When Beethoven, our Moses, was not yet six years old, Dr. Benjamin Franklin – another Moses – found himself in the old State House in Philadelphia listening to a mysterious infiltrator deliver an impassioned speech. The unknown man spoke as though he had divine authority. In The Secret Destiny of America, Manly P. Hall writes that an exceedingly rare document belonging to one A. P. Warrington records the instance abbreviated below which allegedly happened on July 4th, 1776.
While the colonial delegates discussed how they might be punished should their sacred conspiracy be discovered, the master orator stood and spoke, imploring them to sign the Declaration of Independence. He said that the parchment was inscribed with the immortal words of God. After referring to their successes at Bunker Hill and Lexington, it seems the unknown entered an ecstatic, visionary state. Thus he spoke:
… methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil the brightness of Jehovah’s throne. Methinks I see the recording Angel come trembling up to that throne and speak his dread message. “Father, the old world is baptized in blood. Father, look with one glance of Thine eternal eye, and behold evermore that terrible sight, man trodden beneath the oppressor’s feet, nations lost in blood, murder and superstition, walking hand in hand over the graves of the victims, and not a single voice of hope to man!” He stands there, the Angel, trembling with the record of human guilt. But hark! The voice of God speaks from out the awful cloud: “Let there be light again! Tell my people, the poor and oppressed, to go out from the old world, from oppression and blood, and build my alter in the new.”
He concluded by saying that if he were about to vanish for all eternity, with his last breath, he would “implore you to remember this truth – God has given America to be free!” With this, the delegates rushed to the parchment and signed, but when they turned around to thank the mysterious orator, he was gone. Although every exit was guarded, no one saw him depart. No one present ever admitted to knowing who he was.
Now if that weren’t strange enough, let me tell you about Dr. Franklin’s research into electricity and his correspondence with Dr. Franz Mesmer of the University of Ingolstadt in Bavaria. To provide proof of this would reveal my source’s identity to the enemies who unknowingly surround him. By 1752, Franklin had determined that lightening was, in fact, electric by charging a Leyden jar with it. Although the following makes no sense to me, I was told he later reasoned that lightening is associated with Jehovah, cognate of ‘Jove,’ another name for Jupiter, phonetically Deus Pater, viz. God the Father and that the power of Kings was derived from a divine “electric fire” in antiquity. Moreover, this potency had been decaying for some time and many aristocrats and possibly even royals no longer had practical understanding of it!
Meanwhile, Dr. Mesmer was to become one of the most unappreciated martyrs in history. He would selflessly desecrate his name and his entire career for a noble cause still unfolding today. You see, Mesmer was all too aware that his theories and experiments regarding animal magnetism were unscientific. Scientific and medical inquiry were never their purpose. No, mesmerism was originally a technique whereby proto-Romantics could analyze aristocratic circles and see which of the members were causes and which were effects. I don’t know how else to say it. After observing the extent to which fluid movements could be induced in bodies, and by interpreting this in light of both the observers’ characteristics and the rank of the observed, the original “magnetizers” formed their opinions. These were recorded on lists which were circulated amongst the like-minded. Ties were cut and new bonds were forged as the laborers consolidated their organization and damned the charlatans to work on humiliating projects.
Those who could not consciously apprehend the practice’s true purpose became outraged. The skeptics crawled out of the woodwork like cockroaches to fulfil their office. In a blunder that would later get him killed, King Louis XVI of France would assemble a 1784 committee tasked with determining the veracity of Mesmer’s claim that an animal-magnetic force existed. Ultimately it would determine the veracity of the King’s claim to the throne!
He gathered some of the finest scientific minds of the age: the brilliant chemist Anton Lavoisier, Dr. Franklin of the newly founded republic, astronomer Jean Silvain Bailly (who would later preside over the Tennis Court Oath) and most ironically, the physician Dr. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin. These four were in cahoots with Mesmer the whole time and, according to the plan, outwardly condemned him as a fraud. The monarch took the bait and showed his hand, revealing complete ignorance of the power that once legitimized the Ancien Régime. The results of this social-scientific experiment would embolden the liberals who later carried out the French Revolution, which, despite its problems, was a necessary episode.
What, you may be wondering, has any of this to do with Romanticism? Some of the described events occurred before The Sufferings of Young Werther was even published. Let us employ this work in illustrating how Dr. Franklin’s actions and the actions of his associates are part of the Romantic movement. The Count in Goethe’s epistolary novel recognizes that Werther is of the bioelectric aristocracy, which is not of blood but of spirit. Werther has sworn never to relinquish this faculty and the Count is indebted to him therefore, according to Natural Law. However, at the Count’s banquet, the pseudo-aristocratic impostors are offended because Werther is ignorant of their arbitrary decorum. Ultimately, this hero’s blood is on their hands, for it is the state’s failure that it could not accept Werther’s rule. With no help and no place in the world to accept him, he must take his own life – on the darkest day of the year no less!
Thus the raison d’être of our movement is purgation. We endeavor to force those set up in the shadow of ignorance to expose themselves. This is accomplished by engineering a commotion, a mad hysterical dance whose attraction only God’s elect can withstand – and this through the liberation of energies bound in all devices of deception. All conspirators who stand in the way of fulfilling Lord Bacon’s vision of a Romantic empire will be routed out … routed out not by us Romantics, but by themselves voluntarily. Now the whole world has become Bayreuth and Wagner is conducting his festspiele from beyond the grave.
Begin: Götterdämmerung, Act III, Scene Three!
Brünnhilde immolates herself on the hero’s funeral pyre.
The Rhine overflows its banks and baptizes the new world.
Hagen’s last line: “Give back the Ring!”
He doesn’t know what he’s saying!