Strange stuff in the magical realm for the Royal family, turbulent times.

Thread: Prince William - Supernatural Destiny - Antichrist - Messiah And Very High Strangeness V2


The Queen and I

The Queen and I live at the foot of opposite sides of Arthurs seat. I live along round the road from Holyrood palace as it winds round Arthur seat the hill in the middle of Edinburgh shaped like a crouching Lion. The Queen stays at Holyrood palace when she is in Edinburgh the capital of Scotland. The only pub she ever had a bottle of wine and a meal was in the local inn literaly four minutes walk from me. She and prince Philip came stopping by at ten one night on the way back from the horse races. I was in my toiler when i heard the postman tell my neighbour that he went to to the toilet and Prince Phillip was in the cubicle doing a pee and several of his security detail where in with him (presumably not in the cubicle!) [link to www.filmedinburgh.org (secure)] [link to www.edinburghnews.scotsman.com (secure)] [link to www.telegraph.co.uk (secure)]




Here is her official racing colours, all her jockeys wear it:

The jockeys riding Her Majesty's horses can be identified by The Queen's racing colours: purple body with gold braid, scarlet sleeves, and black velvet cap with gold fringe – the same as those of King Edward VII and George IV as Prince Regent.




(The origins of Racing Silks probably date back to medieval times, when Knights on horseback would wear bright colours to identify themselves in battle or during jousting contests. Today it’s a requirement of horseracing that every owner must register at least one set of Silks (Colours), this allows punters and racecourse officials to quickly identify a horse and jockey.)


"And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication: How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: for she saith in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow." [link to 3.bp.blogspot.com (secure)]

When Queen Eizabeth became Queen she acceded the throne whilst up a tree in a two room treehouse in Kenya with wild animals roaming about. She arrived in the afternoon and left in the morning. Her father King George died in his sleep that night.

The legendary hunter Jim Corbett, a resident of Treetops at the time, wrote the now famous lines in the visitors' log book:

For the first time in the history of the world, a young girl climbed into a tree one day a Princess and after having what she described as her most thrilling experience she climbed down from the tree next day a Queen — God bless her.

Coincidentaly, Queen Elizabeth I also found out she was Queen by a tree "When she was told she was queen, she was sitting, reading history, under a tree at the great park at Hatfield"

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3Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. 4The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and the filth of her adulteries. 5The name written on her forehead was a mystery:

BABYLON THE GREAT

THE MOTHER OF PROSTITUTES

AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.

"Having a golden cup in her hand . . .—Translate, Having a golden cup in her hand teeming with abominations and with the unclean things of the fornication of the earth. Jeremiah (Jeremiah 51:7) called Babylon a “golden cup in the hand of the Lord.” The cup had made all the earth drunken; the cup of intoxication, splendid and attractive, was full of an evil power, which robbed men’s senses and degraded them. The great city of the world ever holds out such a glittering cup, which

“Most do taste through fond intemperate desire.

Soon as the potion works, their human countenance,

Th’ express resemblance of the gods, is changed

Into some brutish form. . . . . . .

—Comus, 68-77."