#william

ramnath@nerdpol.ch

#Quote Posted by Journeyman (here)
Maybe some here will be interested in #SamGeppi's analysis of Charles's astrological chart and the correlation he's noted between Royal events and eclipses?

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=UXUA4bjU67I

We're heading towards the Great American #Eclipse on #April 8th and there appears to be a massive amount of predictive programming and the like surrounding this. One way and another I think we're going to have an interesting spring and summer...

Thanks to @Ian33 for putting me on to Sam. Hope you're well Ian.

Interesting. #Charles, #William and #George were all born on eclipse. All inline to be Kings, their births very likely planned to happen on eclipse.
William also born on the summer solstice.

#RudolfSteiner is interesting on the significance of #eclipses.
https://anthroposophy.eu/Eclipses

adamblewett@diasp.org

#William Shakespeare

Sonnet CV

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.

Sonnet CVI

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Sonnet CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

(https://youtu.be/-dPWAuDruKg?si=GYdQdSXqmapjd8Hi)