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"Albion fell into the Furrow, and
The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead"
Generation is provided as a mercy that the divided man may be regenerated as the unified man. But the process will be tortuous and require the old man to die and be buried before he sprouts again like a seed assuming a mature form dictated by the DNA hidden within.
Jerusalem, Plate 56, (E 206) "Then Los heaved his thund'ring Bellows on the Valley of Middlesex And thus he chaunted his Song: the Daughters of Albion reply. What may Man be? who can tell! But what may Woman be? To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave. He who is an Infant, and whose Cradle is a Manger Knoweth the Infant sorrow: whence it came, and where it goeth: And who weave it a Cradle of the grass that withereth away. This World is all a Cradle for the erred wandering Phantom: Rock'd by Year, Month, Day & Hour; and every two Moments Between, dwells a Daughter of Beulah, to feed the Human Vegetable Entune: Daughters of Albion. your hymning Chorus mildly! Cord of affection thrilling extatic on the iron Reel: To the golden Loom of Love! to the moth-labourd Woof A Garment and Cradle weaving for the infantine Terror: For fear; at entering the gate into our World of cruel Lamentation: it flee back & hide in Non-Entitys dark wild Where dwells the Spectre of Albion: destroyer of Definite Form. The Sun shall be a Scythed Chariot of Britain: the Moon; a Ship In the British Ocean! Created by Los's Hammer; measured out Into Days & Nights & Years & Months. to travel with my feet Over these desolate rocks of Albion: O daughters of despair! Rock the Cradle, and in mild melodies tell me where found What you have enwoven with so much tears & care? so much Tender artifice: to laugh: to weep: to learn: to know; Remember! recollect what dark befel in wintry days O it was lost for ever! and we found it not: it came And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! Gwendolen Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley! Then Los uttered with Hammer & Anvil: Chaunt! revoice! I mind not your laugh: and your frown I not fear! and You must my dictate obey from your gold-beam'd Looms; trill Gentle to Albions Watchman, on Albions mountains; reeccho And rock the Cradle while! Ah me! Of that Eternal Man And of the cradled Infancy in his bowels of compassion: Who fell beneath his instruments of husbandry & became Subservient to the clods of the furrow! the cattle and even The emmet and earth-Worm are his superiors & his lords. Then the response came warbling from trilling Looms in Albion We Women tremble at the light therefore: hiding fearful The Divine Vision with Curtain & Veil & fleshly Tabernacle Los utter'd: swift as the rattling thunder upon the mountains[:] Look back into the Church Paul! Look! Three Women around The Cross! O Albion why didst thou a Female Will Create? Plate 57 And the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh. Cry Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion thundering along Among the Fires of the Druid & the deep black rethundering Waters Of the Atlantic which poured in impetuous loud loud. louder & louder. And the Great Voice of the Atlantic howled over the Druid Altars: Weeping over his Children in Stone-henge in Maiden & Colchester. Round the Rocky Peak of Derbyshire London Stone & Rosamonds Bower What is a Wife & what is a Harlot? What is a Church? & What Is a Theatre? are they Two & not One? can they Exist Separate? Are not Religion & Politics the Same Thing? Brotherhood is Religion O Demonstrations of Reason Dividing Families in Cruelty & Pride! But Albion fled from the Divine Vision, with the Plow of Nations enflaming The Living Creatures maddend and Albion fell into the Furrow, and The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead" Jerusalem, Plate 59, (E208) "For the Veil of Vala which Albion cast into the Atlantic Deep To catch the Souls of the Dead: began to Vegetate & Petrify Around the Earth of Albion. among the Roots of his Tree This Los formed into the Gates & mighty Wall, between the Oak Of Weeping & the Palm of Suffering beneath Albions Tomb, Thus in process of time it became the beautiful Mundane Shell, The Habitation of the Spectres of the Dead & the Place Of Redemption & of awaking again into Eternity"
From William Blake's Jerusalem by Minna Doskow: "The material world thus created becomes the physical basis necessary for imagination or fully human existance." (Page 119)
 Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
 He who loves his life loses it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.