In These Signs Conquer
by Ellis Taylor www.ellisctaylor.com
All around us there are signs and messages beseeching us to notice them. The
obvious ones are the in your face 'buy me-s' and tyrannical commands such as
'do this or don't do that', but everywhere, all of the time, there are more
subtle signals aimed at assisting us. In our preoccupation with treading the
line we mostly miss, or worse, ignore them. Some call them coincidences, I
don't. The Universe (the Great Unconscious) is always offering us
opportunities and the means to answers. It wears its fingers to the bone
knitting together the different strands for jumpers to suit us. The ensemble
is there, hanging on the rail, just waiting for us to notice it. "Pick me!
Pick me!" it shouts; but unfortunately our senses are so subdued that if we
ever do notice these promptings they are more like a mumbled whisper. There
are some occasions when the Universe just ain't having that and will ensure
that no matter how dull-witted the person is they are going to get the
message whether they realise it or not. Eventually, it hopes, the penny will
drop.
Enter one such dim-wit, me.
"Ellis!" "Ellis!" "Ellis!" Three times I heard my name called within an
hour. The first time was in the Oxford City Library. I turned around to find
a middle-aged couple. This 'Ellis' was a well-dressed and elegant man with
his equally spruce wife. I've never met another 'Ellis' in my entire life,
but here, in the library, was another.
The second time I heard my name called happened as my friend and I strode
towards the Ashmoleum Museum. I was on a mission to find pictures of Mary
Magdalene for this new book, "In These Signs Conquer".
This time it was yours truly being called. I'd just remarked to my friend
how rare it is that I meet someone I know in Oxford these days when...
"Ellis!" I heard someone shout out from a car parked on double-yellow lines.
Through the windscreen I could just make out someone waving frantically
behind the glare. It was a cousin of mine who lives several miles away, and
who I very rarely see. Her name is Patricia; red haired, green-eyed and very
becoming, even her name betrays her regal Pictish origins, it means 'of
noble descent'.
Presently my friend Mac and I were climbing the stairs to the portrait
galleries in the Ashmoleum. I'd just entered one hall when yet again I heard
my name called. "Ellis!" I heard a young woman's voice and span round to see
the girl reach out to a young attendant. At the same time I spotted a
painting of Mary Magdalene behind them. I didn't detect anything unusual
about the painting at the time but took a few photographs and moved on. Many
of the paintings have notices besides them prohibiting photography but this
one of Mary didn't.
On returning home I downloaded the photographs to the computer. As I was
looking at the photograph of the Mary Magdalene painting I thought to
myself, 'It's such a shame that the photo is so narrow because it would make
a great front cover image.' The colours and the subject were so appropriate.
Then it occurred to me that I could try mirroring it and joining both images
together using paintshop, and then that might make the picture large enough.
So I did that.
It was, paradoxically, one of those Damascus moments! I was dumbstruck by
what emerged from this process. There, right in the middle of the mirrored
Marys was a leering demon in all its golden glory and what's more it had its
arms wrapped around our heroines. From its gaping mouth fell crosses and
below this, I fancy, a pretty good likeness of the Shroud of Turin. Above
the picture was now another beast, this time leonine looking and sporting a
snout resembling a McDonalds' logo.
The painting formed part of the decoration of an altar panel in either
Venice or Padua and is by the artist Francesco de' Franceschi. This 15th
century work is yet another example of what can lay hidden from the
intellectual, mundane fixed eye. There is no doubt that de' Franceschi
intended this deceit. The clues are right there to see in the now obviously
inappropriate shapes and shades within the picture. I didn't really notice
them in the museum. Only for a brief moment did my eye and suspicion
converge on the golden arrow, but I must have dismissed that. Now it sticks
out like a hockey scrum, and the demon seems so damn obvious.
This humbling experience, so eloquent in its delivery, was especially
significant because "In These Signs Conquer" is devoted to revealing many of
the unseen messages in modern and historic art and literature.
After a lifetime of otherworldly experiences I've not so much noticed the
invisible as had it rammed in my face; which just goes to show what a
frustration I must be to them upstairs. I suspect that the cry, "Christ
Almighty!" has been uttered regularly by those who have to resort to
figuratively kicking my shins. Having said that, I do try; and I do
eventually notice stuff, sometimes quite quickly. I'm getting better. I
think so anyway. Imagination and intuition, they are the key, the
whispering winds, the channels bearing the breath of the Goddess.
"In These Signs Conquer" is a channelled book in that it is crammed with
stuff I didn't know I knew, though I am assured by my mentors that I do. I
followed signs, gathered threads, and was led to extraordinary insights
regarding our past, present and future, and who we, human beings, really
are.
We humans have been blessed, incredibly blessed. We are unique, immortal and
infinite. We can do anything. We are also innately trusting and loving and
these beautiful aspects of our nature are the very means by which we have
been persuaded to forget who and what we truly are. Because we care, the
Darkness which despises that has taken advantage and subsumed our conscious
minds. This has enabled it to accentuate the importance of intellect
(conscious mind), diminish the roles of intuition, imagination and emotions
and thereby separate us from our natural connections to the Great
Unconscious.
Throughout time the Great Unconscious has injected refined for the moment
souls equipped to communicate the true nature of reality to that and
succeeding epochs. Cautious not to shine their light too noticeably in this
conquered realm of Darkness they have resorted to numerous means to
efficiently broadcast the messages they have been charged with.
Misunderstood, many have been reviled, ridiculed and often disposed of. Yet
they keep coming and humankind is gradually waking up. Some of these heralds
are acknowledged in my book; they include Plato, Galileo, Francis Bacon and
Leonardo da Vinci. There are a few surprises too, but I'll leave that for
the reader to discover.
My hope is that "In These Signs Conquer" will inspire everyone to, as
Jonathan Swift said, see the invisible, in everything.
© Ellis C Taylor
In These Signs Conquer is published by TGS Hidden Mysteries and is available
from:
BiggyBoo Books in the UK
www.biggyboobooks.com/signs.html
or
Hidden Mysteries in the USA
http://hiddenmysteries.com/xcart/product.php?productid=17387
Price: $22.95 (£12.95) + p&p
All around us there are signs and messages beseeching us to notice them. The
obvious ones are the in your face 'buy me-s' and tyrannical commands such as
'do this or don't do that', but everywhere, all of the time, there are more
subtle signals aimed at assisting us. In our preoccupation with treading the
line we mostly miss, or worse, ignore them. Some call them coincidences, I
don't. The Universe (the Great Unconscious) is always offering us
opportunities and the means to answers. It wears its fingers to the bone
knitting together the different strands for jumpers to suit us. The ensemble
is there, hanging on the rail, just waiting for us to notice it. "Pick me!
Pick me!" it shouts; but unfortunately our senses are so subdued that if we
ever do notice these promptings they are more like a mumbled whisper. There
are some occasions when the Universe just ain't having that and will ensure
that no matter how dull-witted the person is they are going to get the
message whether they realise it or not. Eventually, it hopes, the penny will
drop.
Enter one such dim-wit, me.
"Ellis!" "Ellis!" "Ellis!" Three times I heard my name called within an
hour. The first time was in the Oxford City Library. I turned around to find
a middle-aged couple. This 'Ellis' was a well-dressed and elegant man with
his equally spruce wife. I've never met another 'Ellis' in my entire life,
but here, in the library, was another.
The second time I heard my name called happened as my friend and I strode
towards the Ashmoleum Museum. I was on a mission to find pictures of Mary
Magdalene for this new book, "In These Signs Conquer".
This time it was yours truly being called. I'd just remarked to my friend
how rare it is that I meet someone I know in Oxford these days when...
"Ellis!" I heard someone shout out from a car parked on double-yellow lines.
Through the windscreen I could just make out someone waving frantically
behind the glare. It was a cousin of mine who lives several miles away, and
who I very rarely see. Her name is Patricia; red haired, green-eyed and very
becoming, even her name betrays her regal Pictish origins, it means 'of
noble descent'.
Presently my friend Mac and I were climbing the stairs to the portrait
galleries in the Ashmoleum. I'd just entered one hall when yet again I heard
my name called. "Ellis!" I heard a young woman's voice and span round to see
the girl reach out to a young attendant. At the same time I spotted a
painting of Mary Magdalene behind them. I didn't detect anything unusual
about the painting at the time but took a few photographs and moved on. Many
of the paintings have notices besides them prohibiting photography but this
one of Mary didn't.
On returning home I downloaded the photographs to the computer. As I was
looking at the photograph of the Mary Magdalene painting I thought to
myself, 'It's such a shame that the photo is so narrow because it would make
a great front cover image.' The colours and the subject were so appropriate.
Then it occurred to me that I could try mirroring it and joining both images
together using paintshop, and then that might make the picture large enough.
So I did that.
It was, paradoxically, one of those Damascus moments! I was dumbstruck by
what emerged from this process. There, right in the middle of the mirrored
Marys was a leering demon in all its golden glory and what's more it had its
arms wrapped around our heroines. From its gaping mouth fell crosses and
below this, I fancy, a pretty good likeness of the Shroud of Turin. Above
the picture was now another beast, this time leonine looking and sporting a
snout resembling a McDonalds' logo.
The painting formed part of the decoration of an altar panel in either
Venice or Padua and is by the artist Francesco de' Franceschi. This 15th
century work is yet another example of what can lay hidden from the
intellectual, mundane fixed eye. There is no doubt that de' Franceschi
intended this deceit. The clues are right there to see in the now obviously
inappropriate shapes and shades within the picture. I didn't really notice
them in the museum. Only for a brief moment did my eye and suspicion
converge on the golden arrow, but I must have dismissed that. Now it sticks
out like a hockey scrum, and the demon seems so damn obvious.
This humbling experience, so eloquent in its delivery, was especially
significant because "In These Signs Conquer" is devoted to revealing many of
the unseen messages in modern and historic art and literature.
After a lifetime of otherworldly experiences I've not so much noticed the
invisible as had it rammed in my face; which just goes to show what a
frustration I must be to them upstairs. I suspect that the cry, "Christ
Almighty!" has been uttered regularly by those who have to resort to
figuratively kicking my shins. Having said that, I do try; and I do
eventually notice stuff, sometimes quite quickly. I'm getting better. I
think so anyway. Imagination and intuition, they are the key, the
whispering winds, the channels bearing the breath of the Goddess.
"In These Signs Conquer" is a channelled book in that it is crammed with
stuff I didn't know I knew, though I am assured by my mentors that I do. I
followed signs, gathered threads, and was led to extraordinary insights
regarding our past, present and future, and who we, human beings, really
are.
We humans have been blessed, incredibly blessed. We are unique, immortal and
infinite. We can do anything. We are also innately trusting and loving and
these beautiful aspects of our nature are the very means by which we have
been persuaded to forget who and what we truly are. Because we care, the
Darkness which despises that has taken advantage and subsumed our conscious
minds. This has enabled it to accentuate the importance of intellect
(conscious mind), diminish the roles of intuition, imagination and emotions
and thereby separate us from our natural connections to the Great
Unconscious.
Throughout time the Great Unconscious has injected refined for the moment
souls equipped to communicate the true nature of reality to that and
succeeding epochs. Cautious not to shine their light too noticeably in this
conquered realm of Darkness they have resorted to numerous means to
efficiently broadcast the messages they have been charged with.
Misunderstood, many have been reviled, ridiculed and often disposed of. Yet
they keep coming and humankind is gradually waking up. Some of these heralds
are acknowledged in my book; they include Plato, Galileo, Francis Bacon and
Leonardo da Vinci. There are a few surprises too, but I'll leave that for
the reader to discover.
My hope is that "In These Signs Conquer" will inspire everyone to, as
Jonathan Swift said, see the invisible, in everything.
© Ellis C Taylor
In These Signs Conquer is published by TGS Hidden Mysteries and is available
from:
BiggyBoo Books in the UK
www.biggyboobooks.com/signs.html
or
Hidden Mysteries in the USA
http://hiddenmysteries.com/xcart/product.php?productid=17387
Price: $22.95 (£12.95) + p&p
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