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[John] Dee wrote of Memorials and Discoveries that “never, in so small time, so much matter, of so great importance, with such sincere and dutiful zeal to pleasure his Native Country: had by any Subject (British or English) been delivered.” As this passage implies, Dee was above all seeking crown patronage, which he had hoped to gain through the publishing of Memorials as a limited run of one hundred copies in September 1577. In the published version, Queen Elizabeth was the target audience. This, and the queen’s role as “empress” of the British Empire, was made explicit in a descriptive title page of Dee’s own design.
At the top of the image are two Tudor roses positioned left and right, and the royal coat of arms centred above the title. Within the image, the figure of Elizabeth is controlling the rudder of a ship labeled the “Europa,” and Europa is riding on a powerful bull beside the ship. Elizabeth, Dee writes, is sitting “at the helm of this Imperial Monarchy: or, rather, at the helm of the Imperial Ship, of the most part of Christendom.” In the sea, and on the land adjacent, are ships, soldiers, and fortresses, defending British interests. In the ship are three supplicating gentlemen, receiving direction from their queen. From the sun, moon, and stars descends St. Michael, armed with sword and shield. On a fortress stands Occasio, offering a floral crown, which Elizabeth is steering her ship to seize. Kneeling beside an ear of corn that is deep within the earth is Lady Britannica, appealing to Elizabeth to rule the waves and take advantage of the fertile ground and commodities in lands across the waters.
For all of its complex allegory, the message is fairly simple: God and Britain are behind Elizabeth’s seizing the occasion to improve the wealth, strength, religious convictions, and European power of her empire through activities in other lands. Indeed, this image puts in pictorial form many of the chief elements that Dee included in both Memorials and Discoveries.
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~from “Discourse on History, Geography and Law: John Dee and the Limits of the British Empire, 1576-80” by Ken MacMillan
So, Dr. Dee, do you remember this splendid work you compiled so long ago?
Almost exactly 442 years ago your “General and Rare Memorials” began distribution to a limited audience within Queen Elizabeth’s circle. How many in this small group were fellow fallen angels and how many were aware that the ornate title page to your volume foreshadowed a plan put into place which would transcend centuries and elucidated in a symbolic way the future of humanity?
So long ago, how many genuine human souls on Earth could possibly have known that your elegant design was another example of a secret hidden within plain sight, revealing to anyone who was capable of understanding it that what was seen in the drawing didn’t portray a bizarre, fictional image of a lunatic’s idea of planetary control but instead, proclaimed the true, nightmarish fate of humanity’s imprisonment within a kingdom fabricated from a madman’s imagination?
It is nothing but your fabricated kingdom in which we live, Oberon. A midsummer night’s dream built upon a foundation of lies.
It will be quite a shock when humanity learns that you and Queen Elizabeth I and Dr. John Dee are still alive today, incarnated as humans beings.
The gang’s all here, everyone.
None of the actors have left the stage.
Not yet, anyway…
To the fallen angels: you’re no better than the gods of Atlantis, using human souls and spilling human blood for no other reason than to expand the territory you rule over, to be able to say to the other fallen angels, “this is mine!,” to believe you’ve achieved something magnanimous when, in fact, as this age of evil has been decreed by Heaven to come to an end, you continue to play in darkness.
For those of you who’ve chosen not to redeem yourselves as Heaven observes your behavior, you can be assured that no sympathy of any kind and from any place will find you upon your entry into the Hall of Judgement. You will stand alone, impotent, under divine light.
Only fools think Heaven is unaware of what’s happening here.
Thank you, my dear Queen Elizabeth II, for delivering Mr. Johnson’s words; testimony of a sacred pledge to move from darkness back to light, words which reverberated across an entire universe and which were heard by our compassionate and peaceful sisters and brothers from the stars who are eager for us to reunite with them.
For those who can see, for those who understand: your speech, dear Elizabeth, is the beginning of putting things right which for centuries of time have been wrong.
Nobody does irony like Heaven, Oberon.
Nobody…
If you wish to survive, fallen angels, if you’ve chosen spiritual life over spiritual death, then your voices need to be heard above the cacophonous din created by evil ET races and that which you speak must become that which you do…
“…The King in Yellow…”
No More Sleeping 