As McGoohan himself said of episode 14, Living in Harmony, "Whatever meaning you put into it, that's the reason for it." So, like all great works of art, The Prisoner intentionally offers many possible meanings and interpretations. Political allegory, social satire, pulp spy tale. But the Prisoner also functions as an initiation document. An instrument of divine Logos, like The Golden Ass, The Manuscript Found in Saragossa, Mount Analogue, or Bimbo's Initiation.
Such tales both record the protagonist's journey into the mysteries as well as provide a map to guide the reader or viewer past the pitfalls and trapdoors of their own chtonian travels.
As Joseph Campbell describes it, "The so called rites of passage are distinguished by formal, and usually very severe, exercises of severance, whereby the mind is radically cut away from the attitudes, attachments, and life patterns of the stage being left behind. Then follows an interval ... during which are enacted rituals designed to introduce the life adventurer to the forms and proper feelings of his new estate ... so that when .... he returns, the initiate will be as good as new.*"
The story of the Prisoner arcs across such rites for the man who will soon be called Number 6. We see his severance, the ensuing rituals, the secrets granted by these rituals, and his (eternal) return as he rises through the degrees. The opening credits establish these points and call the Prisoner to action.
Part One-Opening Credits or What The Thunder Said
"Who in the name of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt?" --Finnegans Wake
Like Finnegans Wake, The Prisoner opens with a thunderclap. It is the sound of the fall, of the cracking of the cosmic egg.
The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschut of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes....
Whether or not in search of his tumptytumtoes, the Prisoner approaches in a speeding car from the horizon toward the camera. Driving through London he is guided by a series of arrows into the bowels of the earth. With the light at his back, footsteps echoing, he marches down a long, dark corridor. Thunder sounds again as he throws open the doors of an inner chamber. He has crossed the first threshold.
He comes bearing a letter. A common story-telling convention in the initiation document is such a letter, or sometimes a book, that is both instigator and goal of the quest. The divine Macguffin, it is the Logos itself, the informed seed, created in hand and delivered by hand--a signal amid the noise.

As the unnamed protagonist of the gnostic Hymn of the Pearl puts it:
My letter is a letter,
which the king sealed with his own right hand,
(to keep it) from the wicked ones, the children of Babel,
and from the savage demons of Sarbug.
It flew in the likeness of an eagle,
the king of all birds;
it flew and alight beside me,
and became all speech.
At its voice and the sound of its rustling,
I started and arose from my sleep.
I took it up and kissed it,
and I began (and) read it;
and according to what was traced on my heart
were the words of my letter.
I remembered that I was a son of royal parents,
and my noble birth asserted itself.
I remembered the pearl,
for which I had been sent to Egypt
....
And my letter, my awakener,
I found before me on the road;
and as with its voice it had awakened me,
(so) too with its light it was leading me.
and with its voice and its guidance
it also encouraged me to speed
Having passed through this initial ordeal, the Prisoner departs the underworld, emerging into day. Meanwhile, in a hall of records, the Prisoner's file is Xed out. A skull and crossbones for the IBM age.

As the unnamed protagonist of the gnostic Hymn of the Pearl puts it:
My letter is a letter,
which the king sealed with his own right hand,
(to keep it) from the wicked ones, the children of Babel,
and from the savage demons of Sarbug.
It flew in the likeness of an eagle,
the king of all birds;
it flew and alight beside me,
and became all speech.
At its voice and the sound of its rustling,
I started and arose from my sleep.
I took it up and kissed it,
and I began (and) read it;
and according to what was traced on my heart
were the words of my letter.
I remembered that I was a son of royal parents,
and my noble birth asserted itself.
I remembered the pearl,
for which I had been sent to Egypt
....
And my letter, my awakener,
I found before me on the road;
and as with its voice it had awakened me,
(so) too with its light it was leading me.
and with its voice and its guidance
it also encouraged me to speed
Having passed through this initial ordeal, the Prisoner departs the underworld, emerging into day. Meanwhile, in a hall of records, the Prisoner's file is Xed out. A skull and crossbones for the IBM age.

A hearse follows the Prisoner as he arrives back at his flat. A tall, gaunt man all in black, wearing a top hat exits the hearse and approaches the entrance way. Inside, the Prisoner packs for what appears to be a getaway to a tropical location, a new life awaits! A smoky cloud slithers through the keyhole. The room begins to spin, towers outside the Prisoner's window begin to tilt and wobble. He collapses.
The Logos has been delivered, the egg has been fertilized, and now the journey begins for real.
to be continued--be seeing you!
































