Albion cannot wake from his tortured sleep on his own, nor can he be awoken without his consent. Until conditions are ripe for his restoration he will remain in his deathlike slumber. Los, seeing that Albion is helpless to return to health and wholeness, decides to assume the responsibility of intervening on his behalf. Los will suffer along with Albion, he will build structures in which life may flourish, he will reveal error that it may be rejected, and he will patiently watch for the signs that the dawn is breaking within Albion reborn.
Jerusalem, Plate 38 , (E 184) "They saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against Albion Urizen, cold & scientific: Luvah, pitying & weeping Tharmas, indolent & sullen: Urthona, doubting & despairing Victims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions. They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore; And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico. If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty Groves If we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks! Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptions O God of Albion descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves! Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling around Calling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwells Stretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity: Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over Hells Brooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold. Swelld & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the Divine- Humanity, who is the Only General and Universal Form To which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathy" Jerusalem, Plate 39 , (E 186) "But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime, The Family Divine hover around the darkend Albion. Such is the nature of the Ulro: that whatever enters: Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born. From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath Albion In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation. Forming a Sexual Machine: an Aged Virgin Form, In Erins Land toward the north, joint after joint & burning In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated Los Conjuring him by the Highest that he should Watch over them Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah Strucken with Albions disease they become what they behold; They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion; Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion. Jerusalem, Plate 12, (E 155) Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?. Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose: But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm: What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem? And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors! Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him! But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one! What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon? Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons: Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever. With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow! God is within, & without! he is even in the depths of Hell! Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces!"