The Great Vision of Sir Francis Bacon
(Reposted from The Francis Bacon Research Trust Journal)
Sir Francis Bacon (Tudor), immediately after he had been told of his royal birth, tells us that he experienced a powerful and unforgettable vision at that traumatic point in his life, when the idea “stirred within” him and “took form” of a Great Vision given him for his life purpose and for the world’s future. MW Francis Bacon (Tudor) received a devastating blow at the age of fourteen years which affected his whole life dramatically, when he discovered who his natural parents were and who he rightly was. The sudden and unintended revelation burst explosively into his (and others) consciousness with an uncontrolled force that caused dread lips to be sealed, inaugurating a chain of crucifying events that were to have the profoundest effect on mankind. World history books do not record this information yet of that time period of Queen Elizabeth I of England and MW Francis Bacon (Tudor), who was the lawful eldest son of the Queen, Prince of Wales and heir to the throne of England, but will eventually be re-written to agree with these researched revelations. MW Francis Bacon (Tudor) speaks, as deciphered from his own words and testimony in his secret personal cipher:
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And now it is time for us to tell you how we found the way to conceal these ciphers.
One night, when a youth, while we were reading the Holy Scriptures of our great God, something compelled us to turn to the Proverbs and read that passage of Solomon, the King, wherein he affirmeth “that the glory of God is to conceal a thing, but the glory of a king is to find it out.” And we thought how odd and strange it read, and attentively looked into the subtlety of the passage.
As we read and pondered the wise words and lofty language of this precious book of love, there comes a flame of fire which fills all the room and obcures our eyes with its celestial glory. And from it swells a heavenly voice that, lifting our mind above her human bounds, ravisheth our soul with its sweet, heavenly music. And thus it spake:
“My son, fear not, but take thy fortunes and thy honours up. Be that thou knowest thou art, then thou art as great as that thou fearest. Thou art not what thou seemest. At thy birth the front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; the goats ran from the mountains, and the herds were strangely clamorous to the freighted fields. These signs have marked thee extraordinary, and all the courses of thy life will show thou art not in the roll of common men.
Where is the living, clipt in by the sea that chides the banks of England, Scotland and Wales, who will call thee pupil, or will read to thee? And bring him out that is but woman’s son, (who) will trace thee in the tedious ways of art and hold thee pace in deep experiment.
Be thou not, therefore, afraid of greatness, I charge thee. Some men become great by advancement, vain and favour of their prince; some have greatness thrust upon them by the world; and some achieve greatness by reason of their wit; for there is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to glorious fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and miseries.
In such a sea thou art now afloat, and thou must take the current when it serves, or lose thy ventures. Thy fates open their hands to thee. Decline them not, but let thy blood and spirit embrace them, and climb the height of virtue’s sacred hill, where endless honour shall be made thy mead.
Remember that thou hast just read, that the Divine Majesty takes delight to hide His works, according to the innocent play of children, to have them found out. Surely for thee to follow the example of the Most High God cannot be censured?
Therefore put away any popular applause and, after the manner of Solomon the King, compose a history of thy times and fold it into enigmatical writings and cunning mixtures of the Theatre, mingled as the colours in a painter’s shell, and it will in due course of time be found.
For there shall be born in the world (not in years, but in ages) a man whose pliant and obedient mind we, of the supernatural world, will take special heed, by all possible endeavor, to frame and mould into a pipe for thy fingers to sound what stop thy please; and this man either led or driven, as we point the way, will yield himself a disciple of thine, and will search and seek out thy disordered and confused strings and roots with some peril and unsafety to himself.
For men in scornful and arrogant manner will call him mad, and point at him the finger of scorn; and yet they will, upon trial, practice and study of thy plan, see that the secret, by great and voluminous labour hath been found out.”
And then the voice we heard ceased and passed away.
Text reposted from:
The Francis Bacon Research Trust Journal, The Great Vision
(Series 1) ISSN: 0262 8228,
(Vol.4) ISBN: 0 86293 007 3:
Photos and captions from The Francis Bacon Research Trust