One of the immortal statements made by the Insuperable Detective, Sherlock Holmes, was this: “How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” This statement may be accurate in the conventional sense. However, I have observed that the following is also an accurate statement: All “truth” is relative to all other truth. Indeed, in the history of humanity have we observed that “One man’s truth is another man’s heresy”. Illusions, delusions, truth, reality, opinion, facts, history, fantasy and fiction all share an indivisible common denominator: The point of view of each individual. Therefore, reality may be nothing more than a subjective experience! You may discover a new “reality” in this adventure of a singularly ingenious investigation conducted by Sherlock Sherrinford Holmes, and his brother Mycroft Spencer Holmes.
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( Painting: “Cupid Sleeping” by Miridori Louis, 1652 )
“Just a politicians abuse the trust of their constituents to gain personal power and wealth, rather than to serve their electorate, so does the myopic mind consider that wisdom or wealth might be had from a magic potion! Indeed, the mythical Fountain of Youth could never be discovered by an explorer in the New World at the cost of murdering countless native inhabitants. The proverbial ‘eye of the needle’ does not admit the soul of a wealthy or brutal man into Nirvana.
As with many other alchemists before me, I have conducted a continuing series of careful observations upon the effects of a vast variety of chemical combinations. The purpose of these is to discover and perfect a solution which can be ingested or injected into the human body to enhance the ability to perceive, understand and operate at an elevated level, both physically and spiritually — the latter being of senior importance to the former.
Originally, I was introduced to the notion that chemical alteration of the human system might alter or enhance the ordinary state of awareness or ability, through my study of chemistry, or more correctly, alchemy. Many a sage has dabbled seriously with attempts to transmute the soul of man to a more profound understanding of life through chemical manipulation. No less a personage than Sir Isaac Newton himself, as Mr. Dodgson observed during our first visit, spent a considerable number of years in this quest. What results he may have obtained are not known, although it goes without saying that the scientific accomplishments of the great man are virtually unparalleled in human history!
Is it not probable that his mental acuity, or indeed his phenomenal genius, could have been augmented by his experimentations in alchemy? Reportedly, the man invested a prodigious number of years into this science, yet never shared his findings with anyone. For what purposes did he study alchemy, and for what reasons did he conceal his findings?
How is it that a single man can innovate and revolutionize so many fundamental understandings of nature and of the spirit within a single lifetime? Arguably, his intelligence exceeded those of any other living man, before or since. It is my own observation that the spiritual world permeates all that is material. It is this spiritual essence from which intelligence, and life itself, is empowered.
There is nothing mystical or fanciful in this subject whatever. It is a fact of simple observation, which is easily proven to even the dimmest mind.
To wit: when an organism is killed or dies of natural causes, is it not the absence of an unseen force of animation that causes the transition from life to death? Conversely, when a life form is borne it is the animation of the physical form by the non-physical force that we call life.
Anyone who has witnessed the death of a human body — as I have many times during my career as a criminal investigator — or who has attended the birth of a child or animal, cannot deny the phenomenon of that transition from inanimate object, into a living, breathing, self-motivating life form.
My personal quest for a spiritual elixir consumed many hours over many years. I did not concern myself with the possibility of negative consequences from my experiments. The reward of success, for me, far outweighed the risk of deleterious effects upon my own person or mental state. I suspect that Sir Isaac Newton shared my own insatiable passion for this science.
My own methods are always meticulous and thorough. My observations upon the behavior of various chemical concoctions upon my own state, whether positive or negative, are equally meticulous. With each self-administered dose I gained a more certain knowledge of the effects upon my own perception, ability, and understandings of life, and the universe.
To say that I had already succeeded in transcending the commonplace life of the “normal” citizens of Earth would be a gross understatement. However, all states of existence can only be measured relative to similar states. To this degree I deemed that a few of my experiments proved vastly more successful than others. It was these upon which I focused my entire scientific attention in order that I might refine and improve upon them. In my inmost heart I believed I could succeed where others failed. Now that I found myself overwhelmed by this bizarre set of circumstances I had a new opportunity to test myself.
As a general rule I discovered that the effect of any chemical upon the human body serves only one, singular purpose: to drive out or release the spirit from the body. The spirit, the soul, the invisible animating essence of all life forms, is the true source of intelligence, awareness, ability and volition. Indeed, life is not possible in the absence of it!
When driven or released from the constraints of a frail, tiny biological organism, such as the human body, I have observed that I, as a spiritual essence, can travel, perceive, understand and transcend the state of relative misery I experience when confined inside a body.
I frequently float about the room for hours, observing the microcosmic minutia of every object within the room. Likewise, I have, occasionally, traversed across half of the planet! Lingering upon the towering peaks of storm blown mountains, floating across the burning desert sands — perceiving the intense heat without injury or discomfort — or quietly absorbing the moistness of moss upon the bark of magnificent redwood trees in the rugged Northwest.
This, I am certain, has been the prize sought by so many masters of mathematics, alchemy, philosophy and mysticism who have trod upon this lonely path. The transmutation of base metals into precious metals has never been the goal of an accomplished alchemist! What is mere gold compared to this? What Earthly price can be placed upon the value of the soul? What is a lifetime or two or twelve thousand spent in human pain, grief, disappointment and death, when compared to the possibility of a transcendent state of ability and awareness?
Indeed, so far as my experiments have revealed to me, there is no greater prize than realizing the full potential of subjective experience as a living spirit. Unfortunately, the chemical syringe has been my only gateway through the portal of time, space and perception which lies between painful reality of the body, and the joy of freedom from it. My personal adventure — the adventure of adventures, the investigation of the highest order – has been to discover a safe and permanent transition between the reality of the flesh and the immortality of the soul.”
— Excerpt from Chapter 11 – Alchemical Solutions – from the book SHERLOCK HOLMES: MY LIFE, by Lawrence R. Spencer.
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If you speak the English language, (which very few American do), you will appreciate that the period during which Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the Sherlock Holmes detective stories was, without question, the most prolific era in English literature. I have written a fictional “autobiography” which in intended to embody and resurrect the culture, literature and mystique of Great Britain at the pinnacle of it’s Imperialistic and Literary Majesty. Although the British Empire has relinquished it’s global domination of subservient nations, since World War I, to the burgeoning New World Order the English language now dominates as the preferred language the “gods” of the current era, The International Cabal of Global Corporations. Ironically, Sherlock Holmes elder brother, Mycroft, was arguably the most powerful man in England, serving the Queen as the unofficial director of the Secret Information Services in the Offices of the Chancellor of The Exchequer.
I love Sherlock Holmes because he is a man of preeminent 
personal integrity and idiosyncrasy. Above all things he loved music and smoking Latakia and Cavendish tobacco in pipes, which were universally smoked by men during the Victorian Age. I managed a pipe and tobacco store for two years, early in my life, and very much enjoy the avocation of pipe smoking! I the visual effect of observing smoke drifting in languid drafts toward the ceiling, combined with the elegant flavor of fine pipe tobacco evokes a sublime, meditative state of being.
Mr. Holmes also enjoyed solitude, alchemy, intellectual stimulation, cocaine, mystery, action and adventure! He disdained personal notoriety, wealth and sex. Sherlock was an intensely private person, preferring the disheveled, masculine clutter of his rooms at Baker Street, rather than submit himself to the domesticated order of matrimony. Sherlock was a living demonstration of the adage, “If you want to move quickly, move alone”.
This book incorporates and amalgamates the authors, as characters, and their classic works of fiction of the 19th century, into the professional and private life of Sherlock Holmes — as a living, rather than fictional, person — including: Peter Pan, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Frankenstein, Dracula, Alice in Wonderland, as well as all of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, and the infamous life of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle himself!
During my many years invested in the creation of the Sherlock Holmes “autobiography” I read everything written by Arthur Conan Doyle and about him as an individual. I read all of the literature of the age. Moreover, I applied the principles of investigatory observation for which Sherlock Holmes is universally famous to discover that, in fact, Sherlock Holmes was a real person! The details of an extensive and elaborately convoluted conspiracy to dehumanize the greatest detective in history are revealed herein….
Content of this 15 minute audio presentation:
1) FORWARD: by Mycroft Holmes, and 2) AN OPEN LETTER FROM SHERLOCK HOLMES
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“I have observed that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside”, gentlemen.
“I do not see what you are getting at, Holmes”, said Watson. Mr. Dodgson looked up with equal, but silent, agreement.
“On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. You fail, however, to reason from what you see. You are too timid in drawing your inferences”, I said, taking a seat in my armchair, and inviting our guest to take a cigar from the box I offered.
“However, before we digress, let me allude to the discussion that Mr. Dodgson and I had when I visited him in is quarters. He himself mentioned several methods of investigation which he has studied in the alchemical works of Sir Isaac Newton, and in his own mathematical application of portmanteau poetry to the development of mathematical thinking.
“Circumstantial evidence is a very tricky thing. It may seem to point very straight to one thing, but if you shift your own point of view a little, you may find it pointing in an equally uncompromising manner to something entirely different”, I said while crossing over to the sideboard.
I picked up the manuscript that Mr. Dodgson had given me when I visited him entitled, Alice’s Golden Hour. While flipping through the pages to find a particular passage, I asked Mr. Dodgson a question about his work.
“Might I inquire as to the origin of one of the fictional characters whom Alice meets in Wonderland — The Cheshire Cat?”
“Frankly, I believe the idea came to me from an old expression I learned as a child”, replied Mr. Dodgson after momentarily pondering the question. “I believe it to be derived from a cheese which was sold in Cheshire, near my home. The cheese was molded in the shape of a cat. The cheese was cut from the tail end first, so that the last part eaten was the head of the smiling cat”.
“Very well”, I said. “Let us then observe that you have extracted something from the reality of your childhood, and with a liberal application of your creative imagination have used it to conjure an illusion…an alternative to reality, as it were. Is this not so, Mr. Dodgson?”
“Well, yes, I suppose. However, I fail to see what relevance my fictional tales have to our current situation. Certainly you do not suppose that I am to believe that reality can be conjured from a work of fiction? The notion is absurd!”, he replied.
“I do not ask you, or anyone, to believe anything whatsoever. Belief is a matter of personal opinion or conviction which cannot be shared by anyone else, accept to the degree that they share a similar opinion. Some men believe that the world was created by an omnipotent, invisible being in seven days. People in some aboriginal tribes believe that the world is supported on the back of an enormous elephant which stands upon the shell of a colossal tortoise”, I said, finally arriving at the pages I was looking for in the manuscript.
“As for myself, I believe that what is true for you is true for you, although no other person may agree upon your belief. Regardless, a truth for you, may not be true for others. Is that not a fundamentally sound assumption?”, I asked.
“I suppose you are right Mr. Holmes. It is difficult, if not impossible, to stay apace of your ability to remain logical in the face of a situation which is so absurdly enigmatic. You are proposing that the philosophical paradigm of reality should be considered of equal importance with fiction. How can you ever solve a criminal case, your occupation, if every piece of hard evidence could be a contrivance of imagination on the part of the investigator or of the criminal?”, said Mr. Dodgson.
“Quite the contrary”, I said. “But rather than keeping to my methods alone, let me ask you what meaning you attribute to the following passage in your book”, I said, turning to the page which described in the encounter between Alice and the Cheshire Cat.
“Let me read your own words to you.”
“…she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she
thought: still it had VERY long claws and a great many teeth, so she
felt that it ought to be treated with respect.
‘Cheshire Puss,’ she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know
whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
‘Come, it’s pleased so far,’ thought Alice, and she went on. ‘Would you
tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.
‘I don’t much care where–‘ said Alice.
‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
‘–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long
enough.’
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question.
‘What sort of people live about here?’
‘In THAT direction,’ the Cat said, waving its right paw round, ‘lives
a Hatter: and in THAT direction,’ waving the other paw, ‘lives a March
Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.’
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad.
You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’
Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on ‘And how
do you know that you’re mad?'”
“So, Mr. Dodgson, let me pose the same question to you that young Alice asked of the chimerical cat in your own story: how do you know whether you are mad or not mad? How would you satisfy yourself that I am not mad? How do we know that everyone is mad or not mad?”, I said, rising from my chair to place the manuscript upon the sideboard. “
