© Gunnar Tómasson

23 May 2016

I. Francis Bacon‘s Personal Life-Story¹

(By Alfred Dodd, Master Mason)

2200402

PROEM = 2934

Oh Divine Master! Mighty Creator who didst work in secret to outpour on the Stage of Life, in sublime Imitation of the craftsmanship of the Ineffable One, a Cavalcade of Characters the most diverse – Kings and Queens, wits and clowns, virtuous loveliness and ugly wantonness – Thou are not as other men. On Thee before thy birth, the Most High breathed into thy Soul a fuller measure of the Creative Fiat than is possible for an ordinary mortal to absorb: for thou wert an Instrument properly prepared for thy Task by many incarnations of varying complexity – the Task of charting and shaping a newer and a better World from the rotting remains of an outworn Feudalism. = 299870

Thou didst fling back the Curtains of Ignorance which darkened the mental and spiritual life of the World – in high places and low – so that the Sun of Knowledge and Wisdom, Truth and Right-Thinking might shed its Beams of Light to illume not only the Highways of mankind but the nooks and corners of mass activities where Men in Darkness sit and plot Evil to the hurt of their Fellows. = 171277

Master Sublime! Thou wert given a great Task by the Master of the Spheres, being Born no less than to set the world moving on other Lines – on the Right Lines – by the aid of the square and the compasses. And because Thou wert sent to minister to Man in an evil Age of Ignorance and Intolerance, when Men had forgotten the Wisdom of the Ancients in Morals, Science and Art, and had forgotten the Greatest Science of all – the Love Philosophy of Plato, the Ethical Revelations of Jesus, the Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of man – Thy Task was one of supreme difficulty and danger; and the Lessons Thou hadst to learn while the Work was being accomplished that qualified Thee for Divine Rulership over many things were Lessons of Trial, Sorrow and Bitter Anguish. Yet the Work was done to the Honour and Glory of the Great Architect who plans all Things by the Word of His Mouth. He who guided Thee from the Cradle to the Grave so that thou didst truly describe Thyself as a Servant to Posterity. = 438702

Happy Warrior! Thou didst not merely think High Thoughts but didst Fight for Thy Ideals, Thy Philosophy of Ethics and Education, by Action on many Planes of Being. Thoughts were translated into Deeds. So, for four hundred years, thou hast moved the World in many Departments of Learning. Thou didst indeed lay Great Bases for Eternity. Today, we are beginning to reap what Thou didst sow. = 170739

And because men in thy Age, by reason of their strict observance of outworn political, social and theological Shibboleths, would not have understood Thy Motives and what was principal in Thy Intentions, much of Thy Work had to be done in Secret by Thy Sons – the Brethren who assisted Thee in Thy Work, the Secret School that trod in the footsteps of the Great Teachers of Antiquity. And because Thou couldst not dare to declare openly – for that would have courted destruction – Thy complete Message Thou didst come to deliver, which was for the good of man’s body, mind and soul. Thou hast been much misunderstood in these latter years by superficialists who see only the surface of things and so judge Thee and Thy Ideals harshly; and some have woefully misrepresented Thee in order to puff up an ignoble triumph over Thy silent voice and thy Quill of dust. = 385251

Great Master! The Sons of Thy Elizabethan Disciples, our Ancient Brethren, still live and have entered by Succession into Thy Labours. Some of them know the Problem of Thy Life and what Thou hast done; and though men know it not Thou hast Triumphed indeed over Thy enemies – over Ignorance, Intolerance and Uncharitableness – for Thy interpretations of Nature and the Words of Thy “New Philosophy” are heard the World over every evening “when the Sun is at its Meridian”. Thy Thoughts today are our Thoughts … the Thoughts of Everyman. Thy Ideals are our Ideals. If our great Poets are the Lords of Language thou art indeed the King. Thou art to us as the salt to the sea … inseparable; as the air we breathe, part of us, and we cannot cast Thee out even when we become simply cunning casts in clay: for Thy influence will still pursue us. In every department of human thought, life and action, Thy Torch has led the way into the inmost recesses of Nature, Mind and Soul. Thou reignest not only in the Chair of King Solomon, the Most Wise, but in the Seat of the Great God Apollo the Symbol of Creative Power. = 486713

This book is written that men who have misjudged Thee will turn from their errors and will understand Thee aright – Thy nobleness, Thy Majesty, as the Sublime Figure that ushered in the Modern Age in language, literature, science and philosophy, as the Being who is the embodiment of the Teachings of Socrates and Plato and the work of Amen Ra. That this work under Providence may accomplish its full purpose, the Time being ripe, of destroying error and vindicating Truth, is the sole desire of one of Thy humblest disciples who seeks to serve. = 241445

Alfred Dodd = 3471

Total 2200402

II + III + IV + V = 948513 + 438097 + 509741 + 304051 = 2200402

II. Eternall Reader, You haue heere a New play

(1609 Preface, Troilus and Cressida)

948513

Eternall reader, you have heere a new play, never stal’d with the Stage, never clapper-clawd with the palmes of the vulger, and yet passing full of the palme comicall; for it is a birth of your braine, that never undertooke any thing commicall, vainely: And were but the vaine names of comedies changde for the titles of Commodities, or of Playes for Pleas; you should see all those grand censors, that now stile them such vanities, flock to them for the maine grace of their gravities: especially this authors Commedies, that are so fram’d to the life, that they serve for the most common Commentaries of all the actions of our lives, shewing such a dexteritie and power of witte, that the most displeased with Playes, are pleasd with his Commedies. And all such dull and heavy-witted worldlings, as were never capable of the witte of a Commedie, comming by report of them to his representations, have found that witte there that they never found in themselves, and have parted better-wittied then they came: feeling an edge of witte set upon them, more then ever they dreamd they had braine to grinde it on. So much and such savored salt of witte is in his Commedies, that they seeme (for their height of pleasure) to be borne in that sea that brought forth Venus. Amongst all there is none more witty then this: And had I time I would comment upon it, though I know it needs not, (for so much as will make you thinke your testerne well bestowd) but for so much worth, as even poore I know to be stuft in it. It deserves such a labour, as well as the best Commedy in Terence or Plautus. And beleeve this, That when hee is gone, and his Commedies out of sale, you will scramble for them, and set up a new English Inquisition. Take this for a warning, and at the perrill of your pleasures losse, and Judgements, refuse not, nor like this the lesse for not being sullied, with the smoaky breath of the multitude; but thanke fortune for the scape it hath made amongst you. Since by the grand possessors wills, I beleeve, you should have prayd for them rather then beene prayd. And so I leave all such to bee prayd for (for the states of their wits healths) that will not praise it. Vale. = 948513

III. A New Play – Abomination of Desolation

(The Globe, 1976-2016)

438097

From message posted to friends on 26 February 2014:

While in Iceland last August, I met with Pétur Halldórsson at the Cafe Milano in Reykjavík. We discussed matters of mutual interest, including what my Saga Cipher work might possibly “mean“.

I took a napkin and, for emphasis, wrote down the number 438097. This is the Cipher Sum of some three dozen names of persons, institutions, dates and events during the reference period, including two famous murder cases, a sex scandal in high places, and presumptive lies told in connection therewith.

I told Pétur (what I had long surmised) that I believed that this number was associated with a watershed event in human history whose final phase was upon our world.

An earth-shaking culmination of human and spiritual evolution.

IV. Francis Bacon’s Essayes – A New Worke

(Dedication, 1625)

509741

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE MY VERY GOOD LO. THE DVKE of Buckingham his Grace, LO. High Admirall of England.                                                                                     

EXCELLENT LO. SALOMON saies; A good Name is as a precious oyntment; And I assure my selfe, such wil your Graces Name bee, with Posteritie. For your Fortune, and Merit both, haue beene Eminent. And you haue planted Things, that are like to last. I doe now publish my Essayes; Which, of all my other workes, haue beene most Currant: For that, as it seemes, they come home, to Mens Businesse, and Bosomes. I haue enlarged them, both in Number, and Weight; So that they are indeed a New Worke. I thought it therefore agreeable, to my Affection, and Obligation to your Grace, to prefix your Name before them, both in English, and in Latine. For I doe conceiue, that the Latine Volume of them, (being in the Vniuersall Language) may last, as long as Bookes last. My Instauration, I dedicated to the King: my Historie of HENRY the Seuenth (which I haue now also translated into Latine) and my Portions of Naturall History, to the Prince: And these I dedicate to your Grace; Being of the best Fruits, that by the good Encrease, which God giues to my Pen and Labours, I could yeeld. God leade your Grace by the Hand.

Your Graces most Obliged and faithfull Seruant, FR. St. ALBAN = 509741

V. The measure of Our Eternall Poet‘s song is done

(Augustan-Saga-Shakespeare Myth)

304051

105113 = Plato‘s World Soul²

7 = Hebrew Man of Seventh Day

677 = EK – Saga Author

9322 = William Shakespeare

7524 = The Second Coming – Jesus Christ

181408 = Omega – Ovid‘s Metamorphoses³

304051

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Calculator for converting letters to cipher values is at:

http://www.light-of-truth.com/ciphersaga.htm

¹Alfred Dodd, Francis Bacon’s Personal Life-Story, Rider & Company, London, 1986, pp. 556-557.

²Defined as the sum of 34 numerical values derived from the tonal scale in the so-called Traditional Construction of the World Soul. (See p. 229, Plato´s Mathematical Imagination by Robert Brumbaugh; on the Internet.)

³Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignis

nec poterit ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas.

Cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius

ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi:

parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis

astra ferar, nomenque erit indelebile nostrum,

quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris,

ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama,

siquid habent veri vatum praesagia, vivam. = 181408  

And now the measure of my song is done:

The work has reached its end; the book is mine,

None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove,

Nor war, nor fire, nor flood,

Nor venomous time that eats our lives away.

Then let that morning come, as come it will,

When this disguise I carry shall be no more,

And all the treacherous years of life undone,

And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music,

The deathless music of the circling stars.

As long as Rome is the Eternal City

These lines shall echo from the lips of men,

As long as poetry speaks truth on earth,

That immortality is mine to wear.

(Transl. by Horace Gregory,

Ovid – The Metamorphoses, Mentor Books, 1960, p. 441)