The end of May 1977 was the occasion for a business visit to Bahrain. During the visit, the feeling that I should spend 24 hours in Jerusalem became overwhelming. A quick visit to the El Al offices revealed that a flight was leaving shortly, and so on June 8, after huge security checks by some splendidly efficient Sabras, I arrived at Tel-Aviv and one hour later I was driving round the walls of the Old City of Jerusalem. For some months before this, Jerusalem had occupied my mind on and off. A colleague had come back with some maps of the city which he gave me. I studied these with interest, for the Druids had spoken of the line, Teheran - Babylon - Jerusalem - Pyramids. I had found the line at the Pyramids and, just before, at Teheran.

I had dowsed the large Mosque in the Bazaar at Teheran and found it to have a square pool in the courtyard in front. Each side had a 49-bar line. Indeed, a subsidiary system within the bar itself on a 7-bar line basis formed a cross under a dome with an octagonal inlet in the roof. Below in the confluence of four main souks was the 7-circle symbol, but the wedge was missing. I was able to restore it. The mosque needed some attention and the south-eastern end of the city. At the western entrance, straddling the main road, is a huge, blue and white monument, built by the Shah recently for the 2,500th anniversary of the founding of the Persian Empire under Darius. There is a blue octagonal projection at the top and the whole is a huge arch, much taller than the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. (*illustration not in typescript) I had noticed, driving in from the airport, that it was in the system and, before leaving, I had the chance to dowse it. The ground plan was thus, all 49-bar lines: (*ground plan) Teheran has a huge avenue as its east-west axis and it has a 49-bar line the length of it. It is crossed by other avenues with 7-bar lines, but I did not have time to study it much. The Iranian Parliament Building is in the system. Somehow the Mosque and Monument connect up in some way which I had not time to work out, but I felt satisfied that once again the Archdruid of France had been shown to be correct. Under the octagon of the Shah's Monument were the 7 circles - complete which was encouraging, but the double E came up barred. This was put right.

All of this strengthened the feeling that I ought to go to Jerusalem, and that the 49-bar line system was bound to go through it and probably through the Rock of Abraham. I wondered again whether the tragic history of the city and its region was not better explained by successive attempts by adepts to gain possession of the Rock for their purposes. What I had noticed was that on the eastern side of the wall, which forms the site of the Rock and where Solomon's Temple was, is a gate called the Golden Gate. The accompanying blurb stated "The Golden Gate is sealed until the coming of the Messiah". I made some investigations into the traditions of the Golden Gate and found out the following information. The Golden Gate is a 7th century Byzantine structure over the earlier site of the Eastern Gate of the Temple Compound. The pillars of the Gate are said to have been given to Solomon by the Queen of Sheba, and Jesus is held to have made his triumphal entry into Jerusalem through this gate. The Jewish tradition was that the Messiah would enter by this gate. After Islam had taken the city and imposed its rule for more than a millenium, the Arabs walled it up as they did not wish for any more Messiahs, Jewish or Christian, to trouble their rule. The general tradition is that its re-opening will herald the Millenium. The thought occurred to me that this legend might well refer to some profound interference with the line system, and that the physical sealing was an outward symbol of an occult act. The theory had been forming in my mind that much of the world's destiny somehow worked itself out in relationship with the line system and, here again, was an example where the public version of history obscured a profound inner truth. As I approached Jerusalem, I switched on the car radio. Almost immediately and unannounced, they played the opening bars of Richard Strauss's 'Also Sprach Zarathustra', better known as the theme music for Stanley Kubrick's 'Space Odyssey 2001'. It was oddly disturbing.

I arrived at the Old City at the Citadel, or David's Tower, and went round in an anti-clockwise direction passing Mount Zion on the left. The evening sun was brilliant, creating deep shadows. I found nothing until I passed the silver dome of the El-Aksa Mosque. From this came a 49-bar line, almost on the axis of the Mosque, but slightly to the south-east. I carried on round and, on the Eastern Wall, there was the Golden Gate. The road passes some 50 feet in front of and below it. I could find nothing. I turned the car round and drove back to where a path leaves the road and goes up to the Gate. As I walked up, the evening sun cast a deep shadow in the valley below, but illuminated brilliantly the golden onion domes of the Russian Orthodox Church of Mary Magdalene, built by Czar Alexander III. Some members of the Russian Royal Family are buried there. It is at the foot of the Mount of Olives. The path ran up through a Moslem cemetery: fresh palm fronds decorated some of the graves: a herd of goats was eating them with enthusiasm, tended by a small Arab boy on a donkey. I noticed some single lines coming in from the right, and down in the valley below I could see the series of tombs of the Valley of Jehoshafat or Kidron which, says a guidebook, are of special interest because of their distinctive shapes. The Valley is also known as the Valley of Kings because David, Solomon and other kings of Israel are believed to have been buried there. It has been a favourite burial ground for Jews for thousands of years since, according to tradition, it is here that the Last Judgment (Joel III, 12) will take place after the trumpets of universal resurrection have sounded. On the left is the tomb called Absalom's Pillar, probably a misnomer, a large mausoleum surmounted by a tapering circular, but not conical, dome. There is Jehoshafat's tomb, and the Bnei Hezir tombs, a grotto in which it is said that James the Lesser hid after Jesus's arrest. The inscription indicates it was the burial place of a Herodian priestly family. To the right of this row is another free-standing mausoleum, like that of Absalom, except that it has a pyramid-shaped roof. The Jews held this to be the tomb of Zechariah, the father of John the Baptist. The right and left mausoleums emitted single lines to the Eastern Wall and I felt that if any major line were to be there, it might well go between them, just as at Blenheim or Fonthill.

I arrived at the front of the Golden Gate and I checked again: there was nothing. I enquired whether I should go ahead. "Yes" I was told. So I did and made the following invocation; "In the name of Tetragrammaton, Elohim, Metatron, all the celestial hierarchy of light, Jesus and the Great Seven, and all that is good in the universe, if it is the Divine Will that this gate be opened and that a line should be here, so let it be. Amen." I dowsed it and a 49-bar line was passing through it. I counted the parallels carefully, and the flow was from the East. Now, it may seem odd but I was strangely unmoved by such an event. At the moment it was as if one had carried out a routine job, just like mending a machine. I turned away and walked down the hill again to the car. The little boy on the donkey accompanied me and asked me if I wanted to photograph him on his donkey. I declined politely. It did not quite seem the moment.

I got into the car again and drove past the gate on the road below. It is difficult to gauge the direction of a line accurately at a functional point as it is expanding, and the angle of expansion is not necessarily an indication of its final direction. Down below on the road in front, I picked up a line wider than any I had ever previously dowsed. I continued round the Old City and picked up another 49-bar line joining it at the Octagonal Tower of the Rockefeller Museum, just outside the Walls. Built in Templar style, it stands on the spot where Godefroy de Bouillon's Crusaders advanced on Jerusalem in 1099. It was built with funds provided by John D. Rockefeller Jr. and opened in 1938 as the Palestine Archaeological Museum. It houses treasures from the pre-historic periods till the Middle Ages, including reliefs from Sennacherib's Palace at Nineveh, the lintels of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, carved doors from the El Aksa Mosque and so on. Completing a circuit of the Old City I found no other line, and the first one I had found from the El Aksa Mosque had disappeared. Of course, this mosque is held to stand on the original site of the Palace of Solomon and served as the headquarters of the Knights Templar. It contains the tombs of the assassins of Thomas . Beckett who came to Jerusalem, who came to Jerusalem to serve with them after the murder. (Curious they should be so honoured after so foul a deed.)

By now it was dark and I sought out my hotel, the Jerusalem Intercontinental. After several false starts and misdirections, I found it, opposite the Golden Gate on the Mount of Olives. On the way to it, I found a new line from the Golden Gate. It seemed to go through a little octagonal church to another behind with a tall tower. I sat down to dinner with the guide to Jerusalem and read that the little octagonal church was the Dome of the Ascension, built encircling the Rock of the Ascension in 380 A.D. as a round structure. In 1187 the Crusaders replaced this simple structure with an octagonal form open to the sky. Moslems later took the shrine and covered it with a cupola, and this was the inspiration for the Dome of the Rock. The Tower of the Ascension, which is another claimant for the site of the Ascension, is of much more recent date, and contains a rock in an associated chapel on which the Virgin Mary is said to have watched the Ascension. Another church nearby, in the same complex, is the Pater Noster Church, which stands on the site of the Grotto where traditionally Jesus is said to have spoken of the destruction of Jerusalem and the nature of the coming Kingdom. It is also the place where the prayer "Our Father" was first taught by Jesus. It is one of the earliest Christian shrines on the Mount of Olives and was erected by Helena, mother of the Emperor Constantine, in 333 A.D.

Later that evening, reading an account of the Ascension, I realised that a line had entered the Golden Gate that evening, 'opening it', so to speak, and that line had come from the point of the Ascension on the Mount of Olives. I was moved to the profoundest depths of my being. Once again, I fell into a curious state of mind, permissible in the circumstances. Supposing I really had been the instrument of something important, supposing I had stumbled across some fundamental truth I only half understood, then I might be meddling and rushing in 'where angels fear to tread'. I shivered. On the other hand, did one really have a choice? My recent experiences had shown me that I had much less free-will in my life than I supposed. Indeed, I could now see that the whole of this story is a result of my having been led quite specifically along this route. At the same time I could have refused to continue, I suppose, but I didn't want to. I kept being told through the Elohim symbol that everything was O.K. and that it should be done - so I could absolve myself, to some extent. If you couldn't trust the Elohim, who could you trust? I suppose most people who had the opportunity of performing a small technical act which might just conceivably, on a million-to-one chance, make some contribution to a possible millenium, would actually go and do it. Anyway, it was done and there it was. It was appropriate, I suppose, that the waiter recommended me a half-bottle of wine from Mount Carmel, the Vineyard of God.

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After dinner I walked around the Arab village on the Mount of Olives in which the Ascension Churches are. It was a maze of narrow streets and I was unable to find a way to Church Tower itself. Making a complete circuit, however, I could find the main line coming out the other side. At the same time I was aware of many triples and the occasional 7-bar line emanating from the central point. I was able to show that this was part of a gigantic sun-wheel pattern with the centre point where the church was. I eventually got to within abut 20 yards of the tower - the spokes were about 200 yards long - and I was able to dowse part of the circumference.

I awoke the next morning at 5.00 a.m. the sun was brilliant, and I rose to look at the silver and gold domes of the two mosques on Mount Moriah, the Temple enclosure. It was a sight full of wonder, the early morning sun tipping the domes with incandescence. No one was about and all was still. Such moments are rare. The coffee shop did not open till 7.30 so I started out to visit certain sites before breakfast. On the way down I found another main line, a little further on from the one from the Ascension Tower. I then realised that to the Golden Gate were going, not one, but two 49-bar lines! This accounted for the extraordinary width I had noticed earlier. Later, I confirmed this was the case. Looking at the map, there is only one possible site to which it might eventually go, the Viri Galilaei, a church on a site where the men of Galilee are said to have watched the Ascension, but I did not have time to go there and prove it. At the same time, I noticed another site on the east of the Mount of Olives which would probably be the continuation of the line through the Ascension Tower - Bathpage or House of Figs. It is said to be the place where the two disciples fetched the ass for Jesus to ride into Jerusalem through the Golden Gate on Palm Sunday. In 1883 the Franciscans erected a little church on the site of an earlier medieval shrine. Before construction, a cubic stone was uncovered which contained paintings and Latin inscriptions relating to the events that took place in that area. It is today the starting point of the Palm Sunday procession!

I proceeded to Mount Zion. It is from here, according to Isaiah's prophecy, "shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem". It houses David's Tomb, one of Judaism's holiest shrines, and venerated equally by Moslems. The tomb is contained in a thick-walled, medieval structure, covered with an embroidered cloth, and was discovered by a Rabbi in 1173. In a Gothic chamber above is the site where Christians believed the Last Supper took place. It was built by Franciscans in 1335. It is also held by some to be the place of the Pentecost where the Holy Ghost appeared to the Apostles. According to Jewish tradition, the Messiah was to come from the House of David. The ram's horn is still blown there regularly in order to awake the sleeping king, as he is the one to open the Gates of Heaven to prayer and hasten the advent of the Messiah. There is also a Basilica of the Dormition, built at the turn of the century and served by Benedictines. It is held to be the site of Mary's death. Also, there is the Cellar of the Holocaust dedicated to the six million Jews who were exterminated in World War II. Thus it is a site of veneration to Jew, Moslem and Christian alike. I visited Mount Zion just as people were stirring. In the area of David's Tomb sweeping up was going on, but it was not open. However, some of the associated vaults could be visited. In two chambers, one which I took to be the Cenaculum, or Last Supper room, I found the 7 circles, but with the wedge missing. I was able to replace it. A sweeper-up pressed two candles upon me and lit them for me in one of the grottoes. My end of the transaction took the form of 10 Israeli Pounds (about 60p), which seemed to please him. Outside the Cellar of the Holocaust was the square stone pillar dedicated to the Jews who died in Bergen-Belsen. A triple-line ran from it to the complex of David's Tomb. Walking around Mount Zion, however, I could find no other indication of activity.

I returned to a hearty breakfast. By now the city was stirring and I went down again to visit the Temple Compound. I entered by the Dung Gate inside which is a narrow ramp to the Temple Compound alongside the Wailing Wall. After paying for my ticket and evading the solicitations of various guides, I completed a circuit of the Compound. The first thing I noticed was that the 49-bar line connected the El Aksa Mosque with the Dome of the Rock. The Dome itself was on a cross of lines, all 49-ers, but the one to the east was running some hundred yards to the east of the Golden Gate. It ran through a wholly unidentifiable square of concrete about 15 metres by 15 metres, then north where there was another slab of similar size, then east to the Gate; some sort of re-routing was occurring. There was no official information about these slabs, but each had a ventilator, and my surmise is that they might be underground water tanks. I followed the line to the Gate or the steps leading down to it. They were blocked by barbed wire. Evidently, even today, no chances were being taken about a Messiah coming through that gate even if the stones were removed.

I went back to the El Aksa mosque, left my shoes and socks outside and went in. I would not call it one of the great mosques of the world but it is redolent of history. It is mentioned in the Koran in a vision of the Ascension of Mohammed and means "the distant place" - far from Mecca. It is Islam's holiest shrine after Mecca and Medina, and is thought to stand over the area where Solomon built his Palace south of the Temple. As the guide-book says: "As such it is of special interest to Freemasons." It was built between 709-715 by Caliph Waleed, son of Abd-el-Malik, who constructed the Dome of the Rock. It was destroyed at various times by earthquakes and not much remains of the original structure - most of the present structure dates from 1034. In the 13th century, it received a distinctive entrance porch with 7 arched doorways corresponding to the 7 aisles within. After the Crusaders captured Jerusalem, it became the headquarters of the Knights Templar. Saladin rededicated it on his recapture of Jerusalem in 1187. In 1951, King Abdullah of Transjordan was assassinated at the entrance, and a pillar still bears the scars of the bullets. It is the focal point of Islamic religious activity in the Holy Land. As I said, it is not an object of great beauty. I padded over the carpeted floor. The 49-bar line ran the length of it to the point below the dome which was roped off to visitors. This must have been the line whose continuance I noted the previous evening but which did not now continue. Coming out, I continued on bare feet across the stone slabs, now warming up in the morning sun towards the Dome of the Rock. Directly between the two, on the connecting 49-bar line, is the circular El Kas fountain, surrounded by taps and stone chairs, at which Muslims will sit to wash their feet before prayer. This fountain is connected to the 34 cisterns in the Temple Compound, which are estimated to contain 10 million gallons of water.

And so to the Dome of the Rock. It is a breathtaking building from the outside and exquisitely beautiful from the inside. It is an octagonal form surmounted by a Golden Dome. The story goes that Caliph Omar, on capturing Jerusalem in 637, was shocked at the filth and rubble that lay about Mount Moriah and, as a punishment for neglecting such a holy site, he made the Christian Patriarch Sephronius grovel in the muck. Then he set about clearing the site with his own hands and built a wooden mosque. The present most beautiful building is the work of his son, Abd-el-Malik, who based it on the 4th century shrine on the Mount of Olives, commemorating the Ascension of Jesus as we noted earlier. It must be one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, and certainly the most beautiful octagonal building. The Christians used it as a shrine after the Crusaders captured Jerusalem and it was served by the Knights Templar, who dubbed it the "Templum Domini". Saladin, again, rededicated on his recapture of the city. The outside of the building is covered with blue and white tiles from Persia, and inside is the Dome - and here the guide book cannot be bettered - "is a glorious blaze of red, black and gold stucco". It contains many beautiful stained glass windows, the whole decorated with those marvellous interweaving patterns essential in Islamic Art. A thing of beauty to rejoice the soul! All this is to side-track one from its real purpose - the placing of an octagonal structure over the Rock of Abraham. And inside, with a circular wooden surround, is the Rock itself - the very pivot of three of the great cultures and religions of the world. In Judaeo-Christian and Islamic tradition it is the Rock where Abraham offered Isaac, his son, in sacrifice to Jehovah, to be told that such barbarities were no longer necessary. An indentation on the Rock's surface is held to be the footprint left by Mohammed when he leapt to heaven. It was the sanctuary for the first and second Temples of the Jews. God instructed Solomon to build the First Temple there. What is striking is that this rock is central to the mystical dramas of Judaism, Christianity and Islam. The 49-bar lines can be dowsed coming into or going out of the Rock itself : a final piece of evidence for me that the line system is crucial to all valid forms of religion, apart from its other significances. Maps of the Medieval world show Jerusalem as the centre of the World. They may not have been making a geographical point.

There is a stairway leading down beneath the Rock. It contains grottoes which are the traditional places of prayer of Elijah, Abraham, David and Solomon. Muslims call this cave the "Well of Souls" and the dead are supposed to meet there twice a week to pray. When I went down, there were only American tourists. I waited for them to leave. On the floor in mosaic is a circle. In the centre is a small star with a hole in the middle. I dowsed the 7 circles within it. They were complete. I stood alone and, touching the Rock above, made a prayer, identical to the one I made outside the Golden Gate with the following exceptions or additions: "Let the Millennium begin, if it is Thy Will" and then, so suddenly that it startled me, because the thought was never further from my mind, "Let Satan be banished forever from this Planet". At that moment occurred what I took to be a sonic boom from an Israeli jet fighter training somewhere above. I left the cave and, above in the Mosque, all hell was let loose, if you'll pardon the expression. People were shouting and running with fire hoses. I asked an official what was happening. "A routine fire-practice" he said. Somewhat bewildered, I went my way. I noticed on going out that the Mosque itself had many symbols on the extension and on the floors of the entrances. They are thus: (*illustration not in typescript)

I returned whence I had come and went in search of the Via Dolorosa. A small boy took charge of me and said he thought I was looking for the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. I let him take me there. A small contribution sent him away smiling. The Church of the Holy Sepulchre is a chaotic mess, architecturally and theologically speaking. Today's chaos arises out of the fact that when Saladin took Jerusalem, he allowed Christians to continue to use the shrine but retained the right to grant entry, and so it is still today. Moslems have, apparently arbitrarily, apportioned rights to possession of the shrine to Roman Catholics, Greek Orthodox, Armenians, Coptics, Syrians and Abyssinians on a rotational basis. Since reconstruction can only arise from possession, and knowing that Christian sects never agree with one another, the present state of disrepair can readily be comprehended. It is in a sad state. I entered and wandered around. Within the area of the Seven Arches of the Virgin (the remains of the 11th century construction) one could dowse 3 circles, empty.

I entered the Holy Sepulchre itself but it was well guarded and one could not do anything untoward. It was not beautiful but it was moving. Going around the back of it, I was assailed by a man in some unfamiliar religious garb, who was no more nor less than a tout, and quick as a flash, just like that, as Tommy Cooper would have said, he had me inside, on my knees (no choice for it is only a few feet high) in a small enclosure. In broken English, he told me here was the Tomb of Jesus, and opening a small door there was the edge of a tomb on which were placed many religious artefacts, and notes of various denominations. He pressed upon me a crude crucifix, a small medal of the Baby Jesus and a bottle of oil. I succeeded in pendulum dowsing the oil in that cramped space, under the guise of some private devotion, and received a good indication. I asked for another and was given it on condition I made a further contribution to the 20 Israeli pounds I had already placed on the Tomb. Someone else was waiting to enter and I was quickly urged out. This strange little room is referred to as the Coptic Chapel. I dowsed it with the rod and found that a 49-bar line was emanating from it.

Somewhat bemused by this experience of religious hustling, I came to the Chapel of Mary Magdalene, next to the Holy Sepulchre to the north. Clerics in different garbs were going to and fro. What took my eye was the black and white tiled floor. There were two circles. I dowsed the 7 circles within them, entire. In between the two was the following motif: (*illustration) I was overcome: there it was, at last in black and white stone, in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, the double-cube symbol, the resolved double E of the Elohim, the first time I had seen it anywhere (other than dowsing it) - and a new dimension I had now worked out - two of them together make the equal-armed cross of the Cathars and the Knights Templar. Of course, more importantly, it was also the symbol on the Grail Stone. "Good-night", as Michael Bentine would have said!

The Via Dolorosa is really made up of five streets in a step formation and following them back, I dowsed a 49-bar line from the eastern end of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. It did not follow the route but out through it, in a straight line, finishing at Station II, the Chapel of the Condemnation. I picked it up at the appropriate points on the way through. It passed through Station V where Simon of Cyrene was forced to carry the cross. There is a huge underground cistern in this area. There is no doubt that the original Via Dolorosa followed a different route from the present one, but it was extraordinary to find that this fundamental drama of the Christian faith appears to have been carried out on a 49-bar line; once again, I reflected on how history and the line system are inextricably interwoven. At this point, I went off to lunch completing a circuit of the walls again. Two things had changed. There was now a 49-bar line coming out of Mount Zion and another out of the Citadel-David's Tower at the Jaffa Gate, which gave me much to ponder about.

One of the things that had struck me most forcibly about the tourist leaflet on Jerusalem was a picture of the Shrine of the Book, where the Dead Sea Scrolls are housed. It is brilliant white and its shape is exactly like the accepted shape of a flying saucer. It was as if one had landed in Jerusalem in the grounds of the Israel Museum. Everybody knows the story of the finding of the Scrolls at Qumran on the Dead Sea in 1947. The shape of the Shrine is based on the form of the lids which sealed the jars in which the scrolls were found. And it is white because the Qumram Sect, whose scrolls they were, regarded themselves as Sons of Light while everyone else were Sons of Darkness. The Shrine is close to the Knesset, the Israeli Parliament, which was built with funds willed by James de Rothschild in 1957. It was put into service in 1966. Anything built by the Rothschilds, as we know, is worth investigating. By the time I arrived at the Shrine of the Book it was closed, but I was able to dowse around it. And what I found at first confused me. Between the Shrine and the Knesset were two parallel 49-bar lines! The only other place I had dowsed such a thing was between the Pyramids of Kefren and Cheops. On the other side was a single 49-bar line and following the angle it appeared to run to a similar building to the Shrine. This again was white and circular, rather like a huge white onion, upside down in the earth. This was the Israeli Goldstein Synagogue in the grounds of the Hebrew University. I drove round the Knesset Building and noted a 7-bar line joining it to the main buildings of the Hebrew University. Round the other side, the twin 49-bar lines could be found again. It was not possible to get nearer the Knesset Building.

I returned to the Citadel, parked the car and dowsed on foot, so that I could see what had happened. Because of the fact that these very large lines taper down at a functional point, I had passed across the two which were coming together and narrowing down and giving the impression, on a quick dowse, of being one. At the Citadel itself, they diverged. One went to the Holy Sepulchre Church and would have been the one that I had earlier dowsed at the supposed Tomb of Jesus. The other went to the Dome of the Rock. The flow I had noted was from the Shrine of the Book to the Knesset. Now the principal monuments of all these cultures and religions could all be shown to be integrated within the line system. The 49-bar line system in Jerusalem could be shown to link the site of Jesus' Ascension, the Dome of the Rock, the Holy Sepulchre Church, a new synagogue, the Shrine of the Book, the Knesset, David's Citadel and the El Aksa Mosque, indicating the common nature of their religious mysteries. And yet Israeli schoolteachers, taking their broods through the Old City, were armed with sub-machine guns, and everybody is still threatening everybody else with fire and destruction. A bomb went off in the new city that afternoon, happily doing no damage.

In the evening sun I drove round the walls for the last time. I stopped at Mount Zion. The flow of the line was outwards. Returning to the hotel, I stood on the terrace overlooking the Old City, and enquired what more needed to be done and elucidated that switching-on the new system would be a good thing. So I prayed in the established formula that the light might now go forth into the world from Jerusalem according to the Divine Purpose. I expected this to produce the double-cube symbol everywhere: instead it produced the 7-circles. Never had this symbol been produced when switching on before. I felt it to be good. On the early drive to Tel Aviv the next morning, the symbols were there all the way. Through the El-Al security checks. "Hope you enjoyed your short stay", said the passport man. Shalom! The 7-circles were in Rome Airport where I changed for Madrid, and in Madrid I could dowse that the whole Mediterranean was covered.

What I have written here may well strike the reader as a reasonably well-written travelogue of a day in Jerusalem, by a religious megalomaniac who ought to be put out of harm's way. I would not be surprised. All I can say is that it is a scrupulously truthful account of what I saw, felt and did that day, and I hope that I have earlier provided the reader with some logical basis for why I did the things I did. It may all be rubbish, high class rubbish, at least. You need a bit of ability to produce rubbish of this calibre! As I recorded it after the visit I did not feel myself to have indulged in delusions of religious megalomania. I prefer to think that the reasoning is the same as that which makes one call the doctor in the middle of the night because a child has a high temperature. I suppose that I could not take the chance that, faced with the possibility of making the most terrible fool of myself, I neglected to do something that just possibly might improve our lot on this planet. Anyway it is done. What the results might be, time alone can tell. I cannot believe any harm will result.