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January 29, 2013

Features of the New Time

Meditations for the New Time

Full Schedule of Synchronized Meditations
for the Harmonic Convergence of 2012

Natural Mind Meditation
Whole Earth Meditation
Noosphere Meditation
Rainbow Bridge Meditation
Untie the Knots: Return to Sacred Time
Seven Planetary Initiations

Earth Wizards

Noosphere and Cycles

2012: End of Linear Time –
2013: Beginning of a New Galactic Time
by Stephanie South

For the galactic Maya, this (2012) is the fulfillment of a vast engineering project in time …
—José Argüelles

When José Argüelles first began speaking about the date 12-21-2012 in the mid-1970s virtually no one knew what he was talking about. Until The Mayan Factor was published in 1987, when the 2012 date was first dropped into the mass consciousness, next to no one knew about it.

The purpose of The Mayan Factor was to alert people to the conclusion of the cycle of history in 2012, and the tremendous shift in consciousness this date augured. This book along with the 1987 Harmonic Convergence put 2012 on the map as well as turned the world’s attention toward the Maya.

Argüelles believed that the closing of the Great Cycle marked the entry point of the passage of the entire galaxy into an inconceivable stage of harmonic synchronization, creating a shift in the patterns that ultimately affect our relationship to ourselves and the universe. He believed that 2013 would be the time of real magic; a time of integration and stabilization at a higher level of consciousness when humans would “test drive” their newly awakened powers. He believed that humans were meant to become living oracles with the capacity of divination – to know all through mind; to tune into and resonate with all levels of being.

He travelled the world several times over promoting a harmonic 13 Moon/28-day calendar to help people break the spell of linear/Gregorian thinking, and help them elevate their minds to galactic consciousness in anticipation of a frequency shift by 12-21-2012. He believed that humanity unified in galactic consciousness was the key to understanding, transforming and transcending our current global crisis.

[Image of Pacal Votan's sarcophagus lid]

Argüelles’s vision and life mission can be traced to the opening of the tomb of Pacal Votan (Lord Pakal) in Palenque in 1952. This tomb, with its unparalleled artistry and symbolism, and the mystery of the man buried there were significant in defining the causes of José’s life mission. (Incidentally José passed away in March 2011, just two months after the archaeologists sealed the tomb lid of Pacal for good).

One year after the opening of the tomb of Pacal Votan, in 1953, José’s father brought him and his twin brother, Ivan, to Teotihuacan, Mexico where, at age 14, he had his first vision atop the Pyramid of the Sun. Atop the pyramid, he had a white light experience regarding his life mission to “find the knowledge of the masters who built and designed Teotihuacan and bring it back to the modern world.” From this point on his life was increasingly devoted to decoding the Mayan mathematics and prophecies.

To appreciate the vast scope of his vision in relation to the changing cycle, we will look at three levels: galactic level, scientific level and human level.

Galactic level: 12-21-2012 marks the conclusion of the passage of our solar system through a galactic synchronization beam.

Scientific level: 2012 marks the conclusion of the biosphere-noosphere transition, the scientific term for the present planetary crisis.

Human level: 2012 is humanity’s deadline to collectively change its consciousness.

The Galactic Level

Argüelles believed that we are part of a larger galactic engineering project being engineered from another dimension. He perceived the galactic Maya as star travellers who incarnated here, at a specified time, to seed the planet and to leave clues of our planetary being for this stage of our transformation. He believed the Galactic Maya (not to be confused with Classic Maya) were masters of time travel and telepathy who brought to this planet a system of astronomy and mathematical calendrics, which were the jewels of a particular knowledge system.

In The Mayan Factor Argüelles put forth that the Mayan calendar is actually a measure for calibrating different beams or density waves. He concluded that what we call the 13 baktun Great Cycle is actually the measure of a synchronization beam through which our solar system is currently passing. This beam cycle began in 3113 BC and ends in 2012 AD.

The beam, 5,125 years in diameter, commenced 13 August B.C. 3113, a date marked by the Mayan calendar long count as 13.0.0.0.0, 4 Ahau. This precise date 13.0.0.0.0, 4 Ahau will occur again on December 21, 2012. Exactly 1,872,000 days will have passed, a cycle of 13 baktuns of 144,000 days each. But this beam is just the last fifth of a larger beam that is close to 26,000-tun (25,625-years) that corresponds to a whole evolutionary phase.

According to The Mayan Factor, the Maya had a mission to make sure that planets and star system are synchronized with the galactic beam by 12-21-2012. The affect of the beam on Earth is the acceleration of human activity around the planet. This is called recorded history. This also creates material technology. Toward the end of beam, where we now find ourselves, acceleration becomes exponential with 7 billion humans, exponential curves of carbon dioxide, changes in weather, species extinction, war, drought, etc. This is what Argüelles referred to as the climax of history and matter, the end of the 13th baktun.

As we reach the beam’s end, José foresaw a major evolutionary upgrading of the planetary life process that would begin to be stabilized in 2013. At this point the Earth will be perfectly aligned with galactic center in the constellation Sagittarius. He anticipated a period of adjustment until the new beam phases in by July 26, 2013 – galactic synchronization.

The beam knowledge first occurred to him in 1986, while meditating on the sunspot cycles at the pyramids of Coba. He had a vision of the 13-baktun cycle as a type of beam emanated through the Sun. This beam, he saw, consisted of five 1025-year (1040-tun) sub-cycles = 5200 tun (5 x 1040) or 5125 years (5 x 1025) in duration. He perceived that the beams are sent from the center of the galaxy (Hunab Ku) and then focalized through the Sun through a type of radio program that coordinates the sunspot cycles.

These sunspot cycles then transit the beam through peak solar activity, sending solar information to Earth. When the energy beam changes its frequency, the filter (Sun) changes accordingly. Different ages represented different stages of the beam.

[Graphic illustrating the galactic beam as a historical cycle and Mayan time engineering experiment]

He perceived that the Maya were able to pick up the solar pulsations and calibrate the incidence between solar activity and human activation. This meant they could calibrate human activity and watch it plunge deeper into materialism and further from nature.

He understood that the electromagnetic field is a function of and controlled by the solar sunspot cycles. He likened the sunspot cycles to solar initiations that affect the electromagnetic field, creating different mental quickening or shifts in consciousness. This process, he perceived, accounts for shifts of time, thinking and beliefs throughout history.

Argüelles believed that the sunspots function cyclically and are carriers of information from different star systems and dimensions to planet earth. What we call the sunspot cycles, he perceived as the pulsations of the minds of the solar masters, the ahau kin. Their minds pulse to the binary sunspot cycle in approximate 11.3-year cycles and then change polarity approximately every 23 years. When those sunspots reach maximum points, it discharges. Massive discharges means the Sun is undergoing major internal initiations. Of course our current sunspot cycle is set to peak in 2013.

He concluded that the 260-unit Tzolkin sacred calendar was a tool used by the Maya to record the binary pulsation of the sunspots, with its cycle of thirteen units repeated twenty times for a total of 260 days. Sixteen of these Tzolkin cycles comprise an 11.3 year period, the time for one major binary sunspot cycle to complete itself. The pulsation of each of the binary spots would account for eight Tzolins, which he mapped out in his book Earth Ascending (1983).

He perceived that so-called sun worshipers in places like Tikal and Copan were really taking readings on the galactic frequencies as measured through sunspot cycles and recorded them on stone monuments or stelae. He felt this was the key to the Aztec predictions of the coming sixth sun of consciousness.

He also discovered that the Tzolkin is a harmonic of the Great Cycle and can be used to map out the entire 5,125-year historical cycle, as if it is measuring not individual gestation but species gestation, since five great cycles totals 26,000 tuns, a fractal of the 260-day human gestation cycle. He called this mapping the wave harmonic of history, the actual information structure of the beam, which he felt was a key code behind unlocking the meaning of our own planetary dilemma.

Scientific Level: Law of Time and Biosphere-Noosphere Transition

Argüelles believed that 2012-2013 is the time of the biosphere-noosphere transition, a theory originally put forth by Russian geochemist Vladimir Vernadsky. In this context, the 5,125-year cycle is but an instant of geological time and so can be perceived as a mutative phase. The mutative phase of the biosphere complete, a new evolutionary stage begins: the noosphere.

The biosphere-noosphere transition directly relates to Argüelles’s 1989 discovery of the Law of Time, which makes a distinction between artificial time and natural time. The Law of Time states that the galaxy and everything in it is held together by one common timing frequency, a 13:20 ratio constant, which maintains everything in a unified condition through synchronization. This 13:20 ratio can be found in the human body with its 13 main articulations and twenty fingers and toes.

By contrast, modern civilization operates by an artificial, irregular mechanistic timing frequency or 12:60ratio (12-month calendar, 60-minute clock) this is the artificial frequency, which is an actual paradigm or belief system that the human race lives in. This belief system is held in place by the Vatican’s Gregorian calendar that creates the world paradigm of time is money.

These numbers 1260 and 1320 are keys to the discovery of the Law of Time and prophecy of Pacal Votan. Pacal’s tomb was sealed for precisely 1260 years before it was opened (from 692 AD to 1952). And in 2012, 1320 years will have passed since its opening. (1320 is also an anagram for 2013).

Argüelles saw that the whole Earth is now encapsulated in this artificial machine frequency that is destroying our planet by disrupting the homeostasis which keeps everything in balance. When the homeostasis is sufficiently disturbed then a shift is inevitable.

He felt that the crisis the world is now undergoing is the effect of the biosphere-noosphere transition, the chaotic and dissipative shift into the new order of planetary reality. In a 2009 article, he wrote:

“… when we speak of the advent of the noosphere we are referring to the mental disclosure of a new cosmically generated holographic field fractal – one that will replace the old one. All it would take for this to occur is a momentary break in the planetary electromagnetic field brought about by an immense Coronal Mass Ejection, or even a shift in the Sun’s polar magnetism. In that momentary rupture of the terrestrial electromagnetic field, many negative conditioned beliefs (memories) could be erased or severely scrambled, and, more significantly, a new operating holographic field fractal might be instantaneously set in place. In this way, the next wave of cosmic evolutionary intelligence would reveal itself.”

Human Level: 13 Moon Calendar

With the knowledge of the galactic engineering project and with the discovery of the Law of Time, Argüelles perceived that his duty was to help educate humanity toward a new timing sensibility. He noted that most of the troubles in the world today are a result of placing our trust in human laws and machine technology, rather than trusting the natural law of the cosmos.

From his exhaustive studies into different world calendars and the Mayan calendar, Argüelles concluded that a calendar is a programming device whereby the society that uses it creates its psychic field of influence and organizes its collective life.

In the Gregorian calendar there’s is very little cyclic or periodic order. Months are uneven; the length of months does not correlate with number of seven-day weeks that exist and the numbers change every month. There is not cyclic or periodic order; this is why civilization is a chaotic disorder.

He saw that as a species we had veered out of synch, away from our natural attunement with the cosmos and into a linear way of operating. So the question was: how to break the linear time habit? How do we access galactic consciousness?

By following the clues left by the Maya, José discovered the synchronic order, a systematic set of mathematical codes that reveals the larger evolutionary patterning. He called these the Dreamspell codes. He found the simplest way to access these mathematical codes was through daily use of the 13 Moon/28-day matrix. As deceptively simple as this sounds, it has profound implications, so much so that he traveled the world several times over bringing this message to every continent. He referred to this calendar as a “synchronometer” or measure of synchronicity, rather than calendar (derived from calendswhich means account book).

The 13 Moon calendar is a solar-galactic cycle that meshes the 365-day third-dimensional solar cycle with the 260-day fourth-dimensional galactic cycle (tzolkin) every 52 years. It can be used as an intermediary between one’s mind and being and the experience of the form and process of galactic consciousness. Its daily use helps entrain the consciousness into the threshold of galactic consciousness.

[Graphic showing irregular 12-month calendar side by side with harmonic 13 Moon/28-day calendar]

The 13 Moon calendar runs precisely on a program of 52-year solar galactic cycles and is correlated with the traditional date of the heliacal rising of Sirius, July 26. It takes approximately 52 years for Sirius B to revolve around Sirius A. Incidentally Sirius as a binary star was discovered in 1926, the same year as when the word “noosphere” was coined.

Being fourth-dimensional in nature the 13 Moon calendar also serves as a master synchronization matrix so that any other calendar system can be plugged into it. This program establishes the matrix of what Argüelles refers to as the synchronic order.

A key to the 13:28 cycle can also be found in the tomb lid of Pacal Votan and in the Tzolkin. There are thirteen clear signs carved along the four edges of the sarcophagus lid of the tomb. The South edge of the lid contains two glyphs: Kin 60, representing Pacal’s incarnation, and Kin 58, representing his disincarnation. The eastern edge of the lid contains one set of four seals and another set of two. The tone numbers of the first four seals add up to 28, and the tone numbers of the second set of seals add up to13. Argüelles believed this demonstrated the code of the 13 Moon/28-day calendar. (As synchronicity would have it, José passed away precisely 1,328 years after the death of Pacal Votan in 683 AD).

The purpose of the 13 Moon calendar is to assist humans in shifting frequency.  By following a cyclic, harmonic measure, human consciousness can enter into a non-linear standard of time, not through any grand theory, but simply by following a galactic cycle day-to-day.

In order to spread the message of the 13 Moons and galactic time, he, with the assistance of his wife, created the 13 Moon Calendar Change Peace Movement, an Earth-centered peace movement adopting the Nicholas Roerich Banner of Peace as its symbol. As a result, the 13 Moon calendar spread to more than 90 countries worldwide.

In January 2010, he received the highest honor of the International Committee of the Banner of Peace in Mexico City: the Nicholas Roerich Peace Medal for his lifetime work as a world peace activist.

The essence of his message was: human civilization is living in artificial time that is destroying the biosphere. To reverse this situation requires a collective return to natural time in reverence with the Earth where time is not money but Time is Art. José wrote:

“… The ancient Maya foresaw that the next evolutionary cycle would be the true solar age. They envisioned 2012 as the entry point or gate of a purified humanity ready for the new solar age. And they were right. The Sun is undergoing a tremendous transformation right now, altering the very nature of life on Earth. In order for us to survive, we’ve got to strip down – get rooted in the garden, and lighten our load. In the new Solar Age we will learn that our telepathic thought waves are really solar signals, and that our mental evolution through the noosphere is to prepare us for heightened soul travel. We’ll all become like one being with a billion autonomous cells, working in unison to become enlightened. And since we will see that we are the planet, we will know that it is the planet that is becoming enlightened, and our job is to make it an enlightened work of art – an art planet, a jewel of the galaxy…”

Rainbow Bridge Meditation Video – Part 1

José Argüelles/Valum Votan, on the Circumpolar Rainbow Bridge

Rainbow Bridge Meditation Video – Part 2

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Hopi Elders Statement

hopi

“You have been telling people that this is the eleventh hour.
Now you must go back and tell people that this is the hour!
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your Garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to yourself.
And not look outside of yourself for a leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing very fast.
It is so great and fast that there are those who will be afraid.
They will hold on to the shore.
They will feel that they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say that we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open,
and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time we are to take nothing personally,
least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones that we have been waiting for.”

– The Elders, Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation

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Look into the Britam Defence Data Leak Files

January 29, 2013

Defense Hacking Reveals Syrian False Flag Plot

 

Britam Defense was hacked on January 24.

Britam Defence was hacked on January 24.

The hacking of a private British defense contractor’s website has revealed a proposed plan for a false-flag event in Syria involving chemical weapons, and plans for an invasion of Iran.

The proposed plan was found in a much larger document dump from the Britam Defence company website, which was hacked on January 24. A total of 423MB of data was released to the public by the hackers, who accessed the company’s Malaysian servers.

The documents are broken down into three folders: Syria, Iran, and Iraq.

In a November 2012 e-mail, Business Development Director, David Goulding, writes to founder and Director Philip Doughty that an unnamed client in Quatar has contacted him for the false-flag operation, reports Cyberwarfare News.

This e-mail shows Britam was contacted by Quatari sources to conduct a false-flag operation in Syria.

This e-mail shows Britam was contacted by Quatari sources to conduct a false-flag operation in Syria (click to enlarge).

“We’ve got a new offer. It’s about Syria again,” Goulding writes. “Qataris propose an attractive deal and swear that the idea is approved by Washington.

“We’ll have to deliver a CW to Homs, a Soviet origin g-shell from Libya similar to those that Assad should have,” he continues. “They want us to deploy our Ukrainian personnel that should speak Russian and make a video record.

“Frankly, I don’t think it’s a good idea but the sums proposed are enormous. Your opinion?”

David Goulding

David Goulding

The United States has warned Syria to not use its chemical weapons cache on rebels fighting a nearly-two-year-long civil war in the country. The Assad government has repeatedly said it will not unleash the weapons of mass destruction on civilians, but has reserved its right to use them against any foreign forces invading the country.

Russia, a close ally of Syria, has already been caught smugglingmilitary supplies and weaponry into Syria via commercial aircraft. Russian advisers are also on the ground in Syria, manning the country’s air defenses, reportsthe UK Guardian.

In another folder marked “Iran,” the company has written out extensive plans for a future attack on Iran that include procedures for preventing or using chemical warfare, luring targets to kill zones, medical help, and intelligence relays:

Move from their garrisons to occupy AA at Grid (1556) (IAW Movement Order).

On order defend in the designated sector from Grid (378477) to Grid (275408).

Facilitate the passage of the Screening Force through PP (1, 2).

Fix Enemy forces and lure them to the Killing Zones.

On order conduct Counter Attack.

Support Reserves when they conduct deep operations.

Other information found in the document dump includes passport photos of employees, C.V.s and other sensitive operational data.

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A few days ago we did a report that a British based defence company, Britam Defence had been leaked and confidential files had been published online.

Since then i have had time to start going over all the files and put together a basic draft of what is in there, who has been effected and any other important information.

So here it is:

Interesting Information

Skip this to the bottom if you wish to know about single file/folder contents but its good to read it all to properly understand everything.

After spending some time going over this stuff i have found the only folder really needed was arch33 which contains all leaked data and gives better insight in to the operations and company’s Britam is working with.

The emails in this leak and files and information mainly trace back to two Britam defence administration, one of which is the founder and dynamic director, Philip doughty and his Business Development Director David Goulding.

Extremely personal information such as a self complied C.V, copy’s of passports and more have been leaked from David and Philip as well as emails and other plans.

From a lot of the documents its very clear that britam is working closely and even offering types of training programs to the National Saudi Gaurd and some of its internal departments and specialist groups.

Company’s that have contracts with Britam range from a couple of thousand up to Millions of dollors and have been on going for some time now.

 

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In the hackers release note they made it clear they got the data from a Malaysian based server and from a chart found within this data its shocking to see that Britam is using the security of McAfee but is not implementing this on the said server which is listed as a mail server. (see pic to below)

network

Its also clear that Britam does not practice data security very well as they have been storing user credentials, network information in unencrypted formats.

Break down of each folder.

 

Syria Folder:

288 KB 
2 PDF files and 1 email file.

File name: CV P Doughty CV2 091.pdf
CV for Philip doughty who is the dynamic director and founder of Britam Defence, currently resides in UAE according to his CV.

File name: Phil Doughty PP1 7200830372.pdf
PDF copy of current English, Irish passport for Philip Doughty.

File name: Sirian Issue.eml
Email between David Goulding who is the Business Development Director and Philip regarding a new offer about an operation in syria.

Phil

We’ve got a new offer. It’s about Syria again. Qataris propose an attractive deal and swear that the idea is approved by Washington.
We’ll have to deliver a CW to Homs, a Soviet origin g-shell from Libya similar to those that Assad should have.
They want us to deploy our Ukrainian personnel that should speak Russian and make a video record.
Frankly, I don’t think it’s a good idea but the sums proposed are enormous. Your opinion?

Kind regards

David

Iran folder:

Size: 938kb
16 doc files and 1 email file total

The Iran folder contains heaps of operation plans of attack and defend as well as procedures for preventing or using chemical warfare  luring targets to kill zones, medical help, intelligence to the surrounding of operations and more. all together there appears to be 15 plans of operation.

It also has a file named Draft which is a email draft used for the announcement of the current operations. Appears the .doc operation files are the results of an attachment to from that email.

Preview of each of the attachments from the email.

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There is also a file named Iranian Issue.eml
Contact between phil and david over confirmation of plans of operations in iran by the saudis.

Phil

Please see attached details of preparatory measures concerning the Iranian issue.
Participation of Britam in the operation is confirmed by the Saudis.
http://mbf.cc/OTEH8

Iraq Folder:

Size: 153 MB 
9 Folders, 7 PDF Files, 7 DOCX Files, 6 CSV Files, 2 image files

First file looked at was a summury report from STRATFOR titlled “Curious U.S. and French Military Deployments”. Other files include incident reports, weather reports, management plans for trips, data sheets and more.

Break down of sub Folders:

Britam Internet Networks & Passwords

887KB
2 PDF, 5 DOC, 1 folder that contains 4 further DOC files.

Sadly they have gone to the effort to created human readable documents in various formats that contain current login credentails for every single user related to Britam and its complete network.  the files appear to be various working with one pdf contain all information.

Contracts

37.7MB
8 PDF, 1 CSV , 1 Image, 1 Folder named BP that contains full contract details and information.

Folder contains a list of contracts, the operations, the amount due or paid. Amongst these are agreements, history, payments, guides, charts, information and much more. It also has contract agreements about clearing land mines and keep roads safe of explosive devices.

Daily Orders

3.88 MB
53 DOC Files, 80 Excel files.

These contain daily movements for months of 2012, daily spending reports as well as a organisational chart.

incident

2.87MB
9 DOC, 3 PDF, 1 Email, 1 power point presentation

These files consist of incident reports such as Britam security staff being stopped at check points and digital equipment being siezed. As well as drunk officers, requests for CCTV and security breach reports.

MOI

2.8MB
3 Images

Letters from the ministry of inertia of Iraq. Unknown content at time of publishing.

People

57MB

Contains Personal copys of passports of employees of Britam and other unknown related people. Passports are in variuos formats such as images, pdf etc.

Report

14.5MB
5 PDF, 5DOC 37 Excel files

Daily mission reports for various mission that Britam has been or is involved with.

Sitrep

17.9MB
8 PDF 21 Doc

Contains restricted operation reports related to halliburton (http://www.halliburton.com/)

WMM

Contains weekly management meeting schedules and reports.

Gallery for Iraq Folder

Full gallery

 

 

Pathway to Understanding

January 27, 2013

A Pathway to Understanding – The Council of Nine

 26 January 2013 – 5:10pm |  Tazjima
 
Channeler: 

AImage– 26 January 2013, by the Council of Nine, through Tazjima.

We are the Council of Nine. We come here today to bring comfort to those Lightbearers who are still struggling with a need to understand their new world, the one into which they emerged on the morning of December 21, 2012.

The key to understanding your place in the world is to go within. This has been the nexus of understanding the process of ascension since the world began. The process has not changed; you have changed. Humanity is undergoing a transitional period in which it moves as a collective from separation to unity. For the many, this movement will take some time. As always, it is for the standard bearers of the light and love of unity consciousness to lead the way, acting as examples for the rest.

The great inbreathe of Brahma has begun; humanity and the entire Universe has begun the path of Return. This period covers vast periods of time as you understand it; there is no cause for anxiety or thinking that you are not prepared to face the Creator in your present state, whether you are currently feeling discouraged and disheartened or whether you are feeling expanded and enlightened, at the moment.

First, there must be a letting go of those things, memories, emotions and feelings that you are not worthy. There has lingered in even the most ardent of spiritual followers a feeling of unworthiness. Ever were they following the advice or teachings of another, a person, a guru, a teacher, in whom they placed all of their trust and sometimes their very livelihood. And often times that trust was and has been betrayed in some way. The lesson here is that the teacher lives within. It is up to each one of you to discover that teacher and to connect wholly with the Christ within.

“Ascension is a process.” This short phrase has emerged as a mantra of late, when the mostly unwarranted expectations of the great Shift failed to come to past for many. Truth is that many lightworkers have temporarily lost their momentum. If willing – it is always a matter of free will in cases such as this – it is time for the individual lightworker to determine, individually, where they stand. This is a process that will require some inner searching and discarding of all that does not “resonate” with one’s being now.

Many people, including lightworkers, do not relish the idea of cleaning out closets, whether physical ones or emotional ones. Yet it is a task that must be done if one is to discover what, exactly, is holding you back, individually and as a collective.

There has been much talk of a golden age for humanity and for the planet. We must remind you that golden ages occur simultaneously with the decaying process of the previous dark cycle or Kali Yuga, as it is called by the Hindus. There can exist an overlapping period of some hundreds of years in your present system of reckoning. Your ancestors understood these vast cycles, as well as those cycles that impact nation states, companies, tribes, families and individuals. The purpose of this reminder, if it is such, is to assist you in understanding that some individuals will be experiencing the beginning of a golden age, while others will be entangled in the dying remnants of the Kali Yuga, due entirely to self-determination as to what is real to them, existing soul contracts and the exercise of free-will. Do not judge from outer appearances. Those who presently live a life of great poverty, may actually be happier than those of you who live in so-called developed nations.

One of the hardest initiations in life is the moment when you realize that you, yourself, and only you, are in charge of your life. It is your moment-by-moment decisions and acts that determine where and how you find your life playing out around you. Some individuals never pass through the gate of adulthood, but remain ever behind it, hoping and wishing for someone to come and take care of them, to solve all their problems and to carry them forth to their dreams. In short, they expect someone else to take on the role of savior or knight in shining armor. Sorry, dear ones, you must be your own savior.

Due to the circumstance of one’s temporary forgetfulness at the time of birth, the ritual of passing through the veil as it has been described by some, most lightworkers have forgotten their divine origins or even the fact that they are still connected and in touch with their soul and soul families, whether of indigenous origin or else of a galactic origin, as in the case of starseeds. We remind you now, as have other messengers, that these veils of forgetfulness and disconnection from Source have fallen, en toto – there is no longer any impediment preventing any personality from making contact with soul and monad. Yet the first step, the first move must come from the individual personality based on the ground, the so-called ground crew. This is universal law, which all civilizations outside ones such as yours abide.

How is contact made? Contact is made through the act of going within, accessing and riding the river of consciousness that flows through your physical body. The most sensitive focal points for discovering the connection exist within the heart center and the seat of the soul, the pineal gland, buried within the brain. It is through these two places that your soul maintains its connection with your body. It is through this connection that your body is enlivened by the soul.

Another sensitive area for some individuals is the center located just below the navel, also known as the Hara. It is here that those individuals who “listen” to their intuition first feel warnings come through when the body is in danger, sensed as a tightening of the “gut”. This center reacts or registers when thoughts are directed against the individual and can be physically felt as almost a punch in the gut (lower abdomen).

As the individual progresses in self-awareness, they will begin to feel a glow emanating from the heart center, almost like the soft caress of warmth from a small fire. This is a registering of “love” energy upon the heart center. It is here that one begins to sense a growing feeling of community with those individuals who are of a similar vibration or “wavelength”. This feeling of community is the beginning of a moving into a realization of oneness and unity. It is a process that can take years for an individual to come into awareness or it can be speeded up through intent and free will. Those individuals who have experienced temporary death and have returned usually bring back this connection if they have encountered the light during their time of being “dead”.

There are many lightworkers who are feeling at a loss, who feel that they personally do not have an awareness of any connection. They are not yet sensitive to feeling the energetic connections, whether through the heart or any other portion of their physical or etheric body, so as a result, they tend to seek others out who do have this connection functioning or appear to have one. This is the case with many who read the works of others, whether spiritual writings or channeled messages. While this activity can bring one a sense of temporary connection, it is one that is short-lived. The understanding and awareness of connection must take place within the individual, not by going outside one’s own consciousness. This is a step that all must take, the act of accepting responsibility for one’s own spiritual development, rather than relying on someone else “making it happen” for you.

One of the first ways to make connection is to consider what works for you and what does not. That process can start with selecting those “things” that you enjoy or that give you a sense of wholeness. What those things are is entirely up to you to discover. Through this self-discovery, you will begin to get to know yourself. And this process will undergo several stages. There will be times when you wish to be in company and other times when you need to be alone. It is okay for you to do what is necessary for your own development. Do not attempt to judge yourself by comparing your progress (or not) with that of another individual or group. You are a unique being, a unique facet or focus of Divine Mind.

One of the most important things to realize, now, is that the rules created on your planet that used to define spirituality and right living no longer applies. The rule or practice that a spiritual seeker had to follow a teacher or guru no longer applies. If you wish to follow a teacher for a time, do it; there are many worthwhile programs and teachings from which anyone with a modicum of dedication and intent could benefit from for a time. Other persons will find, however, that they must forge their own path. They will seem to dabble, reading the books of one author, then moving to another; sitting at the feet of a teacher and then moving on. While to someone else looking on, this might appear to be unsettled, the individual involved is actually in the processing of absorbing all and then dismissing what does not currently resonate, then moving on. All the “must do’s” and “should do’s” no longer apply. You need to determine what works and does not work for you. And that will take a willingness to go deeply within, feeling out your own set of “likes” and “dislikes”.

This new way of being might seem selfish at first, but it is known by wise teachers that the student must learn who they are before they can embrace the greater whole — “Know thyself and you will know the world”. Your world is a reflection of your thought. What you think about yourself is what will play out in your world. What you project on others is a reflection of how you think about yourself, unconsciously, and will play out in your own world. Those matters, largely suppressed, which you have not dealt with on your own, whether emanating from experiences in childhood or later through trauma experienced as an adult, are stamped upon the cells of your body. Until you undergo your own self-examination, sometimes aided by an experienced guide or shaman, you will not be able to step beyond these events. Do not make the mistake of projecting self-hatred upon another. It will only return to you in the shape of events or circumstances that will compel you to introspection. Those who resist, will go down before the specters created within their own unconscious mind.

Each individual is a co-creator with God, as a unique focus of consciousness. By bringing your self-awareness completely into your outer consciousness, by “knowing” yourself inside and out, you will be in a position to completely alter your world. You will begin to experience yourself as being a focus of intention, creativity, and ultimately experience a reunion with the greater part of your being, your true multi-dimensionality. It is a process that starts with one being, you.

We encourage those who wish to read the works of others, whether books or messages such as this one presented through this scribe, that one seeks to “feel” the why one has experienced a connection or not to the material. If the reader does not feel a connection, then it is their responsibility to leave the material, without criticizing the message for not meeting a set of expectations. That sense of discontent emanates from the reader not from any lack existing within the message itself. Understand, dear ones, which the process of reading a simple message of some two or three thousand words cannot and will not bring you spiritual enlightenment. It might bring you some momentary comfort by the realization of shared ideas or understandings, but if you do not share this understanding, it is not possible for a message to give it to you. You must discover the understanding, as such, on your own through your own explorations, inner and outer.

Rather than criticizing others for perceived lack of understanding, learn to be aware of what you understand or what you wish to explore further within your own world. It is time that each individual determine their own path and it will take a great deal of inner focus to forge that path to the discovery of your own inner truth. What is right for one person will not be right for another. It will soon become apparent that you have stepped through a doorway where the pathways have seemed to split out and become unlimited in scope. Perhaps this is why many lightworkers are scratching their collective heads and muttering to themselves, “What the f**k!” The old rules of engagement no longer apply. Each one of you must discover your own unique path to God.

In this explanation we do not wish to make this journey of self-discovery as necessarily being an arduous one. Indeed, for many, once they realize that they can go their own way with the blessings of Heaven, will inwardly cheer and go forth to discover an inner world of delight and joy. Others, especially those who have to overcome heavy amounts of early conditioning and/or trauma, will discover that initially their own journey will seem more difficult. The journey is what the individual makes of it.

And know this–all journeys will end up at the same place, in an ingathering of souls with their monads and sacred families of origin. This spiritual journey is the journey that each individualized focus of consciousness must take in order to come into spiritual maturity. No one can walk the walk for you, you must do it yourself. And yet, many individuals will discover that they walk in concert with a group of like-minded individuals. They will discover themselves within the group and will progress on their path as a group. Others will find the way of the solitary works for them. Either path will take one forward, if you can develop and apply the necessary self-love and self-forgiveness to your own process.

Before one can love the whole of humanity and life, one needs to learn to love self. Forgiveness of self for all acts of commission and omission comes first on this journey of self-discovery. Through the act of forgiveness one can move into self-love, which is an appreciation of the gifts that you, as a unique focus of God, bring to yourself and the world. What form these gifts take is up to you to discover. They can take many forms and sometimes no form at all, but a way you carry yourself and live in the world. An ability to give simple smiles, live with a cheerful nature and warm heart can be your gift. For many lightworkers, the discovery that being here, willing to anchor the light, is the first gift that they discover. As they open up into self-awareness, other gifts will present themselves, to be opened up and explored.

The journey never ends. You may go through many doorways on the way, such as the doorway of ascension from the physical world into the higher dimensions, but there are always more doorways to go through on the path of return. And you might find that you wish to linger in places along the way, especially when you discover those things that give you joy in your world. Eventually, though, the sense of inner longing and yearning to move on will overtake you and then you will be off, again, following the golden road of return to source.

We wish to emphasize that if you did not experience any changes during the shift, it does not mean that you failed in any way or that you are not a lightworker. If you are seeking you are a lightworker, whether or not you consider yourself a starseed or a being of indigenous descent. In truth, all humanity is starseed, brought here by intergalactic races and seeded into being. There have existed many colonies and civilizations that have been forgotten or purposefully removed from the awareness of the populace. This unknown, suppressed history will be revisited by you when the appropriate time arrives.

Those who awaken to their connection with their soul and monad will discover within themselves a growing awareness that the world is not as it appears to be. And there will be those who connect to the planetary Akasha, the etheric library containing a recording of all that has ever occurred, whether through thought and act, of what has taken place upon this tiny orb. Each of you has their own “book” in the Akasha, which is viewed upon the passage called death, through the act of self-review. It is here that the individual soul judges self, determining what lessons have been learned and what still needs to be accomplished. Self-review is not done to punish, just to bring into perspective what still needs to be completed before taking the next step upward on the path of return.

Those individuals who actively participate now in the process of self-discovery are actually performing an ongoing life-review. And can move upward in vibration and frequency by learning self-acceptance, self-love and self-forgiveness. All lessons must be completed, but with self-awareness, you will begin to discern what you need to do in order to accomplish the task set out by your soul that lies before you. It is a process that can be done by learning to live in joy or one that can be undergone through much suffering and toil. It is up to you to determine the outcome and no other.

Before you leap into self-condemnation, dear ones, because you perceive yourselves as failures if you are not wealthy and powerful, the greatest progress often comes when one must overcome obstacle after obstacle until the light comes on inside and you begin to realize that the so-called obstacles are there to give you the needed strength, determination and will to overcome. If the path was easy, everyone would have ascended yesterday. That is not the point to this little outing. Your soul chose to extend a portion of itself into physical being for the purpose of growth.

Soul growth cannot occur without there being something to challenge. Those living in higher dimensions do not encounter such obstacles or at least not to the degree as experienced in a physical world such as yours. It is in places such as the school room of Earth that the greatest soul growth can and does occur. It is a place to which many souls compete for the opportunity to come. You are here now. You were one of the chosen ones given one of the limited tickets for participation in this arena of soul development. So do your best. There are many who are watching you and cheering you on. There are many who love you and will assist you if you give your permission.

Dear ones, do not interpret this message as to be one of chiding. We are not disappointed in you, even if you may be disappointed in us for perceived inaction. We are not the leaders here in the ascension, you are. You are the only one who can determine whether or not you will succeed in raising up your vibration and frequency to match or exceed that of your ascending planet. If you fall behind, you will leave the planet and follow when you are ready from a different place for in the fullness of spirit, there is no time or space. It is simply an illusion into which you have emerged for a specific purpose: to overcome those obstacles which have been set before you for the purpose of inner growth of your soul and monad and no other.

Your soul contracts, made by your soul before birth, determine whether or not you are even meant to ascend in this lifetime. Soul contracts can be changed, but you need to determine whether or not you are willing to accept the terms. And even if you do ascend, it is likely that you will continue to go through the passage called death, in order to renew your body and get on with the agenda that has been laid before you, the unique path that you must discover for yourself. Until you undergo the finality of the seventh initiation, you will continue to live in a physical (albeit a lighter one) until reaching the initiation that carries you permanently into the spirit world, in complete reunion with the I AM Presence and monad. And even there, in the world of spirit, there exist many, many initiations, paths and planes for exploration before the “end” of the journey.

There is much that cannot be explained in a short message. It is for each one of you to discover for yourself the truth of what ascension is and how it actually occurs on a daily basis, depending on how much control you exert over your four bodies. Ascension is mastery, self-mastery. The rate of your ascension (which is actually the descension of soul and monad into the physical vessel) is determined only by you. Go forth and conquer, dear ones, with love—first self-love and then with a growing sense of universal love. Growth comes from the root and extends upward. Be fully grounded in your own life and reach for the sky, from within your own heart and being.

We are there beside you, both within and without. The company of Heaven and your brothers and sisters of the Universe, await your coming on clouds of glory. Be well and know that you are truly loved.

Namaste.

Thank you, beloved Council of Nine.

Copyright © 2013 by Elizabeth Ayres Escher. All Rights Reserved. Permission is given to copy and distribute this material, provided the content is copied in its entirety and unaltered, is distributed freely, and this copyright notice and links are included. http://bluedragonjournal.com/

Linguistic aspects of DNA

January 18, 2013

Scientists prove DNA can be reprogrammed by words and frequencies!
Translated and edited by: Ljubica Carp

Matrix World

HUMAN DNA IS A BIOLOGICAL INTERNET and superior in many aspects of engineered internet. Russian scientists are researching directly and indirectly explain phenomena such as clairvoyance, intuition, spontaneous healing and distance healing, self healing, affirmation techniques, unusual light / auras around people (especially spiritual teacher), mind’s influence on weather patterns and much more other things. In addition to this, there is evidence of a whole new type of medicine in which DNA can be changed and rewritten with the help of words and frequencies without turning off and replacing single genes.

Only 10% of the DNA used for the construction of proteins. That part is the focus of Western explorers DNA and that part has been tested and categorized. The rest of the 90% of DNA is considered to be “junk” DNA. Russian scientists are however, convinced that nature was not dumb, and they teamed up with linguists and geneticists to jointly explore those 90% junk DNA. Their results, findings and conclusions are simple word REVOLUTIONARY! According to them, our DNA is not only responsible for the construction of our body but is also used for data storage and communication. The Russian linguists found that the genetic code, especially in the “alleged” useless 90%, follows the same laws as all our human languages. So far they have examined the laws of syntax (the way in which words are put together to form phrases and sentences), semantics (the study of the meaning of language and language forms) and the basic rules of grammar. They found that the alkalines of our DNA follow a regular grammar and have the same set of principles as a second language. So human languages ​​did not just occur randomly but are a reflection of inherent DNA.

Russian bio-physicist and molecular biologist Pjotr ​​Garajajev and his colleagues also explored the vibrational behavior of DNA (due to the volume of material here I’ll just give a brief overview of the research. For further study, click on the links at the end of the text.). The conclusion was: “Living chromosomes function just like solitonični / holographic computers using our endogenous DNA laser radiation” This means that, for example, to modulate certain frequency patterns onto a laser ray and with it influenced the DNA frequency and thus the very genetic information. Since the basic structure of DNA alkaline pairs and language is (as we explained before), made up of the same structure, no DNA decoding is necessary.

We can use the word sentences of the human language! This is also experimentally confirmed! Mercury DNA substance (in living tissue, not in vitro) will always react to language-modulated laser rays and even to radio waves, if the proper frequencies are used.

This final scientifically explains why affirmations, autogenous training, hypnosis and similar things that have a strong effect on the human body is actually operating. It is entirely normal and natural for DNA to react to language. While western researchers cut single gene from the DNA chain to insert it elsewhere, the Russians enthusiastically worked on devices that can influence the cellular metabolism through suitable modulated radio and light frequencies and thus repair genetic defects. (I sincerely hope that the army would not even think to use the same destructive purposes or the like! Op. Eds.)

Aura – the energy field around people.

Garajajeva research group has managed to prove that with this method chromosomes that are, for example, radiation damage can be repaired. They even managed to catch a particular DNA samples and information transmission is switched to another, which is so different from the reprogrammed cell genome. So they successfully transformed, for example, frog embryos to salamander embryos simply transmission of DNA information patterns! In this way the entire information was transmitted without a single side effects or dis-harmony encountered when genes are cut and re-inserted in the DNA sequences. This represents an unbelievable transformational revolution and sensation through words! And with the simple application of vibration and language instead of the archaic cutting procedures genes! This experiment shows the incredible power of wave genetics, which obviously had a greater impact on the formation of organisms than the bio-chemical processes of alkaline sequences.

Esoteric and spiritual teachings know the ages that our body is programmable by language, words and thought. That’s all now been scientifically proven and explained.

Reactions phantom DNA, with whom he experimented Pyotr Garajajev.

Of course the frequency has to be affected. And this is why not everybody is equally successful or that it can not always work with the same strength. A person has to work on individual personal internal processes and grow together to establish a conscious communication with the DNA. Russian scientists are working on a method that does not depend on these factors, but the method that always works if you are using the correct frequency.

But people with grown human consciousness will be less need to help make this kind! Anyone can get these types of results on it, and so will science finally stop laughing at such ideas and will confirm and explain the results. And this is not the end. Russian scientists have discovered that our DNA can do disturbing patterns in the vacuum, thus creating magnetized wormholes! Wormholes are the equivalents of the so-called microscopes Eintesin Rosenovih-bridges in the vicinity of black holes (burnt remnants of stars). These tunnel connections between entirely different areas of the universe through which they can convey information transmission outside of space and time. DNA attracts these bits of information and shifting them to consciousness. This process of hyper communication is most effective in a state of relaxation. Stress, worry and hyperactive intellect prevent successful hyper communication or the information will be totally distorted and useless.

Laser apparatus Garajajeva with which he received responses to DNA.

In nature, hyper communication has been successfully applied for millions of years. Organized flow of life in the animal world this dramatically corroborated. Modern man knows it only on much more subtle level “intuition.” But we can get this in full power. Using the example of nature: when the queen ants separated from her colony, building still continues according to plan. But if the queen was killed, all work in the colony stops. Not even an ant will know what next to do. It seems that the queen sends the “building plans” even if far away from the colony, it works via the group consciousness of her ants. She can be as far away from them as much as they want, as long as she is alive. In the human hyper communication with her is most commonly encountered when suddenly gains access to information that is outside our knowledge base. Such hyper communication is often the experience as inspiration or intuition. The Italian composer Giuseppe Tartini, for instance, was able to write a melody section of memory called the Devil Sonata thriller.

Under Milk Wood A Play for Voices Author: Dylan Thomas

January 17, 2013

 


Under Milk Wood

A Play for Voices

by

Dylan Thomas

First published 1954                                                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuPO2Kvqlms  


                        UNDER MILK WOOD

        [Silence]

        FIRST VOICE (Very softly)

To begin at the beginning:

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless
and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched,
courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the
sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea.
The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night
in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat
there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock,
the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds.
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.

Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers,
the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher,
postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman,
drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot
cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft
or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux,
bridesmaided by glowworms down the aisles of the
organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the
bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea. And
the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields,
and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wetnosed
yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly,
streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.

You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.
Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded
town fast, and slow, asleep. And you alone can hear the
invisible starfall, the darkest-beforedawn minutely dewgrazed
stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the Arethusa, the
Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover,
the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.

Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional
salt slow musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row,
it is the grass growing on Llaregyb Hill, dewfall, starfall,
the sleep of birds in Milk Wood.

Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning in
bonnet and brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and
bootlace bow, coughing like nannygoats, sucking mintoes,
fortywinking hallelujah; night in the four-ale, quiet as a
domino; in Ocky Milkman's lofts like a mouse with gloves;
in Dai Bread's bakery flying like black flour. It is to-night
in Donkey Street, trotting silent, With seaweed on its
hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot,
text and trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours
done by hand, china dog and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night
neddying among the snuggeries of babies.

Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the
Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of
Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed;
tumbling by the Sailors Arms.

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.

Come closer now.

Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the
slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you
can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms. and petticoats
over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth,
Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching
pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the
eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes
and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes
and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.

From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

Captain Cat, the retired blind sea-captain, asleep in his
bunk in the seashelled, ship-in-bottled, shipshape best
cabin of Schooner House dreams of

        SECOND VOICE

never such seas as any that swamped the decks of his S.S.
Kidwelly bellying over the bedclothes and jellyfish-slippery
sucking him down salt deep into the Davy dark where the fish
come biting out and nibble him down to his wishbone, and
the long drowned nuzzle up to him.

        FIRST DROWNED

Remember me, Captain?

        CAPTAIN CAT

You're Dancing Williams!

        FIRST DROWNED

I lost my step in Nantucket.

        SECOND DROWNED

Do you see me, Captain? the white bone talking? I'm Tom-Fred
the donkeyman...we shared the same girl once...her name was
Mrs Probert...

        WOMAN'S VOICE

Rosie Probert, thirty three Duck Lane. Come on up, boys,
I'm dead.

        THIRD DROWNED

Hold me, Captain, I'm Jonah Jarvis, come to a bad end, very
enjoyable.

        FOURTH DROWNED

Alfred Pomeroy Jones, sea-lawyer, born in Mumbles, sung
like a linnet, crowned you with a flagon, tattooed with
mermaids, thirst like a dredger, died of blisters.

        FIRST DROWNED

This skull at your earhole is

        FIFTH DROWNED

Curly Bevan. Tell my auntie it was me that pawned he ormolu
clock.

        CAPTAIN CAT

Aye, aye, Curly.

        SECOND DROWNED

Tell my missus no I never

        THIRD DROWNED

I never done what she said I never.

        FOURTH DROWNED

Yes they did.

        FIFTH DROWNED

And who brings coconuts and shawls and parrots to my
Gwen now?

        FIRST DROWNED

How's it above?

        SECOND DROWNED

Is there rum and laverbread?

        THIRD DROWNED

Bosoms and robins?

        FOURTH DROWNED

Concertinas?

        FIFTH DROWNED

Ebenezer's bell?

        FIRST DROWNED

Fighting and onions?

        SECOND DROWNED

And sparrows and daisies?

        THIRD DROWNED

Tiddlers in a jamjar?

        FOURTH DROWNED

Buttermilk and whippets?

        FIFTH DROWNED

Rock-a-bye baby?

        FIRST DROWNED

Washing on the line?

        SECOND DROWNED

And old girls in the snug?

        THIRD DROWNED

How's the tenors in Dowlais?

        FOURTH DROWNED

Who milks the cows in Maesgwyn?

        FIFTH DROWNED

When she smiles, is there dimples?

        FIRST DROWNED

What's the smell of parsley?

        CAPTAIN CAT

Oh, my dead dears!

        FIRST VOICE

From where you are you can hear in Cockle Row in the spring,
moonless night, Miss Price, dressmaker and sweetshop-keeper,
dream of

        SECOND VOICE
her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samsonsyrup-gold-maned,
whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt-bass'd and
barnacle-breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes
like blowlamps and scooping low over her lonely loving
hotwaterbottled body.

        MR EDWARDS

Myfanwy Price!

        MISS PRICE

Mr Mog Edwards!

        MR EDWARDS

I am a draper mad with love. I love you more than all the
flannelette and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino,
tussore, cretonne, crepon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill
in the whole Cloth Hall of the world. I have come to take
you away to my Emporium on the hill, where the change hums
on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh
wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric
toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.

        MISS PRICE

I will knit you a wallet of forget-me-not blue, for the
money, to be comfy. I will warm your heart by the fire so
that you can slip it in under your vest when the shop is
closed.

        MR EDWARDS

Myfanwy, Myfanwy, before the mice gnaw at your bottom drawer
will you say

        MISS PRICE

Yes, Mog, yes, Mog, yes, yes, yes.

        MR EDWARDS

And all the bells of the tills of the town shall ring for
our wedding.

              [Noise of money-tills and chapel bells

        FIRST VOICE

Come now, drift up the dark, come up the drifting sea-dark
street now in the dark night seesawing like the sea, to the
bible-black airless attic over Jack Black the cobbler's
shop where alone and savagely Jack Black sleeps in a
nightshirt tied to his ankles with elastic and dreams of

        SECOND VOICE

chasing the naughty couples down the grassgreen gooseberried
double bed of the wood, flogging the tosspots in the
spit-and-sawdust, driving out the bare bold girls from the
sixpenny hops of his nightmares.

        JACK BLACK (Loudly)

        Ach y fi!
        Ach y fi!

        FIRST VOICE

Evans the Death, the undertaker,

        SECOND VOICE

laughs high and aloud in his sleep and curls up his toes as
he sees, upon waking fifty years ago, snow lie deep on the
goosefield behind the sleeping house ; and he runs out into
the field where his mother is making welsh-cakes in the
snow, and steals a fistful of snowflakes and currants and
climbs back to bed to eat them cold and sweet under the
warm, white clothes while his mother dances in the snow
kitchen crying out for her lost currants.

        FIRST VOICE

And in the little pink-eyed cottage next to the undertaker's,
lie, alone, the seventeen snoring gentle stone of Mister
Waldo, rabbitcatcher, barber, herbalist, catdoctor, quack,
his fat pink hands, palms up, over the edge of the patchwork
quilt, his black boots neat and tidy in the washing-basin,
his bowler on a nail above the bed, a milk stout and a slice
of cold bread pudding under the pillow; and, dripping in
the dark, he dreams of

        MOTHER

    This little piggy went to market
    This little piggy stayed at home
    This little piggy had roast beef
    This little piggy had none
    And this little piggy went

        LITTLE BOY

wee wee wee wee wee

        MOTHER

all the way home to

        WIFE (Screaming)

Waldo! Wal-do!

        MR WALDO

Yes, Blodwen love?

        WIFE

Oh, what'll the neighbours say, what'll the neighbours...

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Poor Mrs Waldo

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

What she puts up with

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Never should of married

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

If she didn't had to

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Same as her mother

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

There's a husband for you

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Bad as his father

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

And you know where he ended

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Up in the asylum

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

Crying for his ma

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Every Saturday

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

He hasn't got a log

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

And carrying on

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

With that Mrs Beattie Morris

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Up in the quarry

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

And seen her baby

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

It's got his nose

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

Oh it makes my heart bleed

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

What he'll do for drink

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

He sold the pianola to

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

And her sewing machine

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

Falling in the gutter

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Talking to the lamp-post

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

Using language

        FIRST NEIGHBOUR

Singing in the w

        SECOND NEIGHBOUR

Poor Mrs Waldo

        WIFE (Tearfully)

...Oh, Waldo, Waldo!

        MR WALDO

Hush, love, hush. I'm widower Waldo now.

        MOTHER (Screaming)

Waldo, Wal-do!

        LITTLE BOY

Yes, our mum?

        MOTHER

Oh, what'll the neighbours say, what'll the neighbours...

        THIRD NEIGHBOUR

Black as a chimbley

        FOURTH NEIGHBOUR

Ringing doorbells

        THIRD NEIGHBOUR

Breaking windows

        FOURTH NEIGHBOUR

Making mudpies

        THIRD NEIGHBOUR

Stealing currants

        FOURTH NEIGHBOUR

Chalking words

        THIRD NEIGHBOUR

Saw him in the bushes

        FOURTH NEIGHBOUR

Playing mwchins

        THIRD NEIGHBOUR

Send him to bed without any supper

        FOURTH NEIGHBOUR

Give him sennapods and lock him in the dark

        THIRD NEIGHBOUR

Off to the reformatory

        FOURTH NEIGHBOUR

Off to the reformatory

        TOGETHER

Learn him with a slipper on his b.t.m.

        ANOTHER MOTHER (Screaming)

Waldo, Wal-do! what you doing with our Matti?

        LITTLE BOY

Give us a kiss, Matti Richards.

        LITTLE GIRL

Give us a penny then.

        MR WALDO

I only got a halfpenny.

        FIRST WOMAN

Lips is a penny.

        PREACHER

Will you take this woman Matti Richards

        SECOND WOMAN

Dulcie Prothero

        THIRD WOMAN

Effie Bevan

        FOURTH WOMAN

Lil the Gluepot

        FIFTH WOMAN

Mrs Flusher

        WIFE

Blodwen Bowen

        PREACHER

To be your awful wedded wife

        LITTLE BOY (Screaming)

No, no, no!

        FIRST VOICE

Now, in her iceberg-white, holily laundered crinoline
nightgown, under virtuous polar sheets, in her spruced and
scoured dust-defying bedroom in trig and trim Bay View, a
house for paying guests, at the top of the town, Mrs
Ogmore-Pritchard widow, twice, of Mr Ogmore, linoleum,
retired, and Mr Pritchard, failed bookmaker, who maddened
by besoming, swabbing and scrubbing, the voice of the
vacuum-cleaner and the fume of polish, ironically swallowed
disinfectant, fidgets in her rinsed sleep, wakes in a
dream, and nudges in the ribs dead Mr Ogmore, dead Mr
Pritchard, ghostly on either side.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

Mr Ogmore!

Mr Pritchard!

It is time to inhale your balsam.

        MR OGMORE

Oh, Mrs Ogmore!

        MR PRITCHARD

Oh, Mrs Pritchard!

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

Soon it will be time to get up.

Tell me your tasks, in order.

        MR OGMORE

I must put my pyjamas in the drawer marked pyjamas.

        MR PRITCHARD

I must take my cold bath which is good for me.

        MR OGMORE

I must wear my flannel band to ward off sciatica.

        MR PRITCHARD

I must dress behind the curtain and put on my apron.

        MR OGMORE

I must blow my nose.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

In the garden, if you please.

        MR OGMORE

In a piece of tissue-paper which I afterwards burn.

        MR PRITCHARD

I must take my salts which are nature's friend.

        MR OGMORE

I must boil the drinking water because of germs.

        MR PRITCHARD

I must make my herb tea which is free from tannin.

        MR OGMORE

And have a charcoal biscuit which is good for me.

        MR PRITCHARD

I may smoke one pipe of asthma mixture.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

In the woodshed, if you please.

        MR PRITCHARD

And dust the parlour and spray the canary. IS

        MR OGMORE

I must put on rubber gloves and search the peke for fleas.

        MR PRITCHARD

I must dust the blinds and then I must raise them.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

And before you let the sun in, mind it wipes its shoes.

        FIRST VOICE

In Butcher Beynon's, Gossamer Beynon, daughter, schoolteacher,
dreaming deep, daintily ferrets under a fluttering hummock
of chicken's feathers in a slaughterhouse that has chintz
curtains and a three-pieced suite, and finds, with no surprise,
a small rough ready man with a bushy tail winking in a paper
carrier.

        GOSSAMER BEYNON

At last, my love,

        FIRST VOICE

sighs Gossamer Beynon. And the bushy tail wags rude and ginger.

        ORGAN MORGAN

Help,

        SECOND VOICE

cries Organ Morgan, the organist, in his dream,

        ORGAN MORGAN

There is perturbation and music in Coronation Street! All
the spouses are honking like geese and the babies singing
opera. P.C. Attila Rees has got his truncheon out and is
playing cadenzas by the pump, the cows from Sunday Meadow
ring like reindeer, and on the roof of Handel Villa see the
Women's Welfare hoofing, bloomered, in the moon.

        FIRST VOICE

At the sea-end of town, Mr and Mrs Floyd, the cocklers, are
sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless,
salt and brown, like two old kippers In a box.

And high above, in Salt Lake Farm, Mr Utah Watkins counts,
all night, the wife-faced sheep as they leap the knees on
the hill, smiling and knitting and bleating just like Mrs
Utah Watkins.

        UTAH WATKINS (Yawning)

Thirty - four, thirty - five, thirty - six, forty - eight,
eighty-nine...

        MRS UTAH WATKINS (Bleating)

Knit one slip one
Knit two together
Pass the slipstitch over...

        FIRST VOICE

Ocky Milkman, drowned asleep in Cockle Street, is emptying
his churns into the Dewi River,

        OCKY MILKMAN (Whispering)

regardless of expense,

        FIRST VOICE

and weeping like a funeral.

        SECOND VOICE

Cherry Owen, next door, lifts a tankard to his but nothing
flows out of it. He shakes the tankar ' It turns into a
fish. He drinks the fish.

        FIRST VOICE

P.C. Attila Rees lumps out of bed, dead to the dar and still
foghorning, and drags out his helmet from under the bed;
but deep in the backyard lock-up of his slee a mean voice
murmurs

        A VOICE (Murmuring)

You'll be sorry for this in the morning,

        FIRST VOICE

and he heave-ho's back to bed. His helmet swashes in the dark.

        SECOND VOICE

Willy Nilly, postman, asleep up street, walks fourteen miles
to deliver the post as he does every day of the night, and
rat-a-tats hard and sharp on Mrs Willy Nilly.

        MRS WILLY NILLY

Don't spank me, please, teacher,

        SECOND VOICE

whimpers his wife at his side, but every night of her married
life she has been late for school.

        FIRST VOICE

Sinbad Sailors, over the taproom of the Sailors Arms, hugs
his damp pillow whose secret name is Gossamer Beynon.

A mogul catches Lily Smalls in the wash-house.

        LILY SMALLS

Ooh, you old mogul!

        SECOND VOICE

Mrs Rose Cottage's eldest, Mae, peals off her pink-and-white
skin in a furnace in a tower in a cave in a waterfall in a
wood and waits there raw as an onion for Mister Right to
leap up the burning tall hollow splashes of leaves like a
brilliantined trout.

        MAE ROSE COTTAGE (Very close and softly, drawing
             out the words)

Call me Dolores
Like they do in the stories.

        FIRST VOICE

Alone until she dies, Bessie Bighead, hired help, born in
the workhouse, smelling of the cowshed, snores bass and
gruff on a couch of straw in a loft in Salt Lake Farm and
picks a posy of daisies in Sunday Meadow to put on the grave
of Gomer Owen who kissed her once by the pig-sty when she
wasn't looking and never kissed her again although she was
looking all the time.

And the Inspectors of Cruelty fly down into Mrs Butcher
Brynon's dream to persecute Mr Beynon for selling

        BUTCHER BEYNON

owlmeat, dogs' eyes, manchop.

        SECOND VOICE

Mr Beynon, in butcher's bloodied apron, spring-heels down
Coronation Street, a finger, not his own, in his mouth.
Straightfaced in his cunning sleep he pulls the legs of
his dreams and

        BUTCHER BEYNON

hunting on pigback shoots down the wild giblets.

        ORGAN MORGAN (High and softly)

Help!

        GOSSAMER BEYNON (Softly)

My foxy darling.

        FIRST VOICE

Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the
streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the

        SECOND VOICE

titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and
bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva
and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks
and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine
and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.

        FIRST VOICE

The owls are hunting. Look, over Bethesda gravestones one
hoots and swoops and catches a mouse by Hannah Rees, Beloved
Wife. And in Coronation Street, which you alone can see it
is so dark under the chapel in the skies, the Reverend Eli
Jenkins, poet, preacher, turns in his deep towards-dawn
sleep and dreams of

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Eisteddfodau.

SECOND VOICE

He intricately rhymes, to the music of crwth and pibgorn,
all night long in his druid's seedy nightie in a beer-tent
black with parchs.

        FIRST VOICE

Mr Pugh, schoolmaster, fathoms asleep, pretends to be sleeping,
spies foxy round the droop of his nightcap and pssst! whistles up

        MR PUGH

Murder.

        FIRST VOICE

Mrs Organ Morgan, groceress, coiled grey like a dormouse,
her paws to her ears, conjures

        MRS ORGAN MORGAN

Silence.

        SECOND VOICE

She sleeps very dulcet in a cove of wool, and trumpeting
Organ Morgan at her side snores no louder than a
spider.

        FIRST VOICE

Mary Ann Sailors dreams of

        MARY ANN SAILORS

The Garden of Eden.

        FIRST VOICE

She comes in her smock-frock and clogs

        MARY ANN SAILORS

away from the cool scrubbed cobbled kitchen with the
Sunday-school pictures on the whitewashed wall and the
farmers' almanac hung above the settle and the sides of
bacon on the ceiling hooks, and goes down the cockleshelled
paths of that applepie kitchen garden, ducking under the
gippo's clothespegs, catching her apron on the blackcurrant
bushes, past beanrows and onion-bed and tomatoes ripening
on the wall towards the old man playing the harmonium in
the orchard, and sits down on the grass at his side and
shells the green peas that grow up through the lap of her
frock that brushes the dew.

        FIRST VOICE

In Donkey Street, so furred with sleep, Dai Bread, Polly
Garter, Nogood Boyo, and Lord Cut-Glass sigh before the
dawn that is about to be and dream of

        DAI BREAD

Harems.

        POLLY GARTER

Babies.

        NOGOOD BOYO

Nothing.

        LORD CUT-GLASS

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.

        FIRST VOICE

Time passes. Listen. Time passes. An owl flies I home past
Bethesda, to a chapel in an oak. And the dawn inches up.

              [One distant bell-note, faintly reverberating

        FIRST VOICE

Stand on this hill. This is Llaregyb Hill, old as the hills,
high, cool, and green, and from this small circle, of stones,
made not by druids but by Mrs Beynon's Billy, you can see all
the town below you sleeping in the first of the dawn.

You can hear the love-sick woodpigeons mooning in bed. A dog
barks in his sleep, farmyards away. The town ripples like a
lake in the waking haze.

        VOICE OF A GUIDE-BOOK

Less than five hundred souls inhabit the three quaint streets
and the few narrow by-lanes and scattered farmsteads that
constitute this small, decaying watering-place which may,
indeed, be called a 'backwater of life' without disrespect
to its natives who possess, to this day, a salty individuality
of their own. The main street, Coronation Street, consists,
for the most part, of humble, two-storied houses many of which
attempt to achieve some measure of gaiety by prinking
themselves out in crude colours and by the liberal use of
pinkwash, though there are remaining a few eighteenth-century
houses of more pretension, if, on the whole, in a sad state
of disrepair. Though there is little to attract the hillclimber,
the healthseeker, the sportsman, or the weekending motorist,
the contemplative may, if sufficiently attracted to spare
it some leisurely hours, find, in its cobbled streets and
its little fishing harbour, in its several curious customs,
and in the conversation of its local 'characters,' some of
that picturesque sense of the past so frequently lacking in
towns and villages which have kept more abreast of the times.
The River Dewi is said to abound in trout, but is much poached.
The one place of worship, with its neglected graveyard, is of
no architectural interest.

                              [A cock crows

        FIRST VOICE

The principality of the sky lightens now, over our green
hill, into spring morning larked and crowed and belling.

                           [Slow bell notes

        FIRST VOICE

Who pulls the townhall bellrope but blind Captain Cat? One
by one, the sleepers are rung out of sleep this one morning
as every morning. And soon you shall see the chimneys' slow
upflying snow as Captain Cat, in sailor's cap and seaboots,
announces to-day with his loud get-out-of-bed bell.

        SECOND VOICE

The Reverend Eli Jenkins, in Bethesda House, gropes out of
bed into his preacher's black, combs back his bard's white
hair, forgets to wash, pads barefoot downstairs, opens the
front door, stands in the doorway and, looking out at the
day and up at the eternal hill, and hearing the sea break
and the gab of birds, remembers his own verses and tells
them softly to empty Coronation Street that is rising and
raising its blinds.

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Dear Gwalia! I know there are
Towns lovelier than ours,
And fairer hills and loftier far,
And groves more full of flowers,

And boskier woods more blithe with spring
And bright with birds' adorning,
And sweeter bards than I to sing
Their praise this beauteous morning.

By Cader Idris, tempest-torn,
Or Moel yr Wyddfa's glory,
Carnedd Llewelyn beauty born,
Plinlimmon old in story,

By mountains where King Arthur dreams,
By Penmaenmawr defiant,
Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems,
A pygmy to a giant.

By Sawdde, Senny, Dovey, Dee,
Edw, Eden, Aled, all,
Taff and Towy broad and free,
Llyfnant with its waterfall,

Claerwen, Cleddau, Dulais, Daw,
Ely, Gwili, Ogwr, Nedd,
Small is our River Dewi, Lord,
A baby on a rushy bed.

By Carreg Cennen, King of time,
Our Heron Head is only
A bit of stone with seaweed spread
Where gulls come to be lonely.

A tiny dingle is Milk Wood
By Golden Grove 'neath Grongar,
But let me choose and oh! I should
Love all my life and longer

To stroll among our trees and stray
In Goosegog Lane, on Donkey Down,
And hear the Dewi sing all day,
And never, never leave the town.

        SECOND VOICE

The Reverend Jenkins closes the front door. His morning
service is over.

                           [Slow bell notes

        FIRST VOICE

Now, woken at last by the out-of-bed-sleepy-head-Polly-put-
the-kettle-on townhall bell, Lily Smalls, Mrs Beynon's
treasure, comes downstairs from a dream of royalty who all
night long went larking with her full of sauce in the Milk
Wood dark, and puts the kettle on the primus ring in Mrs
Beynon's kitchen, and looks at herself in Mr Beynon's
shaving-glass over the sink, and sees:

        LILY SMALLS

Oh there's a face!
Where you get that hair from?
Got it from a old tom cat.
Give it back then, love.
Oh there's a perm!

Where you get that nose from, Lily?
Got it from my father, silly.
You've got it on upside down!
Oh there's a conk!

Look at your complexion!
Oh no, you look.
Needs a bit of make-up.
Needs a veil.
Oh there's glamour!

Where you get that smile,
Lil? Never you mind, girl.
Nobody loves you.
That's what you think.

Who is it loves you?
Shan't tell.
Come on, Lily.
Cross your heart then?
Cross my heart.

        FIRST VOICE

And very softly, her lips almost touching her reflection,
she breathes the name and clouds the shaving-glass.

        MRS BEYNON (Loudly, from above)

Lily!

        LILY SMALLS (Loudly)

Yes, mum.

        MRS BEYNON

Where's my tea, girl?

        LILY SMALLS

(Softly) Where d'you think? In the cat-box?

(Loudly) Coming up, mum.

        FIRST VOICE

Mr Pugh, in the School House opposite, takes up the morning
tea to Mrs Pugh, and whispers on the stairs

        MR. PUGH

Here's your arsenic, dear.
And your weedkiller biscuit.
I've throttled your parakeet.
I've spat in the vases.
I've put cheese in the mouseholes.
Here's your...                    [Door creaks open
        ...nice tea, dear.

        MRS PUGH

Too much sugar.

        MR PUGH

You haven't tasted it yet, dear.

        MRS PUGH

Too much milk, then. Has Mr Jenkins said his poetry?

        MR PUGH

Yes, dear.

        MRS PUGH

Then it's time to get up. Give me my glasses.

No, not my reading glasses, I want to look out.
I want to see

        SECOND VOICE

Lily Smalls the treasure down on her red knees washing the
front step.

        MRS PUGH

She's tucked her dress in her bloomers--oh, the baggage!

        SECOND VOICE

P.C. Attila Rees, ox-broad, barge-booted, stamping out of
Handcuff House in a heavy beef-red huff, black browed under
his damp helmet...

        MRS PUGH

He's going to arrest Polly Garter, mark my words,

        MR PUGH

What for, dear?

        MRS PUGH

For having babies.

        SECOND VOICE

...and lumbering down towards the strand to see that the
sea is still there.

        FIRST VOICE

Mary Ann Sailors, opening her bedroom window above the
taproom and calling out to the heavens

        MARY ANN SAILORS

I'm eighty-five years three months and a day!

        MRS PUGH

I will say this for her, she never makes a mistake.

        FIRST VOICE

Organ Morgan at his bedroom window playing chords on the
sill to the morning fishwife gulls who, heckling over Donkey
Street, observe

        DAI BREAD

Me, Dai Bread, hurrying to the bakery, pushing in my
shirt-tails, buttoning my waistcoat, ping goes a button,
why can't they sew them, no time for breakfast, nothing for
breakfast, there's wives for you.

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE
Me, Mrs Dai Bread One, capped and shawled and no old corset,
nice to be comfy, nice to be nice, clogging on the cobbles
to stir up a neighbour. Oh, Mrs Sarah, can you spare a loaf,
love? Dai Bread forgot the bread. There's a lovely morning!
How's your boils this morning? Isn't that good news now,
it's a change to sit down. Ta, Mrs Sarah.

        MRS DAI BREAD TWO

Me, Mrs Dai Bread Two, gypsied to kill in a silky scarlet
petticoat above my knees, dirty pretty knees, see my body
through my petticoat brown as a berry, high-heel shoes with
one heel missing, tortoiseshell comb in my bright black
slinky hair, nothing else at all but a dab of scent, lolling
gaudy at the doorway, tell your fortune in the tea-leaves,
scowling at the sunshine, lighting up my pipe.

        LORD CUT-GLASS

Me, Lord Cut-Glass, in an old frock-coat belonged to Eli
Jenkins and a pair of postman's trousers from Bethesda
Jumble, running out of doors to empty slops--mind there,
Rover!--and then running in again, tick tock.

        NOGOOD BO YO

Me, Nogood Boyo, up to no good in the wash-house

        MISS PRICE

Me, Miss Price, in my pretty print housecoat, deft at the
clothesline, natty as a jenny-wren, then pit-pat back to my
egg in its cosy, my crisp toast-fingers, my home-made plum
and butterpat.

        POLLY GARTER

Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast
in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our
garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers
live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking
up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little
milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you
should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't
life a terrible thing, thank God?

                 [Single long high chord on strings
        FIRST VOICE

Now frying-pans spit, kettles and cats purr in the kitchen.
The town smells of seaweed and breakfast all the way down
from Bay View, where Mrs OgmorePritchard, in smock and turban,
big-besomed to engage the dust, picks at her starchless bread
and sips lemon-rind tea, to Bottom Cottage, where Mr Waldo,
in bowler and bib, gobbles his bubble-and-squeak and kippers
and swigs from the saucebottle. Mary Ann Sailors

        MARY ANN SAILORS

praises the Lord who made porridge.

        FIRST VOICE

Mr Pugh

        MR PUGH

remembers ground glass as he juggles his omelet.

        FIRST VOICE

Mrs Pugh

        MRS PUGH

nags the salt-cellar.

        FIRST VOICE

Willy Nilly postman

        WILLY NILLY

downs his last bucket of black brackish tea and rumbles out
bandy to the clucking back where the hens twitch and grieve
for their tea-soaked sops.

        FIRST VOICE

Mrs Willy Nilly

        MRS WILLY NILLY

full of tea to her double-chinned brim broods and bubbles
over her coven of kettles on the hissing hot range always
ready to steam open the mail.

        FIRST VOICE

The Reverend Eli Jenkins

        REV. ELI JENKINS

finds a rhyme and dips his pen in his cocoa.

        FIRST VOICE

Lord Cut-Glass in his ticking kitchen

        LORD CUT-GLASS

scampers from clock to clock, a bunch of clock-keys in one
hand, a fish-head in the other.

        FIRST VOICE

Captain Cat in his galley

        CAPTAIN CAT

blind and fine-fingered savours his sea-fry.

        FIRST VOICE

Mr and Mrs Cherry Owen, in their Donkey Street room that is
bedroom, parlour, kitchen, and scullery, sit down to last
night's supper of onions boiled in their overcoats and broth
of spuds and baconrind and leeks and bones.

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

See that smudge on the wall by the picture of Auntie Blossom?
That's where you threw the sago.

                    [Cherry Owen laughs with delight

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

You only missed me by a inch.

        CHERRY OWEN

I always miss Auntie Blossom too.

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

Remember last night? In you reeled, my boy, as drunk as a
deacon with a big wet bucket and a fish-frail full of stout
and you looked at me and you said, 'God has come home!' you
said, and then over the bucket you went, sprawling and
bawling, and the floor was all flagons and eels.

        CHERRY OWEN

Was I wounded?

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

And then you took off your trousers and you said, 'Does
anybody want a fight!' Oh, you old baboon.

        CHERRY OWEN

Give me a kiss.

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

And then you sang 'Bread of Heaven,' tenor and bass.

        CHERRY OWEN

I always sing 'Bread of Heaven.'

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

And then you did a little dance on the table.

        CHERRY OWEN

I did?
        MRS CHERRY OWEN

Drop dead!

        CHERRY OWEN

And then what did I do?

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

Then you cried like a baby and said you were a poor drunk
orphan with nowhere to go but the grave.

        CHERRY OWEN

And what did I do next, my dear?

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

Then you danced on the table all over again and said you
were King Solomon Owen and I was your Mrs Sheba.

        CHERRY OWEN (Softy)

And then?

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

And then I got you into bed and you snored all night like
a brewery.

         [Mr and Mrs Cherry Owen laugh delightedly together

        FIRST VOICE

From Beynon Butchers in Coronation Street, the smell of
fried liver sidles out with onions on its breath. And listen!
In the dark breakfast-room behind the shop, Mr and Mrs Beynon,
waited upon by their treasure, enjoy, between bites, their
everymorning hullabaloo, and Mrs Beynon slips the gristly
bits under the tasselled tablecloth to her fat cat.

                         [Cat purrs

        MRS BEYNON

She likes the liver, Ben.

        MR BEYNON

She ought to do, Bess. It's her brother's.

        MRS BEYNON (Screaming)

Oh, d'you hear that, Lily?

        LILY SMALLS

Yes, mum.

        MRS BEYNON

We're eating pusscat.

        LILY SMALLS

Yes, mum.

        MRS BEYNON

Oh, you cat-butcher!

        MR BEYNON

It was doctored, mind.

        MRS BEYNON (Hysterical)

What's that got to do with it?

        MR BEYNON

Yesterday we had mole.

        MRS BEYNON

Oh, Lily, Lily!

        MR BEYNON

Monday, otter. Tuesday, shrews.

                        [Mrs Beynon screams

        LILY SMALLS

Go on, Mrs Beynon. He's the biggest liar in town.

        MRS BEYNON

Don't you dare say that about Mr Beynon.

        LILY SMALLS

Everybody knows it, mum.

        MRS BEYNON

Mr Beynon never tells a lie. Do you, Ben?

MR BEYNON

No, Bess. And now I am going out after the corgies, with my
little cleaver.

        MRS BEYNON

Oh, Lily, Lily!

        FIRST VOICE

Up the street, in the Sailors Arms, Sinbad Sailors, grandson
of Mary Ann Sailors, draws a pint in the sunlit bar. The
ship's clock in the bar says half past eleven. Half past
eleven is opening time. The hands of the clock have stayed
still at half past eleven for fifty years. It is always
opening time in the Sailors Arms.

        SINBAD

Here's to me, Sinbad.

        FIRST VOICE

All over the town, babies and old men are cleaned and put into
their broken prams and wheeled on to the sunlit cockled cobbles
or out into the backyards under the dancing underclothes, and
left. A baby cries.

        OLD MAN

I want my pipe and he wants his bottle.

                         [School bell rings

        FIRST VOICE

Noses are wiped, heads picked, hair combed, paws scrubbed,
ears boxed, and the children shrilled off to school.

        SECOND VOICE

Fishermen grumble to their nets. Nogood Boyo goes out in
the dinghy Zanzibar, ships the oars, drifts slowly in the
dab-filled bay, and, lying on his back in the unbaled water,
among crabs' legs and tangled lines, looks up at the
spring sky.

        NOGOOD BOYO (Softly, lazily)

I don't know who's up there and I don't care.

        FIRST VOICE

He turns his head and looks up at Llaregyb Hill, and sees,
among green lathered trees, the white houses of the strewn
away farms, where farmboys whistle, dogs shout, cows low,
but all too far away for him, or you, to hear. And in the
town, the shops squeak open. Mr Edwards, in butterfly-collar
and straw-hat at the doorway of Manchester House, measures
with his eye the dawdlers-by for striped flannel shirts and
shrouds and flowery blouses, and bellows to himself in the
darkness behind his eye

        MR EDWARDS (Whispers)

I love Miss Price.

        FIRST VOICE

Syrup is sold in the post-office. A car drives to market,
full of fowls and a farmer. Milk-churns stand at Coronation
Corner like short silver policemen. And, sitting at the
open window of Schooner House, blind Captain Cat hears all
the morning of the town.

                 [School bell in background.
                 Children's voices. The noise of
                 children's feet on the cobbles

        CAPTAIN CAT (Softly, to himself)

Maggie Richards, Ricky Rhys, Tommy Powell, our Sal, little
Gerwain, Billy Swansea with the dog's voice, one of Mr
Waldo's, nasty Humphrey, Jackie with the sniff....Where's
Dicky's Albie? and the boys from Ty-pant? Perhaps they got
the rash again.

          [A sudden cry among the children's voices

        CAPTAIN CAT

Somebody's hit Maggie Richards. Two to one it's Billy Swansea.
Never trust a boy who barks.

        [A burst of yelping crying

Right again! It's Billy.

        FIRST VOICE

And the children's voices cry away.

              [Postman's rat-a-tat on door, distant

        CAPTAIN CAT (Softly, to himself)

That's Willy Nilly knocking at Bay View. Rat-a-tat, very
soft. The knocker's got a kid glove on. Who's sent a letter
to Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard?

                  [Rat-a-tat, distant again

        CAPTAIN CAT

Careful now, she swabs the front glassy. Every step's like
a bar of soap. Mind your size twelveses. That old Bessie
would beeswax the lawn to make the birds slip.

        WILLY NILLY

Morning, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard.

        MRS OGMORE -PRITCHARD

Good morning, postman.

        WILLY NILLY

Here's a letter for you with stamped and addressed envelope
enclosed, all the way from Builth Wells. A gentleman wants
to study birds and can he have accommodation for two weeks
and a bath vegetarian.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

No.
        WILLY NILLY (Persuasively)

You wouldn't know he was in the house, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard.
He'd be out in the mornings at the bang of dawn with his bag
of breadcrumbs and his little telescope...

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

And come home at all hours covered with feathers. I don't
want persons in my nice clean rooms breathing all over the
chairs...

        WILLY NILLY

Cross my heart, he won't breathe.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

...and putting their feet on my carpets and sneezing on my
china and sleeping in my sheets...

        WILLY NILLY

He only wants a single bed, Mrs Ogmore. Pritchard.

                        [Door slams

        CAPTAIN CAT (Softly)

And back she goes to the kitchen to polish the potatoes.

        FIRST VOICE

Captain Cat hears Willy Nilly's feet heavy on the distant
cobbles.

        CAPTAIN CAT

One, two, three, four, five...That's Mrs Rose Cottage.
What's to-day? To-day she gets the letter from her sister
in Gorslas. How's the twins' teeth?

He's stopping at School House.

        WILLY NILLY

Morning, Mrs Pugh. Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard won't have a
gentleman in from Builth Wells because he'll sleep in her
sheets, Mrs Rose Cottage's sister in Gorslas's twins have
got to have them out...

        MRS PUGH

Give me the parcel.

        WILLY NILLY

It's for Mr Pugh, Mrs Pugh.

        MRS PUGH

Never you mind. What's inside it?

        WILLY NILLY

A book called Lives of the Great Poisoners.

        CAPTAIN CAT

That's Manchester House.

        WILLY NILLY

Morning, Mr Edwards. Very small news. Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard
won't have birds in the house, and Mr Pugh's bought a book
now on how to do in Mrs Pugh.

        MR EDWARDS

Have you got a letter from her?

        WILLY NILLY

Miss Price loves you with all her heart. Smelling of lavender
to-day. She's down to the last of the elderflower wine but
the quince jam's bearing up and she's knitting roses on the
doilies. Last week she sold three jars of boiled sweets,
pound of humbugs, half a box of jellybabies and six coloured
photos of Llaregyb. Yours for ever. Then twenty-one X's.

        MR EDWARDS

Oh, Willy Nilly, she's a ruby! Here's my letter. Put it
into her hands now.

            [Slow feet on cobbles, quicker feet approaching

        CAPTAIN CAT

Mr Waldo hurrying to the Sailors Arms. Pint of stout with
a egg in it.                 [Footsteps stop

(Softly) There's a letter for him.

        WILLY NILLY

It's another paternity summons, Mr Waldo.

        FIRST VOICE

The quick footsteps hurry on along the cobbles and up
three steps to the Sailors Arms.

        MR WALDO (Calling out)

Quick, Sinbad. Pint of stout. And no egg in.

        FIRST VOICE

People are moving now up and down the cobbled street.

        CAPTAIN CAT

All the women are out this morning, in the sun. You can
tell it's Spring. There goes Mrs Cherry, you can tell her
by her trotters, off she trots new as a daisy. Who's that
talking by the pump? Mrs Floyd and Boyo, talking flatfish.
What can you talk about flatfish? That's Mrs Dai Bread
One, waltzing up the street like a jelly, every time she
shakes it's slap slap slap. Who's that? Mrs Butcher Beynon
with her pet black cat, it follows her everywhere, miaow
and all. There goes Mrs Twenty-Three, important, the sun
gets up and goes down in her dewlap, when she shuts her
eyes, it's night. High heels now, in the morning too, Mrs
Rose Cottage's eldest Mae, seventeen and never been kissed
ho ho, going young and milking under my window to the
field with the nannygoats, she reminds me all the way.
Can't hear what the women are gabbing round the pump. Same
as ever. Who's having a baby, who blacked whose eye, seen
Polly Garter giving her belly an airing, there should be
a law, seen Mrs Beynon's new mauve jumper, it's her old
grey jumper dyed, who's dead, who's dying, there's a
lovely day, oh the cost of soapflakes!

                                      [Organ music, distant

        CAPTAIN CAT

Organ Morgan's at it early. You can tell it's Spring.

        FIRST VOICE

And he hears the noise of milk-cans.

        CAPTAIN CAT

Ocky Milkman on his round. I will say this, his milk's as
fresh as the dew. Half dew it is. Snuffle on, Ocky,
watering the town...Somebody's coming. Now the voices
round the pump can see somebody coming. Hush, there's a
hush! You can tell by the noise of the hush, it's Polly
Garter. (Louder) Hullo, Polly, who's there?

        POLLY GARTER (Off)

Me, love.

        CAPTAIN CAT

That's Polly Garter. (Softly) Hullo, Polly my love, can
you hear the dumb goose-hiss of the wives as they huddle
and peck or flounce at a waddle away? Who cuddled you
when? Which of their pandering hubbies moaned in Milk Wood
for your naughty mothering arms and body like a wardrobe,
love? Scrub the floors of the Welfare Hall for the
Mothers' Union Social Dance, you're one mother won't
wriggle her roly poly bum or pat her fat little buttery
feet in that wedding-ringed holy to-night though the
waltzing breadwinners snatched from the cosy smoke of the
Sailors Arms will grizzle and mope.

                                              [A cock crows

        CAPTAIN CAT

Too late, cock, too late

        SECOND VOICE

for the town's half over with its morning. The morning's
busy as bees.

                            [Organ music fades into silence

        FIRST VOICE

There's the clip clop of horses on the sunhoneyed cobbles
of the humming streets, hammering of horse- shoes, gobble
quack and cackle, tomtit twitter from the bird-ounced
boughs, braying on Donkey Down. Bread is baking, pigs are
grunting, chop goes the butcher, milk-churns bell, tills
ring, sheep cough, dogs shout, saws sing. Oh, the Spring
whinny and morning moo from the clog dancing farms, the
gulls' gab and rabble on the boat-bobbing river and sea
and the cockles bubbling in the sand, scamper of
sanderlings, curlew cry, crow caw, pigeon coo, clock
strike, bull bellow, and the ragged gabble of the
beargarden school as the women scratch and babble in Mrs
Organ Morgan's general shop where everything is sold:
custard, buckets, henna, rat-traps, shrimp-nets, sugar,
stamps, confetti, paraffin, hatchets, whistles.

        FIRST WOMAN

Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard

        SECOND WOMAN

la di da

        FIRST WOMAN

got a man in Builth Wells

        THIRD WOMAN

and he got a little telescope to look at birds

        SECOND WOMAN

Willy Nilly said

        THIRD WOMAN

Remember her first husband? He didn't need a telescope

        FIRST WOMAN

he looked at them undressing through the keyhole

        THIRD WOMAN

and he used to shout Tallyho

        SECOND WOMAN

but Mr Ogmore was a proper gentleman

        FIRST WOMAN

even though he hanged his collie.

        THIRD WOMAN

Seen Mrs Butcher Beynon?

        SECOND WOMAN

she said Butcher Beynon put dogs in the mincer

        FIRST WOMAN

go on, he's pulling her leg

        THIRD WOMAN

now don't you dare tell her that, there's a dear

        SECOND WOMAN

or she'll think he's trying to pull it off and eat it,

        FOURTH WOMAN

There's a nasty lot live here when you come to think.

        FIRST WOMAN

Look at that Nogood Boyo now

        SECOND WOMAN

too lazy to wipe his snout

        THIRD WOMAN

and going out fishing every day and all he ever brought
back was a Mrs Samuels

        FIRST WOMAN

been in the water a week.

        SECOND WOMAN

And look at Ocky Milkman's wife that nobody's ever seen

        FIRST WOMAN

he keeps her in the cupboard with the empties

        THIRD WOMAN

and think of Dai Bread with two wives

        SECONE WOMAN

one for the daytime one for the night.

        FOURTH WOMAN

Men are brutes on the quiet.

        THIRD WOMAN

And how's Organ Morgan, Mrs Morgan?

        FIRST WOMAN

you look dead beat

        SECOND WOMAN

it's organ organ all the time with him

        THIRD WOMAN

up every night until midnight playing the organ.

        MRS ORGAN MORGAN

Oh, I'm a martyr to music.

        FIRST VOICE

Outside, the sun springs down on the rough and tumbling
town. It runs through the hedges of Goosegog Lane, cuffing
the birds to sing. Spring whips green down Cockle Row, and
the shells ring out. Llaregyb this snip of a morning is
wildfruit and warm, the streets, fields, sands and waters
springing in the young sun.

        SECOND VOICE

Evans the Death presses hard with black gloves on the
coffin of his breast in case his hearts jumps out,

        EVANS THE DEATH (Harshly)

Where's your dignity. Lie down.

        SECOND VOICE

Spring stirs Gossamer Beynon schoolmistress like spoon.

        GOSSAMER BEYNON (Tearfully)

Oh, what can I do? I'll never be refined if I twitch.

        SECOND VOICE

Spring this strong morning foams in a flame in Jack Black
as he cobbles a high-heeled shoe for Mrs Dai Bread Two the
gypsy, but he hammers it sternly out.

        JACK BLACK (To a hammer rhythm)

There is no leg belonging to the foot that belongs to this
shoe.

        SECOND VOICE

The sun and the green breeze ship Captain Cat sea-memory
again.

        CAPTAIN CAT

No, I'll take the mulatto, by God, who's captain here?
Parlez-vous jig jig, Madam?

        SECOND VOICE

Mary Ann Sailors says very softly to herself as she looks
out at Llaregyb Hill from the bedroom where she was born

        MARY ANN SAILORS (Loudly)

It is Spring in Llaregyb in the sun in my old age, and
this is the Chosen Land.

    [A choir of children's voices suddenly cries out on one,
                              high, glad, long, sighing note

        FIRST VOICE

And in Willy Nilly the Postman's dark and sizzling damp
tea-coated misty pygmy kitchen where the spittingcat
kettles throb and hop on the range, Mrs Willy Nilly steams
open Mr Mog Edwards' letter to Miss Myfanwy Price and
reads it aloud to Willy Nilly by the squint of the Spring
sun through the one sealed window running with tears,
while the drugged, bedraggled hens at the back door
whimper and snivel for the lickerish bog-black tea.

        MRS WILLY NILLY

From Manchester House, Llaregyb. Sole Prop: Mr Mog Edwards
(late of Twll), Linendraper, Haberdasher, Master Tailor,
Costumier. For West End Negligee, Lingerie, Teagowns,
Evening Dress, Trousseaux, Layettes. Also Ready to Wear
for All Occasions. Economical Outfitting for Agricultural
Employment Our Speciality, Wardrobes Bought. Among Our
Satisfied Customers Ministers of Religion and J .P 's.
Fittings by Appointment. Advertising Weekly in the Twll
Bugle. Beloved Myfanwy Price my Bride in Heaven,

        MOG EDWARDS

I love you until Death do us part and then we shall be
together for ever and ever. A new parcel of ribbons has
come from Carmarthen to-day, all the colours in the
rainbow. I wish I could tie a ribbon in your hair a white
one but it cannot be. I dreamed last night you were all
dripping wet and you sat on my lap as the Reverend Jenkins
went down the street. I see you got a mermaid in your lap
he said and he lifted his hat. He is a proper Christian.
Not like Cherry Owen who said you should have thrown her
back he said. Business is very poorly. Polly Garter bought
two garters with roses but she never got stockings so what
is the use I say. Mr Waldo tried to sell me a woman's
nightie outsize he said he found it and we know where. I
sold a packet of pins to Tom the Sailors to pick his
teeth. If this goes on I shall be in the workhouse. My
heart is in your bosom and yours is in mine. God be with
you always Myfanwy Price and keep you lovely for me in His
Heavenly Mansion. I must stop now and remain, Your Eternal,
Mog Edwards.

        MRS WILLY NILLY

And then a little message with a rubber stamp. Shop at
Mog's!!!

        FIRST VOICE.

And Willy Nilly, rumbling, jockeys out again to the
three-seated shack called the House of Commons in the back
where the hens weep, and sees, in sudden Springshine,

        SECOND VOICE

herring gulls heckling down to the harbour where the
fishermen spit and prop the morning up and eye the fishy
sea smooth to the sea's end as it lulls in blue. Green and
gold money, tobacco, tinned salmon, hats with feathers,
pots of fish-paste, warmth for the winter-to-be, weave and
leap in it rich and slippery in the flash and shapes of
fishes through the cold sea-streets. But with blue lazy
eyes the fishermen gaze at that milkmaid whispering water
with no nick or ripple as though it blew great guns and
serpents and typhooned the town.

        FISHERMAN

Too rough for fishing to-day.

        SECOND VOICE

And they thank God, and gob at a gull for luck, and
moss-slow and silent make their way uphill, from the still
still sea, towards the Sailors Arms as the children

                                               [School bell

        FIRST VOICE

spank and scamper rough and singing out of school into the
draggletail yard. And Captain Cat at his window says soft
to himself the words of their song.

        CAPTAIN CAT (To the beat of the singing)

Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail
Kept their baby in a
milking pail Flossie
Snail and Johnnie Crack
One would pull it out and one would put it back

O it's my turn now said Flossie Snail
To take the baby from the milking pail
And it's my turn now said Johnnie Crack
To smack it on the head and put it back

Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail
Kept their baby in a milking pail
One would put it back and one would pull it out
And all it had to drink was ale and stout
For Johnnie Crack and Flossie Snail
Always used to say that stout and ale
Was good for a baby in a milking pail.

                                                [Long pause

        FIRST VOICE

The music of the spheres is heard distinctly over Milk
Wood. It is 'The Rustle of Spring.'

        SECOND VOICE

A glee-party sings in Bethesda Graveyard, gay but muffled.

        FIRST VOICE

Vegetables make love above the tenors

SECOND VOICE

and dogs bark blue in the face.

        FIRST VOICE

Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard belches in a teeny hanky and chases
the sunlight with a flywhisk, but even she cannot drive
out the Spring: from one of the finger-bowls a primrose
grows.

        SECOND VOICE

Mrs Dai Bread One and Mrs Dai Bread Two are sitting
outside their house in Donkey Lane, one darkly one plumply
blooming in the quick, dewy sun. Mrs Dai Bread Two is
looking into a crystal ball which she holds in the lap of
her dirty yellow petticoat, hard against her hard dark
thighs.

        MRS DAI BREAD TWO

Cross my palm with silver. Out of our housekeeping money.
Aah!

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE

What d'you see, lovie?

        MRS DAI BREAD TWO

I see a featherbed. With three pillows on it. And a text
above the bed. I can't read what it says, there's great
clouds blowing. Now they have blown away. God is Love, the
text says.

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE (Delighted)

That's our bed.

        MRS DAI BREAD TWO

And now it's vanished. The sun's spinning like a top.
Who's this coming out of the sun? It's a hairy little man
with big pink lips. He got a wall eye.

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE

It's Dai, it's Dai Bread!

MRS DAI BREAD TWO

Ssh! The featherbed's floating back. The little man's
taking his boots off. He's pulling his shirt over his
head. He's beating his chest with his fists. I le's
climbing into bed.

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE

Go on, go on.

        MRS DAI BREAD TWO

There's two women in bed. He looks at them both, with his
head cocked on one side. He's whistling through his teeth.
Now he grips his little arms round one of the women.

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE

Which one, which one?

MRS DAI BREAD TWO

I can't see any more. There's great clouds blowing again.

        MRS DAI BREAD ONE

Ach, the mean old clouds!

                       [Pause. The children's singing fades

        FIRST VOICE

The morning is all singing. The Reverend Eli Jenkins, busy
on his morning calls, stops outside the Welfare Hall to
hear Polly Garter as she scrubs the floors for the
Mothers' Union Dance to-night.

        POLLY GARTER (Singing)

I loved a man whose name was Tom
He was strong as a bear and two yards long
I loved a man whose name was Dick
He was big as a barrel and three feet thick
And I loved a man whose name was Harry
Six feet tall and sweet as a cherry
But the one I loved best awake or asleep
Was little Willy Wee and he's six feet deep.

O Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men
And I'll never have such loving again
But little Willy Wee who took me on his knee
Little Willy Wee was the man for me.

Now men from every parish round
Run after me and roll me on the ground
But whenever I love another man back
Johnnie from the Hill or Sailing Jack
I always think as they do what they please
Of Tom Dick and Harry who were tall as trees
And most I think when I'm by their side
Of little Willy Wee who downed and died.

O Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men
And I'll never have such loving again
But little Willy Wee who took me on his knee
Little Willy Weazel is, the man for me.

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Praise the Lord! We are a musical nation.

        SECOND VOICE

And the Reverend Jenkins hurries on through the town to
visit the sick with jelly and poems.

        FIRST VOICE

The town's as full as a lovebird's egg.

        MR WALDO

There goes the Reverend,

        FIRST VOICE

says Mr Waldo at the smoked herring brown window of the
unwashed Sailors Arms,

        MR WALDO

with his brolly and his odes. Fill 'em up, Sinbad, I'm on
the treacle to-day.

        SECOND VOICE

The silent fishermen flush down their pints.

        SINBAD

Oh, Mr Waldo,

        FIRST VOICE

sighs Sinbad Sailors,

        SINBAD

I dote on that Gossamer Beynon. She's a lady all over.

        FIRST VOICE

And Mr Waldo, who is thinking of a woman soft as Eve and
sharp as sciatica to share his bread-pudding bed, answers

        MR WALDO

No lady that I know is

        SINBAD

And if only grandma'd die, cross my heart I'd go down on
my knees Mr Waldo and I'd say Miss Gossamer I'd say

        CHILDREN'S VOICES

When birds do sing hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the Spring...

        SECOND VOICE

Polly Garter sings, still on her knees,

        POLLY GARTER

Tom Dick and Harry were three fine men
And I'll never have such

        CHILDREN

                ding a ding

        POLLY GARTER

                        again.

        FIRST VOICE

And the morning school is over, and Captain Cat at his
curtained schooner's porthole open to the Spring sun tides
hears the naughty forfeiting children tumble and rhyme on
the cobbles.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Gwennie call the boys
They make such a noise.

        GIRL

Boys boys boys
Come along to me'.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Boys boys boys
Kiss Gwennie where she says
Or give her a penny.
Go on, Gwennie.

        GIRL

Kiss me in Goosegog Lane
Or give me a penny.
What's your name?

        FIRST BOY

Billy.

        GIRL

Kiss me in Goosegog Lane Billy
Or give me a penny silly.

        FIRST BO Y

Gwennie Gwennie
I kiss you in Goosegog Lane.
Now I haven't got to give you a penny.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Boys boys boys
Kiss Gwennie where she says
Or give her a penny.
Go on, Gwennie.

        GIRL

Kiss me on Llaregyb Hill
Or give me a penny.
What's your name?

        SECOND BOY

Johnnie Cristo.

        GIRL

Kiss me on Llaregyb Hill Johnnie Cristo
Or give me a penny mister.

        SECOND BOY

Gwennie Gwennie
I kiss you on Llaregyb Hill.
Now I haven't got to give you a penny.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Boys boys boys
Kiss Gwennie where she says
Or give her a penny.
Go on, Gwennie.

        GIRL

Kiss me in Milk Wood
Or give me a penny.
What's your name?

        THIRD BOY

Dicky.

        GIRL

Kiss me in Milk Wood Dicky
Or give me a penny quickly.

        THIRD BOY

Gwennie Gwennie
I can't kiss you in Milk Wood.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Gwennie ask him why.

        GIRL

Why?

        THIRD BOY

Because my mother says I mustn't.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Cowardy cowardy custard
Give Gwennie a penny.

        GIRL

Give me a penny.

        THIRD BOY

I haven't got any.

        GIRLS' VOICES

Put him in the river
Up to his liver
Quick quick Dirty Dick
Beat him on the bum
With a rhubarb stick.
Aiee!
Hush!

        FIRST VOICE

And the shrill girls giggle and master around him and
squeal as they clutch and thrash, and he blubbers away
downhill with his patched pants falling, and his
tear-splashed blush burns all the way as the triumphant
bird-like sisters scream with buttons in their claws and
the bully brothers hoot after him his little nickname and
his mother's shame and his father's wickedness with the
loose wild barefoot women of the hovels of the hills. It
all means nothing at all, and, howling for his milky mum,
for her cawl and buttermilk and cowbreath and welshcakes
and the fat birth-smelling bed and moonlit kitchen of her
arms, he'll never forget as he paddles blind home through
the weeping end of the world. Then his tormentors tussle
and run to the Cockle Street sweet-shop, their pennies
sticky as honey, to buy from Miss Myfanwy Price, who is
cocky and neat as a puff-bosomed robin and her small round
buttocks tight as ticks, gobstoppers big as wens that
rainbow as you suck, brandyballs, winegums, hundreds and
thousands, liquorice sweet as sick, nougat to tug and
ribbon out like another red rubbery tongue, gum to glue
in girls' curls, crimson coughdrops to spit blood,
ice-cream comets, dandelion-and-burdock, raspberry and
cherryade, pop goes the weasel and the wind.

        SECOND VOICE

Gossamer Beynon high-heels out of school The sun hums down
through the cotton flowers of her dress into the bell of
her heart and buzzes in the honey there and couches and
kisses, lazy-loving and boozed, in her red-berried breast.
Eyes run from the trees and windows of the street,
steaming 'Gossamer,' and strip her to the nipples and the
bees. She blazes naked past the Sailors Arms, the only
woman on the Dai-Adamed earth. Sinbad Sailors places on
her thighs still dewdamp from the first mangrowing
cockcrow garden his reverent goat-bearded hands.

        GOSSAMER BEYNON

I don't care if he is common,

        SECOND VOICE

she whispers to her salad-day deep self,

        GOSSAMER BEYNON

I want to gobble him up. I don't care if he does drop his
aitches,

        SECOND VOICE

she tells the stripped and mother-of-the-world big-beamed
and Eve-hipped spring of her self,

        GOSSAMER BEYNON

so long as he's all cucumber and hooves.

        SECOND VOICE

Sinbad Sailors watches her go by, demure and proud and
schoolmarm in her crisp flower dress and sun-defying hat,
with never a look or lilt or wriggle, the butcher's
unmelting icemaiden daughter veiled for ever from the
hungry hug of his eyes.

        SINBAD SAILORS

Oh, Gossamer Beynon, why are you so proud?

        SECOND VOICE

he grieves to his guinness,

        SINBAD SAILORS

Oh, beautiful beautiful Gossamer B, I wish I wish that you
were for me. I wish you were not so educated.

        SECOND VOICE

She feels his goatbeard tickle her in the middle of the
world like a tuft of wiry fire, and she turns in a terror
of delight away from his whips and whiskery conflagration,
and sits down in the kitchen to a plate heaped high with
chips and the kidneys of lambs.

        FIRST VOICE

In the blind-drawn dark dining-room of School House, dusty
and echoing as a dining-room in a vault, Mr and Mrs Pugh
are silent over cold grey cottage pie. Mr Pugh reads, as
he forks the shroud meat in, from Lives of the Great
Poisoners. He has bound a plain brown-paper cover round
the book. Slyly, between slow mouthfuls, he sidespies up
at Mrs Pugh, poisons her with his eye, then goes on
reading. He underlines certain passages and smiles in
secret.

        MRS PUGH

Persons with manners do not read at table,

        FIRST VOICE

says Mrs Pugh. She swallows a digestive tablet as big as a
horse-pill, washing it down with clouded peasoup water.

                                                     [Pause

        MRS PUGH

Some persons were brought up in pigsties.

        MR PUGH

Pigs don't read at table, dear.

        FIRST VOICE

Bitterly she flicks dust from the broken cruet. It settles
on the pie in a thin gnat-rain.

        MR PUGH

Pigs can't read, my dear.

        MRS PUGH

I know one who can.

        FIRST VOICE

Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh
minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through
spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing in his
crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous
porridge unknown to toxicologists which will scald and
viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, her
toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes
screaming out of her navel.

        MR PUGH

You know best, dear,

        FIRST VOICE

says Mr Pugh, and quick as a flash he ducks her in rat
soup.

        MRS PUGH

What's that book by your trough, Mr Pugh?

        MR PUGH

It's a theological work, my dear. Lives of the Great
Saints.

        FIRST VOICE

Mrs Pugh smiles. An icicle forms in the cold air of the
dining-vault.

        MRS PUGH

I saw you talking to a saint this morning. Saint Polly
Garter. She was martyred again last night. Mrs Organ
Morgan saw her with Mr Waldo.

        MRS ORGAN MORGAN

And when they saw me they pretended they were looking for
nests,

        SECOND VOICE

said Mrs Organ Morgan to her husband, with her mouth full
of fish as a pelican's.

        MRS ORGAN MORGAN

But you don't go nesting in long combinations, I said to
myself, like Mr Waldo was wearing, and your dress nearly
over your head like Polly Garter's. Oh, they didn't fool me.

        SECOND VOICE

One big bird gulp, and the flounder's gone. She licks her
lips and goes stabbing again.

        MRS ORGAN MORGAN

And when you think of all those babies she's got, then all
I can say is she'd better give up bird nesting that's all
I can say, it isn't the right kind of hobby at all for a
woman that can't say No even to midgets. Remember Bob
Spit? He wasn't any bigger than a baby and he gave her
two. But they're two nice boys, I will say that, Fred Spit
and Arthur. Sometimes I like Fred best and sometimes I
like Arthur. Who do you like best, Organ?

        ORGAN MORGAN

Oh, Bach without any doubt. Bach every time for me.

        MRS ORGAN MORGAN

Organ Morgan, you haven't been listening to a word 1 said.
It's organ organ all the time with you..

        FIRST VOICE

And she bursts into tears, and, in the middle of her salty
howling, nimbly spears a small flatfish and pelicans it
whole.

        ORGAN MORGAN

And then Palestrina,

        SECOND VOICE

says Organ Morgan.

        FIRST VOICE

Lord Cut-Glass, in his kitchen full of time, squats down
alone to a dogdish, marked Fido, of peppery fish-scraps
and listens to the voices of his sixty-six clocks, one for
each year of his loony age, and watches, with love, their
black-and-white moony loudlipped faces tocking the earth
away: slow clocks, quick clocks, pendulumed heart-knocks,
china, alarm, grandfather, cuckoo; clocks shaped like
Noah's whirring Ark, clocks that bicker in marble ships,
clocks in the wombs of glass women, hourglass chimers,
tu-wit-tuwoo clocks, clocks that pluck tunes, Vesuvius
clocks all black bells and lava, Niagara clocks that
cataract their ticks, old time-weeping clocks with ebony
beards, clocks with no hands for ever drumming out time
without ever knowing what time it is. His sixty-six
singers are all set at different hours. Lord Cut-Glass
lives in a house and a life at siege. Any minute or dark
day now, the unknown enemy will loot and savage downhill,
but they will not catch him napping. Sixty-six different
times in his fish-slimy kitchen ping, strike, tick, chime,
and tock.

        SECOND VOICE

The lust and lilt and lather and emerald breeze and
crackle of the bird-praise and body of Spring with its
breasts full of rivering May-milk, means, to that lordly
fish-head nibbler, nothing but another nearness to the
tribes and navies of the Last Black Day who'll sear and
pillage down Armageddon Hill to his double-locked
rusty-shuttered tick-tock dust-scrabbled shack at the
bottom of the town that has fallen head over bells in love.

        POLLY GARTER

And I'll never have such loving again,

        SECOND VOICE

pretty Polly hums and longs.

        POLLY GARTER (Sings)

Now when farmers' boys on the first fair day
Come down from the hills to drink and be gay,
Before the sun sinks I'll lie there in their arms
For they're good bad boys from the lonely farms,

But I always think as we tumble into bed
Of little Willy Wee who is dead, dead, dead...

                                                 [A silence

        FIRST VOICE

The sunny slow lulling afternoon yawns and moons through
the dozy town. The sea lolls, laps and idles in, with
fishes sleeping in its lap. The meadows still as Sunday,
the shut-eye tasselled bulls, the goat-anddaisy dingles,
nap happy and lazy. The dumb duck-ponds snooze. Clouds sag
and pillow on Llaregyb Hill. Pigs grunt in a wet
wallow-bath, and smile as they snort and dream. They dream
of the acorned swill of the world, the rooting for
pig-fruit, the bagpipe dugs of the mother sow, the squeal
and snuffle of yesses of the women pigs in rut. They
mud-bask and snout in the pig-loving sun; their tails
curl; they rollick and slobber and snore to deep, smug,
after-swill sleep. Donkeys angelically drowse on Donkey
Down.

        MRS PUGH

Persons with manners,

        SECOND VOICE

snaps Mrs cold Pugh,

        MRS PUGH

do not nod at table.

        FIRST VOICE

Mr Pugh cringes awake. He puts on a soft-soaping smile: it
is sad and grey under his nicotine-eggyellow weeping
walrus Victorian moustache worn thick and long in memory
of Doctor Crippen.

        MRS PUGH

You should wait until you retire to your sty,

        SECOND VOICE

says Mrs Pugh, sweet as a razor. His fawning measly
quarter-smile freezes. Sly and silent, he foxes into his
chemist's den and there, in a hiss and prussic circle
of cauldrons and phials brimful with pox and the Black
Death, cooks up a fricassee of deadly nightshade,
nicotine, hot frog, cyanide and bat-spit for his needling
stalactite hag and bednag of a pokerbacked nutcracker
wife.

        MR PUGH

I beg your pardon, my dear,

        SECOND VOICE

he murmurs with a wheedle.

        FIRST VOICE

Captain Cat, at his window thrown wide to the sun and the
clippered seas he sailed long ago when his eyes were blue
and bright, slumbers and voyages; ear-ringed and rolling,
I Love You Rosie Probert tattooed on his belly, he brawls
with broken bottles in the fug and babel of the dark dock
bars, roves with a herd of short and good time cows in
every naughty port and twines and souses with the drowned
and blowzy-breasted dead. He weeps as he sleeps and sails.

        SECOND VOICE

One voice of all he remembers most dearly as his dream
buckets down. Lazy early Rosie with the flaxen thatch,
whom he shared with Tom-Fred the donkeyman and many
another seaman, clearly and near to him speaks from the
bedroom of her dust. In that gulf and haven, fleets by the
dozen have anchored for the little heaven of the night;
but she speaks to Captain napping Cat alone. Mrs Probert...

        ROSIE PROBERT

from Duck Lane, Jack. Quack twice and ask for Rosie

        SECOND VOICE

...is the one love of his sea-life that was sardined with
women.

        ROSIE PROBERT (Softly)

What seas did you see,
Tom Cat, Tom Cat,
In your sailoring days
Long long ago?
What sea beasts were
In the wavery green
When you were my master?

        CAPTAIN CAT

I'll tell you the truth.
Seas barking like
seals, Blue seas and green,
Seas covered with eels
And mermen and whales.

        ROSIE PROBERT

What seas did you sail
Old whaler when
On the blubbery waves
Between Frisco and Wales
You were my bosun?

        CAPTAIN CAT

As true as I'm here
Dear you Tom Cat's tart
You landlubber Rosie
You cosy love
My easy as easy
My true sweetheart,
Seas green as a bean
Seas gliding with swans
In the seal-barking moon.

        ROSIE PROBERT

What seas were rocking
My little deck hand
My favourite husband 
In your seaboots and hunger
My duck my whaler
My honey my daddy
My pretty sugar sailor.
With my name on your belly
When you were a boy
Long long ago?

        CAPTAIN CAT

I'll tell you no lies.
The only sea I saw
Was the seesaw sea
With you riding on it.
Lie down, lie easy.
Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

        ROSIE PROBERT,

Knock twice, Jack,
At the door of my grave
And ask for Rosie.

        CAPTAIN CAT

Rosie Probert.

        ROSIE PROBERT

Remember her.
She is forgetting.
The earth which filled her mouth
Is vanishing from her.
Remember me.
I have forgotten you.
I am going into the darkness of the darkness for ever.
I have forgotten that I was ever born.

        CHILD

Look,

        FIRST VOICE

says a child to her mother as they pass by the window of
Schooner House,

        CHILD

Captain Cat is crying

        FIRST VOICE

Captain Cat is crying

        CAPTAIN CAT

Come back, come back,

        FIRST VOICE

up the silences and echoes of the passages of the eternal
night.

        CHILD

He's crying all over his nose,

        FIRST VOICE

says the child. Mother and child move on down the street.

        CHILD

He's got a nose like strawberries,

        FIRST VOICE

the child says ; and then she forgets him too. She sees in
the still middle of the bluebagged bay Nogood Boyo fishing
from the Zanzibar.

        CHILD

Nogood Boyo gave me three pennies yesterday but I wouldn't,

        FIRST VOICE

the child tells her mother.

        SECOND VOICE

Boyo catches a whalebone corset. It is all he has caught
all day.

        NOGOOD BOYO

Bloody funny fish!

        SECOND VOICE

Mrs Dai Bread Two gypsies up his mind's slow eye, dressed
only in a bangle.

        NOGOOD BOYO

She's wearing her nightgown. (Pleadingly) Would you like
this nice wet corset, Mrs Dai Bread Two?

        MRS DAI BREAD TWO

No, I won't!

NOGOOD BO YO

And a bite of my little apple?

        SECOND VOICE

he offers with no hope.

        FIRST VOICE

She shakes her brass nightgown, and he chases her out of
his mind; and when he comes gusting back, there in the
bloodshot centre of his eye a geisha girl grins and bows
in a kimono of ricepaper.

        NOGOOD BO YO

I want to be good Boyo, but nobody'll let me,

        FIRST VOICE

he sighs as she writhes politely. The land fades, the sea
flocks silently away; and through the warm white cloud
where he lies, silky, tingling, uneasy Eastern music
undoes him in a Japanese minute.

        SECOND VOICE

The afternoon buzzes like lazy bees round the flowers
round Mae Rose Cottage. Nearly asleep in the field of
nannygoats who hum and gently butt the sun, she blows love
on a puffball.

        MAE ROSE COTTAGE (Lazily)

He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me!--the dirty old fool.

        SECOND VOICE

Lazy she lies alone in clover and sweet-grass, seventeen
and never been sweet in the grass ho ho.

        FIRST VOICE

The Reverend Eli Jenkins inky in his cool front parlour or
poem-room tells only the truth in his Lifework--the
Population, Main Industry, Shipping, History, Topography,
Flora and Fauna of the town he worships in--the White Book
of Llaregyb. Portraits of famous bards and preachers, all
fur and wool from the squint to the kneecaps, hang over
him heavy as sheep, next to faint lady watercolours of
pale green Milk Wood like a lettuce salad dying. His
mother, propped against a pot in a palm, with her
wedding-ring waist and bust like a black-clothed
dining-table suffers in her stays.

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Oh angels be careful there with your knives and forks,

        FIRST VOICE

he prays. There is no known likeness of his father Esau,
who, undogcollared because of his little weakness, was
scythed to the bone one harvest by mistake when sleeping
with his weakness in the corn. He lost all ambition and
died, with one leg.

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Poor Dad,

        SECOND VOICE

grieves the Reverend Eli,

        REV. ELI JENKINS

to die of drink and agriculture.

SECOND VOICE

Farmer Watkins in Salt Lake Farm hates his cattle on the
hill as he ho's them in to milking.

        UTAH WATKINS (In a fury)

Damn you, you damned dairies!

        SECOND VOICE

A cow kisses him.

        UTAH WATKINS

Bite her to death!

        SECOND VOICE

he shouts to his deaf dog who smiles and licks his hands.

UTAH WATKINS

Gore him, sit on him, Daisy!

        SECOND VOICE

he bawls to the cow who barbed him with her tongue, and
she moos gentle words as he raves and dances among his
summerbreathed slaves walking delicately to the farm. The
coming of the end of the Spring day is already reflected
in the lakes of their great eyes. Bessie Bighead greets
them by the names she gave them when they were maidens.

        BESSIE BIGHEAD

Peg, Meg, Buttercup, Moll,
Fan from the Castle,
Theodosia and Daisy.

        SECOND VOICE

They bow their heads.

        FIRST VOICE

Look up Bessie Bighead in the White Book of Llaregyb and
you will find the few haggard rags and the one poor
glittering thread of her history laid out in pages there
with as much love and care as the lock of hair of a first
lost love. Conceived in Milk Wood, born in a barn, wrapped
in paper, left on a doorstep, bigheaded and bass-voiced
she grew in the dark until long-dead Gomer Owen kissed her
when she wasn't looking because he was dared. Now in the
light she'll work, sing, milk, say the cows' sweet names
and sleep until the night sucks out her soul and spits it
into the sky. In her life-long low light, holily Bessie
milks the fond lake-eyed cows as dusk showers slowly down
over byre, sea and town.

Utah Watkins curses through the farmyard on a carthorse.

        UTAH WATKINS

Gallop, you bleeding cripple!

        FIRST VOICE

and the huge horse neighs softly as though he had given it
a lump of sugar.

Now the town is disk. Each cobble, donkey, goose and
gooseberry street is a thoroughfare of dusk; and dusk and
ceremonial dust, and- night's first darkening snow, and
the sleep of birds, drift under and through the live dusk
of this place of love. Llaregyb is the capital of dusk.

Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard, at the first drop of the
dusk-shower, seals all her sea-view doors, draws the
germ-free blinds, sits, erect as a dry dream on a
high-backed hygienic chair and wills herself to cold,
quick sleep. At once, at twice, Mr Ogmore and Mr
Pritchard, who all dead day long have been gossiping like
ghosts in the woodshed, planning the loveless destruction
of their glass widow, reluctantly sigh and sidle into her
clean house.

        MR PRITCHARD You first, Mr Ogmore.

        MR OGMORE

After you, Mr Pritchard.

        MR PRITCHARD

No, no, Mr Ogmore. You widowed her first.

        FIRST VOICE

And in through the keyhole, with tears where their eyes
once were, they ooze and grumble.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

Husbands,

        FIRST VOICE

she says in her sleep. There is acid love in her voice for
one of the two shambling phantoms. Mr Ogmore hopes that it
is not for him. So does Mr Pritchard.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

I love you both.

        MR OGMORE (With terror)

Oh, Mrs Ogmore.

        MR PRITCHARD (With horror)

Oh, Mrs Pritchard.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD

Soon it will be time to go to bed. Tell me your tasks in
order.

        MR OGMORE AND MR PRITCHARD

We must take our pyjamas from the drawer marked pyjamas.

        MRS OGMORE-PRITCHARD (Coldly)

And then you must take them off.

        SECOND VOICE

Down in the dusking town, Mae Rose Cottage, still lying in
clover, listens to the nannygoats chew, draws circles of
lipstick round her nipples.

        MAE ROSE COTTAGE

I'm fast. I'm a bad lot. God will strike me dead. I'm
seventeen. I'll go to hell,

        SECOND VOICE

she tells the goats.

        MAE ROSE COTTAGE

You just wait. I'll sin till I blow up!

        SECOND VOICE

She lies deep, waiting for the worst to happen; the goats
champ and sneer.

        FIRST VOICE

And at the doorway of Bethesda House, the Reverend Jenkins
recites to Llaregyb Hill his sunset poem.

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,
O please to keep Thy lovely eye
On all poor creatures born to die

And every evening at sun-down
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I'm sure is always touch-and-go.

We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first
To see our best side, not our worst.

O let us see another day!
Bless us all this night, I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say, good-bye--but just for now!

        FIRST VOICE

Jack Black prepares once more to meet his Satan in the
Wood. He grinds his night-teeth, closes his eyes, climbs
into his religious trousers, their flies sewn up with
cobbler's thread, and pads out, torched and bibled,
grimly, joyfully, into the already sinning dusk.

        JACK BLACK

Off to Gomorrah!

        SECOND VOICE

And Lily Smalls is up to Nogood Boyo in the wash-house.

        FIRST VOICE

And Cherry Owen, sober as Sunday as he is every day of the
week, goes off happy as Saturday to get drunk as a deacon
as he does every night.

        CHERRY OWEN

I always say she's got two husbands,

        FIRST VOICE

says Cherry Owen,

        CHERRY OWEN

one drunk and one sober.

        FIRST VOICE

And Mrs Cherry simply says

        MRS CHERRY OWEN

And aren't I a lucky woman? Because I love them both.

        SINBAD

Evening, Cherry.

        CHERRY OWEN

Evening, Sinbad.

        SINBAD

What'll you have?

        CHERRY OWEN

Too much.

        SINBAD

The Sailors Arms is always open...

        FIRST VOICE

Sinbad suffers to himself, heartbroken,

        SINBAD

...oh, Gossamer, open yours!

        FIRST VOICE

Dusk is drowned for ever until to-morrow, It is all at
once night now, The windy town is a hill of windows, and
from the larrupped waves the lights of the lamps in the
windows call back the day and the dead that have run away
to sea. All over the calling dark, babies and old men are
bribed and lullabied to sleep.

        FIRST WOMAN'S VOICE

Hushabye, baby, the sandman is coming...

        SECOND WOMAN'S VOICE (Singing)

Rockabye, grandpa, in the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come grandpa, whiskers and all.

        FIRST VOICE

Or their daughters cover up the old unwinking men like
parrots, and in their little dark in the lit and bustling
young kitchen corners, all night long they watch,
beady-eyed, the long night through in case death catches
them asleep.

        SECOND VOICE

Unmarried girls, alone in their privately bridal bedrooms,
powder and curl for the Dance of the World.

                                      [Accordion music: dim

They make, in front of their looking-glasses, haughty or
come-hithering faces for the young men in the street
outside, at the lamplit leaning corners, who wait in the
all-at-once wind to wolve and whistle.

                 [Accordion music louder, then fading under

        FIRST VOICE

The drinkers in the Sailors Arms drink to the failure of
the dance.

        A DRINKER

Down with the waltzing and the skipping.

        CHERRY OWEN

Dancing isn't natural,

        FIRST VOICE

righteously says Cherry Owen who has just downed seventeen
pints of flat, warm, thin, Welsh, bitter beer.

        SECOND VOICE

A farmer's lantern glimmers, a spark on Llaregyb hillside.

                        [Accordion music fades into silence

        VOICE FIRST

Llaregyb Hill, writes the Reverend Jenkins in his poem-room,

        REV. ELI JENKINS

Llaregyb Hill, that mystic tumulus, the memorial of
peoples that dwelt in the region of Llaregyb before the
Celts left the Land of Summer and where the old wizards
made themselves a wife out of flowers.

        SECOND VOICE

Mr Waldo, in his corner of the Sailors Arms, sings:

        MR WALDO

In Pembroke City when I was young
I lived by the Castle Keep
Sixpence a week was my wages
For working for the chimbley-sweep.
Six cold pennies he
gave me Not a farthing more or less
And all the fare I could afford
Was parsnip gin and watercress.
I did not need a knife and fork
Or a bib up to my chin
To dine on a dish of watercress
And a jug of parsnip gin.
Did you ever hear a growing boy
To live so cruel cheap
On grub that has no flesh and bones
And liquor that makes you weep?
Sweep sweep chimbley sweep,
I wept through Pembroke City
Poor and barefoot in the snow
Till a kind young woman took pity.
Poor little chimbley sweep she said
Black as the ace of spades
O nobody's swept my chimbley
Since my husband went his ways
Come and sweep my chimbley
Come and sweep my chimbley
She sighed to me with a blush
Come and sweep my chimbley
Come and sweep my chimbley
Bring along your chimbley brush!

        FIRST VOICE

Blind Captain Cat climbs into his bunk. Like a cat, he
sees in the dark. Through the voyages of his tears he
sails to see the dead.

        CAPTAIN CAT

Dancing Williams!

        FIRST DROWNED

Still dancing.

        CAPTAIN CAT

Jonah Jarvis

        THIRD DROWNED

Still.

        FIRST DROWNED

Curly Bevan's skull.

        ROSIE PROBERT

Rosie, with God. She has forgotten dying.

        FIRST VOICE

The dead come out in their Sunday best.

        SECOND VOICE

Listen to the night breaking.

        FIRST VOICE

Organ Morgan goes to chapel to play the organ. He sees
Bach lying on a tombstone.

        ORGAN MORGAN

Johann Sebastian!

        CHERRY OWEN (Drunkenly)

Who?

        ORGAN MORGAN

Johann Sebastian mighty Bach. Oh, Bach fach

        CHERRY OWEN

To hell with you,

        FIRST VOICE

says Cherry Owen who is resting on the tombstone on his
way home.

Mr Mog Edwards and Miss Myfanwy Price happily apart from
one another at the top and the sea end of the town write
their everynight letters of love and desire. In the warm
White Book of Llaregyb you will find the little maps of
the islands of their contentment.

        MYFANWY PRICE

Oh, my Mog, I am yours for ever.

        FIRST VOICE

And she looks around with pleasure at her own neat
neverdull room which Mr Mog Edwards will never enter.

        MOG EDWARDS

Come to my arms, Myfanwy.

        FIRST VOICE

And he hugs his lovely money to his own heart.

And Mr Waldo drunk in the dusky wood hugs his lovely Polly
Garter under the eyes and rattling tongues of the
neighbours and the birds, and he does not care. He smacks
his live red lips.

But it is not his name that Polly Garter whispers as she
lies under the oak and loves him back. Six feet deep that
name sings in the cold earth.

POLLY GARTER (Sings)

But I always think as we tumble into bed
Of little Willy Wee who is dead, dead, dead.

        FIRST VOICE

The thin night darkens. A breeze from the creased water
sighs the streets close under Milk waking Wood. The Wood,
whose every tree-foot's cloven in the black glad sight of
the hunters of lovers, that is a God-built garden to Mary
Ann Sailors who knows there is Heaven on earth and the
chosen people of His kind fire in Llaregyb's land, that is
the fairday farmhands' wantoning ignorant chapel of
bridesbeds, and, to the Reverend Eli Jenkins, a greenleaved
sermon on the innocence of men, the suddenly wind-shaken
wood springs awake for the second dark time this one
Spring day.

THE END

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Becoming the Rainbow: Palenque — the Interdimensional Jumping off Place

January 17, 2013

Becoming the Rainbow: Palenque — the Interdimensional Jumping off Place.

Becoming the Rainbow: Palenque — the Interdimensional Jumping off Place

Resonant Moon 7: Red Crystal Skywalker, Kin 233

Your path of cosmic memory reconstruction leads directly to AD 2013. But to draw the correct energy to get you there you must hear the other side of the tape, and catch a flavor of the ride back to 13:20.  —Jose Arguelles/The Arcturus Probe, p. 170

The closing of the cycle was a multidimensional event perceived in many different ways according to a sliding range of perceptions and consciousness within the ONE galactic brain.

As a prophesied point of  planetary initiation, the closing of the cycle signified the climax of the male-dominated historical cycle resulting in a final confrontation and equalization between polar forces, dark/light, male/female, etc. Despite surface appearances the Unification of Consciousness is rapidly spreading. This is part of a vast galactic program.

All stories, mythic dramas, lost worlds and archetypes are now converging as eons of karma are being cleared at an accelerated rate. This 26-year process (1987-2013) began at Harmonic Convergence when the resonant awakening of our planet was accelerated. This awakening was exponentially amplified on Kin 207/4 Ahau 12-21 when we exited a particular galactic information beam.

This 26-year cycle concludes on Galactic Synchronization, 26 July 2013 when the crystalline circuitry is reconnected and the new galactic beam enters. When all the circuits are connected the whole planet “turns on”, activating the Light Body of the Earth which becomes the self-realized noosphere.

On Resonant Moon 1 (January 10) we entered the Seven Mystic Moons – a time of great integration of the new light and plasma saturating our planet.  While some say 12-21 marks the “end of the Mayan calendar”, this is only the beginning of the 13 Moon/28-day calendar (synchronometer), with its chief purpose of establishing a telepathically unified state of consciousness based on love, art and synchronicity resulting in a higher-dimensional paradigm.

What is occurring on the planet now is a final battle of frequencies or time wars — the final battle between light and dark. We are being called to face our shadow head on, shed our third-dimensional conditionings and become the Rainbow. How? Through Love, Art, Play, Humor and Creative Imagination!  These are the magic keys that transcend historic dualism, and transform lower forces into creative light.

The only way to untie the knot of His-story is to merge the two paths of “dark” and “light” into one, beyond projections or blame. We do this by raising our vibration above the linear time frame of cause and effect uniting the opposite forces within until finally we Awaken to the Rainbow Reality of Radial Consciousness! Abracadabra! Shazaam!  Behold the integrated Planetary Human of the New Cycle!

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Speaking of other times and other worlds …

Here I’ll give some third-dimensional background but only to see the interplanetary story behind it. To follow up on the previous blog when I told how on Kin 95 I saw 4 ships in Australia and received a vision to go to Palenque for the Closing of the Cycle. Then on Kin 203–Blue Galactic Night when arriving to the land of Mayan Elder Don Marzo Quetzal another ship appeared. This was precisely 108 days after the initial siting; a confirmation of the  GM108x Galactic Mayan Mind transmission.

Two days later on Kin 205 (19 Dec 2012),  108 people entered the ruins at Palenque. I noted the song playing on our drive to the ruins was “Judas” by Lady Gaga, which tuned me into Maldek, the destroyed planet.

That same day atop the Temple of the Foliated Cross my toe was cut  leaving a trail of blood as I walked down the steps on our way to the tomb of the Red Queen. This felt like an initiation, an interdimensional bleed through accompanied by many deja vus.

I am Red Electric Serpent, sign of Maldek. The cut was on my Serpent toe (big toe on right foot) on the day Red Planetary Serpent (long count kin of Valum Votan) at Nah Chan, House of the Serpent. A Maldekian bleed through?

Planet Maldek, the original Garden of Eden, was shattered due to the projection of a low frequency beam projected by the jealous Jupiterians. The driving out of the garden of Adam and Eve is the dissemination of the lost tribes at the moment of Maldek’s destruction. –The Arcturus Probe

Then on 12-21, Kin 207 – and again on the way to the tomb of the Red Queen, I saw Alexander from Venezuela wearing a Judas Priest Shirt that said Epitaph. I thought it was interesting attire for the closing of the cycle.  Alexander is Kin 146–White Electric Worldbridger–sign of Mars.  (666 reduces to Kin equivalent 146 — a LOL Maldek/Martian joke?)

Perhaps this was the signal of the final sounding of the Lost Chord meant to unfold during the Seven Mystic Moons?

“And when it was remembered again, the intensity of our long aeons of holding the LOST CHORD at the atomic level would release such power that even matter would be transformed.” —Jose Arguelles/The Arcturus Probe

Climax of History, Interplanetary Drama and Lucifer Factor

So let’s rewind and recap the divine interplanetary drama playing out on our planet: 12-21 represented the climax of the 13 baktuns of history (see The Mayan Factor) – the cycle of patriarchal history concluding in a maximal state of chaos before the new cycle begins.

At this stage the force of darkness (as sometimes personified by “Lucifer”, the light-bearing one), reached maximal power which is now rapidly waning during the Seven Mystic Moons.

Lucifer ultimately represents our collective shadow side. He was an archangel highly favored by God until he rebelled, choosing to  serve himself above all. Lucifer represents the first archetype to become “I” and not “we”.

As Lucifer explains in The Arcturus Probe: “As much as I was light, I was ego, the force that maintains power in its separateness. It was the combination of sixth-dimensional light and third-dimensional ego that made my moves so contradictory and my actions easy to misperceive. Since there is neither good nor bad in any absolute sense, the effects of all of my actions have been ultimately creative, furthering the cause of evolution toward the light 

“… Whatever I created, I thought was an emanation of me, so I sought to maintain control over my creation. I ceased to know that I was cosmic in nature, and believed solely in my own nature. Because of this, I became blind to the disharmonic effects of my actions. For a sixth-dimensional entity to behave this way is cosmically disastrous.”

Palenque – Nah Chan – House of Serpent – Replay of Lost Worlds

In Palenque, a ceremony had been planned to unify the Mayan Long Count with the 13 Moons as a microcosm of the unification of all religions, truths and belief systems. This unity did occur  – though on the actual day 12-21 the planned ceremony shapeshifted into another script accompanied by intense rains that washed away illusions and preconceived notions about how things should be.

Click here to listen to evening talk on 12-21.

The scenes playing out on our planet are no different than the scenes playing out within us. We are all responsible for the co-creation of our perceived reality. In the old cycle, we fought and condemned the perceived “darkness” (hence all the wars and fanaticism).

But in the New Cycle we know that blame or condemnation get us nowhere but into a samsaric cycle. To transcend the cycle we embrace the darkness and face it directly with no fear. Love is always the answer. LOVE NEVER FAILS. Love the darkness and it turns to light.

In the Book of Revelation the devil fights against God’s people only because they resist him. From the Galactic Mayan perspective, the key to overcoming perceived evil is to transcend duality altogether and enter into radial consciousness. Madame Blavatsky states “resist not evil for in resisting evil we create greater evils…”

The Quran states that Iblis (another name for Satan or Lucifer) is allowed to run its course only until the day of resurrection… according to the Galactic Mayan script, July 26, 2013 marks Galactic Synchronization when the opportunity is afforded for Planetary Resurrection.

You must understand, our plan was not, nor ever has been, to destroy Lucifer, but to learn from him and merge him into our ways. After all, a sixth-dimensional entity is a rare phenomenon, and if this entity represents the future’s restlessness coming to us, then for the sake of our own evolution we had to learn how to create communion with him. However many aeons and planet systems it would take, this was our commitment: communion with Lucifer.

–The Arcturians in The Arcturus Probe,  p. 113


Interplanetary Time Wars

What is the ultimate goal of Lucifer in the Interplanetary Drama?  He wishes to become a rival star maker, according to The Arcturus Probe.

“Lucifer seeks to render Kinich Ahau [our Sun] ineffective as a star, and be in a position to become at last a star maker and star master in his own right. To consolidate his hold, the next twist in the divisive cunning of Lucifer was to ally with the male power and overwhelm the female power. In this combative divisiveness, the final splitting of forces throughout the Kinich Ahau system would be complete and Lucifer would become the undisputed star master of V.24.”

This drama is what began the “time wars” that are now reaching a climax on our planet. These time wars originate on Jupiter and Saturn in this galaxy. This created the misuse of life-force to create death fear that was reinforced on our planet through the creation of “artificial time”. The artificial time web enslaves the consciousness of the masses into an extra low frequency wave making it virtually impossible to access other dimensions.

This artificial time frequency is based on the ratio 12:60 rather than 13:20 natural time. The 12:60 timing frequency has as its aim the weakening of the human resonant field with the Earth.

Unknown-2The angel with the fiery sword standing guard at the garden gate is the keeper of galactic memory. Who dares to break enslavement and bondage to the third-dimensional world of the 12:60 time beam may easily take the fiery sword from the angel and cut the knot of amnesia which is interdimensional ignorance. —Jose Arguelles/The Arcturus Probe

The Seven Mystic Moons invite us to transcend duality. To change darkness into light. It is also the time of the great frequency shift and synthesis of all of history in preparation for the New Galactic Beam phasing in at Galactic Synchronization. Our main duty is to unify as one body of Love in attunement to the resonance of the planet. This is the way of the New Cycle of the Noosphere.

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Special thanks and infinite gratitude to Valum Votan/Jose Arguelles/Closer of the Cycle– Kin 11: Blue Spectral Monkey. Thank you for teaching me not only synchronic codes of time but for embracing me in unconditional love to be extended to all of humanity and on behalf of all sentient beings…Love you forever…

Kin 207–4 Ahau–12-21-2012– Palenque. Photos and video by Sarah Bronson/Yellow Spectral Seed.  Music: Peace Invocation by Darpan: Only Love

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The Rainbow Bridge Experiment continues …

Realization of Noosphere is the Overcoming of Duality.

Overcoming duality creates a field of telepathic resonance.

A field of telepathic resonance unveils the (already existing) Circumpolar Rainbow Bridge.

This experiment continues through the 7 Mystic Moons to Galactic Synchronization.

The Mystery of the Gulf of Aden

January 17, 2013

In 2008 a set of mysterious and long-forgotten caves was rediscovered by a British exploration team consisted of Andrew Collins, Sue Collins, and Nigel Skinner-Simpson with the help of engineer Rodney Hale. The caves were found through solid background research and precise calculations based on stellar alignments and a forgotten archaeological diary made by the British diplomat Henry Salt in 1817. After the discovery was officially reported to Dr. Zahi Hawass, Hawass denied that the caves existed but soon took a film crew into the cave system for a reality TV show.

In this intriguing documentary, interviews with all of the team members are interspersed with recreations of Henry Salt and actual film and photos of the cave system under the Giza pyramid complex and its initial rediscovery.

We all know by now that the Gulf of Aden has also been under scientific scrutiny for years because of the proven magnetic anomaly that was discovered there. The Gulf of Aden was one of the first places where a reversely magnetized sea floor was recognized. The questions wave on, why nations send warships from all around the world to the Gulf of Aden? It is NOT because of the so called piracy problem let me tell you that! Just do the math.. Do you really believe that they are they sending extremely expensive warships and soldiers and equipment to save cargo (that is less worth) from pirates? Or is it because of the magnetic anomaly occurring? Are there underground bases built deep into the sea? Why all of this attention in Yemen? Is it UFO contact from another universe coming through the Stargate to help us save this abused world we live in? What do you think about this vortex that spins in the sea? You be the judge…

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Could this be a picture of a STARGATE, that’s opening in the Sea at the gulf of Aden? Just off the Coast of YEMEN. Look at the swirl pattern just like a portal in the sky..I believe that an intergalactic vortex to another world obviously can’t be ruled out as a possibility at least!

Project Camelot:

This is the second interview with the team from Giza Geomatrix. We cover what Bill Brown and his team have found using Ground Penetrating Radar…within the Khufu Temple complex that extends from the Giza Plateau and beyond, revealing a hidden technology. In this ground breaking interview the team talks about the cover-up and nefarious digs as well as a mysterious force field that is keeping even the powers-that-be from getting close to what may be the entrance to the Hall of Records. According to their findings, a tunnel system exists below that goes from there to the Great Pyramid and all the way to Saqqarra.

Edgar Cayce stated the following:

“A record of Atlantis from the beginning of those periods when the Spirit took form, or began the encasements in that land; and the developments of the people throughout their sojourn; together with the record of the first destruction, and the changes that took place in the land; with the record of the sojourning of the people and their varied activities in other lands, and a record of the meetings of all the nations or lands, for the activities in the destruction of Atlantis; and the building of the pyramid of initiation, together with whom, what, and where the opening of the records would come, that are as copies from the sunken Atlantis. For with the change, it [Atlantis] must rise again. In position, this lies — as the sun rises from the waters — as the line of the shadows (or light) falls between the paws of the Sphinx; that was set later as the sentinel or guard and which may not be entered from the connecting chambers from the Sphinx’s right paw until the time has been fulfilled when the changes must be active in this sphere of man’s experience. Then [it lies] between the Sphinx and the river”. [378-16; Oct 29, 1933]

Richard Gabriel and Bill Brown also talk about what they believe they have discovered as an Earth Protection System that connects important power places around the planet. They believe this can be activated to create a force field that will protect the Earth from coming Earth changes and Solar Cycle 24. More:

So I think there must be a connection between these two occurrences. There could be a massive structure under Aden, remember what Herodotus spoken about?

Underground Structures at Giza by Ray Alex

That massive complex particularly impressed Herodotus and he spoke in awe of the structure:

There I saw twelve palaces regularly disposed, which had communication with each other, interspersed with terraces and arranged around twelve halls. It is hard to believe they are the work of man, The walls are covered with carved figures, and each court is exquisitely built of white marble and surrounded by a colonnade. Near the corner where the labyrinth ends, there is a pyramid, two hundred and forty feet in height, with great carved figures of animals on it and an underground passage by which it can be entered. I was told very credibly that underground chambers and passages connected this pyramid with the pyramids at Memphis.

Looks like many of the Stargate phenomena is always connected to water. The many water shaft and chamber are also discussed in a detailed examination. And appears in Ian Lawton and Chris Ogilvie-Herald’s Giza: The Truth, published in the UK.

The-Sun’s magnetic field is changing

Also the magnetic polaritys of the sun have gone through a significant shift, and scientists are indicating this could soon happen on earth as well. The earth’s magnetic fields hold our collective thoughts, feelings, and consciousness. Could the shifting of the magnetic fields perhaps be mirroring the revolution of human consciousness that we are currently experiencing? Could it also perhaps have to do with our entry into a region of space known as the “photon band”, which has in previous cycles indicated quantum shifts in planetary evolution?

Another thing that Ive been thinking about is the fact that the most efficient shape to produce a focused electric field in order to create an ionized beam that would be used as not just an antenna but as a conductor to the ionosphere, is that of the pyramid. A conical shape would also work but when building a large structure out of available materials then the pyramid shape wins out. Not just any pyramid shape but one that has the exact shape as the great pyramid at Giza.

Electric Pyramid

The pyramid really meets the requirements of both electrical field focusing and that of a coil form for a large Tesla type coil. When activated, it could not only produce an ionized beam off its top thereby creating a very tall antenna but would in total create a fairly efficient transmitting device. All you would need is enough locally continuously generated power to make it work. So whats my conclusion with all these theories? Well Stargates obviously have a connection with water. Which is found among other suspicious places in the gulf of Aden. the Pyramids in Giza have underground constructions and water. They both are connected by electromagnetic fields. And think of the fact that water molecules are polar, so they will also be affected by a very strong magnet. The gulf of Aden carries an axial magnetic anomaly and increased magnetic fields everywhere, and it is proven that the Giza pyramids also has the same properties. Could all these characteristics and  all these components be related, to get the Stargates functioning?  More:

 

Edgar Cayce on Human Origins

January 15, 2013

Edgar Cayce on Human Origins

Edgar Cayce revealed an amazing amount of psychic medical and scientific information , much of which was verified to be true to the amazement of doctors and scientists. Cayce discovered at a young age that he could go into hypnosis and travel to other realms to obtain psychic information on any subject. He claimed that anyone could do what he did with the proper training and attunement. He would go into a hypnotic trance that would induce a near-death experience. During his near-death experiences he was able to tap into a virtually unlimited amount of information which he referred to as the “Universal Mind“. He was able to reveal previously unknown information on a wide range of subjects such as: astrology, the afterlife, religion, the future, consciousness, and human origins, just to name a few. The following information on human origins was revealed to Cayce during his excursions while out of the body and as told in Thomas Sugrue’s book, There is a River. Because of the archaic language used in Cayce’s description, I have paraphrased it slightly, without losing any of original meaning, to make it easier to read.


People usually demand a beginning, so in the beginning there was a sea of spirit and it filled all of space. The spirit was static, content, and aware of itself. It was a giant resting on the bosom of its thought and contemplating what it is.

Then the spirit moved into action. It withdrew into itself until all of space was empty. In the center, the restless mind of the spirit shone. This was the beginning of the individuality of the spirit. This was what the spirit discovered itself to be when it awakened. This spirit was God.

God desired self-expression and desired companionship; therefore, God projected the cosmos and souls. The cosmos was built with music, arithmetic, geometry, harmony, system, and balance. The building blocks were all of the same material – the life essence. It was the power of God that changed the length of its wave and the rate of its vibration which created the patterns for multitudes of forms. This action resulted in the law of diversity which supplied endless patterns. God played on this law of diversity as a pianist plays on a piano – producing melodies and arranging them in a symphony.

Each design carried within it the plan for its evolution. This plan corresponds to the sound of a note struck on a piano. The sounds of several notes unite to make a chord; chords in turn become phrases; phrases become melodies; melodies intermingle and move back and forth, across and between and around each other, to make a symphony. Then in the end, the music will stop and the physical universe will be no more; but between the beginning and the finish of the music there was glorious beauty and a glorious experience. The spiritual universe will continue.

Everything assumed its design in various forms and their activity resulted in the law of attraction and repulsion. All forms would attract and repel each other in their evolutionary dance.

All things are a part of God and an expression of God’s thought. The Mind of God was the force which propelled and perpetuated these thoughts. All minds, as thoughts of God, do everything God imagined. Everything that came into being is an aspect of the One Mind.

The souls of individuals were created for companionship with God (the Whole). The pattern that God used to create souls was the pattern of God’s own Spirit. The spirit is life. From the spirit, the mind builds patterns. From the mind, the physical creation is the result. This is how the spirit, the mind, and individuality, became the pattern for souls. This is how cause, action, and effect became the pattern for everything. First there was the spirit (the first cause); then there was the action which withdrew spirit into itself; then there was the resulting individuality of God.

The spirit of the individual existed before their soul was created. The spirit keeps the knowledge of its identity with God. The soul has the ability to experience the activities of the mind in a manner separate from God.

Thus, new individuals issued from God and remained dependent upon God; but individuals were also aware of an existence apart from God. Individuals were given the power to choose and direct their own activity. Without free will, it would only remain a part of the individuality of God. The mind, issuing as a force from God, would naturally fulfill God’s thoughts, unless directed otherwise. The power to do this – to direct the force of mind individually from God – is free will. And the record or memory of this freedom is the soul. The soul began with its first expression of free will  through the force of mind. The first thought that the spirit generated of free will (i.e., the first diversion of the force of mind from its normal path of unity with God) was the beginning of the soul.

The nucleus of the soul was the balance of positive and negative forces that are equal in power. These forces produce harmonious activities: the positive initiating, impregnating, and thrusting forward; the negative receiving, nourishing, and ejecting. The steps of this evolutionary process are also the stages of the thought process: perception, reflection, and opinion.

Thus, the soul consists of two states of consciousness: (1) the spirit which bears a knowledge of its identity with God, and (2) the soul which bears a knowledge of everything it experienced.

The plan for the soul is a cycle of experience that is unlimited in scope and duration. Through this evolutionary cycle, the soul will come to know the creation in all its aspects at the discretion of the will. The cycle would be completed when the desire of the will was no longer different from the thought of God. The consciousness of the soul would then merge with its spiritual consciousness of its identity with God. Then the soul will return to its source as the companion it was intended to be.

As a companion, the soul would remain conscious of its separate individuality and would be aware of its own free will as it now acted as a part of God, but not diverting its mind because it was in agreement with God’s influence on the mind of the soul. Until this state of at-one-ment was reached, the soul would not be a companion in the true sense of the word.

The idea that returning to God means a loss of individuality is paradoxical, since God is aware of everything that happens and must therefore be aware of the consciousness of each individual. The return of the soul is the return of the image to that which imagined it. The consciousness of the individual – its soul record – could not be destroyed without destroying a part of God. When a soul returns to God it becomes aware of itself not only as a part of God, but as a part of every other soul, and everything.

What is lost is the ego – the desire to do other than the desire of God. When the soul returns to God, the ego is voluntarily relinquished. This is the symbology behind the crucifixion of Christ.

The plan for the soul included experiencing of all creation, but it did not necessarily mean participating in all forms and substance. Nor did it mean that souls can interfere with the creation. Nor did it mean that souls are to spin their own little worlds, twisting and bending laws to make images of their dreams.

But these things could happen. The soul was the greatest thing that God made because it has free will. Once free will was given, God did nothing to curb it. However it acted, it had to act within God’s reality. By whatever route, the soul will return to God.

The fact that the human body is a speck of dust on a small planet in a universe of galaxies can lead to the illusion that humans are a small creation. But the soul is the unlimited activity of the mind and the grandeur of imagination.

At first there was little difference between the consciousness of the new individual (i.e., soul) and its consciousness of identity with God (i.e., spirit). Souls merely watched the flow of the Mind, somewhat as people daydreaming, marveling at its power and versatility. Then souls began to act itself, imitating and paralleling what Mind was doing. Gradually souls acquired experience, becoming a complementary rather than an imitative force. It helped to extend, modify, and regulate creation.

Certain souls became aggressive with their own power and began to experiment with it. They mingled with the dust of the stars and the winds of the spheres – feeling them – and becoming part of them. One result of this was an unbalance between the positive and negative forces. To feel things demanded the negative force. To express through things (and directing and managing them) required the positive force. Another result of souls becoming aggressive with their own power was the gradual weakening of the link between the two states of consciousness (i.e., spirit and the soul). Some souls became more concerned with and aware of their own creations rather than God’s. This resulted in the fall of certain souls to an even lower consciousness. The Bible allegorically refers to this event as the Fall in the Garden of Eden and the revolt of the angels in the Book of Revelation. This event is also the basis for the cosmology of Christian Gnosticism and Jewish mysticism.

To enter into another level of creation and become part of it, the soul had to assume a new, or third consciousness – a physical form. Assuming a physical form is a way of experiencing that level of creation by means of a conscious mind (i.e., the third consciousness). Through the conscious mind, an individual can experience physical consciousness: the physical body, the five senses, the glandular and nervous systems. This transformation of consciousness does not apply everywhere at this level of creation. In other worlds and solar systems, the transformation may differ. One can only imagine the number of these other worlds and the aspects of divine mind which they represent.

When a soul enters into another level of creation and its consciousness, it separated itself temporarily from the consciousness of its own soul, and became even further removed from the consciousness of its spirit. Thus, instead of helping to direct the flow of creation and contributing to it, the soul found itself in the stream and drifting along with it. The farther the soul traveled from the shore, the more it succumbed to the pull of the current and the more difficult was the task of getting back to land.

Planets and solar systems became a temptation to souls. Each solar system had its own course and its own plan. Souls moved toward them through the activity of a constant stream of mind. When a soul leaped into the stream (by immersing itself in the system through which the stream was flowing) it had the force of the current to contend with, and its free will was hampered. It was very easy, under these circumstances, to drift with the current.

Each solar system also represents an opportunity for development, advancement, and growth toward the ideal of complete companionship with God – the position of co-creator in the vast system of universal mind.

Our solar system also attracted souls. Since each solar system is a single expression of the divine, with its planets as integral parts, the Earth came into the path of souls.

Each solar system in the universe is like an atom in a universe of worlds. Atoms have quantum levels for electrons to travel around. The sun has “quantum levels” for planets to travel around. The planets of our solar system are physical representations of heavenly dimensions. These levels as a whole are the consciousness of our solar system. There are nine planetary/heavenly dimensions to the consciousness of our solar system. The planet Earth represents the third dimension. Earth represents three-dimensional life in our solar system.

The Earth is an expression of Divine Mind with its own laws, its own plan, and its own evolution. Souls, longing to feel the beauty of the seas, the winds, the forest, and the flowers, mixed with them and expressed themselves through them. They also mingled with the animals, and made thought forms in imitation of them. Souls played at creating and imitated God. But this interfered with the evolutionary plan of the Earth. Thus, the stream of mind that was carrying out this plan for the Earth gradually drew souls into its current. Souls had to evolve into the bodies they had themselves created.

This entanglement of souls into physical form was a probability from the beginning. But God did not know when it would happen until the souls, of their own free will, had caused it to happen.

All souls that exist were created by God in the very beginning. None has been made since. This means all souls on this planet, pre-existed before birth. Of the souls which God created, only a comparative few have entered into the experience of our solar system. Many other souls have gone through or are going through a similar entanglement in other solar systems in the universe.

A way to liberate the souls that were entangled in matter was created. A physical form became available as a vehicle for the soul on Earth. A way became available for souls to enter the Earth and experience it as part of their evolutionary/reincarnation cycle. Of the physical forms already existing on Earth, a species of anthropoid ape most nearly approached the necessary pattern. Souls descended on these apes – hovering above and about them rather than inhabiting them – and influenced them to move toward a different goal from the simple one they had been pursuing. They came down out of the trees, built fires, made tools, lived in communities, and began to communicate with each other. Eventually they lost their animal look, shed bodily hair, and took on refinements of manner and habit.

The evolution of the human body occurred partly through the soul’s influence on the endocrine glands until the ape-man was a three-dimensional objectification of the soul that hovered above it. Then the soul fully descended into the body and Earth had a new inhabitant: the homo sapien.

Homo sapiens appeared in five different places on Earth at the same time, as the five races. This evolved human is what the Bible refers to as “Adam”. When souls incarnated into physical form, it would bring the divine consciousness (i.e., the spirit) in with it. Cayce referred to this divine consciousness as the “Christ Consciousness” or “Buddhahood” or the “superconsciousness”. Christ consciousness has little to do with the personality known as Jesus. It means that a person has attained a complete human-divine unity. This human-divine unity has been attained by many people thus far – one such person was Jesus.

The problem for the soul entangled in flesh was to overcome the attractions of the Earth to the extent that the soul would be as free in the body as out of it. Only when the body was no longer a hindrance to the free express of the soul would the cycle of Earth be finished. This is the condition of having a perfect unity of the human with the divine.

In a smaller field, this was the evolutionary drama of free will and creation. In a still smaller field, each atom of the physical body is a world in itself where a drama of free will and creation is occurring. The soul brings life into each atom, and each atom is a physical reflection of the soul’s pattern.

With the advent of consciousness, humans became aware that sex meant something more to them than to the animals. Sex is the “door” which new souls enter the Earth, a door unnecessary in other heavenly planetary/realms. Sex is the only means which trapped souls have of being liberated from their predicament – through the cycle of birth, death and rebirth.

The plan for the Earth cycle of souls was a limited series of incarnations with periods in between of dwelling in other heavenly dimensions of consciousness. Reincarnation would continue until a soul’s every thought and action of the physical body was in accord with the plan originally laid out for the soul (i.e., a human-divine unity, Christ consciousness). When the body was no longer a hindrance to the free expression of the soul – when the conscious mind had merged with the subconscious, the Earth cycle was finished and the soul liberated to move on to new adventures. This conquest of the physical body could not be attained until there was perfection in the other dimensions of consciousness that is a physical representation of our solar system. Astrologically, the goal for the soul is to attain a level of consciousness that represents the total expression of the sun and its planets. Whichever level of consciousness that the soul assumes, it becomes the focal point of activity. The other states of consciousness receded to the position of urges and influences.

The human race was fostered by a soul who had completed his experience of creation, attained Christhood, returned to God, and became a companion to God and a co-creator. This is the soul known as Jesus. The first evolutionary transformation of ape-men to homo sapiens is who the Bible refers to as “Adam”. This was the beginning of the divine consciousness into flesh on the Earth. The soul known as Jesus, was one of the first souls to enter into one of the Adamic races.

The soul of Jesus was interested in the plight of its fellow souls trapped in Earth. After supervising the influx of souls into flesh, the Christ soul took form itself, from time to time, to act as a leader for the people.

At first, these souls just slightly inhabited the bodies of ape-men while remembering their true identities as spirit beings. But gradually, after many incarnations, these souls descended even further into physical consciousness and the result was a decrease in their spiritual mentality. They remembered their true selves only in dreams and in fables that were handed down from one generation to another. Religion came into being as a ritual of longing for lost spirit memories. The arts were born which included music and geometry. This knowledge was brought into the world from incoming souls who gradually forgot their heavenly source. This knowledge had to be written down, learned, and taught to each new generation.

Finally, humans were left with a conscious mind that was separated from their own individuality as souls. This individual identity as a soul became the subconscious mind. The individual identity or awareness of the physical world became the conscious mind. The subconscious mind (i.e., the soul) influenced the conscious mind and gave it its stature and quality. The subconscious mind dwelt in the “suit of clothes” that is the physical body and only in sleep is it disrobed.

Conscious minds, left to its own influence, will work out the plans and desires of God. Humans eventually developed theories for what they felt was true, but no longer knew to be true. The result was the creation of philosophy and theology. Humans searched and discovered higher knowledge which they carried within themselves but could no longer reach with the conscious mind. This resulted in the creation of science.

Humans evolved from having an awareness of higher spirit knowledge to having only mystical dreams, revealed religions, philosophy and theology. This evolution of consciousness ultimately reached a plateau and humans generally only believed what they could see and feel and prove in terms of their conscious minds. Then humanity began the struggle of regaining this higher knowledge.

Meanwhile, the Christ soul continued to teach and lead humanity by incarnating as the Biblical characters named AdamEnoch, and Melchizedek. Enoch and Melchizedek experienced neither birth nor death. Then Christ soul realized after these incarnations that it was necessary to give humanity a pattern by which they could follow in order to return to God. The Christ soul achieved this goal by incarnating as the personality known as Jesus, who became victorious over the death of the physical body by laying aside the ego, accepting the crucifixion of the body in order to return to God. Jesus created a pattern for humans to follow. Through the acts of leading a perfect life and becoming unjustly killed, this reversed the negative karma (i.e., the law of God, an eye for an eye) which came from Jesus’ first incarnation as Adam.

At present, humanity is in a state of great spiritual darkness – the darkness which precedes dawn. Humanity developed a level of skepticism that reached a point where it forced humans to make conclusions that they knew was intuitively wrong. At the same time, humanity continued their investigation of natural phenomena to the point where conscious awareness disproved all the higher knowledge that souls had in the beginning. The free will of humanity is discovering that all roads to higher knowledge is leading toward the same destination and conclusions. Scientific, theological, and philosophical knowledge, which has no desire to join forces, are approaching a point of merger. Skepticism faces destruction by its own hand.

Humanity is at all times the total of what they have been and done, what they have fought and defended, and what they have hated and loved. In the three-dimensional consciousness of every human, in every atom of the human body, is a reflection of the soul and a crystallization of their individuality. Their emotional and nervous structures, their mental abilities, aptitudes, aversions, preferences, fears, follies, ambitions, and character, are the sum of what humans have done with their free will. This makes every personality, as the earthly “cloak” of an individuality, is different from every other personality.

The law of karma, which is Earth’s law of cause and effect (“of reaping what one sows”) also makes humans different from one another in their joys and sorrows, in their handicaps, their strengths, their weaknesses, their virtues and vices, their appreciation of beauty, and their comprehension of truth. Transgressions that humans make in life must be corrected in life, if not in the same life, then in a future incarnation. The Earth’s natural law, not the law humanity or God, demands an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

This same law applies to groups of people, as they act together. There is karma for families, for tribes, for races, and for nations. For example, when a nation of individuals started a war in a previous life and are reincarnated, a war will be committed upon that nation. Only when such a nation is defeated in humility by a nation with justice and mercy, will the karma of war be lifted from the defeated nation.

Every person’s life is shaped to some extent by karma: their own, their associates, their loved ones, their nation, their race, and the entire world itself. But karma is not greater than free will. It is what a person does with these influences and urges, how they react to them, which makes the difference in their soul development. Because of karma, some things are more probable than others, but as long as there exists free will, anything is possible.

Thus free will and predestination coexist within human beings. Their past experiences limit them in probability and incline them in certain directions, but free will can always “draw the sword from the stone.” The combination of free will and predestination means that humans freely choose their own predetermined destiny to return to God.

No soul incarnates without having a general plan for the life to be experienced. The personality that a person expresses in life is only one of the many personalities (i.e., facets of the soul) that a person could express. The mission of every soul is to work on one or several facets of the soul’s karma (which can be thought of as the soul’s memory of its prior actions). A soul does not choose a mission that is more than it can handle or that is too much for the personality assigned to or chosen by the soul. Some souls can freely choose their own conditions in which to be born and complete their missions. Other souls who have made too many mistakes in past lives and who have become dangerously influenced by worldly desires, are incarnated into conditions chosen by law of karma at a time and under circumstances that are best suited to help them with their karmic debt. Their mission is seldom perfectly fulfilled because of the such a soul’s large amount of negative karma. Their mission is sometimes badly neglected.

The circumstances and conditions that a soul chooses to incarnate into is usually made at conception, when a channel for a soul’s expression is opened by the parents. When this occurs, a pattern is made by the mingling of the soul patterns of the parents. This sets up certain karmic conditions. A soul whose own karma approximates these karmic conditions will be attracted to the opportunity presented. Since the karmic pattern created by the parents will not be exactly the same the incarnating soul’s own karma, the soul must take on some of the karma of the parents.

Conditions other than the created pattern are conditions that the soul must consider when choosing a body to be born with. Such conditions include: the future of the incarnated person’s life, former associations with the parents, the incarnation of souls that it wishes to incarnate with, live with, and with whom the soul will have problems to work out with. In some cases the parents are the only reason for a some souls to incarnate. Such a child will be devoted to them and remain close to them. The child then completes its mission by dying so that the child’s death can teach the parents very valuable lessons in life and of spirit. In other cases, the parents are only used as a means for which the child can leave home and go about its business in completing its mission.

The soul may actually occupy a fetus as early as three months after conception or even as late as a month after birth. In the latter case, the soul hovers over the infants body since birth to decide whether or not to occupy it. Once the decision is made and the occupation completed, the separation between the conscious mind (i.e., personality) and subconscious mind (i.e., the soul) takes place and the soul record (i.e., memory) of the child begins. The fact that some babies are miscarried does not mean that it was refused as a vehicle for a soul. Just the opposite is true. The opportunity to incarnate was taken away from the soul due to natural forces and this made the occupation of that body impossible.

The personality is a facet of the soul’s individuality experienced in three-dimensional consciousness (i.e., body, soul, spirit). The other facets of the soul remains in shadow – in the background. It gives tone to the personality through its urges, appreciations, tastes, avocations, and intuition.

A particular personality of an individual is shaped by three or four incarnations. The emotions and talents of a person reflects these past incarnations. A person’s dreams, visions, and meditations are reflections of the soul’s experience in other dimensions (i.e., heavenly realms) of consciousness associated physically by our solar system. The human intellect was created from the stars and planets. The intellect is the mind force of the soul which is conditioned by its previous incarnations on Earth and its experiences in other dimensions and even in other solar systems. The intellect becomes dimmed or brightened by its recent experiences within the three-dimensional consciousness of the solar system and the experiences within other dimensional realms of consciousness.

Thus, a personality is only a facet of the soul. The soul may incarnate as any facet to express that portion of itself. As a soul approaches its completion of the solar cycle of consciousness, the personality becomes more multi-sided and expresses greater facets of the soul. This is because each incarnation “burns off” negative karma which requires less and less attention. Finally, the personality will become a complete expression of the soul and the cycle of reincarnation is finished for the soul.

As the soul succumbs to worldly desires by abandoning its intellect for sensuality, it becomes more and more one-sided.

When the individual has attained complete human-divine unity, its cycle of reincarnations is finished, the soul is liberated, and the soul then merges with its spirit and, therefore, with God. The soul record (memory) is forever retained. This record is, at all times, is the sum total of what the soul personality has been: all it has thought, all it has experienced; all it has eaten, drunk, and felt through the ages.

Thus, as the soul is subjected to reincarnation, both the atheist and the religionist are correct. The atheist believes the personality does not survive after death. The religionist believes the soul is judged after death by its Creator. Substituting “personality” for “soul”, both are expressing the truth. The personality is evaluated after death and then returns to the soul which created it, thereby giving up its own independent existence and becoming once again a facet of the soul. This process is different from the process where the soul merges with the spirit after it completes its cycles of reincarnation.

With each incarnation into the physical realm (the solar system) and the other realms of consciousness, the general plan for perfecting the soul proceeds. Another facet of the soul is assumed and incarnated to experience tribulation in order to reinforce the character of the soul’s entire personality.

The trials and tribulations of individuals, groups, nations, and races, are dealt with time and time again through free will until they are solved. Then souls are free to journey to other worlds, or other solar systems, or other universes, or other dimensions of the hierarchy of consciousness.

Quotes from Edgar Cayce

About the Cosmos and Souls

  In the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth. How? The Mind of God moved, and matter, form, came into being.

  Spirit is life. Mind is the builder, and the physical is the result.
  In each atom, in each corpuscle, is life. Life is what you worship as God … and earth is only an atom in the universe of worlds.
  In each atom, in each corpuscle, is life. Life is what you worship as God … and earth is only an atom in the universe of worlds.

  All souls in the beginning were one with the Father. The separation or turning away brought evil.

  For man may separate himself from God – the Spirit – but the spirit does not separate from man.

  All souls were created in the beginning and are finding their way back to whence they came.

  Each soul is destined to become a portion again of the First Cause, or back to its Maker.

  The Father has not willed that any soul should perish, and is thus mindful that each soul has again, and yet again, the opportunity for making its paths straight.

  Life is, in all its manifestations in every animate force, Creative Force in action; and is the love of expression – or expressing that life; truth becoming a result of life’s love expressed. For, these are but names – unless experienced in the consciousness of each soul.

  All power, all force, is a manifestation of that which is termed the God-consciousness.

  The coming into the Earth has been and is, for the evolution or evolving of the soul unto its awareness.

  Birth in the physical is death in the spiritual. Death in the physical is the birth in the spiritual.

  Each soul enters with a mission. We all have a mission to perform.

  The conquering of self is truly greater than were one to conquer many worlds.

  He who understands nature walks close with God.

  What is truth? Law. What is Law? Love. What is love? God. What is God? Law and love. These are as the cycle of truth itself.

  You grow to heaven. You don’t go to heaven.Re printed from :

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