight out of OH
GOD, YOU DEVIL, miracles, hot nineties, 20 years ahead of scheduled
temperatures, and all. You will go as far in all of this, as your
current level of awareness and enlightenment permits you to go, and
no further, and that is a good thing, believers, and others, Mister
Grow-Up eventually Mackey, time now mike; WOW! Yes, Mister
Waking-Freeze of the great 6-10 FASCITAR himself, right JIMMY BURR
FOR THE RECORD in 1984, and lover of nasty whore Connie, but then,
STAG MAG September 1978 issue and all notwithstanding, I should be
completely used to by now, Mister Joel, folks who are supposedly my
friend and on my side, suddenly for no visible reason, taking
everyone else's side, all the time, nee-nee-nee-nee weird high piano
notes and all, Mister fucking Serling, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do not think for a second that the entire shipping industry was not
in a huge collusion with higher powers all along, this is how they
brought my fucking parents together, this is how they connected me
into many of their music related nightmares, and this is how I
learned about the great 6-10-FASCITAR. Still, Hillock, Hollister,
Spears, and near C-SQ run away's that are old and not young, do not
confuse them folks, they all are different separate entities, but
all did indeed work right along with my good old mom at that good
old shipping company office, famous the world over, used by every
mother fucking rock band you can think of, as they need to ship
their shit overseas for concerts, and not always can airplanes be
used due to excessive quantities of stuff. In fact, there are so
many connections and coincidences, that I could sit here all fucking
night long and list them, and you could all dance while I type, and
play famous tunes, but by morning, I bet I'd still be mother fucking
typing away, so why even begin that huge of an acenine project, just
take my dam ass word for it, please folks. I know the word exists
MSC, thanks as usual for being so fucking worthless. It sure has
nothing to do with greatest poker hands, dreams, or aces and nines,
and that much folks, a moron can tell you! On the morning of 26
December in 1997, at around five of the clock in the fucking
morning, my mom came upstairs from her bedroom, asleep, she was a
total somnambulist, and ended up flat lining within two hours give
or take, up the road at the John F. Kennedy
Hospital, Stratford, New Jersey Division, after
flat-lining in the house, on the gurney. Shortly before all this
happened, the Callio branch of the TAWF had been in
dream-communication with my mom, as she told me upon several
occasions, that Sarah had come to her in very vivid dreams, and
wanted to purchase some property that my mom's dad had owned, back
in the early twentieth century, in Long Beach Island; and offered
ten thousand dollars in cash and wanted her to hold a note. It was a
very wild dream that peeps just would never have out of the blue.
Then while she was ill, and at the hospital, an exquisite teenaged
girl who was very tall with long brown hair would come to my mom and
tell her she needs to talk to her son, (ME), especially the day she
was taken by ambulance from that hospital over to the one east of
there, called “Our Lady of Lord's Hospital”, in Camden, New
Jersey; to be seen there, by the top heart specialist in the state.
Nobody ever could get to the bottom and properly diagnose my
mother's medical condition, that turned her from strong and healthy
on Christmas night of 1997, into some zombie that was ill and sick
and crazy overnight, and in that condition, until the day she
perished, on the fourth day in March of 2000. When my mom would get
released from the hospital over and over during this 26 month
fucking total nightmare, she would keep waking up eventually,
ASLEEP. She would not talk and looked at you like, “HELP ME, HELP
ME, WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME”? She would be doing the bills on one
occasion, and suddenly, what made sense on the paper, turned into
gibberish and dribble. She would play solitaire, and suddenly the
cards were all arranged in the same color, the numbers descended
perfectly down as they should, only they would all be black cards or
red cards, rather than alternates. It made some sense, but was
partially not in this world. Now some can handle this type of
trance, while those who cannot, such as my mother, will die from
that state, eventually. I know as sure as I sit here, that most of
the entire Callio family, all of these monsters, are
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and they can do anything they like, any time
they fucking like. They can be anybody, they can do anything. They
can have the entire world in the palm of their hand. And this family
FUCKING HATES MY FUCKING GUTS, and has worked overtime since I was
knee high to a small water bucket, to make my life A LIVING
NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ENDLESS SCREAMING WILDFIRE
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They have wrecked my entire
life, stopped me at every turn from ever proving one thing about any
of them, wiped out my life, and let me know in no uncertain terms
who rules, and who sucks dirty underwear. Since the start of human
kind, unknown shit abounds all around all of us. Some folks and
their kin, have a lot more of it around them than others. It, as
John Henningsen would put it so fucking well in the sixties, is
really, just that simple. All of us have had some missing time. All
abductees claim that there is some type of genetic situation going
on with all of this. Well, since I understand this family, who they
are and where they all come truly from, and what dreams really are
and how this all connects up, and personally have experienced so
many wild interactions with so many of them all of my dam pathetic
life; I have been able to explain away, about 95%+ of many things
that have happened to me, that without all of this, I never would
have. Still, that is a rotten lousy fucking trade off. Every
situation that is metaphysical through all of this, is sort of self
exacerbating. Just as normal folks will never be able to turn a
clock back, and things seem to move along based on a cumulative
effect of a life lived so far, so also does this shit all work in
like manner. It may have started off so innocent, that it was almost
something that I could see as a child's game and almost silly, such
as the chain being taken, and Russel Thaxton coming over at one AM
all drunk on a school night that just happened to be a night my mom
had a special place to go with her boyfriend, Mister Mirrors Crown,
but again; this shit is so bizarre and outlandish and surreal, that
I could type on all fucking day and night and nothing really ever
will get closer to all getting said, as would be in any normal book
and or story. This is no fucking normal shit, as this is beyond it
all; just like you said it was, Mister Paul Pedersen
Minimalltempers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
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BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
BABY-BLOND
DIANA
ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.
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YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
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AND IF IT CAN GO FUCKING WRONG, IT WILL, MISS DIRTBAG
WEEDSDISEASESLEAZE, OF PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, YUK AND ICK, AND
REVOLTING TO SEE YOU AGAIN. STILL LENNY, SIR; SOSO-WEIN, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
PART FIVE
CHAPTER
00081 IS CONTINUING RIGHT ALONG.
Yes
sir, old buddy from CF School, 'IT'S TIME',
MMCN!
BUT
TIME OR NO TIME, AND LAUGHS OR NO LAUGHS, COUSINS, DAUGHTERS, AND
LONG HAIR ALL NOTWITHSTANDING; WITH ALL OF MY CRAZY WAYS, HUH DONNA
ADDITIONS, OR MULTIPLICATIONS, OR BOB OLD PAL, 'WHATEVER', STILL,
LENNY BRISCOE DREAMS AND ALL FAKE PSYCHIC'S, hmm hmm, Shirley Grant
from the eighties; and yes, we won't leave it out, W—O—W,
here now, Sharkey Markey needs to add in a little something, multiply
it by 50, Donna Girl; and get a photo of George Washington, to boot,
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and go screw yourself, whoever you all
really truly are out here that hate me without cause or
justification, and have been wiping me out for 60 mother fucking
years. I can bite back too, lovely Mizz Delaney.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The
greatest fish in the whole dam bay, wants to share a little more
information with this blind foolish Planet Earth.
PHOTO
IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL
GEOGRAPHIC.
AUUCH,
HEINZ GOTTWALD, say what Aunt Ruth?
Oh
yes people, as good old Jason
Forrest Summer,
SAYS IT ON HIS WFMU
RADIO
WEB-SITE SO WELL, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE EXACTLY, YO, “FUCK
YOU”.
HE
SAID THIS FOLKS, NOT ME, AHA!!!
THIS
PHOTO IS COURTESY OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
BUT
TO WHERE, AS MY HELL IS ENDLESS?
**********WHERE
ELSE, H------E------L------L**********
***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
A
child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube
site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not
endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I
alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that
are not me directly. Click below, YO!!
THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:
Add to Your Facebook Timeline
Showcase
your uploads, Stories and other recent activity on your Facebook
Timeline. You're always in control of who sees what - you can turn
it off or remove posts at any time.
THANK
YOU BLOGGER.
theansweristheqyuestion---at BLOGGER
On
Blogger since January 2006
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views – 2779
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
You
may skip through this by scrolling, any time, folks.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
This is merely a harmony
track, I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF
SONG. Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or
persecuted, read on, my wonderful great Morians.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark claims to be both a
time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also
that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU's
own Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections from
Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any
excuse 4U? Signed, Da' Mountainpen.
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Attorney
General
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you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.
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Are
you on this thing, BREAD and IF, OR 'as if', Doctor
Garrigan???????????????????
A
beautiful shot of LUNA, also known as the moon, and 'Goddess Diana',
by the Romans.
She
is real folks, you will see when you're dead!
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