|Yale Center for British Art|
Two ancient Gods, Chemosh and Moloch are associated with Hand. Both were notorious for requiring sacrifice. They infected the early Hebrew religion with practices which were later rejected. Although ritualistic sacrifice was eliminated, Hand is the reminder that whenever an attack is made that destroys the opponent, a portion of the Divine Body is sacrificed.
Jerusalem, Plate 18, (E 162) "From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty, There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One: An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, & thirst & sorrow. Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly, Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones (For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls) Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions! The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more! Nor sons! nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table, Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb, And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family. Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree. In self-denial!--But War and deadly contention, Between Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect, May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother. She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House, With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field. Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of Sinners, Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications. Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons." Milton, Plate 36 , (E 137) "Descending down into my Garden, a Human Wonder of God Reaching from heaven to earth a Cloud & Human Form I beheld Milton with astonishment & in him beheld The Monstrous Churches of Beulah, the Gods of Ulro dark Twelve monstrous dishumanizd terrors Synagogues of Satan. A Double Twelve & Thrice Nine: such their divisions. And these their Names & their Places within the Mundane Shell In Tyre & Sidon I saw Baal & Ashtaroth. In Moab Chemosh In Ammon, Molech: loud his Furnaces rage among the Wheels Of Og, & pealing loud the cries of the Victims of Fire! And pale his Priestesses infolded in Veils of Pestilence, border'd With War; Woven in Looms of Tyre & Sidon by beautiful Ashtaroth. In Palestine Dagon, Sea Monster! worshipd o'er the Sea. Thammuz in Lebanon & Rimmon in Damascus curtaind Osiris: Isis: Orus: in Egypt: dark their Tabernacles on Nile Floating with solemn songs, & on the Lakes of Egypt nightly With pomp, even till morning break & Osiris appear in the sky But Belial of Sodom & Gomorrha, obscure Demon of Bribes And secret Assasinations, not worshipd nor adord; but With the finger on the lips & the back turnd to the light And Saturn Jove & Rhea of the Isles of the Sea remote These Twelve Gods. are the Twelve Spectre Sons of the Druid Albion" Jerusalem, Plate 84, (E 243) "The Corner of Broad Street weeps; Poland Street languishes To Great Queen Street & Lincolns Inn, all is distress & woe. [three lines gouged out irrecoverably] The night falls thick Hand comes from Albion in his strength He combines into a Mighty-one the Double Molech & Chemosh"