In sorrow we set words herein: we know not their fate nor ours in a future near or far, for we are in truth the luckless Prince of Wales, whom, alas, with no way of safe escape has taught, if it be not in hiding well our marvelous story, in order to communicate it to some distant friends, whose loyalty—to princes of a rank such as ours may serve, at God’s morn of abidance, as encouragement. By uniting many powers—such lofty endeavor for perfecting till knowledge that is in the world, joined also with a strife for the elevation, in all kingdoms under heaven, of this whole people—the Divine will or plan does perchance have full sway: for when mankind shall be given wisdom in so great fullness, idle courtiers may find no true use of subtle arts. We ourselves hate, with princely hatred, arts now exercised to keep the vanity of our regal parent [Queen Elizabeth I] glowing like fire, for God hath laid on that head a richer crown then this diadem upon her brow, yet will she not display it before all eyes. It is the rich crown of motherhood. Our true title is: Francis Bacon, Prince of Wales.
~from “The Bi-literal Cypher of Francis Bacon” (link) by Elizabeth Wells Gallup
Tehim Tober Oberon, Eusebius of Caesarea, King Clovis I, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Christian Rosencreutz, Joseph Justus Scaliger, Count of St.-Germain, Moses Mendelssohn, Adam Weishaupt, Henri de Saint-Simon, Jan Potocki, Giusseppe Mazzini, Frederic Aguste Bartholdi, Lord Randolph Churchill, Nikola Tesla, “Colonel” Edward M. House, G.I. Gurdjieff, Tsar Nicholas Romanov II, Christian Racovski, Nicholas Roerich, Józef Hieronim Retinger, Harry Hopkins, Clarence Kirschmann Streit…
“You’re going to say a lot, aren’t you?” Ceres said mischievously. “To them…”
“I will certainly do a lot of talking,” he confessed. “Yes, I will tell them all they want to know – reveal some secrets. Oh, there’s quite a lot to tell…”
“Which I’m sure you’ll do very well,” Ceres smiled. “As always.”
He laughed. “I could easily say too much.”
“Really?” Then she was laughing, too.
“It might be so much fun…”
~from “The Circle” by William J. Griffith
And it might not…
Imagine what awaits you, my brother and sister. Imagine what the Council has witnessed. Imagine the details and secrets within the tapestry of your centuries-old production laid bare for all to see. Imagine when shares of blame are delivered to their rightful recipients. Imagine the burden of what lies ahead for you. It will be heavy. Very, very heavy…