Out of The Blue Prophecy

We are in Pure Prophecy. I wonder if I am like Jonah, being, God wants me to open my Bible to Revelations and tell my reader……..WHAT I SEE!

Tim responds to several of my posts from my old blog ‘The Bohemian Democratic Register, a name based upon the Eugene paper Joaquin Miller was the editor for. Mill befriended the Pre-Raphaelites in England. He might have met William Morris.

Patrice’s ex-husband, Mullins, is receiving these messages I sent in 2009, as is my nephew, Cian who changed his surname from Presco to O’Brian, and became a Catholic. The woman sitting on the wall is the daughter of Marlon Brando’s agent. Actor, Rick Partlow, is also on this e-mail list. His childhood friend was murdered by  Phil Spector. Michael Dundon dated and lived with Christine. Carlos Davies was married to Marilyn’s half sister who co-wrote Fela that is a hit musical. I am suggested WE can be bigger than Disney. Amazon is doing Tolkien. More Bond movies are coming. I am not getting enough publicity and exposure. We were four lads who lived in Oakland with the Loading Zone who gave rise to The Tower Power.

It’s a full moon tonight!  I moon you all!

Jon-ah ‘The Dove’


Re: Rosamond’s Labyrinth2
  • Tim O’Connor
    High Old Buddy, Hope this finds you happy and healthy! Let me know if you get this…sure has been a long time since we had contact…I’m still in contact with Peter…I’m still living on the boat in Holland…have more news too! I send this now, hope it works!! Love Peace Music, Your old Nutty buddy, Timmy Boy I’ll send you a few photos from a gig I had last week in a Farm Festival… From: “John Ambrose” <braskewitz@yahoo.com> To: “Marilyn Calkins” <calkinsm1947@yahoo.com>, “Mullins” <jmmullins@solanocoun
    ‎Jun‎ ‎21 at ‎2‎:‎55‎ ‎AM
  • John Ambrose <braskewitz@yahoo.com>
    To:Tim O’Connor
    ‎Jun‎ ‎23 at ‎5‎:‎47‎ ‎PM
    Hi Tim! Goof to hear from you. Look for e-mails from AMBROSE. That’s me. I don’t use this list anymore.
    Hide original message
    On ‎Thursday‎, ‎June‎ ‎21‎, ‎2018‎ ‎02‎:‎55‎:‎25‎ ‎AM‎ ‎PDT, Tim O’Connor <timoconnor@hitchhikingpoet.net> wrote:
    High Old Buddy,
     Hope this finds you happy and healthy!
    Let me know if you get this…sure has been
    a long time since we had contact…I’m still
    in contact with Peter…I’m still living on the
    boat in Holland…have more news too!
     I send this now, hope it works!!
    Love Peace Music, Your old Nutty buddy, Timmy Boy
    I’ll send you a few photos from a gig I had last week
    in a Farm Festival…

    From: “John Ambrose” <braskewitz@yahoo.com>
    To: “Marilyn Calkins” <calkinsm1947@yahoo.com>, “Mullins” <jmmullins@solanocounty.com>, “Carlos Davis” <cdavis4989@yahoo.com>, “Cian O’Brien” <cian_obrien@comcast.net>, “Michael Dundon” <homelesshawaiian@yahoo.com>, “Rick Cobian” <rick@cobiancontracting.com>, “Tim O Connor” <timoconnor@hitchhikingpoet.net>, “Rick Partlow” <richardvpartlow@yahoo.com>
    Sent: Tuesday, September 22, 2009 6:02:25 PM
    Subject: Rosamond’s Labyrinth

    An hour ago I made the last turn and twist in the Labryrinth of my Rosy Tale. Here is my forward to my story ‘Rosamond’s Labyrinth’. Thank you for going on this genealogical adventure with me. This is the real ‘Gone With the Wind’ – and ‘Ben Hur’!

    Rosamond’s Labyrinth

    Four years before my beloved sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, drowned in the sea near Carmel California, I entered therapy with a woman whose patients had given her their renditions of the Phoenix Bird rising from the ashes of despair and ruin. These works were on her walls. She was an Art Therapist. I was seeking help in repairing the rent in the bond of two creative children whose parents had become destructive alcoholics. I had been sober for three years.
    I was dismissed by this woman when I failed to do a simple genealogy so she could follow along as I told her our tale of sorrow. I told her I did not think genealogies were important, that who you are ultimately has nothing to do with who your parents and ancestors are/were.
    A half hour ago I discovered there is a Rosamond-Sweeny cemetery in Mississippi. There is a good chance Denne Sweeney, Anthoney Hodges, and I are kinfolk who are engaged in a battle over the Sons of Confederate Veterans, an organization that for a hundred years has been dedicated to finding and repairing the graves of Confederate Veterans so that the Chivalrous Flower of the South may rise like the Phoenix Bird from the ashes of despair.
    Six years ago I located the grave of my grandfather, Royal Rosamond, in Oklahoma City. There was no grave marker. My aunt Lillian and I put one there. It depicts two roses like the two I later found in the Rosamond coat of arms.
    Above we see the newly found grave of James Rosamond – amongst the Hodges – and perhaps a Sweeney or two. At the top is a photo of me in the lost Stuttmeister tomb that my cousin found in 2004. The Stuttmeisters descend from a ancient family of Teutonic Knights.
    The Rosamond genealogy has become the foremost study on the internet – The Labyrinth. It is now the most important for it is vital to current history in regards to the Racism aimed at the President of the United States who many feel is in danger of losing his life at the hands of these Ne-Confederate Rebels who have made HATE their banner.
    “Within days of his visit to Tennessee to see Anthony Hodges, the former No. 2 leader in the SCV who had earlier been purged by his enemies, Dean had reached a conclusion. Hodges, he E-mailed comrades in the SCV, had told him the group was moving “towards a more politically active, secessionist and racist agenda.” “Racial groups,” Hodges added, controlled “key leadership positions.” As a result, there was an ongoing “exodus” of lifelong SCV members, including U.S. senators. “
    Above we see paintings of Fair Rosamond who was kept by King Henry in a Labyrinth. She is an Arcadian Princess of the Poor, the un-Royal. I have compared her to Lady Liberty who guards New York harbor. She lights the Path of Freedom. She is the Flower of the South who bids all Southern women not to follow the Path of the Hateful Swine!
    “He raiseth a banner over me, and this banner is”Love”.”
    The Song of Songs

    The Good Shepherd and Magician


    Originally, the phoenix was identified by the Egyptians as a stork or heron-like bird called a benu, known from the Book of the Dead and other Egyptian texts as one of the sacred symbols of worship at Heliopolis, closely associated with the rising sun and the Egyptian sun-god Ra.

    Chapter One
    Not all who wander are lost
    “Not all who wander are lost.” — J.R.R. Tolkien

    Rosamond himself was tied to the earth in a strange way. He was obsessed with the idea of being a writer and considered his short stories to be masterpieces of art. He was a hard worker and made great sacrifices for his ideals.”



    The next day the cousins visited the Rosamond-Sweeney Cemetery. A large stone (pictured at the left), was that of James Rosamond. This stone was sitting alone toward what I will define as the back of the small cemetery. Most of the other stones formed two rows across the front of the cemetery. None of these stones bore the Rosamond name, but all the names were known to be related to the Rosamonds in some manner. The cousins used metal prods to try and find additional stones that might have been buried during the intervening years, but only a few foot stones were found.

    The emblem worn by the Swan Brethren depicts a a rose, or lily, amongst thorns. At the root of the rose is the Latin word SICUT which is the first word from a line from Song of Songs.2:2. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
    Sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias
    Mark and I just got back from a trip to Halan Co., Ky., and Lee Co., Va., where his folks settled after leaving NC. We had a very successful trip with finding graves of his ancestors and meeting a relative. Since we were only about 200 miles from Abbeville, SC, we drove down there to look around, and guess what, we asked a couple of gentlemen, David Higgon’s and Mr. Richie (believe his name was Walter) in Ware Shoals, if they knew where the Walnut Grove Baptist Church was. (The church our Rosamond’s, Hill’s, Hodges, and Graham’s attended in the early 1800’s)
    “Sure enough, they both knew where it was. David lead us to it, and he lead us to the few graves on Mulberry Creek that mark the original site of the church that was organized in 1826. Talk about luck! This was so exciting!!! We were so lucky to have ran into these two gentleman.

    These graves are right along a paved road in the woods (I mean, the stones are right along the road). This cemetery is in bad shape. No one is taking care of it. It is over grown in weeds, trees and with poison oak and ivy everywhere. David, Mark and I ventured out into the cemetery a little ways. Couldn’t go to each stone because the poison oak & ivy is soooo thick.




    Within days of his visit to Tennessee to see Anthony Hodges, the former No. 2 leader in the SCV who had earlier been purged by his enemies, Dean had reached a conclusion. Hodges, he E-mailed comrades in the SCV, had told him the group was moving “towards a more politically active, secessionist and racist agenda.” “Racial groups,” Hodges added, controlled “key leadership positions.” As a result, there was an ongoing “exodus” of lifelong SCV members, including U.S. senators.

    And so Eric Dean quit the SCV. Members of the unit he served as chaplain did, too. And with that, the SCV’s entire European division ceased to exist.
    For Rev. Dean, the clincher was a sermon from the SCV’s chaplain in chief that attacked “racial interbreeding” as ungodly and described slavery as biblically sanctioned. But that was only the latest development in a long and ugly story. For almost four years now, the SCV has been embroiled in an increasingly nasty civil war, as racial extremists battle moderates for control of what is certainly the largest Southern heritage organization in America. In the last year and a half, under the leadership of a new national chief whose politics have become clearer as his term of office unfolded, the ascendancy of the radicals has become undeniable.

    Since Denne Sweeney took over as SCV commander in chief in August 2004, the group’s executive council has been stripped of moderate former commanders. A purge of some 300 members, accused of disloyalty for criticizing racism in the SCV, was completed. An ancient alliance with the Military Order of Stars & Bars, a sister organization for descendants of Confederate officers, was scuttled, and a bitter war with another old ally, the United Daughters of the Confederacy, erupted. Sweeney suspended an entire state division of the SCV and replaced its leaders. He diverted money originally intended for the upkeep of a cemetery and building a museum to a brand-new political arm. He promoted followers with documented racist histories to key national leadership positions. Through it all, Sweeney presided over an exodus of fully 25% of the SCV’s membership, which fell from 36,000 to 27,000.




    Here is Joaquin Miller’s account of his dinner with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood.

    “I cannot forget that dinner with Dante GabrielRossetti, just before leaving London, nor can I hope to recall itsshining and enduring glory. I am a better, larger man, because of it.And how nearly our feet are set on the same way. It was as if we wereall crossing the plains, and I for a day’s journey and a night’sencampment fell in with and conversed with the captains of the march.”

    http://www.scotshistoryonline.co.uk/rednecks/rednecks.html“So for me, Hobbits, as best I can relate to them in the real world, are Appalachian southerners. I think the southerners that I knew had much in common with the people of Tolkien’s English countryside. I don’t know whether you can still find such folk in England, but I believe there are, at least a few, such folk to be found upon the ridges, and in the hollows of Appalachia.”Karlton DouglasTwo days ago I awoke and wondered how best to tell my readers hpw the Rougemonts became the Orangemen and Ulstermen, and how their Dream that was forced flee the ancient lands of their ancestors, came to dwell in America. Then it struck me, the very ground that lay at my feet rose up and gave me a good bump, for we go to where we have been, and back again, and it was time to bring the Grandfather’s home. And we go there with the words Tolkien’s Rosamunda, and we return with the words of my grandfather, Royal Rosamond, for they are very much the same.I jumped out of bed and rushed to my computer. Had any other writer taken note of how similar the Hillbillies are to the Hobbits? In no time I found the observations of the author, Karlton Douglas. I then went to my book shelf and pulled out ‘Ravola of Thunder Mountain’ published in 1947 the years my late sister was born. Inside the cover is this dedication;”To BERTHA MAY ROSAMOND (now Mrs. Bigalow), my second daughter, who has steadfastly clung to the belief that her Father would leave Literary Footprints on the SANDS OF TIME.Royal Rosamond”Here is a chapter from my Grandfather’s story, whom I never met. I will soon be leaving to see my Grandson, Tyler, Royal’s Great Grandson. I will be bringing The Grandfather’s with me so they may adore Heather’s beautiful son through my eyes.Here is my grandfather, Royal Rosamond, coming home after being away.

    ” I walked on, for I had yet a long way to go before nightfall. Now it was but a mite after mid-day. After leaving the train at Winona, I could have perhaps caught a ride to Eminence had I stayed with the wagon road instead of footing it up the spur-track leading northward to cross Jack’s Fork at the Hodge place where I left to journey up Possum Trot toward Little Wonder Schoolhouse and Tucked Away Church House, above which in the ride to the north, I lived – the place where I was born and which I called home, where my parents had settled in their youth and planned some day to die.

    The House of the Wolfings”Not all who wander are lost.” — J.R.R. Tolkien

    (Images: Grail Artists Edward Burne-Jones and William Morris. Morris tapestry. Wolf House owned by Rudolph Godsclack Roesmont. Tolkien. Morris’s wife by Rossetti)

    “Amidst all which Thiodolf brandished his sword, and cried out in a great voice:

    “Now, now, ye War-sons!Now the Wolf waketh!
    Lo how the Wood-beastWendeth in onset.
    E’en as his feet fare
    Fall on and follow!”

    And he led forth joyously, and terrible rang the long refrained gathered shout of his battle as his folk rushed on together devouring the little space between their ambush and the hazel-beset green-sward.”

    For several days I have been considering authoring my own Ring Legend. Today I discovered that J.R.R. Tolkien was influenced by ‘The House of the Wolfings’ by William Morris, a member of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. Joaquin Miller carried my father to the trolly when he was an infant, and was inspired by the Pre-Raphaelites and John Fremont. My sister and I were inspired by the Pre-Raphaleites – and were captivated by Tolkien’s tales. Before my amazing discovery, I joined three Tolkien yahoogroups.

    In November 2006 I posted a blog titled ‘The Grandfathers Come Home To the Shire. Above are photos of Wolf House where my Rosemont ancestors lived around 1490. The Children of the Wolf have found there way home. I own so much permission to author a Great Wolfen Tale.

    My life’s work, begins.


    Rosamund Clifford (before 1150 – c. 1176), often called “The Fair Rosamund” or the “Rose of the World”, was famed for her beauty and was a mistress of King Henry II of England, famous in English folklore.

    Little is known about Rosamund, but she is discussed in books about Eleanor of Aquitaine, Henry’s queen. The legends concerning her life are many, but few hard facts are available. The story that she was poisoned by a jealous Eleanor is certainly untrue, and so is the tale that Henry constructed the hunting lodge at Woodstock for her and surrounded it with a garden that was a labyrinth (“Rosamund’s Bower,”
    Rosamund was the daughter of the marcher lord Walter de Clifford and his wife Margaret Isobel de Tosny. Walter was originally known as Walter Fitz Richard, but his name was gradually changed to that of his major holding, first as steward, then as lord. This was Clifford Castle on the River Wye. Rosamund had two sisters, Amice and Lucy. Amice married Osbern fitz Hugh of Richard’s Castle and Lucy Hugh de Say of Stokesay. She also had three brothers, Walter II de Clifford, Richard and Gilbert.
    Rosamund probably first met the King when he passed by Clifford Castle in 1163 during one of his campaigns in Wales against Rhys ap Gruffydd.
    Henry’s liaison with Rosamund became public knowledge in 1174; it ended when she retired to the nunnery at Godstow near Oxford in 1176, shortly before her death. Her death was remembered at Hereford Cathedral on 6 July, the same day as that of the king.
    Henry and the Clifford family paid for her tomb at Godstow in the choir of the convent’s church and for an endowment that would ensure care of the tomb by the nuns. It became a popular local shrine until 1191, two years after Henry’s death. Hugh of Lincoln, Bishop of Lincoln, while visiting Godstow, noticed Rosamund’s tomb right in front of the high altar. The tomb was laden with flowers and candles, demonstrating that the local people were still praying there. Unsurprisingly calling Rosamund a harlot, the bishop ordered her remains removed from the church: instead, she was to be buried outside the church ‘with the rest, that the Christian religion may not grow into contempt, and that other women, warned by her example, may abstain from illicit and adulterous intercourse’. Her tomb was moved to the cemetery by the nuns’ chapter house, where it could be visited until it was destroyed in the Dissolution of the Monasteries under Henry VIII of England. The remains of Godstow Priory still stand and are open to the public.





    Princess Rosamond and the Serpent Rouge(Images: Rosamond family crest with cross made of weaver’s needle. Sleeping Beauty)”And still he went farther, and all was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing, and at last he came to the tower, and went up the winding stair, and opened the door of the little room where Rosamond lay. “Dan Brown, Margaret Starbird, Laurence Gardner and others, claim the ‘Sleeping Beauty’ legend is a Grail Quest for a Holy and Rosy Bloodline. Princess Rosamond is associated with the Priory de Sion, Rennes Chateau, the Serepent Rouge, the Sacred Feminine, and Fair Rosamond who dwelt in a Labyrinth and was discovered by the clue of a rouge thead, and thus is associated with Ariadne.Is it just a coincidence that my sister, Christine Rosamond Presco, her mother, Rosemary Rosamond, and her mother Mary Magdalene Rosamond, loved to sew? After I located the unmarked grave of my grandfather, Royal Rosamond, and placed a marker there of two roses, did the existance of my sixteen year old daughter become known to me – for sure. Have I cut through the roses and thorns and awakened a sleeping kingdom of rosy weavers, or, has a troupe of Grail Writers found their way into my Rosy Family Labyrinth and found the kingdom protected by roses – and the needles of the rose?Jon PrescoCopyright 2006

    Beowulf, Rosamond (Hrothmond) and the Rose Mouth Grail
    (Images: Cup-beaer, Wealhbeow, serving mead. Coat of arms. Beowulf fighting dragon. Wolfhouse. Brendal’s mother.)
    A movie version of the legend of Beowulf is due to be released in a week or two. Today I found the definitive proof the name Rosamond comes from the Hrothmond/Hrothmund, and is the source of the Hromund who is the hero of the Icelandic saga,’Hromundr Gripsson’ that inspired Tolkein. Some scholars suggest this saga is the source of some aspects of the Arthurian legend, as well as a source of the Lohengrin legend.
    Hrothmund is the son of Wealhþeow who preformed the ceremony of the mead cup, she the cup-bearer for the Danish kings. No one has been able to define the meaning of her name, but it looks like it ends with “beow” and might stand for mead made of honeycones. It is suggested she is a servant or “slave”, but I see Maiden Server of Mead. Perhaps she is a mead goddess.
    Hrothgar wishes to adopt Beowulf, but Wealhbeow bids the king to not forget Hrothulf, which looks like Hrotwulf “famous wolf” or “redwolf”. Hrothgar has two sons, Hrethric and Hrothmund, the latter being the source of the name Rosamond. Did Beowulf become Hrothmund’s half-brother?
    Hrothmund is said to mean “rose mouth”. This is meaning of the name Rosenmund of which we see a coat of arms with two roses and a cross. There is a Rosenmund Cup that is the centerpiece for the Gerberzunft Guild in Basel. Did this cup ever SERVE mead to distinguished guests, if only in a traditonal sence?
    Beowulf was written by a farmer named Rolf. Is it possible he is my ancestor and lived in Wolfhouse where the Roesmonts dwelt?
    During my testing pilgrimage I tried to clear a path with the sword crossing the inextricable vegetation of the woods, I wanted to reach the residence of the sleeping BEAUTY in whom certain poets saw the QUEEN of a past realm. In desperation of finding my way again the parchments of this Friend were for me, the thread of Ariadne.
    1812GRIMM’S FAIRY TALESTHE SLEEPING BEAUTYby Jacob Ludwig Grimm and Wilhelm Carl GrimmTHE SLEEPING BEAUTY -IN TIMES PAST there lived a King and Queen, who said to each other every day of their lives, “Would that we had a child!” and yet they had none. But it happened once that when the Queen was bathing, there came a frog out of the water, and he squatted on the ground, and said to her, “Thy wish shall be fulfilled; before a year has gone by, thou shalt bring a daughter into the world.”And as the frog foretold, so it happened; and the Queen bore a daughter so beautiful that the King could not contain himself for joy, and he ordained a great feast. Not only did he bid to it his relations, friends, and acquaintances, but also the wise women, that they might be kind and favorable to the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as he had only provided twelve golden plates for them to eat from, one of them had to be left out.However, the feast was celebrated with all splendor; and as it drew to an end, the wise women stood forward to present to the child their wonderful gifts: one bestowed virtue, one beauty, a third riches, and so on, whatever there is in the world to wish for. And when eleven of them had said their say, in came the uninvited thirteenth, burning to revenge herself, and without greeting or respect, she cried with a loud voice, “In the fifteenth year of her age the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down dead.” And without speaking one more word she turned away and left the hall.Every one was terrified at her saying, when the twelfth came forward, for she had not yet bestowed her gift, and though she could not do away with the evil prophecy, yet she could soften it, so she said, “The Princess shall not die, but fall into a deep sleep for a hundred years.”Now the King, being desirous of saving his child even from this misfortune, gave commandment that all the spindles in his kingdom should be burnt up.The maiden grew up, adorned with all the gifts of the wise women; and she was so lovely, modest, sweet, and kind and clever, that no one who saw her could help loving her.It happened one day, she being already fifteen years old, that the King and Queen rode abroad; and the maiden was left behind alone in the castle. She wandered about into all the nooks and corners, and into all the chambers and parlors, as the fancy took her, till at last she came to an old tower. She climbed the narrow winding stair which led to a little door, with a rusty key sticking out of the lock; she turned the key, and the door opened, and there in the little room sat an old woman with a spindle, diligently spinning her flax.
    “Good day, mother,” said the Princess, “what are you doing?” “I am spinning,” answered the old woman, nodding her head. “What thing is that that twists round so briskly?” asked the maiden, and taking the spindle into her hand she began to spin; but no sooner had she touched it than the evil prophecy was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it. In that very moment she fell back upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep, and this sleep fell upon the whole castle.
    The King and Queen, who had returned and were in the great hall fell fast asleep, and with them the whole court. The horses in their stalls, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the wall, the very fire that flickered on the hearth, became still, and slept like the rest; and the meat on the spit ceased roasting, and the cook, who was going to pull the scullion’s hair for some mistake he had made, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind ceased, and not a leaf fell from the trees about the castle.
    Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year, until at last the whole castle was hidden from view, and nothing of it could be seen but the vane on the roof. And a rumor went abroad in all that country of the beautiful sleeping Rosamond, for so was the Princess called; and from time to time many Kings’ sons came and tried to force their way through the hedge; but it was impossible for them to do so, for the thorns held fast together like strong hands, and the young men were caught by them, and not being able to get free, there died a lamentable death.
    Many a long year afterwards there came a King’s son into that country, and heard an old man tell how there should be a castle standing behind the hedge of thorns, and that there a beautiful enchanted Princess named Rosamond had slept for a hundred years, and with her the King and Queen, and the whole court. The old man had been told by his grandfather that many Kings’ sons had sought to pass the thorn-hedge, but had been caught and pierced by the thorns, and had died a miserable death. Then said the young man,
    “Nevertheless, I do not fear to try; I shall win through and see the lovely Rosamond.”
    The good old man tried to dissuade him, but he would not listen to his words.For now the hundred years were at an end, and the day had come when Rosamond should be awakened. When the Prince drew near the hedge of thorns, it was changed into a hedge of beautiful large flowers, which parted and bent aside to let him pass, and then closed behind him in a thick hedge. When he reached the castle-yard, he saw the horses and brindled hunting-dogs lying asleep, and on the roof the pigeons were sitting with their heads under their wings. And when he came indoors, the flies on the wall were asleep, the cook in the kitchen had his hand uplifted to strike the scullion, and the kitchenmaid had the black fowl on her lap ready to pluck.
    Then he mounted higher, and saw in the hall the whole court lying asleep, and above them, on their thrones, slept the King and the Queen. And still he went farther, and all was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing, and at last he came to the tower, and went up the winding stair, and opened the door of the little room where Rosamond lay.And when he saw her looking so lovely in her sleep, he could not turn away his eyes; and presently he stooped and kissed her, and she awaked, and opened her eyes, and looked very kindly on him. And she rose, and they went forth together, the King and the Queen and whole court waked up, and gazed on each other with great eyes of wonderment. And the horses in the yard got up and shook themselves, the hounds sprang up and wagged their tails, the pigeons on the roof drew their heads from under their wings, looked round, and flew into the field,
    Sunday, May 7, 2.00 PM to 2.45 PMPhil Gruber Lecture: Mary Magdalene and the Children of the GrailMary Magdalene herself is considered by many to be the Grail, the womb through which a sacred bloodline, or bloodlines ensued. Are these bloodlines here today as the Indigo Children? The coming of the Indigos is intimately connected to the return of the Sacred Divine Feminine; they are here to help us awaken the ‘sleeping beauty’ within all of us!Phil Gruber holds a B.A. from Rutgers College in English Literature and healing facilitator, for his angelic autoharp music, and has spent the better part of his life researching and lecturing extensively on the Secrets of the Feminine Christos, the Magdalene Mysteries, the Indigos and the Quest for the Holy Grail. He feels that at this pivotal crossroads in the evolution of our race, it is more relevent than ever that we awaken to our own ‘sleeping beauty’, our own Inner Magdalene, the Divine Feminine that has slept within each and every one of us! This is the Time of Destiny, of Sacred Alchemical Union. Phil has spoken at the United Nations, and is presently working on his first book
    Disney as Pagan WorshipperPerhaps the best example of Brown’s own “stretch” of logic and rationality is the contention, as evidenced by the following passage from Da Vinci Code, is the contention that Disney is a promoter and evangelist for Goddess/Magdalene worship. It should serve as a prime example why it is difficult to stretch our own conclusions about similarities as far as Brown.Significantly, this passage was lifted almost intact from Margaret Starbird.”Throughout his entire life, Disney had been hailed as “the Modern-Day Leonardo da Vinci.” Both men were generations ahead of their times, uniquely gifted artists, members of secret societies, and, most notably, avid pranksters. Like Leonardo, Walt Disney loved infusing hidden messages and symbolism in his art. For the trained symbologist, watching an early Disney movie was like being barraged by an avalanche of allusion and metaphor.”Most of Disney’s hidden messages dealt with religion, pagan myth, and stories of the subjugated goddess. It was no mistake that Disney retold tales like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White—all of which dealt with the incarceration of the sacred feminine. Nor did one need a background in symbolism to understand that Snow White—a princess who fell from grace after partaking of a poisoned apple—was a clear allusion to the downfall of Eve in the Garden of Eden. Or that Sleeping Beauty’s Princess Aurora—code-named “Rose” and hidden deep in the forest to protect her from the clutches of the evil witch— was the Grail story for children.This chapter presents an exhausted Sophie surveying how the sacred feminine has surreptitiously survived centuries of persecution: Sir Gawain, Sleeping Beauty, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Magic Flute, Snow White, The Lion King and The Little Mermaid all contain oblique references. Eble’s Depth and Details (referenced earlier) cites The “Little Mermaid” and the Archetype of the Lost “Bride” by Margaret Starbird, author of The Woman With the Alabaster Jar: Mary Magdalene and the Holy Grail (included in Secrets of the Code). Click here for her web site.http://www.stjohns-chs.org/english/davincicode/davincicodefour.html
    “However, the preferred habit of the mountain’s mistress was to enchant some hapless young man into her abode and hold him there under a spell of sexual magnetism, sometimes for years at a time, the immortal goddess wasting the poor man’s life away in orgiastic debauchery. She is said to still be buried there today, lying in her tomb in a deathless sleep, from which she can only be raised by the embrace of a new young man. Thus arose the tale of “Sleeping Beauty”, a myth referred to repeatedly in the evocative poem published by the Priory of Sion called Le Serpent Rouge, a poem that also makes repeated references to the flood, and to the area of Rennes-le-Chateau in the south of France.”.
    During my testing pilgrimage I tried to clear a path with the sword crossing the inextricable vegetation of the woods, I wanted to reach the residence of the sleeping BEAUTY in whom certain poets saw the QUEEN of a past realm. In desperation of finding my way again the parchments of this Friend were for me, the thread of Ariadne.
    This describes the “Herculean” task of finding the tomb of the goddess-queen said to be buried in the Pyrenees. She embodies the goddess archetype of Venus, the Sleeping Beauty. The symbols of the labyrinth and the dense woods are identical and are often combined in other versions of the Tomb of Venus tale. Nicholas de Vere writes in The Dragon Legacy that, “Labyrinths were often placed in the center of groves. Sleeping Beauty, Diana and Rapunzel’s tower were all located in the middle of groves or thick woods.” And as the poem says, Venus was indeed a queen during the golden age. That kingdom is now “fallen”, and it is that “fallen kingdom” which the Priory of Sion wishes to revive.Worried about finding the way again, the parchments of this Friend were for me like the thread of Ariadne.Here we have a direct reference to the aforementioned labyrinth, specifically the one built on Crete which is the center of the famous Greek myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. This labyrinth symbol repeatedly comes up in connection to the Venus myth and the Holy Grail. The labyrinth is often located inside the caverns of Venus’s enchanted mountain, or, as in the Rapunzel story, can be entered through a tower that represents a mountain. In fact in Scandinavia labyrinths are referred to as “Babylons”, indicating that perhaps a labyrinth was located underneath the Tower of Babel, like the labyrinths that have been found underneath South American ziggurats and the pyramids of Egypt. There may then be one underneath the mountains of Rennes-le-Chateau.
    As Nicholas de Vere states, “The labyrinth, like the pyramid and its collaterals, is thought to be a development of the idea of the mountain cave.”De Vere also sees the labyrinths as a feminine, vaginal symbol, and the Sleeping Beauty story as a metaphor for sex magic. He points out that the word “labyrinth” very likely comes from “labia”, and that, “On at least two occasions in England labyrinths have been euphemistically referred to as ‘fishtraps’”, bringing to mind not only a vaginal connotation, but one specifically associated with Venus, who was represented in myth by the fish, and who came from a race of “navigators”, all of whom were associated with fish and water. In some versions of the myth of the Melusine – that half-woman, half-fish who was the spawn of Satan (clearly a representation of the Venus archetype), and who spawned the Angevin kings – de Vere says that Melusine is depicted as residing in the midst of a labyrinth.
    “The center of the maze”, he writes, “incorporated a black cubic stone, from which spurted the waters of life, La Fontaine de Soif, and the blood of the Virgin Womb.” This relates to de Vere’s theory that the Grail kings of the ancient world regularly participated in a vampiric ritual that involved drinking the menstrual blood and female ejaculate of so-called “Grail maidens”, the foremost of which was Venus herself, “the Queen of Harlots”, and head of the temple prostitutes.This ritual would have been cause itself for the Grail kings to observe a 364-day lunar calendar based on thirteen lunar (and menstrual) cycles of twenty-eight days each. Such a calendar would seem to be represented by the labyrinth on the floor of the Chartres Cathedral in France, of which de Vere writes that, “The radius of the maze is 21 feet, which is 3 x 7, representing the three fallow weeks of the menstrual cycle.
    The week of menstruus would be represented by the point at the center of the maze, which is, on certain days, illuminated red.” This is accomplished by use of a stained glass window through which sunlight shines upon the center of the maze. Here also can be found, according to de Vere, a “six-petaled Plantagenet or wild rose, carved into which there seems to be an M figure reminiscent of the symbol of Virgo.”In the myth of the Minotaur, the thread of Ariadne is what allowed Theseus to escape from the Labyrinth after slaying the beast. Every nine years, the Minotaur required a sacrifice of seven youths and seven virgins, who were placed as hapless victims inside the labyrinth, where they were torn apart and eaten by the monster. This state of affairs is what Theseus was sent to rectify by slaying the monster. As de Vere writes, “…by the time Theseus is said to have turned up, the tribute to the Minotaur in youths’ and virgins’ blood had been paid twice in 18 years. Gematrically this gives us a total of 28 victims, on one lunar cycle of 28 days.”Ariadne, while depicted as human in some versions of the tale, would appear to represent a spider who spins a magic thread. Note the similarity between the name of “Ariadne” and that of “Arachne”, from whence we get the word “arachnid”, denoting an eight-legged creature, such as a spider. (2) Arachne was a Greek goddess, the master spinstress of Olympia, who hanged herself after she lost a web-spinning contest to the goddess Minerva. Her competitor then felt sorry for her, and reincarnated her in the form of a spider. This web-spinning goddess figure would seem to have a link to Sleeping Beauty, who, if you will recall, fell into a deathless sleep after pricking her finger on an enchanted spinning wheel. Theseus entered the labyrinth with the magic thread of Ariadne tied around his waist, like the cable tow of the Freemasons that is worn while “groping for light” (akin to traversing a labyrinth) during their initiation ceremonies. De Vere compares the story to that of Rapunzel, writing that, “In Rapunzel the golden thread is her hair, and the maze is substituted by the equally daunting but related structure, a Tower.”Thanks to him, from now on with measuredhttp://plusultrablog.com/blog/?page_id=708
    In fairy tales, such as Sleeping Beauty or Rapunzel, there is always a helpless maiden, a woman frustrated because she has no male consort- Sleeping Beauty was cursed with a sleeping spell and Rapunzel was kept a prisoner in a tower, only to be saved by a handsome prince. This, Gardner insists, is only another manifestation of the Grail legends, of the inevitable union of man and woman for dynastic intentions, such as those dating back to old Sumerian civilizations. The same applies to the ring lore. Rings, symbols of eternity and perpetual bloodline. The rings of power have been the source of inspiration for J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings” and the Wagner opera “Ring of the Nibelung” which he had himself taken from the Norse sagas.
    It was widely known at the time, throughout both England and France, that Henry was having an affair with young Rosamond de Clifford. Eleanor’s spies reported the goings-on to her in her castle at Poitiers, to which she had now retired. It seems that as the affair persisted, she became angrier, since Henry’s past affairs had never lasted long and this new infatuation appeared to be growing more intense. Eleanor decided to act, stealing into England with her knights, headed for Woodstock, where Henry had his mistress hidden away. The palace was deep in the forest and its approaches were constructed like a labyrinth designed to foil Eleanor, should she ever decide to do what she was doing now. Alas for Rosamond, a silk thread had become detached from a needlework chest that the King had given her for embroidery.
    Once the Queen discovered it, she was able to follow it to the heart of the labyrinth and surprise the young woman. The Queen’s soldiers quickly overpowered the single brave knight who was there to protect her and at last Eleanor confronted her nemesis. She offered Rosamond a choice between a dagger and a cup of poisoned wine. Rosamond apparently chose the poison and died, and that was the end of her, or so the story goes.

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