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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Hold Fast- 1992

NOTE : In no way are we to convince you or anyone, but through assistance we are permitted to make ourselves known. Hold fast and try to keep on track. If the motives are pure, the results which follow will glimmer as dew does on grass - all truths will become self-apparent.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Invasive Entities- 5th April 1992

THE question today is in reference to the possibility of men being 'hijacked', or those parts of men being made use of to the detriment of men. For if one wishes to enter into precisely the dangers at large, pressing in upon men from moment to moment, one must establish clearly the nature of such dangers and concede that this is so. Accordingly also, from what desire would this be?

Primarily all men and women seek to be loved. In attraction, in affection, there are many entities who would, if they could, make rapport with those parts of a man which they might entice or consume - to which the man may be drawn - in comprehension of this being love, with a magnitude and a magnetism similar, but far from the reality of the true impulse of love itself. Even those of the extreme who would submit to a being that they themselves would call the Devil, seek his appreciation and affection, rather than his contempt, for there is a mutual approval in the minds of men, which is irresistible when viewed in this light.

If a man has cause to gravitate to any particular field of impulse, it is because of likeness which he himself has taken to himself regardless of whether or not he is aware of the true situation i.e. that he has succumbed to that which seeks to use, rather than commune.

If a soul is tainted with selfish exploits and is concentrated upon forsaking his own humanity, he shall accordingly come to discover the implications of such. One might clearly recognize the dangers of impure thought and devious motivation, which of itself brings upon certain disasters to soul, all welcomed and maintained by the man himself. This is and has always been the distinct precipice a man may walk: that sin itself is a necessary tutor, but only does it teach when overcome and made transformed. 



However, to the naive soul who is unaware and unguarded, it may come to pass that certain immaturities have led them to a compromise in which they do surrender and make forfeit, not soul or soul qualities, but rather certain aspects of ability within their psychic makeover - their anatomical foci which adhere to certain impulses, yet belonging to very definite spheres. For any being which is not of the mainstream evolution of this: our family of man, could not make use of, or digest that which is a man, regardless of how submissive that man may be. If this were to be achieved, and one could step the bounds of another, then - as with the poem of the old woman who swallowed a fly (I don't know why she swallowed the fly) - the imbalance of evolutionary mixes would be indeed the survival of the fittest, and have long ago ceased to be in question.

One can indeed trace all sins back to their influences which are not of man himself, as he was born indifferent to such impulses. What becomes a sin in Man is that which is not of men. The higher and lofty impulses which compound the Angelic tendencies, are those which fit in truer to what he shall become and conversely, truly is. If it were not already within the make-up and nature of a man to come to these realizations of Grace, then he would not understand the measure and the depth of this possibility. One could say this for sin also; and yet sin is anything but progressive and by nature is a hindrance and therefore gives nothing to men of itself.



A good example is that painting by Hieronymus Bosch, of the various sins being so performed by men.


Within the constitution we have - even within our physical expression - marvelous receptacles for Heavenly (virtuous) instinct and expression. There are centers and spheres of activity pertaining to specific regions of activity and expression within a man. Further to this, there is also the revelation that they shall bring in the said development thereof, an unfolding of such qualities that may one day flow through into a man and be thoroughly emanated, as it were, from a god. That each of these centers be true to plan and true to that which they may receive, wholly. Holy, and wholly! Such is development.

It is not to an imbalanced development to which we refer, whereby a man is artificially stimulated to sporadically endow himself with such a great influx that he himself may not incorporate into his own being. In this instance it is as light deflected, and overstimulation causes periods of void and expiration. Rather that he himself has become intimately acquainted with those forces of virtue which he is equipped to take into himself and with radiance, redouble. We shall not name these centers as chakras for there are many notions about such, which do not adhere correctly to these lower considerations, but shall name them as the true body of man, from which he himself does emanate. Chakric activity is yet one more specific amongst the picture we are trying to establish, and may or may not be specific to the soul of the man, at any given time. And here we come to the twofold aspect of men. 



At present, one might say that a man is imperfect in time; that when one considers all that he has done in the past and comes to view his range of personalities, his off-casts, his Double (more importantly), his legacies of activity, and all of the coats which he has shed in the past, belonging to the past - he has carried into the present some unwholesome and awesome tendencies, such which at first glance, would negate any possibility of them ever becoming collected up in toto and made purified. Yet when one looks further back before time, in innocence, they shall see also something of the original vision which was and is Man, that does correspond to a being who is indeed a celebration of Creation and all of her talents. The anomaly is in the present condition.

That man is even capable of sin is persuasively depressing at times. To some there is comfort that such sin provides much usefulness in the learning, however on larger consideration there are individuals who would choose not to make the connection at all, and rather not be answerable for such, for the indignity and realization is all too great. This is understandable, because progression itself would appear to be a process of making right again, that which was formerly quite correct!

Yet, incorporated in all of this is one of those qualities which was imparted at the beginning of sin: self-consciousness. It is a little alike to the good fairy making answer to the bad fairy's stipulation; more than that, a wonderful complement to He Who has by design and by greater Grace than we, breathed life into we, who are now inspired to live also. All life is inspiration. Respiration, aspiration, inspiration! Further to such self-consciousness, are those components - namely: memory and affinity.

As men and women, we are incorporated within the Being of Christ. Our capabilities may be immature, but our inheritance is kept safe and protected. Beings who would deter Men from their goals so envisioned by Christ, cannot precipitate Christ and take such men into legions of their own. But they may however, deter an individual by one of two ways:

1) By the extraction of certain qualities.
2) By the retardation and subsequent mutation of such qualities.

At all times the spirit of a man is of Christ and within his protective care. But because of his attributed license to go into the larger world and frequent spheres, in arduous passage, Man, underdeveloped and ignorant, may give over those parts of himself not yet fully incorporated within his conscious being; which, though replicated by countless numbers, are individually his and not so easily established a second time.

Although here is a good opportunity to cite the case in the extreme where this might be so, we can say also that the opportunities for renewal do come, and at the forefront of another time in evolution. In other words, these men who have become utterly forsaken and without their attributes of humanity, who are outcast and downcast because their spirit may not be assimilated by those beings who would wear 'their clothes', shall nonetheless become absorbed in yet another evolution beneath this, and at the time of adoption be so incorporated or endowed - as in the animal or Deva kingdom, in a related evolution, and yet separate to where their immediate brothers have thus traveled.

So the implications are still nonetheless very serious indeed - that yes, there are beings who do desire certain composites of men, as men might desire the flesh of beasts or the flesh of men. It does not make for good ecology, when systems are mixed so intimately. 

The physical manifestation of beings that would enter our system as such, are those amoebae of viruses. Not in the form of great spacemen, but rather in seeds of sickness and malady. So much for the physical representation! This is not to say that when a man is consumed to death, having being overrun and overcome by said virus or disease, that he has willingly attracted to him these outer beings. However the predisposition to weakness is yet a reminder of our fragile standing to date.

Activity necessitates further activity, in a two-poled consequence. Each Heavenly impulse of essential cosmic virtue has gradients of expression; whilst also to us and relative to us, has also its corresponding opposite. It is paramount to expression that this be so. It is not as simple to say that what is good in one instance is bad in another or vice versa - it is not a question of philosophy, but rather a law in which all light has its shadow.

A man may summon to himself all measure of impulse - which by the way shall come truly through the affinity of experience, ie. he must become that which he is to impart and impart that which he is to become, and draw upon the well in this manner and by doing so, becomes familiar with the realms which these impulses emanate primarily through on their pathways to here in the present.

Fortunately there are many such pathways the soul desires to travail, enlightened usually by the developing soul. However, in returning to the question of men who are waylaid or hijacked as such, we find that it is usually because these inherent impulses have been turned upside-down, inside out and transmuted with additions which mark and mar the original expression. This is because there are beings all over who do flock to regions of great and glorious activity. Their curiosity is understandable, and in part of that region. They would attach to men in ways that they can, through these impulses - depending upon their own concerns and desires. But those which prove disastrous to men are not in themselves developed in a discrimination that stipulates discernment between that which is unlawful in expectation, and that which is not. 

Now in the case which has been cited specifically, [an influence from Orion] we are looking to the instance of that brilliant fire which is verily both mind, intellect and intelligence; also very much, Man's very own powers of self-consciousness in this regard. By the way, self-consciousness does not only pertain to intelligence as we understand it day to day, it extends much further. Anyway, suffice to say the beings in question are posed to be as an army, who would infiltrate and dominate the minds of men, and lead them into realms upon which they may disrobe their beings and crunch their souls. That appears to be the gist of the question, names aside.

Firstly, it must be said again, what has been said before: that all men have the power to withstand any impingement upon themselves, and aside from this are only a prayer away from help. It is that which a man brings about willingly upon himself which is of any danger to his being and his development.

Yet - you may protest - that men who are ignorant and mistaken (as we all might be at one point or another) are stepping a perilous threshold, because of their inability to discern the truth. "Lord forgive me, for I know not what I do!" The seriousness of such impact and force upon the globe which presses in and showers down, calling to men all promises with mischievous intent - marauders and pirates, whose abilities on certain levels extend in greater measure than the men they beguile - what of the consequence? It is indeed a pertinent question. Is life so hazardous? Certainly the previous text has highlighted the extremes of such interference.

Most men are obstinate. There has been talk this week about certain forms of occultism rendering men stupid, and if this is the case, the stupidity is for the men's own protection, even though it is an offspring of practice and procedure and ill-thinking. There can be hiccups which may rebound over the course of not a few lifetimes because of false roads so traveled, but usually (particularly after death), a man shall see his captors in all their colors, so graphically and with such a shock that he shall once again prefer humanity.

All of those who have been 'milked' of their vital fluids and partaken in activities which invite such intercourse on psychic levels, usually are not so depleted that they cannot refute the course they have established within a single lifetime. The consequences for the globe are another matter; particularly at those times of pivotal importance whereupon man receives an influx of wondrous influences. Streams of beings follow too, whose gates are open (more than usual) to make the activity possible. And this of itself may be disruptive to the matter at hand, whilst also there are those activities being conducted in the larger spheres, so mirrored upon the globe.

Basically speaking there are beings who would and do, give to man and to all else; who in accordance with the true powers which preside within all life, make way because of their being, for greater creativity, for greater expression, of this: all Love. Added to this, there are beings who do not work in this manner, they do not emanate or radiate, but are as the opposite - whether as parasite or inverse magnetism - who see Creation as containment, and know only to draw into themselves, whilst giving nothing freely. The inclination either way is within Man. The choice is there, and yet, still deeper, having the knowledge of the first and greater inclination, he shall go forth to make this realization be. BE. All else is of death. Whilst death has its place- destruction and cessation- there shall not be an unraveling of this: our system or the greater spheres, or of the spirit of Man, simply because those forces of death are empowered with yet a temporary and single-minded perspective.

Again, we might approach here the realms of philosophical speculation as to why there is a 'Kali' impulse at all and how it is that beings may exist at all, so inclined. Yet remember, it was said that they do not give freely - meant two ways: one being cost to those who participate - but also, that they do not choose to give one jot back into Creation. But whether or not they choose to do so, they do anyway. A last laugh so to speak! By merely being, whether as advocate, or devil's advocate, they still give to the system and experience; and necessarily work within laws they may or may not choose to recognize.

The more advanced a man becomes, the more his fiery participation calls out into the ethers and exhibits great activity and so is known. It is no surprise therefore, that undesirous beings should cleave to those most potent and yet perhaps, unstable enough as to waver into their field of influence- not yet being fully developed enough to discriminate. Wherever there is goodness there are perils not far behind. It is not to say that one must frantically seek them out, but be mindful as to their own inadequacies and guarded as to how certain their own standing in development may be. 


Were that a man was as perceptive and receptive to the warnings that his own conscience will bring forth! It is not simplicity to preach ethics and the importance of. It is difficult indeed to make clear, pathways for such development, yet when one looks to certain individuals who are most equipped and powerful and developed in a way that they may be very impressive, and further on to this and that group or collection of like-minded souls, or further on to those impulses which they would endow themselves with - the key is to gauge if they are thoroughly wholesome and correct from an ethical standpoint.

This can be a simple matter, and yet why are there those who are content to overlook those things which do not correspond with true spirituality and expression? They do overlook very bad behavior indeed!- excuse it graciously, as if one area of development will make good for the rest. It will not. If a man is so full of conceit as to believe that he need not review his soul nor those whom he trusts as teacher, then he shall not heed the warnings of his protective and suffering conscience. Esoteric teachers, we might add, are obliged to be reviewed critically for the sake of their beloved pupil who is a part of their influence for the time that they give to them. Whether recognized or not they are accountable in every degree.

The essence of humility lies in this quality as described above: in giving. Now those souls who would choose in their lifetime to give over their attributes of sensibility in order that they may achieve a 'quick ascension', actually believe there is a bargain to be had- i.e. that they might give, so they might get. That speaks to us of the system of false desire and of wicked mistakeness. Were that they were concerned with the evolution of the world and all of its fellows, were that they were inflamed with the spirit of Creation herself, putting all else before herself, that they may carry on never mindful of themselves. Those are the two paths and the two inclinations. So regardless of the supersensible interferences and the gravity and extent of such, the worst outcome of all is that they have retarded their development of affinity by such self-seeking, by such spiritual selfishness. For they shall be so encapsulated and so blind to the possibilities of what truly lies within the motivations of Creation.

Unfortunately, the self-interred soul becomes smaller and smaller and less adequate as time goes by; fortunately, maybe for others however. This is a direct result from those who repel their measures of sympathy and affinity, therefore their charity and humility also. The individual becomes as a ball so tightened; and it is the response of those who are self-inclined but would offer nothing for nothing.

Yet the reality of life is the sacrifice laid down, and to this we must be grateful for our being; to be truly reverent and humble in this fact - of those who do labor for our continuance, that we may experience, that we may be manifest. And not to be ungrateful or forgetful of these great and marvelous expressions of pure Love - that the grass springs up beneath our feet, and does not complain, and the beasts made dumb, and that our bodies do labor also. That only through the Will of the Father and His Sacrifice, His Loving Intent, are we what we are.

There are folk who would seek riches, not only in physical wealth, but greed is greed, and a great attraction for those entities who know greed intimately. You might ask: "Well then, am I wrong in desiring true and proper development?” To which we would answer: that it is only correct that one seeks advancement, as life itself would have it. But one should also bless all others that this be so; and remember too, that not all which is desired and worked upon is won in a day or in bargain.


Therefore, let men seek firstly to be better, that they might serve their Humanity well and begin to repay those of the Host, which truly do care for them and love them dearly without stipulation, without demand, without such cost, and do wish for their betterment and work to assist them so. Let all else pass by.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Orion & the Pleiadians- 6th April 1992

THE resurgence of the Pleiades impulse is as an echo back from the Greek Pleiades dream and its people. Consequently there are many to whom these 'missionaries' speak, who are from that exact period and are in gentle contrast with the examples of those conflicting impulses, then and at this time.


To come to know something of that period is to suggest an era of tranquillity and dreamers. For in such a time of impending intellectualism driving down into that region of the world, there were those men and women who kept to small communities - sheltered in courts where their direct knowledge of the natural world was perceptibly attuned in spiritual affability, harmoniously dreaming.

They did not indulge in wine nor were they promiscuous (in fact, quite the opposite) and held to purity: the Goddess, and were crystal clear within their direct perceptions. They were not seers or magicians - as was more common about town after town - and were characteristically quite beautiful, in refinement, in stature, in composure, in expression.


Many of the Pleiadians returned as Franciscans, Buddhists and Lamas. Their original European standing was an answer to the deluge of cults and cultists, which at that time begat the ancient world (so called). The Muses and the gentler of Mysteries were given protection, for there was much controversy. Darkness loomed upon the greater cities and capitals. Bestiality, blood cults and Roman impact hovered thick within the growing consciousness - these folk were of an older world, who would not be compromised.

Though very young in years, often with early deaths, the party of men and women so linked -almost haloed, steeped in not only a love of beauty and adoration for Creation - made many a friend within the unseen worlds they ventured into and communed with. For this was their bent and their privy. This, they maintained, was their mission: to conjoin the two, and they believed that the fault lay with the inadequacy of most men, by order of their consummate blindness.

Harsh words were never spoken. Within such a group there was no need to enforce peace, nor protest, nor challenge - and perhaps this is why many did not live out a fuller life of greater years. 

Look to the regions where the country meets the sea, where many were driven (at one time) to go forth, into the waves and give over their lives. Their oppression was great, and they, easily startled. For the world of average men and powerful men, became itself as a tide too strong. The jeering they endured, the mocking and the goading, turned so ugly - there was little or no competition.

They were not athletes, they were not skilled, and they did not record their revelations. They made for good beachcombers and artists. They would not speculate, but rather envision. Quite often they would be given to welts and marks, which were said to be hideous - rather though, a result from a sensitivity that was inflamed upon contact with the coarse and the gross. A wave of their peoples would sweep in and out of manifestation concurrently - perhaps because, they refused to make connection with the world of men in general. 

The Orion influence to which you refer, is directly contrasting and opposing to that which was the example of the Pleiadians. Earlier on they may have stood for the pure mind becoming quite active and awakening to the properties of cognisation, which to the large are employed today. With a bubble and a burst, men's minds were fired to a quick, yet cunning spark; and in this outsurge of newly released motivation and evolution, there were those of that camp who despised the older clairvoyance and believed them to be examples of a backward humanity - much the same as the Pleiadians held the common sensory-sensual man to be. Each to his own and each in balance of the other. Both examples were small in numbers and extreme in expression.

When the advancement came for those who would exercise their mind with swords of will, they soon came to find that they could exercise also such skills of mind over their brethren. And then too, became disgusted and spiteful towards all who were weaker than they, and believed that superiority in this sense, was enough of a liberty; false though it was.

They became the bull with one horn - or at least the horns were sawn down and made so distinct and precise. It is certainly a quandary for men who pursue a learned career and become adept in one particular, without such total exercise of soul and depth of understanding to accompany an otherwise brilliant talent. For the mind may itself span many distances out into the beyond, but shall only understand the mind - it will speak in mind-speak, through the man who is so developed. 



The mineral influences with man worked their strongest beginning at that era just prior to the great Roman conquests. The gods were mineral gods and their motivations upon the Globe were a battle of re-establishing relationships; some of which to this day have not been resolved. A man was all the more sensitive to these influences - the Pleiadians were the silver people, those that you speak of (the veritable gorgons) were of the class, of the race, to whom the iron had begat with lead (probably from their profuse use of the material at the time - from cup to babe, from blade to man). The mixes of bronzes held tangible influence, whilst gold did not speak to the European man at that time.

There are many grades of iron, and at that time the iron so used was base and coarse, heavier by weight, shinier by resistance. Most of these men (and men they most usually were) were quite deformed in stature, and so overdeveloped in the frame of the skull to be obviously different, and hideous in countenance. They would have neck and back weaknesses, and often rely on a metallic brace to uplift them. They resented beauty, they resented idiocy - for because of their exterior form they were often mistaken for idiots and imbeciles. (That came later for many of them.) 

They were masters at card games and took sport with those who had not the capacity of mind to make it a fair contest. In subsequent lifetimes their ability of will, which was so coupled with the astute logic of cognition, enabled many to become publicly powerful - and as is often the case, the more that one can 'get away with' the more one is tempted to push and try more.

Yet they were the messengers of that impulse which today enlivens (to a point) the technical cognition of modern man. And brilliant it is, as far as it goes. And necessary it is, and was, however, one influence amongst a compilation of many. There are personal enemies, if one could call them that, of such folk, for they became as bandits and left many a wretched and ill-used soul behind in their cunning exploits. Not the least which were the gentler folk, above described. 



The gods had to vacate at a point where the consciousness was defining down. The focus upon the material world was so narrowing and men were more closely steeped within their incarnating form than ever. In the parting of the ways one can look to all of the various races at that point in time and see exactly how many gifts were instilled directly in man, as never before- because the gods and their influence hitherto could speak directly with a man and motivate much which was physically distinct from their own - because of their indwelling, deep within the metals before the metals were harnessed and forced into sleep.

Gates were closed, and just prior the influences streamed in. Mighty earthquakes, avalanches and volcanic vomits ensued. The metals warred and raged for supremacy, and then made connection with Man himself.

Forces withdraw into distant relationships, the beings whose affinity lay with the predominant minerals withdrew to their respective spheres. The Earth settled down to yet a further complacency, the fluidity was ever more crystalline, the arguments for the most part quietened.

Scientists today are very mistaken when judging the time links to geology, for they go by the rates of growth as known today, irrespective of the enormous fluctuations that do occur and have occurred in the past. 



The etheric world has contained the metals in this the crystalline forms and structure. It is not so much that the nature of any given metal dictates its trilateral formations, but moreover its limitations have been placed upon its being, existence and manifestation. The crystals as treasured, are not only examples of the mineral kingdom transformed and thus purified, exalted and evolved, but moreover the peaceable mix and authority of the older etheric regions that do still predominate the forces within the globe, as the original draftsmen to an accommodating Earth.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Gordon- 1992


GORDON knew that his wife disliked him. She might have respected him in a former time when wives were submissive, but for now she disliked him and resented his superiority - or so he thought.

Gordon disliked himself. Every detail he had pictured to become his life's plan had gone astray. It did appear that it had all been one single anticlimax, amounting to that pale, worn image that peered back at him in the morning mirror, whilst combing what hair he had left, or nightly when cleaning what teeth he had left.

He had told himself time and time again, that he was to be sensible. Too many people simply have 'lost their grip'. He was battle-weary, for one is usually battle-weary when one continually loses the battles.



He had grudgingly answered the call-up for jury duty. Slight curiosity was intermingled with responsive complaint. For, for the first time in years, he might actually get to stay out all night without being accounted for, in the company of strangers. At the very least, his routine - for what it was worth - was given slight reprieve.

He had laughingly hoped for some gruesome, lengthy, murder trial. Something that would hold his interest, maybe spin a few stories about in the years to come. On the morning it all began, he was casually excited, although careful not to let it show.



Once in the waiting bay, he had opportunity to view the other eleven, so chosen. Representatives of humanity, he thought. Such a selection of mediocrity! Most of them were occupied shuffling through papers, magazines and the like. One woman was knitting, with precision that was confounding. A few twitched idly. They were careful not to let each other catch each other's snatching glance. There was one who did sit alone at the end, who actually looked somber and thoughtful, and actually met his gaze unflinchingly.

As they were called into the chambers and shuffled in file, Gordon recalled that his chewing-gum had been left behind in the pocket of his sports jacket. A few cough lozenges were all he had to sustain him through the morning. He was apprehensive, he was tired; he should have gone to bed much earlier the night before.

"All rise" was the call, when a most peculiar thing did happen. As Gordon had moved up from his seat, complaining to himself - as he had just settled himself - a sensation swept through him as though he was lifting out from himself. Like a foot sliding from a sock, he felt pulled upwards from himself, as an invisible spirit-like form slid and glided up towards the high ceiling of that room. Now this was not just a small imagining, for in this experience he actually saw the participants of the trial from the position which viewed the top of their heads. As if from a great height he peered down; as with a gas-filled balloon, unrestrained, he bobbed to and fro, caught by the ceiling. Just then, his life flashed before his eyes, and in an instant it was over.


Back in his seat, in his place with the eleven others, he feverishly checked himself and the others who sat as before, with no apparent interest. He felt his pocket for a sweet and a handkerchief, and wondered if he had just suffered a heart attack, or perhaps a massive delusion. The voices garbled on around him, he found it difficult to summon any attention to the proceedings at all. There was something about a theft accused, and something about the suspect's unruly behavior. Concentrate. He could not concentrate. He wondered if he might sell the story of his experience to some tabloid. No! They wouldn't believe it.

The wretch for whom the whole party was gathered, sat with back to the jury, curved over, almost weighed down. As lawyers took turns and accusers made statements proclaiming undeniable facts, Gordon resumed his composure, and began to put the morning's experience into perspective of fanciful imagining. For we all have a compartment in which we manage to hide those experiences which are unexplained.

The morning was full of deliberate gestures and articulations. The crowd was stiff, and the air was stifling. There was not the fun that he had anticipated. The accused man shrank back into the compensation offered back by his representation.

Lunch could have been better. The canteen labored with a variety of tasteless presentations. Gordon had decided on an uncomplicated salad, and sat alone with reluctant salivation. 


Just then, one of his fellow jurors brought a tray across and greeted him cordially. This was the fellow who had stared back at him so. Quite dignified, and yet unpretentious, somewhere in middle age; he had the grace of either a well-educated man or perhaps a noble upbringing.

"I couldn't help noticing you today", the gentleman said as he seated himself at the table. Gordon wondered if he would ask his permission before setting down the crockery and cutlery. But he did not.

"My name is Lawrence, I believe you are Gordon?"

"Informal" thought Gordon, "for a man who appears so very conventional". He gestured confirmation.

"There is something you should know" the dignified Lawrence pronounced slowly with meaning. One couldn't help but listen to this voice; it had qualities of tone that were enthralling, quite encaptivating. He continued, "Every case that is tried in this court has proven a verdict of guilty.”

Gordon thought this statement a little bizarre and inquired, "How do you know?"

"I make it my business to know" replied the stranger.


Gordon eyed the small tie tack, an intricate pearl and diamond pin, and judged this Lawrence to be of very good taste. He considered the statement and then asked if he thought that this one would follow suit.

"Might be time for a change, don't you agree?" he replied.

They munched heartily together, downed several cups of instant coffee in between outbursts of affable conversation. Gordon was pleased with his new acquaintance.

Just as they were leaving to return to their respective places, Lawrence passed comment, "I admired the way you rose to the occasion, this morning!" And so saying left Gordon aghast, pondering the strange remark- with a little beetroot stain on his chin.

Back in their respective places, the voice boomed out again "All rise!" This time Gordon clung nervously to the back of his seat, in some vain effort to restrain himself. Lawrence smiled at him. Nothing out of the ordinary took place, much to the relief of Gordon.

He was fidgety now, and rued ever coming. In his heart of hearts he had thought it better to answer the court-duty and make an appearance. Yet he was not so sure. Perhaps he should have found some excuse, for this day had not gone well. There was a constriction in his throat and his mind wandered from his will - not once did it occur to him to think of the poor soul who was at trial.

Unbeknown to Gordon, the accused was in fact a man to which he was well acquainted. This only became apparent at the end of the short trial, when the time came for the great decision making, when the face of the man who bore the pressure of the court was illumined - it was as though a light shone directly overhead - in every detail; every detail, especially the beet-red mark that sat like a wound, upon his chin!

"Good God! That prisoner of these proceedings looks like me!" Gordon's face flushed, as he viewed the accused turning crimson, in recognition. He strained to watch as he was escorted from the courtroom; whilst he was moved forth to proceed to that room where all jurors must go to deliberate.

There was a shift to the informal as the twelve relaxed somewhat; almost a jovial camaraderie, as the masks lifted one by one- too much tension of trial, now too much compensatory mirth. He counted again - there were thirteen, not twelve, in the room.

The worst part of it all was, that he had not been attentive during the trial; and for that matter, he was not convinced that his fellow jurors had a grasp on the case at hand either. Not one notion sprung to mind, save that the man accused bore his face. Even then he suspected not the truth of the situation.

There was a sign upon the wall which read:

THE JURY MAY NOT DISASSEMBLE, NOR MOVE FROM THIS ROOM, UNTIL SUCH A TIME THAT A VERDICT OF GUILTY BE AGREED UPON.

"How can this be so?" thought the confused and bewildered Gordon. "Perhaps it was a public servant's idea of a joke", he reassured himself. The tea-trolley was wheeled in.

Several hours had past, when Gordon began to tire of the discussion; the jurors had spoken much of themselves with not one mention of the subject of the man or the trial at hand.


“Excuse me" Gordon coughed, "we might address the verdict perhaps?"

And the woman who sat with her knitting yarn in lap, twiddling it around her needles, click, clack, clack, click ... looked up and said dryly "Oh, but we've already decided that: guilty of course! Haven't you read that sign?"

The belief was that it was better to send another into the confines of a jail, than to confine themselves to a decision which interred them all indefinitely.

"But that is nonsense!" exclaimed Gordon, as the party became once again immersed in conversation which was not to the point at all.

"I said, that sign is nonsense!" he exclaimed a little louder this time, trying best to make affirmation with unwavering voice. He looked to Lawrence, who was looking hard at him.

"Well said, good chap, well said indeed."

"Well if you ask me he's guilty!" ventured one.

"Probably guilty, most likely!" said another.

"Extremely guilty looking!" said a small framed woman, with a particularly nasty expression.

"Guilty, Guilty, Guilty!" came the crescendo of harmonious agreement.

“And so say all of us!" Gordon found himself to say, having come to the mood of the occasion.

"If you will pardon me asking," came Lawrence's calm and dulcet voice "but could someone explain to me, what exactly this chap is guilty of?"

"Why, guilty of being here!" one of the larger jurors retorted.

"We presume that he's innocently guilty, or guilty of being innocent. Whichever way you have it, he's obviously guilty."

"Show of hands please everybody - dinner is awaiting at home!"

Now one, now two, now three, now four; until to be precise, there were twenty-two hands in the air.

"More than enough!" bustled the knitting woman. She had counted in an orderly way and was well satisfied with the result.

Gordon, all the while, had kept his eyes on Lawrence, who from the corner had not motioned his consent. No hands there. He neither had moved for the verdict.

"It is really not exact for you to put two hands up, and be counted as two" said Lawrence, who seemed unsurprised at their behavior.

"Exact or not, it works anyhow," protested the foreman, who was recording with signature, on the form so provided.

"And what of the punishment? What will become of the man who is judged by these righteous citizens of the court?" asked Gordon dismayed, as he recalled seeing only the face which was his own.

"The punishment will fit the crime- be sure that justice does always prevail", said the woman who held up her knitwear for all to see the pattern and design.

"Accursed you be, if a’cursing you are. If you must look to signs, look for the right ones, and look again at the rest!" said Lawrence, who knew from past experience of the dangers of hastened judgment, which was incorrect.

They looked back to the sign:

THE JURY MAY NOT DISASSEMBLE, NOR MOVE FROM THIS ROOM, UNTIL SUCH A TIME, THAT A VERDICT OF GUILTY BE AGREED UPON.

"You see, gentlemen and ladies of the jury, if I am prohibited to leave this room on these terms, I herewith resign from my obligation of juror, and walk away as a man, with both my freedom and my conscience! Good day!" And so saying, Lawrence withdrew from the room.

Gordon was awash with a certain gratitude. He had felt close to this stranger, Lawrence, close enough to take something from Lawrence that he saw immediately on the man and liked, wanting the same.

The jury disbanded (technically hung), assumed the position of men, each going home with their particular foibles especial to each individual......whilst Gordon left the courthouse well pleased, with his hand in pocket tightly clamped on that lovely little memento he received: a tiny little golden tiepin - an extraordinary example of impeccable good taste!

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