My dead brother walked with me, in dreamtime.
We passed by a hollow tree, in dreamtime:
Where thirteen steeples stand,
To fall at God’s command;
So I would understand, in dreamtime.
An angel spoke to me, in dreamtime.
She proclaimed my destiny, in dreamtime:
The Ship of Truth to guide,
Through religion’s erring tide;
For God is on my side, in dreamtime.
Invention is my goal, in dreamtime.
Philosophy my role, in dreamtime:
The future’s taking hold,
My ideas turn to gold;
Their mockery runs cold, in dreamtime.
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Throughout the years William had not stopped inventing. Many of his ideas arose from dreams or visions which he interpreted in a very strange light. On the night of December 18th, he had another particularly remarkable dream (featuring his brother Richard*)…
[* Richard Martin (1779-1837), the ‘other’ lesser-known brother, and second eldest of the four, was, like his brothers, a skilled artist and an accomplished poet. During the Napoleonic Wars, he fought with the Grenadier Guards in Spain and Portugal and at Waterloo, never being wounded and rising to the rank of Quarter-Master Sergeant. It is recorded that he too wrote an autobiography, which is now considered lost as no copies are known to exist.]
I thought that I was walking along with my brother Richard, who is now dead, along a pleasant road. On the right side were very large trees, and one in particular near the road was very lofty; but it was all hollow, nothing remaining but the trunk and the bark. On the top were placed thirteen spires or steeples, similar to those on St. Nicholas’ Church, in Newcastle. I said to my brother, “See, what a curiosity!” It is so high that we are not on safe ground, for it cannot possibly stand.” After I had walked about a hundred yards, I lost sight of my brother, and heard a voice cry out, “The steeples are falling; take care, the Northumberland Bard.” I looked quickly back and saw the top of the centre steeple fall about 20 yards from me. I thought I saw a beautiful woman, having a towel in her hand, who said, “Mr. Martin, these fine trees should all be washed, or else they will all become decayed, like that which has fallen and is now level with the earth.” Then I awoke, and found it was a dream.
The Interpretation of the above vision:
The interpretation is from God.
The large hollow tree on the side of the road, with the thirteen steeples upon it, signifies that the churches have become decayed and corrupted;
and as it fell towards me, that signifies that the Martinian philosophy will cause all false systems to fall, and bring all to one true religion, the apostolic church of Christ.
The beautiful woman that spoke to me was God’s holy angel, who, by informing me that the other trees (the churches of the living God) should be all washed, signified to me that I should make it known to the world, being the only inspired writer till time shall be no more.
The British nation, therefore, must begin to purify its corrupted churches.
This song is part of the 'Mad Martins' project.
'Mad Martins' depicts the extraordinary lives and times of the Martin brothers, William (self-proclaimed “natural philosopher and philosophical conquerer of all nations”), Jonathan (incendiary of York Minster) and John (eminent painter, engraver, town-planner and host), who were born in the late eighteenth century in the South Tyne area of Northumberland.
Other songs from 'Mad Martins' include 'A Painting for Charles', 'A Thin Veneer', 'At the Assizes', 'The Dandy Horse', 'Drainage Scheme', 'Four Bare Walls', 'God and Air', 'In the Navy (Jonathan's Chantey & Hornpipe)', 'The Leaping Swordsman', 'Madhouse Martin', 'Maria's Testimony', 'Medals', 'My 'Life'', 'The Paint and the Pain', 'Pandemonium', 'Picture the Scriptures', 'Searching for the Waters of Oblivion', '"Shoot the Bishop!"', 'Three Mad Martins (Epitaph)', 'Three Mad Martins (Prophecy)', 'Wicked Old World', 'William, You Were Really Something'.