William Blake – Marriage Of Heaven and Hell || EP 246

William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and print maker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. What he called his prophetic works were said by 20th-century critic Northrop Frye to form “what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language” His visual artistry led 21st-century critic Jonathan Jones to proclaim him “far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced” In 2002, Blake was placed at number 38 in the BBC’s poll of the 100 Greatest Britons.[4] While he lived in London his entire life, except for three years spent in Felpham, he produced a diverse and symbolically rich œuvre, which embraced the imagination as “the body of God”[6] or “human existence itself”.

Although Blake was considered mad by contemporaries for his idiosyncratic views, he is held in high regard by later critics for his expressiveness and creativity, and for the philosophical and mystical undercurrents within his work. His paintings and poetry have been characterized as part of the Romantic movement and as “Pre-Romantic”. A committed Christian who was hostile to the Church of England (indeed, to almost all forms of organised religion), Blake was influenced by the ideals and ambitions of the French and American Revolutions. Though later he rejected many of these political beliefs, he maintained an amiable relationship with the political activist Thomas Paine; he was also influenced by thinkers such as Emanuel Swedenborg. Despite these known influences, the singularity of Blake’s work makes him difficult to classify. The 19th-century scholar William Michael Rossetti characterised him as a “glorious luminary”, and “a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors”.

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The marriage between heaven and hell has really lingered with me since I recorded this. It talks of angels, polarity, the void, giant cosmic spiders of light and dark and holds deeply symbolic meanings.  I would love to know what you think.  It is a classic.  The doors based there name on a sentence from this poem.

I recorded this due to my interest in Neville Goddard and with his suggestion that I read his works based on a previous episode called Blake on Religion.

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Welcome to the reality revolution. I’m your host Brian Scott, and today we’re going to read the marriage of heaven and hell by William Blake. I’m quite fascinated by William Blake. Check out my recent episode, Neville Goddard, Blake on religion, where I give some background information about who William Blake is, a famous poet and artist from long ago, 17 hundreds and he was a popper and they don’t even know where he was buried, but he had this amazing art and Neville Goddard quotes him almost every lecture. And when I was speaking with Mitch, which recently I asked if he had known of any other scholars or writers who had used the same interpretation of the Bible as Neville Goddard mature, which says that William Blake had the same interpretation, which is an idea that God is our human imagination and that we are all God going through different States as described in the Bible. Now, the fascinating is this, there’s more information in Blake’s writing about heaven and hell, and it’s implied that he might’ve had visions and he tried to paint some of these visions. I believe that he had very prophetic and powerful visions of the universe and I’m fascinated by the meaning of his book, the marriage of heaven and hell. It’s very short. So what I recommend that you do is treat it like a meditation. It’s got some great music in the background and let the words soak into your subconscious. I actually, when I’m done with this, we’ll probably sleep to it. I think that there is information hidden in the passages of this that has deeper meaning, that will help me to understand my place in the universe and how my human imagination creates reality. So I thought you might enjoy it with some great music in the background, the marriage of heaven and hell by William Blake, 1906 the marriage of heaven and hell. The argument Rin tra roars and shakes is fires in the burden. Derr Hungary, clouds swag on the deep, once meek and in a perilous path. The just man kept his course along the veil of death. Roses are planted or thorns grow, and on the barren Heath sing the honeybees. Then the perilous path was planted and a river and a spring on every cliff and tomb and on the bleached bones. Red clay brought forth till the villain left the paths of ease to walk in perilous paths and drive the just man into Baron climbs. Now the sneaking serpent walks in mild humility and the just man rages in the wilds where lions, Rome Rin tra roars and shakes his fires in the burden. Derr Hungary clouds swag on the deep as a new heaven is begun and it is now 33 years since its advent. The eternal hell revives and Lowe Swedenborg is the angels sitting at the tomb. His writings are the linen clothes folded up now is the dominion of Edam and the return of Adam into paradise. See, Isaiah 34 and 35 without Contreras is no progression, attraction and repulsion. Reason and energy, love and hate are necessary to human existence from these contrary spring. What the religious called good and evil good is the passive that obeys reason. Evil is the active springing from energy. Good is heaven. Evil is how the voice of the devil, all Bibles or sacred codes have been the cause of the following errors. One that man has two real existing principles of is a body and a soul to that energy called evil is alone from the body and that reason called good is alone from the soul. Three that God will torment man in eternity for following his energies, but the following, contrary to these are true, one man has no body distinct from his soul. For that called body is a portion of soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of soul in this age two energy is the only life and is from the body and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Three energy is eternal delight. Those who restrained desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained and the restrainer or reason you SERPs its place and governs the unwilling and being restrained it by degrees becomes passive until it is only the shadow of desire. The history of this is written in paradise lost and the governor or reason is called Messiah, and the original arch angel or possessor of the command of the heavenly host is called the devil or Satan and his children are called sin and death, but in the book of job, Milton’s Messiah is called Satan. For this history has been adopted by both parties. It indeed appeared to reason as if desire was cast out, but the devil’s account is that the Messiah fell and formed a heaven of what he stole from the abyss. This is shown in the gospel where he prays to the father to send the comforter or desire that reason may have ideas to build on the Jehovah of the Bible being no other man than he who dwells in flaming fire. Know that after Christ’s death he became Jehovah. But in Milton, the father is destiny, the son or ratio of the five senses and the Holy ghost vacuum. Note, the reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of angels and God and at Liberty when of devils in hell is because he was a true poet. And of the devil’s partying without knowing it. A memorable fancy as I walk among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of genius, which to angels look like torment and insanity. I collect some of their Proverbs thinking that has the sayings used in a nation Mark. It’s character. So the Proverbs of hell show the nature of infernal wisdom better than any description of buildings or garments. When I came home on the abyss of the five senses where a flat sided steep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty devil folded in black clouds hovering on the sides of the rock with corroding fires. He wrote the following sentence, now perceived by the minds of men and read by them on earth. How do you know? But every bird that cuts the airy way is an immense world of delight closed by your senses. Five Proverbs of hell in seed time. Learn in harvest, teach in winter. Enjoy drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid, courted by incapacity. He who desires but acts not breeds postulants. The cutworm forgives the plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light shall never become a star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom. No clock in measure. All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap. Bring out number. Wait and measure in a year of Darth. No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. A dead body revenge is not injuries. The most sublime act is to set another before you. If the fool would persist in his folly, he would become wise. Folly is the cloak of neighbory. Shame is prides. Cloak prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion. The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow, laughs, excess of joy weeps the roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea and the destructive sword or portions of eternity to great for the eye of man. The Fox condemns the trap, not himself. Joy’s impregnate sorrows bring forth let man where the fell of the lion woman, the fleece of the sheep, the bird, a nest, the spider, a web man friendship, the selfish, smiling fool and the Isolon frowning fool shall be both thought wise that they may be a rod. What is now proved was once only imagined the rat, the mouse, the Fox, the rabbit watched the roots, the lion, the tiger, the horse, the elephant. Watch the fruits, the sister and contains the fountain overflows. One thought fills immensity. Always be ready to speak your mind and a bass man will avoid you. Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. The Eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the Crow the Fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. Think in the morning, act in the noon, eat in the evening, sleep in the night. He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you as the plow follows words. So God rewards prayers. The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. Expect poison from the standing water. You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. Listen to the fools reproach. It is a kingly title. The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth the week in courage is strong in cunning. The Apple tree never asks the beach how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. If others had not been foolish, we should have been so. The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled. When now see just an Eagle, thou see just a portion of genius lift up thy head as the Caterpillar chooses the Ferris leaves to lay her eggs on. So the priest lays his curse on the Ferris joys to create a little flower is the labor of ages. Damn braces bless, relaxes. The best. Wine is the oldest. The best water is the newest prayers. Plow, not praises. Reap, not joys, laugh, not sorrows. Weep, not the head sublime. The heart Patheos the genitals, beauty, the hands and feet proportion as the air to a bird or the sea to a fish. So is contempt to the contemptible. The Crow wished everything was black. The owl that everything was white exuberance is beauty. If the lion was advised by the Fox, he would be cunning. Improvement, make straight roads, but the crooked roads without improvement. Our roads of genius, sooner of murder and infant in its cradle. The nurse on acted desires where man is not nature is Barron. Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not to be believed enough or too much. The ancient poets animated all sensible objects with gods or geniuses calling them by the names and adoring them with properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever. They’re enlarged and numerous senses could perceive, and particularly they studied the genius of each city and country, placing it under the it’s mental deity till assistant was formed, which some took advantage of and enslaved the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects. Thus began priesthood choosing forms of worship from poetic tails and at length they pronounced that the gods had ordered such things. Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast, a memorable fancy the prophet Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert that God spoke to them and whether they did not think at the time that they would be misunderstood and so be the cause of imposition. Isaiah answered, I saw no God nor heard any in a finite organical perception, but my senses discovered the infinite in everything. And as I was then persuaded and remained confirmed, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God. I cared not for the consequences, but wrote then I asked, does affirm persuasion that a thing is so make it so he replied. All poets believe that it does and in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains, but many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything. Then as [inaudible] said, the philosophy of the East taught the first principles of human perception. Some nations held one principle for the origin and some another. We have Israel taught that the poetic genius as you now call it, was the first principle and all others merely derivative, which was the cause of our despising the priests and philosophers of other countries and prophesying that all gods would last be proved to originate in ours and to be the tributaries of the poetic genius. It was this that our great poet, King David desired so fervently and invoked so pathetically saying by this he conquers enemies and governs kingdoms and so loved our God that we cursed in his name named all the deities of surrounding nations and asserted that they had rebelled from these opinions. The vulgar came to think that all nations would be the last be subject to the Jews. This said, he like all from persuasions is come to pass for all nations, believes the Jews code and worship the Jews God and what greater subjection can be. I heard this with some wonder and must confess my own conviction. After dinner I asked Isaiah to favor the world with his last works. He said, none of equal value was lost. [inaudible] said the same of his. I also asked Isaiah what made him go naked and barefoot three years. He answered the same. That made our friend Diane [inaudible] the Grecian. I then asked [inaudible] why he ate dung and lay so long on his right and left side. He answered the desire of raising other men into a perception of the infinite. This the North American tribes practice and is he honest who resist his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification. The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of 6,000 years is true. As I have heard from hell for the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and Holy. Whereas it now appears finite and corrupt. This will come to pass by an improvement of central enjoyment, but first, the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged. This I shall do by printing in the infernal method by corrosives, which in hell are so salutary and medicinal melting apparent surfaces away and displaying the infinite which was hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is infinite for man has closed himself up till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern, a memorable fancy. I was in a printing house in hell and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation. In the first chamber was a dragon man clearing away the rubbish from a caves. Mouth within a number of dragons were hollowing. The cave in the second chamber was a Viper folding around the rock and the cave and others adorning it with gold, silver, and precious stones. In the third chamber was an Eagle with wings and feathers of air. He caused the inside of the Cape to be infinite around where numbers of Eagle, like men who build palaces in the immense cliffs in the fourth chamber were lions of fire raging around and melting the metals into living fluids. In the fifth chamber were unnamed forms which cast the metals into the expanse. They’re [inaudible]. They were received by men who occupied the sixth chamber and took the forms of books and were arranged in libraries. The giants who formed this world were into its central existence and now seem to live in it. In chains are in truth, the causes of its life and the sources of all activity, but the chains are the cunning of weak and tame mines which have power to resist energy. According to the proverb, the weak in courage is strong in cunning. Thus one portion of being is the prolific. The other, the devouring, the devour. It seems as if the producer was in his chains, but it is not so he only takes portions of existence and fancies that the whole, but the prolific would cease to be prolific unless the devour as a sea received the excess of his delights. Some will say is not God alone. The prolific I answer, God only acts and is in existing beings or man. These two classes of men are always upon earth and they should be enemies. Whoever tries to reconcile them seeks to destroy existence. Religion is an endeavor to reconcile the two. Note, Jesus Christ did not wish to unite but to separate them as in the parable of sheep and goats and he says, I came not to send peace, but a sword, Messiah or Satan or tempter was formerly thought to be one of the antediluvians. Who are our energies, a memorable fancy. An angel came to me and said, Oh, pitiable foolish young man. Oh, horrible. Oh, dreadful state. Consider the hot burning dungeon. Thou are preparing for thy self to all eternity to which thou art going in such career. I said, perhaps you will be willing to show me my eternal lot and we will contemplate together upon it and see whether your lot or mine is most desirable. So he took me through a stable and through a church and down into the church vault at the end of which was a mill through the mill. We went and came to a cave down the winding cavern. We groped our tedious way to avoid boundless as another sky appeared beneath us and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity. But I said, if you please, we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether Providence is here also, if you will, not, I will. But he answered. Do not presume. Oh young man. But as we hear remain behold die lot, which will soon appear when the darkness passes away. So I remained with him sitting in the twisted root of an Oak. He was suspended in a fungus which hung with the head downward into the deep by degrees. We beheld the infinite abyss fiery as the smoke of a burning city beneath us at an immense distance was the sun black, but shining round at were fiery tracks on which revolved vast spiders crawling after their prey which flew or rather swarm in the infinite. Deep in the most terrific shapes of animals sprung from corruption and the air was full of them and seemed composed of them. These are devils and are called powers of the air. I now asked my companion, which was my eternal lot, he said between the black and white spiders, but now from between the black and white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled through the deep blackening all beneath so that the nether deep grew black as a sea and rolled with a terrible noise beneath us was nothing now to be seen but black Tempest to looking East. Between the clouds in the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire and many stones throw from us, appeared and sunk again, the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent at last, the East distant about three degrees appear to fire recrest above the waves. Slowly it reared like a Ridge of golden rocks till we discovered two Globes of Christenson fire from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke and now we saw it was the head of Avaya, Ethan. His forehead was divided into streaks, green and purple like those in a Tiger’s forehead. Soon we saw his mouth and red gills hang just above the raging foam tingling, the black deeps with beams of blood advancing toward us with all the fury of a spiritual existence. My friend, the angel climbed up from his station into the mill. I remained alone and then disappearance was no more, but I found myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by Moonlight hearing a Harper who sung to the harp and his theme was the man who never alters his opinion is like standing water and breeds reptiles of the mind. But I arose and sought for the mill and there I found my angel who surprised asked me how I escaped. I answered all that we saw was owing to your metaphysics for when you ran away. I found myself on a bank by Moonlight hearing a Harper, but now we have seen my eternal lot. Shall I show you yours? He laughed at my proposal, but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms and flew westerly through the night till we were elevated above the earth. Shadow Ben. I flung myself with him directly into the body of the sun. Here I clothed in myself in white and taking in my hand. Swedenborg volumes sunk from the glorious climb and passed all the planets till we came to Saturn here. I stayed to rest and then leaped into the void between Saturn and the fixed stars. Here said, I is your lot in this space. If space, it may be called. Soon we saw the stable and the church and I took him to the alter and opened the Bible and low. It was a deep pit into which I descended driving the angel before me. Soon we saw seven houses of brick. One we entered in. It were a number of monkeys, baboons, and all of that species chained by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but with held by the shortness of their chains. However, I saw that they sometimes grew numerous and then the week were caught by the strong and with a gridding aspect first coupled with and then devoured by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body was left, a helpless trunk. This after grinning and kissing, it was seeming fondness they devoured to, and here there I saw one Sabre Lee picking the flesh off its own tail as the stench terribly annoyed us both. We went into the mill and I in my hand brought the skeletons of a body, which in the mill was Aristotle’s analytics. So the Angele said by fantasy has imposed upon me and thou artist to be ashamed. I answered, we impose on one another and it is, but last time to converse with you whose works are only analytics, I have always found that angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise this they do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning. Thus Swedenborg boasts that he writes is new, though it is only the contents or index of already published books a man carried a monkey about for a show. And because he was a little wiser than the monkey grew vain and conceived himself as much wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg, he shows the folly of churches and exposes hypocrites till he imagines that all are religious and himself, the single one on earth that ever broken net. Now here a plain fact Swedenborg has not written one new truth. Now here another, he has written all the old falsehoods and now here the reason he conversed with angels who are all religious and conversed not with the devils who all hate religion for he was incapable through his conceited notions. Thus Swedenborg his writings are a recapitulation of all superficial opinions and an analysis of the more sublime, but no further have. Now another plain fact, any man of mechanical talents may from the writings of parcel IHSS or Jacob bellman produce 10,000 volumes of equal value with the Sweden Borgs and from those of Dante or Shakespeare and infinite number. But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine, a memorable fancy. Once I saw a devil in a flame of fire who arose before an angel that sat on a cloud and the devil uttered these words. The worship of God is honoring his gifts in other men, each according to his genius and loving the greatest men best. Those who envy or culminate great men hate God. For there is no other God. The angel hearing this became almost blue, but mastering himself, he grew yellow and it lasts white, pink and smiling and then replied, thou idolater is not God one and is not he visible in Jesus Christ and has not Jesus Christ given his sanctions to the law of 10 commandments and are not all other men, fools sinners and nothings the devil answered Bray a fool in a mortar with wheat, yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him. If Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree. Now hear how he has given his sanctioned to the law of 10 commandments. Did he not mock at the Sabbath and so mock the Sabbaths God murder those who were murdered because of him. Turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery, steal the labor of others to support him bear false witness when he omitted making a defense before pilot and covet, when he prayed for his disciples and when he bid them shake off the dust of their feet against such as refuse to lodge them. I tell you, no virtue can exist without breaking these 10 commandments. Jesus was all virtue and acted from impulse, not from rurals. When you had so spoken, I beheld the angel who stretched out his arms embracing the flame of fire and he was consumed and arose as Elijah. Note this angel who is now become a devil is my particular friend. We often read the Bible together in its infernal or diabolical sense, which the world shall have if they behave well. I’ve also the Bible of hell, which the world shall have, whether they will or no. One law for the lion and docks is oppression. [inaudible] the song of Liberty [inaudible] the eternal female groaned. It was heard over all the earth owl. Beyond coast is six silent. The American Meadows faint shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and rivers and mutter across the ocean. France ran down by dungeon. Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome cast Ickes Oh roam into the deep down, falling even to eternity down falling and weep in her trembling hands. She took the newborn terror howling on those infinite mountains of light now barred out by the Atlantic sea. The newborn fire stood before the story King flagged with gray browed snows and thunderous visages. The jealous wings waved over the deep. The spiri hand burned aloft. Unbuckled was the shield forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair and hurled the newborn wonder. Through the story night, the fire, the fire is falling. Look up. Look up. Oh citizen of London and large thy countenance. Oh jus leave counting gold returned to the oil and whined. Oh, African black, African. Go winged thought widen his forehead, the fiery limbs, the flaming hair shot like the sinking sun into the Western sea. Whacked from his eternal sleep. The Horry element, roaring fled away, down, rushed beating his wings in vain. The jealous King, his gray browed councilors were thunderous warriors, curled veterans among Helms and shields and chariots, horses, elephants, bounders castles, slings and rocks falling, rushing, ruining, buried in the ruins on earth. Phonos dens all night beneath the ruins. Then their soul inflames faded. Emerge round the gloomy King with thunder and fire weeding his story hosts through the waste wilderness. He promulgates his 10 commandments, glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay where the son of fire in his Eastern cloud or the morning plumes, her golden breast spurning the clouds written with curses stamps the Stony law to dust, losing the eternal horses from the dens of night. Crying empire is no more. And now the lion Wolf shall cease chorus. Let the priests of the Raven of Dawn no longer in deadly black with horse note cursed the sons of joy, nor his excepted brethren whom tyrant he calls free, lay the bound or build the roof nor pale religious. Let’s recall that virginity that wishes but acts not for everything that lives is Holy. And so that is the marriage of heaven and hell by William Blake. It’s quite different. And I guarantee I do not understand a good chunk of this. I would just love to have Neville right here next to me and I could ask him what do the monkeys mean when he takes the angel and they show each other their what they their futures will be. And he takes the angel and shows him the monkeys. And the ma is the, the angels, his friend. And the angel shows him this void between the white spiders and the black spiders. I was all very into it and it seemed powerful. His explanation that Jesus went against and broke all of the commandments almost as an example. And his discussion with Isaiah and Ezekiel was fascinating, but he claims this angel is the friend. So there is so much beautiful language and of course the doors of perception. The classic line in this is where the doors, the band originally got their name, the doors of perception when cleansed. So I just loved reading it is very powerful and you couldn’t help but get sucked into it. But I would just love to know a lot of what all of these things mean because of yours. Clearly he’s using symbols to explain something more. So he’s talking about the, the Fox. What is the Fox and what is the standing water and what does water mean? So Joe, so Neville would be very good at explaining what the goat and the wrath of the lion and the nakedness and the poisons. So many lines you could unlock a single line. What does it really mean after having read Neville Goddard and the way he interprets dreams and poetry, I can see why he would get so much out of this because just the very beginning, all of the different mentions of the, uh, the Apple tree that never asks the beach how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse. Now how he shall take his prey. There’s parts of it to have real wisdom locked into it about how our thoughts control reality. And he does mention imagination with God. So, and he does mention that there is no, no other gods outside of us. So I love it, but I still don’t really understand it. He does seem at the very beginning to be talking about energy. What is he saying about energy? So I ask you now that I’ve read this, this is not your normal episode of the reality revolution. I promise we’re not going to be falling into a trap where I’m doing a bunch of poetry. This is unique because I offered Pete, I said in the, in that episode, if anybody wants me to read one of his, be happy to do w with some cool music. And so we did that and I’ve read it and clearly you can see the beginnings of Neville, but Neville clearly took this to another level. And that’s why it’s so much fun to read Neville because in being a great wordsmith, somebody who’s a great writer and a user of words, he was also a great interpreter of symbols and dreams and explains things. And so I really think that if you can get something out of this, maybe subconsciously, but if you have some explanations of some of the stuff in this, some of the key lines in this, then I would sure love to hear what you have to say. And so let me know. Put it in the comments. What does this stuff mean? The con, the, the reference to bees, what does it mean the, the spiders, that black spider and of course of I, I was pulled in when he talks about going to the void and what the void is in the black spider in the white spider. And what did it mean when the angel and his works are nothing but Aristotle’s analytics. And he criticized the works of the angels. Isn’t it doing nothing more, but reading the index. So let’s use the comment section of this video to break this down and understand what it means and if you have an idea of what this poem really means, or tell me what your favorite part was or tell me what it is and I will definitely read it. And perhaps the veil of mystery around literature, like this is part of the appeal. The symbology means back then think about it all the way back then when he was writing this, he had to make this obscure enough so that people didn’t say he’s completely insane. We need to kill him because he’s going against the government and all of religion. So he’s rapping truths that he has discovered spiritually and metaphysically into the poetry. So he can safely say what he really wants to say and explain things. And so when Neville came to this, he said, Oh, he saw it too. And so in [inaudible] case he had to wrap it or in, in biblical language, in some ways to make it safer. And so each level as we go along and we’re unlocking these truths, we can see in the past the shadows of the past, of how people have become aware and awakened to the truth over this reality that we’re in. But in any case, it’s always fun and exciting when you guys share this with me, and I hope that you’ve enjoyed some of the imagery that has come with this video and the fantastic music, and you probably will not see me do another William Blake, but if this is a super popular video that gets a bunch of views, then yeah, maybe I’ll do another one of his books, but it probably not. But maybe listen to it in the background sometime. And if you do hear something, some interpretation that you get, then I’d love to hear what you think about it. [inaudible] and it does end with something wonderful. And that is for everything that lives is Holy. And that is true because you’re Holy and it’s a blessing to share this with you. In any case, I hope you’re having a super fantastic day, and this touches you spiritually and metaphysically in some beautiful way. Yeah. All episodes of the reality revolution can be found@therealityrevolution.com and welcome to the reality revolution.

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