Tuesday 29 August 2017

In the Arms of Orion





Orion's arms are wide enough
To hold us both together
Although we're worlds apart
I'd cross the stars for you

"In the heart of a sleepless moon"
"I'll be with you forever"
"This is my destiny"
"'Till my life is through"

[Chorus]
The arms of Orion that's where I want to be
Since you've been gone
I've been searching for a lover
In the Sea of Tranquility
I'm drowning without you here, my dear

When I am lost and feeling alone
I just look to heaven
I find my comfort there
God only knows where you are to night

"God only knows where you are to night"
"Maybe time will tell me"
"'Till then I'll close my eyes and say a prayer for you"
(I'll say a prayer for you to)

[Chorus]

Orion's heart is bright enough
To shine on both of us
The constellations never fail
To light the way for love

'Orion's arms are wide enough'
To hold us both together
"Although we're worlds apart"
('I'd cross the stars for you')
"I'd cross the stars for you"

[Chorus]

The arms of Orion that's where I want to be
"Since you've been gone I've been drowning" ('lost')
"In the sea of tranquility" ('lonely')
"Drowning without you here my dear" ('baby')

The arms of Orion'
That's where I want to be
That's where I want to be ("the arms of Orion")
That's where I want to be ("the arms of Orion")
Since you've been gone, babe'
"Since you've been gone"
"I've been drowning", ('drowning') "drowning"
Drowning without your love
"The arms of Orion" ('arms of Orion')

Dog Days




"On 23 July 1973, I had the impression that I was being contacted by some sort of advanced intellect from the system of the double star Sirius. [...] 


On 23 July, ancient Egyptian priests began a series of rituals to Sirius, continuing until 8 September. 

Since Sirius is known as the “Dog Star”, being in the constellation Canis Major, the period 23 July – 8 September became known as 'the dog days.' [...] 


On 23 July 1976, using a battery of yogic and shamanic techniques, I opened myself to another blast of Cosmic Wisdom and told the Transmitters that I wanted something objective this time around. 

The next week, Time magazine published a full-page review of Robert KG Temple’s 

The Sirius Mystery, which claims that contact between Earth and Sirius occurred around 4500 BC in the Near East. The 23 July festivals in Egypt were part of Temple’s evidence."




....Nevertheless, this history contains certain questions, and descriptions of real events; and in the same way as mathematicians say that the rainbow is the image of the sun, variously coloured through the reflection of the image upon the cloud, so the legend before us is a kind of reflection of a history reflecting the true meaning upon other things;

as is shown forth by the sacrifices containing a representation of mourning and sadness

as also by the ground plan of the temples, in some parts spreading out into colonnades, and courts open to the sky and lightsome, in others having under ground hidden and dark galleries (like that at Thebes), and halls as well; and above all, by the belief of the Osiris worshippers, where his body is said to be deposited in several places at once. 

Abydos, perhaps, or the little town Memphis, they say, is celebrated for possessing the only true body: and that at Abydos are buried the rich and noble of the Egyptians, ambitious to share the burial place of Osiris’ body, whilst in Memphis is kept the Apis, the "Image of the soul of Osiris," where his body also is said to lie.

XXI. That city's name also some interpret as "Harbour of good things," others as "Tomb of Osiris;"


but the "Nisbitane" placed close to the gates, is universally shunned and unapproachable, not even a bird perches upon it, nor a fish comes up to itbut at a particular season the priests cross over, and offer burnt offerings, and crown the monument which is overshadowed with the shrub called "methides," and exceeding in size any olive tree. 


But Eudoxus states that though there are many so-called Tombs in Egypt, yet that the true monument was erected at Busiris, for that that was the birthplace of Osiris; 

for thy name "Taphosiris" requires no explanation since the name itself means "Tomb of Osiris." 

I approve of the chopping of wood, 1 the cutting down of flax, the pouring out of libation, inasmuch as the generality of mystic rites are interspersed with these ceremonies, and not only the priests of this, but also of the other gods (that is of all that are not unborn and incorruptible) assert that their bodies are deposited with them, and are taken care of after their decease, but that their souls shine in Heaven as stars; 

and that of Isis so called by the Greeks the Dog-star, but by the Egyptians Sothis; that of Horus, Orion, that of Typhon, the Bear, and towards the keep of the sacred animals, all the rest of Egypt pay an assessment, but the inhabitants of the Thebaid alone refuse to pay, because they do not hold with mortal deities; 

but with them whom they themselves call "Kneph," who is unborn and incorruptible.


Since many places of the sort are called and shown as divine Tombs, those who suppose them to be in reality those of kings and tyrants (who by reason of their extraordinary merit, or power, had arrogated honours to themselves by the fame of their superhuman nature, and had afterwards shared the common lot), whose terrible or mighty deeds or fates are thus commemorated, such persons find a very easy evasion of the legend, and shift its indecency from the gods upon men; and they obtain support from the religious rites. 

For the Egyptians relate that Hermes had one arm bent so that it could not be straightened, that Typhon was red in complexion, Horus white, and that Osiris was black skinned—just as so many men born in the course of nature. 

Besides, they call a general "Osiris," and a pilot "Canopus" (after whom the star is named); also that the ship which the Greeks call the Argo, was the representation of the bark of Osiris, made a constellation of in his honour; and it moves along at no great distance from Orion and the Dog-star, of which the Egyptians hold the one to be sacred to Horus, the other to Isis.

The Sanyassin : Robert E. Howard





"Robert Howard, who was a strange bird from Texas, wrote all these great stories, originating in pulp, I believe. 

He had a great gift for this perverse mythos of Darkness and Death, raging mad Wagnerian mentality."


Oliver Stone


"He was convinced, y'know, that the town wanted to exterminate him, and this kind of thing, and he'd go home and board up his windows, load rifles and, y'know just a complete NUT.


But the best part, is that he's alone one night, and he feels a shadow overtake him from behind - and he knows that Conan is standing behind him, with a large axe

Conan tells him 'Just stay there and write, and if you don't do exact what I'm going to tell you, I'm going to cleave you down the middle.'

And he's so terrified, because Conan exudes so much power, and fear, and he can just see the axe glinting in his peripheral vision, y'know, that he just writes all night.


And, of course, with the Coming of Dawn, he turns around finally, and Conan is gone.

So he just falls upon the floor, completely spent. And he realises, "I only have to sleep for a few hours, because then I must fortify myself for when darkness comes again, so will Conan...."

And of course, Conan did, and he wrote almost all of these stories in a very short period of time because Conan was standing over him with an axe!


And I've always felt this way myself! [chuckles]

- John Milnius.

Reflections about the Death of Robert E. Howard

The article "Reflections about the Death of Robert E. Howard" was originally published as a chapter in Javier Martín Lalanda, La canción de las espadas: fantasía heroica en Robert E. Howard, Tiempo de Ediciones S. A., Madrid, 1983, p. 144-147, and appears here with the author's kind permission. Notes by the translator are enclosed between square brackets. 
By Javier Martín Lalanda
© 1983, 2003 by Javier Martín Lalanda. All rights reserved.
English translation by Josep Parache.


The 16th June 1936 Robert E. Howard put an end to his life. His friend H. P. Lovecraft pointed out the causes of his suicide: a great depression provoked by the impending death of his mother.

Suicide is usually linked to cowardice, but this is a conventional idea of conventional people. We know that the Howard that is revealed in his writings was in no way a coward. 

The love for his mother and the great dependence on her have been mentioned as the causes of his suicide. 

However, it should be investigated if it was a murder commited by somebody who, knowing his instability, took advantage of his motherâs impending death in order to do away with him. 

It has been suggested that Howard carried a gun as a consequence of his paranoia because he thought his numerous enemies, who have been considered as imaginary, wanted to kill him. 

But the matter at issue is to think whether those enemies existed and could murder him. An investigation, not exactly literary, would then be necessary.


Considering the other hypothesis, the traditionally admitted one, the one of suicide, I have gone through a few autobiographical texts which are quite pithy because they cast light on it. In one of these writings, A Touch of Trivia, we read about his complicated ancestry:

"There is not one foot of British ground, not one handsbreadth of soil in England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales that has not been drenched with blood÷my own blood÷the same that courses through my veins. In every war, I have had kin on both sides. (·) Well, I am largely Gaelic; Irish, and Scotch-Irish, and Norman-Irish, and Anglo-Irish, and straight Norman, with a touch of the Dane÷Dano-Irish, from a red-headed great-grandmother. Mainly I am Irish and Norman, with the Irish predominating." (1)


As a result of these words it is logical that the theories and longings of Howard÷who, by the way, occasionally signed in Gaelic as Raibeard Eiarbhin hui Howard÷on his Celto-Germanic ancestors took the form of the essay The Hyborian Age, whose aim was to provide the character of Conan÷his other self, as we shall see÷with his forbears.

Let us keep on reading because he goes on to dwell on an interesting question÷his dreams:

"I have lived in the Southwest all my life, yet most of my dreams are laid in cold, giant lands of icy wastes and gloomy skies, and of wild, windswept fens and wilderness over which sweep great sea-winds, and which are inhabited by shock-headed savages with light fierce eyes. 

With the exception of one dream, I am never, in these dreams of ancient times, a civilized man. 

Always I am the barbarian, the skin-clad, tousle-haired, light-eyed wild man, armed with a rude axe or sword, fighting the elements and wild beasts, or grappling with armored hosts marching with the tread of civilized discipline, from fallow fruitful lands and walled cities.

 This is reflected in my writings, too, for when I begin a tale of old times, I always find myself instinctively arrayed on the side of the barbarian, against the powers of organized civilization." (2)


In his works we have seen ancient societies, extinct races, decaying ages and so on, praising the quietness of primitivism versus the progress and the laws that complicate our existence. However, it is not a nostalgic remembrance of the golden age, since such an age did not exist for Howard, but the acknowledgement of a time when societies were not "corrupted" by abuse and deceit, which have been created, according to him, by civilization.

In addition to that instinct that makes him side with the barbarian, there is more, as we can observe reading the letter to Clark Ashton Smith of 14th December 1933:

"While I donât go so far as to believe that stories are inspired by actually existent spirits or powers (though I am rather opposed to flatly denying anything) I have sometimes wondered if it were possible that unrecognized forces of the past or present÷or even the future÷work through the thoughts and actions of living men. This occurred to me when I was writing the first stories of the Conan series especially. I know that for months I had been absolutely barren of ideas, completely unable to work up anything sellable. 

Then the man Conan seemed suddenly to grow up in my mind without much labor on my part and immediately a stream of stories flowed off my pen÷or rather, off my typewriter÷almost without effort on my part. 

I did not seem to be creating, but rather relating events that had occurred. Episode crowded on episode so fast that I could scarcely keep up with them. 

For weeks I did nothing but write of the adventures of Conan. The character took complete possession of my mind and crowded out everything else in the way of story-writing. 

When I deliberately tried to write something else, I couldnât do it. I do not attempt to explain this by esoteric or occult means, but the facts remain. I still write of Conan more powerfully and with more understanding than any of my other characters. 

But the time will probably come when I will suddenly find myself unable to write convincingly of him at all. 

That has happened in the past with nearly all my rather numerous characters; suddenly I would find myself out of contact with the conception, as if the man himself had been standing at my shoulder directing my efforts, and had suddenly turned and gone away, leaving me to search for another character." (3)


It seems that at first Howard thought that his characters were a consequence of his dreams and of an ancestral memory that was revealed by them. The text firstly quoted is analogous to another, Turlogh OâBrienâs dream, but above all to the description of the land of the dead, according to the Cimmerian religion, which Conan made to Belit in Queen of the Black Coast (4) and which was discussed above. The dates of composition of Conanâs description, Turloghâs fragment and the letter to Clark Ashton Smith must be almost coincidental: the first days of 1934, a date near to the composition of The Valley of the Worm (5), the main and also the first James Allison story to be written. 

However, in the letter, the echo of a certain amazement of its author regarding the possession which his character Conan took of him can be observed. 

Some time afterwards, in another letter addressed to the same writer, Howard seems to deny what he had previously told him, resorting to rationalizations that seem naïve. Thus he wrote to him the 23rd July 1935:

"It may sound fantastic to link the term "realism" with Conan; but as a matter of fact÷his supernatural adventures aside÷he is the most realistic character I ever evolved. 

He is simply a combination of a number of men I have known, and I think thatâs why he seemed to step full-grown into my consciousness when I wrote the first yarn of the series. 

Some mechanism in my sub-consciousness took the dominant characteristics of various prizefighters, gunmen, bootleggers, oil field bullies, gamblers, an honest workmen I had come in contact with, and combining them all, produced the amalgamation I call Conan the Cimmerian." (6)

We have the feeling that Howard is contradicting himself. His words sound false. Of what is he afraid? It seems obvious that an invisible force acts on the writer. There is a desire for death, symbolized by the return to the origins, manifest in his dreams and in his characters, who go backwards in time until they catch up with Conan, whose world Howard struggles to realize, writing his essay on the Hyborian Age. 

What has been said about the necromancers and magicians who tried to recreate death, in the chapter dedicated to the Cimmerian, can be claimed for Howard, for his essay The Hyborian Age could be regarded as induced by delirium. It has clearly been seen÷Howard himself wrote it÷that the author was in conflict with himself, with one of his parts. This imbalance could have led him to his death.

If these explanations of psychoanalytic character are not accepted, we can have recourse to a different point of view, which will suit more those who say that what should be applied to Howard are the so-called "traditional" methods, since he was a traditional man, with more knowledge on the old than on the modern. Well then, in the work of Julius Evola, which bears the thought-provoking title of Rivolta contro il mondo moderno÷where the question is analized of why man is now different from what he was in the past, and where the author uses a great deal of borrowings from magic, mythology, history and other sciences, which are all put together in a synthesis in comparison with which The Hyborian Age does not seem so far-fetched at all÷particularly in chapter 8 of the first part, "Le due vie dellâoltretomba" ("The Two Paths in the Afterlife"), we can find similarities to what we read in the letter we are discussing

Evola says that according to all cultures (but Christianity), man was made up of body, the conscious "I" (which was called personality), and a third part analogous to the latter, which the Greeks called "daemon" and which has nothing to do with the Christian demon:

"When man is considered from a naturalistic point of view, the demon, could be defined as the deep force that originally produced consciousness in the finite form that is the body in which it lives during its residence in the visible world. This force eventually remains "behind" the individual, in the preconscious and in the subconscious dimensions, as the foundation of organic processes and subtle relations with the environment, other beings, and with past and future destiny; these relations usually elude any direct perception. 

In this regard, in many traditions the demon corresponds to the so-called double, which is perhaps a reference to the soul of the soul or the body itself; this "double" has also often been closely associated with the primordial ancestor or with the totem conceived as the soul and the unitary life that generated a stock, a family, a gens, or a tribe, and therefore it has a broader sense than the one given to it by some schools of contemporary ethnology. 

The single individuals of a group appear as various incarnations or emanations of this demon or totem, which is the "spirit" pulsating in their blood." (7)

In his cryptic way Evola goes on to explain how after death this part of the individual, the daemon, is integrated itself with the totem, and thus it reaches a kind of immortality linked not to the individual but to the species. This is what has been designated as the "path of the ancestors".
In addition, in all traditions it is hinted at the possibility of reaching, by means of a deed of heroic nature, a bodiless immortality, since the body always disappears after death. This immortality could be reached as long as a strong linkage between the "I" and the daemon existed, the double being the location or body of the "I". The old Germans thought that way when they thought that after dying in battle they were led to Walhalla. Obviously this kind of immortality is within the sorcererâs reach. We wonder whether Belit, who supposedly died heroically in her fight against the winged being, reached immortality and could in that way return in order to help her lover.

To comment further on the results of this investigation based on the "traditional" point of view, it could be said that Howard was controlled÷we do not know the reason÷by his daemon, which was closely linked to his ancestors, and this was useful for him in the creation of his characters. However, from that moment on when these characters began to prevail over him÷particularly Conan, whose entity he wanted to reject÷his suffering and imbalance began. Thus when his mother died, just an accident in the drama, he killed himself.
It is not a coincidence that one of his last stories, maybe the very last one, is Red Nails (finished in 1935), in which one could feel the smell of death, maybe his own death. We have already seen how in it the two factions of Xuchotl ended up destroying each other. The city eventually remains deserted. The end for Howard is death as well.

Is not the weapon used by Tolkemec, the only firearm that can be found in the Conan stories penned by Howard, a bit out of context, an image of the gun that he used to put an end to his life? In addition, Tolkemec, almost a devil, who comes out of the graves, learning from the secrets and the knowledge of his ancestors, reminds us of the daemon. Does the partition of Xuchotl into two areas, East and West, correspond to the partition of Howard into Howard the man and Howardâs double, the writer? If it was like that, Howard would have behaved like his heroes, fighting without mercy to the death. His suicide would have been the result of his fight.


NOTES
(1) [Glenn Lord, The Last Celt, Berkley, New York, 1977, p. 34.]

(2) [From "On Reading ö and Writing", in Lord, p. 51. Originally it was a passage from a letter of Howard to Lovecraft of circa late May-early June 1932.]

(3) [Lord, p. 57. Letter dated in Sprague de Camp, Literary Swordsmen and Sorcerers, Arkham House, Sauk City, 1976, p. 297.]

(4) [Queen of the Black Coast, published in Weird Tales, May 1934.]

(5) [The Valley of the Worm, published in Weird Tales, February 1934.] 

(6) [Lord, p. 58. Letter dated in Sprague de Camp, Literary Swordsmen and Sorcerers, Arkham House, Sauk City, 1976, p. 296.]

(7) Rivolta contro il mondo moderno, Ed. Mediterranee, Roma, [1969]. It has been recently reprinted [1974, 1976, 1982, 1984 and 1993]. It has only been translated into French with the title of Révolte contre le monde moderne, Les Éditions de lâHomme, [Montreal-Brussels, 1972], distributed by Hachette.

[There is an English translation: Julius Evola, Revolt against the Modern World, Inner Traditions International, Rochester, 1995. The quotation is from p. 47-48.]





The Qualities of a Sannyasin

No two sannyasins are the same. 

They each express themselves and attain realisation in a way which depends on their own personality and samskaras. As each sannyasin progresses, his quest becomes clearer and clearer before his mind. He begins to embody higher values and attitudes which reflect a spontaneously growing spiritual awareness and an expanding conception of himself, his aim, and his mission in life.

Aiming high

The sannyasin seeks perfection by doing his best in whatever he is engaged. This is the essence of sannyas life. The sannyasin who is satisfied with second best or who doesn't really try, cannot progress. He has to try to the best of his ability in every activity and under all circumstances, whether adverse or otherwise. He has to seek and aim for perfection, not in others, but in himself.

Perfecting sannyas involves two things: feeling and willpower. It is the whispering voice of inner feeling that tells if one is doing the right thing or the wrong thing, saying the right thing or the wrong thing. It tells the sannyasin when to act and when not to act, when to speak and when not to speak. When the path of right action is known, then all of his energy is thrown into doing and accomplishing what has to be done. This is willpower, which increases according to the degree that he feels, or knows that the actions are correct. Inappropriate actions sap the energy whereas appropriate actions replenish and increase willpower and energy. It is the aim of all sannyasins to become impeccable.

The mission of a sannyasin

The sannyasin is dedicated to self-realization. He seeks to make himself 'real'; to fully accept responsibility and control of his health, his mind and his destiny. For a sannyasin, it is not enough to believe in second-hand dogmas, nor to half-heartedly practice religions or rituals. He seeks direct perception of the truth in his life, without support from any external agency. He seeks to embody the highest state of consciousness, and he will not be satisfied with anything less. He chooses to live in an ashram environment where his mind will be laid bare of all its preconceptions and false beliefs; where he will confront all his inadequacies and problems directly.

He seeks the assistance and guidance of his guru, who has trod the path before him, and has direct perception of the highest reality. For a sannyasin, only the guidance of an enlightened man of knowledge is acceptable. The sannyasins mission is to serve his guru, and the guru's mission is to serve all mankind. He lives a higher life on the earthly plane, not for himself, but for the only self that really exists, the universal self which underlies all of creation and is reflected in every individual. In the guru's service, the sannyasin learns to work with absolute dedication, but without emotional involvement, accepting the limitations of others, while leading an exemplary life amongst them.

The sadhana of a sannyasin

For the sannyasin, the whole of life becomes sadhana. Every event and every incident is an object of awareness, and no special times, places or activities are considered any more beneficial spiritually than any others. For the sannyasin, if God dwells in the temple, then he surely dwells just as much anywhere else. Although he is fully familiar with yoga, the sannyasin himself does not practice a specific yoga sadhana. The practices of yoga are necessary for householders who are living amongst the stresses and strains of worldly life, but not for the sannyasin, who lives in a relaxed ashram environment, free from personal problems.

For sannyasins yoga is not merely a practice, but a dedication of life, which is all fullness in itself. Service is the most important aspect of a sannyasins life, and brings peace and pleasure. Because they have accepted and understood the mind, yoga practices are unnecessary for sannyasins, although they may study and practice yoga in order to teach others.

Because his life is dedicated to the expansion of awareness, to transcending the animal nature and expressing the greatest, noblest, purest and most illumined aspect of spiritual life, a sannyasin seeks not to miss even one moment in indolence, or one breath in carelessness. In a sense, the sannyasin is meditating all day, closely watching his mind and its reactions, even in the midst of duties and responsibilities. He lives above matter and stabilises his awareness, while having every dealing with matter. It is a mistake to try to live the spiritual life exclusively, so in the ashram environment, the spiritual life and the material life are lived together. This is the path of modern sannyas.

The attitude of a sannyasin

A sannyasin lives totally in the present, without regrets for the past or plans for the future. His only expectation is to lose all expectations. The more completely the awareness is maintained in the present, the more powerful the thoughts and actions become. The mind loses its power whenever its attention is drawn away from the task at hand and dwells on past worries or future fears and expectations. The sannyasin attempts to remain totally absorbed in the present activity, to the exclusion of all other thoughts. He is not even concerned with whether he is happy or unhappy. In this way, his mind becomes very powerful and one-pointed.


The sannyasin takes a chance on life, by renouncing all the things that most people find most meaningful. He does not depend on name, fame, money, home or family as the basis for meaning in his life. Many people hold on to their rigid life patterns, possessions and values for fear of discovering that their lives are totally meaningless. The sannyasin releases his conformity and lets go of rigid thinking and living, in an effort to find freedom. He takes a chance, not knowing whether he will lose everything or gain everything. One cannot be a sannyasin without making that jump for the sake of freedom. The essential difference between a sannyasin and a non-sannyasin is that one forsakes all in a bid for freedom, while the other clings to the bondage of false security.

Mondas Rising : Weaponised Astrology

…as I wandered through the Wyrrd and Lurid landscape of Another Planet —


Mondas : Gaia's Evil Twin
Or, Nemesis.

POLLY
What's happened to you, Doctor? 

Old Grandfather
Oh, I'm not sure, my dear. 
Comes from 
an outside influence. 
Unless this old body of mine is wearing a bit thin....

— suddenly, there was A Change.



The existence of 
The Mars Effect 
scientifically verifies 
the most fundamental 
principle of astrology : 
That there is a connection 
between a person's character 
and the planetary positions 
at the time and location of birth. 

Here, too, reasonable people 
can come to no other conclusion -- 
especially after they examine 
the whole of the nearly 40 years 
of Gauquelin research. 

Astrologers, of course, have described 
just such a connection all along.

 



Old Grandfather: 
Your Planet is finished. 
It will disintegrate. 
We know why you came here, 
so why not stay and live 
with us in peace

REGOS KRANG: 

We will confer. 
Keep your places. 
Anyone who moves will be killed instantly. 

BARCLAY: 
Can We Trust Them? 

BEN: 
No, of course we can't. 

Old Grandfather : 
We have no chance. 
We must play for time. Be quiet. 

Well, sir, what have you decided? 

REGOS KRANG: 
We cannot talk while that missile is aimed at Mondas. 
It must be disarmed first. 

Old Grandfather : 
A moment, please. 
Are you able to disarm this rocket? 

BARCLAY: 
Well, yes, but, er -

Old Grandfather : 
It will give us the time we need. 

BEN: 
The time for Mondas to burn itself out, you mean?  

REGOS KRANG: 
Listen to me -
 This close proximity of our two planets means that one has to be eliminated for the safety of the other. 

The One to Be Destroyed will be Earth. 

We cannot allow Mondas to burn up. 

If you help, we will take you all 
back to Mondas with us. 
There you will be safe

BEN: 
Yeah? For how long? 

DYSON: 
It could be our only chance. 

BEN: 
The Answer is No! 
We'll just sit tight here 
until Mondas breaks up. 

Now then, you'd better release 
The Doctor and Polly 
and send them down here. 

You're gonna need Our Help 
when Mondas is gone.

KRANG : 
Mondas will not burn up. 
Take The Old Man out to the spacecraft. 


BEN : 
Look, The Doctor said that 
it's not only Earth that's in danger, 
but that Mondas itself 
is in far greater danger. 

Otherwise, why have they bothered coming Here? 

CUTLER: 
And just how did he figure that out? 

It's draining energy 
from the Earth, isn't it? 

BEN: 
Yes, but he said eventually 
it would absorb too much energy 
and burn itself out. 

Well, shrivel up to nothing. 

So all we've got to do is wait! 




BEN: 
Right, Doctor. While they take him out, 
we'll make a break for it! 

Old Grandfather : 
Hmm? 

BEN: 
We can get back to the TARDIS! 

Old Grandfather : 
Well how can we do that, boy? 

BEN: 
Well, we can make a break for it down that corridor, 
to the trapdoor and then bolt it from behind. 

Old Grandfather: 
Nonsense, nonsense, 
They'll burn us down in a flash. 


Upset The Established Order
and everything becomes chaos -- 

....I'm An Agent of Chaos. 

Oh, and you know 
The Thing About Chaos...? 

It's Fair.

reiki to the rescue 




BARCLAY: 
Take visual checks on Mars 
to establish position. Report back. 


WILLIAMS [OC]: 
Will do, out. 


[Zeus 4]


WILLIAMS: 
Did you get that, Dan? 


SCHULTZ: 
Yeah. 

WILLIAMS: 
Okay, go ahead. 
Should be about 4-2-0. 

(Checking through the telescope.

SCHULTZ: 
No. It's 4-3-2. 

WILLIAMS: 
It can't be. Try again. 

SCHULTZ: 
I am. 

WILLIAMS: 
Come on, shake it up. 
We'll be back in sunrise in a bit. 

SCHULTZ: 
Cut it out, Glyn. 

WILLIAMS: 
Did you read conversation?

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Yes. We're getting a Mars fix too. Call back. 

SCHULTZ: 
Hey, Glyn? 

WILLIAMS: 
Yeah? 

SCHULTZ: 
Well, er, take it easy but, er 

WILLIAMS: 
Come on, come on, what is it? 

SCHULTZ: 
It wasn't Mars I had.

WILLIAMS: 
Well that explains it, doesn't it. 
Come on now, Dan, try again. 

SCHULTZ: 
No, listen, Glyn, there's 
Something Else out there. 

WILLIAMS: 
What do you mean? 

SCHULTZ
There's Another Planet out there! 

WILLIAMS: 
Another Planet

SCHULTZ: 
Yeah. 

WILLIAMS: 
Yeah, you're right. 
There is something. 
I can't see properly but it reads 
as if it was in orbit between 
Mars and Venus.



SCHULTZ: 
Yeah, that's it. 

Funny how I can't put me finger on it 
but it looks kinda familiar.



WILLIAMS: 

Yeah. 



SCHULTZ: 
Came the dawn. 

WILLIAMS: 
Yeah. Well, I guess we've had enough 
Earth observations for a bit. 

Hello Snowcap. Hello Snowcap. 

We're now in dawn over San Francisco. 
Can you get the subject from where you are? 

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Snowcap to Zeus 4. 
You are very faint. 
Put up your power output please. 

WILLIAMS: 
It is up. 

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Reading you strength three
Come in, please. 

WILLIAMS: 
Repeat, can you get the subject on your retina scope? 

BARCLAY [OC]: 
Can do. 

WILLIAMS: 
Hey. Hey, Dan. That's odd. 

SCHULTZ: 
Yeah? 

WILLIAMS: 
Fuel cells are showing a power loss






[Tracking room]
BARCLAY: (into microphone) 
May I have your attention, everybody. 
This is very important, so please listen carefully.
 
Final orbit commencing from base reference one is four minutes, ten seconds [410] from now.
 
Now, we've got a very difficult job on our hands 
and I want everybody to be on their toes all the time. 

If the capsule power falls too low 
I shall take over re-entry from here, 
and for that I want the entire team behind me. 

Now, base reference one commencing 

[Observation area]
BARCLAY [OC]: 
Now. 

Old Grandfather : 
Yes, they must bring them down

BEN: 

But why, Doctor? 

Old Grandfather: 
Because they can't last another orbit. 

[Tracking room]
(The Doctor storms in, then stops as he spots three pairs of silver boots entering from outside. He shakes the General's shoulder.


Old Grandfather:
It's imperative that I talk to you, General. 



CUTLER: 
Get away, old man. Can't you see 



DOCTOR: (to Barclay.) 
You, will you pay attention? Will you?! 



(Cutler sees the three Cybermen and mistakes them for soldiers.



CUTLER: 
Get this man back into the Observation room. 
Sergeant, that was an order! 
Take that man back to the obs 


(The Cyberman takes off his parka. Polly screams. The other two Cybermen reveal themselves.



CUTLER: 
Back to your places. 



(Suddenly, the soldier who had been guarding the Doctor, Ben and Polly rushes towards the Cyberman with his gun raised. The Cyberman at the top of the landing aims a light device at him. Smoke comes from the guard's body, and he falls backwards to the floor.


[Observation room]
POLLY: 
Oh. no! 



BEN: 
Come back, Polly. They'll blow your head off! 



Old Grandfather : 
Hey! 

[Tracking room]
CUTLER: 
Now look, I don't know who you are or what you are, but we've got two men in space. If we don't act now we won't get them back alive. 



(The Cyberman opens its mouth but does not move any lips as it speaks in a strange sing-song tone that puts emphasis in all the wrong places.) 



KRAIL: 
They will not return. 



CUTLER
Why not? 



KRAIL
It is unimportant now. 



CUTLER
But We must get them back! When --



KRAIL
There is really no point. 
They could never reach Earth now. 



POLLY :
But don't you care

KRAIL
Care? No, why should I care? 

POLLY: 
Because they're people 
and they're going to die

KRAIL: 
I do not understand you --
There are people dying all over Your World 
Yet you do not care about them



(Polly rushes in, with the Doctor and Ben behind her.



POLLY: 
Yes, but we could avoid their deaths. 



KRAIL: 
You will be wondering what has happened. Your astronomers must have just discovered a new planet. Is that not so? 



BARCLAY: 
Yes, that's right. 



KRAIL
That is where we come from. 
It is called Mondas. 


BEN
Mondas? 


BARCLAY
Mondas? But isn't that one of the ancient names of Earth? 


KRAIL
Yes. Aeons ago the planets were twins, 
then we drifted away from you on a journey 
to the edge of space. Now we have returned. 


BEN
You were right, Doctor. 



BARCLAY: 
But who or what are you? 



KRAIL: 
We are called Cybermen. 



BARCLAY: 
Cybermen? 



KRAIL
Yes, Cybermen. 
We were exactly like you once 
but our cybernetic scientists realised 
that our race was getting weak. 


BARCLAY
Weak? How? 

KRAIL
Our life span was getting shorter, 
so our scientists and doctors devised spare parts 
for our bodies until we could be 
almost completely replaced. 

POLLY
But that means you're not like us. 
You're robots! 



KRAIL: 
Our brains are just like yours except that 
certain weaknesses have been removed. 



BARCLAY: 
Weaknesses? What weaknesses? 



KRAIL: 
You call them emotions, do you not? 



POLLY: 
But that's terrible -- You, you mean 
you wouldn't care about someone in pain? 



KRAIL: 
There would be no need. 
We do not feel pain. 



POLLY: 
But we do!