www.ellisctaylor.com
Articles
In These Signs Conquer
Revealing the secret signs an Age has obscured
by Ellis Taylor
"Inspiring" "Breathtaking" "Unique" "A joy"
Available from Hidden Mysteries
Please click here or on the cover for more information
Relevant books
& websites
INTRODUCTION TO ARTICLES Please read before proceeding
Three Times ...A Lady
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
12th December 2006
"In These Signs Conquer" is published by TGS Hidden Mysteries and is available from:
or
Price: $22.95 (£12.95) + p&p
