King Arthur's Seat, 822 feet, dominates Edinburgh from the east as did the Mount of Olives. Its lower heights, ringed with
reformer lynchets and terraces, yield evidence of the time when the olive and the vine could flourish here as in other
parts of Britain. The olive was traditionally first cultivated by the Hyperboreans and taken by Hercules to Greece. Buried
in the soil, bronze swords and celts have been found which indicate the great antiquity of this outstanding height. One
Jewish coin was mentioned by Sir Daniel Wilson in his Prehistoric Annals of Scotland, bearing the effigy of a man in a
turban and with the inscription in Hebrew “Solomon ben Isaac”.1 Near Salisbury Crags (550 feet above sea) is evidence of
a past tremendous physical appulsion causing a deep fracture, with Samson's Ribs (suggestive of the god Hercules, the
hero Samson, whose mission at the time of the Flood was to throw down huge rocks and stones from above at the behest
of the gods), where the bare basaltic columns dip downward to the lower road. This remarkable so-called geological
"fault" by the presence of basaltic columns must relate the event to that dramatic period of the Great Catastrophe as
described by the prophet Zechariah, who was in Jerusalem at the time, and describes the miraculous escape the city had
on that momentous occasion, when the Mount of Olives was thus afflicted, in these words:
Then shall the Lord go forth … and his feet shall stand in that day upon the Mount of Olives, which is before
Jerusalem on the east
, and the Mount of Olives shall cleave in the midst thereof, toward the east and toward the west,
and there shall be a great valley; and half of the mountain shall remove toward the north, and half of it toward the
south." (Zechariah 14:3-4)3

The Twin Peaks of the Mount of Olives
(Arthur's Seat)
Arthur's Seat in every way compares with the Mount of Olives, from whose height, once a year, after the destruction of
their city by Hadrian, the Jews were permitted to gaze on the ruins of their holy city.

To the Jews

Jerusalem, the Emanation of the Giant Albion! Can it be? Is it a truth that the learned have explored? Was Britain the
primitive seat of the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true, my title-page page is also true, that Jerusalem was, and is, the
Emanation of the Giant Albion. It is true, and cannot be controverted. Ye are united, O ye inhabitants of Earth, in One
Religion—the Religion of Jesus, the most ancient, the Eternal, and the Everlasting Gospel. The Wicked will turn it to
Wickedness, the Righteous to Righteousness. Amen! Huzza! Selah!
‘All things begin and end in Albion’s ancient Druid rocky shore.’

Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem, and Noah, who were Druids, as the Druid Temples
(which are the patriarchal pillars and oak groves) over the whole Earth witness to this day.

You have a tradition that Man anciently contain’d in his mighty limbs all things in Heaven and Earth: this you received
from the Druids.
‘But now the starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion.’

Albion was the Parent of the Druids, and, in his Chaotic State of Sleep, Satan and Adam and the whole World was created
by the Elohim.

If Humility is Christianity, you, O Jews! are the true Christians. If your tradition that Man contained in his limbs all animals
is true, and they were separated from him by cruel sacrifices, and when compulsory cruel sacrifices had brought Humanity
into a Feminine Tabernacle in the loins of Abraham and David, the Lamb of God, the Saviour, became apparent on Earth
as the Prophets had fore-told!
The return of Israel is a return to mental sacrifice and war.
Take up the Cross, O Israel! and follow Jesus.



The fields from Islington to Marybone,
To Primrose Hill and Saint John’s Wood,
Were builded over with pillars of gold;
And there Jerusalem’s pillars stood.

Her Little Ones ran on the fields,
The Lamb of God among them seen,
And fair Jerusalem, His Bride,
Among the little meadows green.        

Pancras and Kentish Town repose
Among her golden pillars high,
Among her golden arches which
Shine upon the starry sky.        

The Jew’s-harp House and the Green Man,        
The Ponds where boys to bathe delight,        
The fields of cows by William’s farm,                
Shine in Jerusalem’s pleasant sight.        

She walks upon our meadows green;        
The Lamb of God walks by her side;        
And every English child is seen,        
Children of Jesus and His Bride;                

Forgiving trespasses and sins,        
Lest Babylon, with cruel Og,        
With Moral and Self-righteous Law,        
Should crucify in Satan’s Synagogue.        

What are those Golden Builders doing                
Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington,        
Standing above that mighty ruin,        
Where Satan the first victory won;        

Where Albion slept beneath the fatal Tree,        
And the Druid’s golden knife                
Rioted in human gore,        
In offerings of Human Life?        

They groan’d aloud on London Stone,        
They groan’d aloud on Tyburn’s Brook:        
Albion gave his deadly groan,                
And all the Atlantic mountains shook.        

Albion’s Spectre, from his loins,        
Tore forth in all the pomp of War;        
Satan his name; in flames of fire        
He stretch’d his Druid pillars far.                

Jerusalem fell from Lambeth’s vale,        
Down thro’ Poplar and Old Bow,        
Thro’ Malden, and across the sea,        
In war and howling, death and woe.        

The Rhine was red with human blood;                
The Danube roll’d a purple tide;        
On the Euphrates Satan stood,        
And over Asia stretch’d his pride.        

He wither’d up sweet Zion’s hill        
From every nation of the Earth;                
He wither’d up Jerusalem’s Gates,        
And in a dark land gave her birth.        

He wither’d up the Human Form        
By laws of sacrifice for Sin,        
Till it became a Mortal Worm,                
But O! translucent all within.        

The Divine Vision still was seen,        
Still was the Human Form Divine;        
Weeping, in weak and mortal clay,        
O Jesus! still the Form was Thine!                

And Thine the Human Face; and Thine        
The Human Hands, and Feet, and Breath,        
Entering thro’ the Gates of Birth,        
And passing thro’ the Gates of Death.        

And O Thou Lamb of God! whom I                
Slew in my dark self-righteous pride,        
Art Thou return’d to Albion’s land,        
And is Jerusalem Thy Bride?        

Come to my arms, and nevermore        
Depart; but dwell for ever here;                
Create my spirit to Thy love;        
Subdue my Spectre to Thy fear.        

Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend!        
In clouds of blood and ruin roll’d,        
I here reclaim thee as my own,                
My Selfhood—Satan arm’d in gold!        

Is this thy soft Family-love,        
Thy cruel patriarchal pride;        
Planting thy Family alone,        
Destroying all the World beside?                

A man’s worst Enemies are those        
Of his own House and Family;        
And he who makes his Law a curse,        
By his own Law shall surely die!        

In my Exchanges every land                
Shall walk; and mine in every land,        
Mutual shall build Jerusalem,        
Both heart in heart and hand in hand.
Preface to 'MILTON'

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green and pleasant Land.

Preface to Milton a Poem. (1810)