THE ROYAL FAMILY IS NOT THE CROWN

It is about time that the world understood the difference

I attended the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. I was a baby and my parents took me with them when they joined the crowds in London, waving Union Jacks and smiling happily. It was the 2nd of June, 1953 and I was exactly 15 months old.

My Dad perched me on his shoulders to see the golden carriage pass by, glittering in the sunlight. I don’t remember it at all, but my Dad was proud to tell the story to younger family members later in his life.

We did not have a television in those days. We lived in a tiny London flat among refugees from Europe and bomb craters where other homes had once stood. It was a happy community in which every child was safe to play in the street. Hardly anyone had cars and mums would sit on the doorsteps to watch over us.

In 1969 my family moved out to Romford in Essex, like many other Eastenders. We finally had our own home and, although we had little furniture, we acquired a television set by renting it from Radio Rentals. I hated it. I was 7 years old and my grandparents had finally understood that I was never going to play with the toys or dolls they bought me for Christmas or birthdays. I had asked for a set of encyclopaedia, like the ones I used in the library, and they clubbed together to buy me the Encyclopaedia Britannica that year. The television was installed in the dining room. I was always in the lounge, soaking up the knowledge I craved in peace and quiet.

I was always aware of the Queen. At the end of each evening’s programming, the BBC would play our national anthem and, believe it or not, my parents would stand to attention in their dining room before, dutifully, retiring to their bedroom for the night. It became a ritual.

At school we sang the national anthem and there were photos of her dotted in prominent places. I felt I knew her.

All through my life I have watched the Queen travel the world, visiting remote countries and being gracious, loving and kind in front of the cameras which always followed her every move. I have read that she was loved everywhere she went but something began to worry me when my early rebelliousness began to rise.

I worried that the Queen was a prisoner in a gilded cage.

She was never free to make a banner and shout at the American Embassy over Vietnam, like I was. She did not have the chance to truant from school, bunk the trains and attend a Beach Boys concert, like I did. She could not roller skate or ride her bike to explore the streets and she certainly would never have the struggle and joy of saving the money to buy her first home at 19 years of age, like I did.

Much later in life, after retirement to be precise, I began to deeply study history and geo-politics. I sensed that my knowledge of those subjects was woolly and full of gaps. I had always been far too busy living life to pay attention to the bigger picture but I had always been an activist, campaigning for animals and nature and against war. I had worked in the City of London in the 70s and 90s so I had a reasonable clue about capitalism and its behaviours. I knew that the City was not a part of the UK. I had seen the way the Queen was escorted within by the Lord Mayor of London, as if she were a visitor rather than regent.

All through I noticed something incongruent about the Royal family. They seemed to talk a lot about preserving wildlife and nature but they did not seem to do anything to stop wars, poverty and scarcity. They could have done so much to relieve the world from those things, but they did not. They actively shot wildlife in Scotland and on safaris in Africa. They made it clear that they believe that humanity is over-populated and I find that bizarre. They have travelled far more than I have…. didn’t they see the vast stretches of empty land below their Royal jets?

Then I found out just how much of the world belongs to the Royal family. They own whole countries like Canada and Australia, whole industries and commodities like uranium.

Does anyone really NEED to own so much?

My opinion of the Royals took a huge dive when Diana was, shall we say, dealt with.
I know that I was not alone, being very suspicious of the circumstances of her death.

I began to learn about the global network of Royal families and aristocracy which claims its heritage goes way back in history. The ‘right to rule’ became a thorn in my studious side. The more I read, the more confused I became.

These people claim superiority but they are immoral and greedy.

I learned that the British Royal Windsor family is one very powerful branch of the Saxe-Coburg and Gotha who are the Guelph or Welf, an old Germanic bloodline and part of the Black Nobility of Venice. I learned of how they had slid into power in Britain via William of Orange. I understood the name change to Windsor was necessary to stage the wars with Germany. It was all beginning to appear sleazy, manipulative and, above all, blood-thirsty.

I noticed who was Knighted by the Queen. I noticed who received awards like the Nobel Prizes. I found out about the Charlemagne Prize and the EU, thanks to Brexit.

I was always hearing about the ‘special’ relationship Britain has with the United States of America, but nobody ever explained that it is more than comradery or friendship.

My initial conviction, that our recently departed Queen had spent her whole life performing an illusion, deceiving the world and was actually a life-prisoner for whom the only escape would be death, had turned into a certainty.

I dreamed about our Queen and wrote about it because it felt deeply significant at the time:

Queen of Rules and Fools

More recently, I noticed that all the media pundits and politicians were using variations of a phrase that had no explanation…..

THE RULE OF LAW

Nobody seemed to want to explain precisely what this meant, it was one of those ever present turns of phrase that assumes universal understanding.

So I set about trying to pin down a definition and I did not like what I found. There was so much obfuscation that I simply became more convinced that nobody really knew what it meant - I even got the impression that they did not want us to know that they did not know what it means.

Then, by pure luck, I came across a document, written in 2003, entitled ‘The Crown Temple by Rule of Mystery Babylon’ by Michael Edward of the Ecclesiastic Commonwealth Community (ECC). I had to read it three times before the full ramifications of its meaning were logged into my consciousness. This was mind-blowing stuff and I carefully copied and pasted the whole thing into a post, here on Substack.

WHAT DOES "THE RULE OF LAW" MEAN?

THE CROWN AND THE ROYAL FAMILY ARE ENTIRELY SEPARATE ENTITIES!

So - what is ‘The Crown’?
How did it get to become superior to our Royal family?
What part does the Catholic Church play in all this?
Didn’t King Henry VIII take us out of Catholicism and into the Church of England?
Why don’t the Americans know that they are not independent of the City of London?

These and many other questions arise and are answered when you read and fully digest the document. I hope you do. I think it is time for us to know the truth, even if it is extremely ugly and full of cruel deceit.

I think our departed Queen and incoming King should be set free from the prison that a thousand years of lies has created. They should be relieved of the wealth and reverence in which they are held. They should be encouraged to join the human race as equals, even though that may terrify them and completely change the world as we know it.

ONWARDS!
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