Archive for March, 2014

Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2014 by thecockneybard

There are those who simply won’t see it. There are others who will not want to see it. There are those who do see it and know what it means for the greater understanding of mankind – The Cockney Bard


The irony of it all

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2014 by thecockneybard

Things I have learnt over the years. Here are my conclusions and understanding. The Greek God Pan was the God of all ‘Nature’. He later throughout a corrupted history became Satan, the Devil. Santa is an anagram of Satan. Anagrams hold secrets. Demon or Daemon originally meant ‘Mind’. The mind is the soul. The occult simply means ‘Hidden’. In metaphorical terms ‘The Swan’ is the third great step of spiritual enlightenment and ‘Salt’ is incorruptible and pure. A Salt Swan is an anagram of Satan’s law.




The key to ascertaining truth

Posted in Uncategorized on March 21, 2014 by thecockneybard

The secret with all things is to question, and through questioning you will find the flaw, and if there is no flaw, you have then found truth! The truth has never and will never be for entertainment puroses only. If you have the ability to think you have the ability to find it! – The Cockney Bard

Makes you think!

Posted in Uncategorized on March 19, 2014 by thecockneybard

I once wrote via ‘conversing with spirits’ a book which I called the ‘book of prophecy’ (which I have never published) written through me by someone deeply religious and in biblical style language. It spoke of fires, earthquakes, floods etc that will affect the world. That was almost twenty years ago. Anyone who knows me knows I have no interest in religion or the bible but it made me think is this example of what I did way back then the real and true origins of the bible? Makes you think doesn’t it!

Shakespeare and the Cockney Bard

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 18, 2014 by thecockneybard

An incredible amount has been written about the true authorship of the man we know as Shakespeare. A man who has supposedly written 36 plays and 154 sonnets in a collected work known as the first folio. A man who had considerable detailed knowledge on over 30 subjects ranging from law to medicine, fishing to royalty. Some say the true Shakespeare was Sir Francis Bacon, Edward De Vere, Christopher Marlowe, Ben Jonson, Sir Walter Raleigh and others including Elizabeth the 1st. You name them and someone has put them forward for authorship. To me and from my understanding, what is certain is one man or woman never wrote all the works attributed to Shakespeare. Although each person put forward has a valid case for some input into the works. There will be a clue here, a clue there, a contradiction here and a contradiction there. A life dedicated to proving the case for one or the other seems a wasted one in my humble opinion. Mysticism, Alchemy and an understanding of the occult (hidden) are at the forefront of understanding Shakespeare. Here are some important clues found in Shakespeare’s attributed work linking the Cockney Bard to Shake-Speare.

Never before Imprinted:
By G. Eld for T.T. 1609


T.T. Thomas Thorpe publisher and tribute to the ‘Ever Living Poet’ Shake-Speare’s Sonnets published 1609

‘`You can call spirits from the vasty deep why, so can I, or so can any man, but will they come when you do call them?’ – William Shakespeare

Sonnet 86

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonishèd.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast.

Sonnet 144

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colored ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell.
Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

‘Good angel and bad angel’ the conversing with spirits and its understanding Prospero from the play ‘the Tempest’, Marlowe’s ‘Dr Faustus’, Dr John Dee’s ‘Monas Heiroglyphica’

I believe and am pretty certain the works of Shakespeare were put together by Ben Jonson and Sir Francis Bacon. There are lots of Masonic and Rosicrucian clues decoded in the work for this theories validity. IMHO the work is a collaboration of work from authors including Marlowe, Oxford, Bacon, Florio and others from varied sources and time spans to make this work a book of enlightenment. The first folio of Shakespeare’s work published 1623 contained 36 plays and 154 sonnets 36 x 10 (a combination of 1+ 5+ 4) giving us a total of 360 a whole, the world. ‘All the world’s a stage’ he proclaimed and the world was left with a mystery.

Poem from The Passionate Pilgrim 1599

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on March 7, 2014 by thecockneybard
  1. When my love swears that she is made of truth,    
  2. I do believe her (though I know she lies),
  3. That she might think me some untutored youth,
  4. Unskilful in the world’s false forgeries.
  5. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
  6. Although I know my years be past the best,
  7. I, smiling, credit her false-speaking tongue,
  8. Outfacing faults in love with love’s ill rest.
  9. But wherefore says my love that she is young?
  10. And wherefore say not I that I am old?
  11. O, love’s best habit’s in a soothing tongue,
  12. And age, in love, loves not to have years told.
  13. Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me,
  14. Since that our faults in love thus smothered be.

Line 4 becomes Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties in the 1609 version of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Sonnet number 138 .Image



The Passionate Pilgrim

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 6, 2014 by thecockneybard



A Christopher Marlowe poem in a published book of 20 Shakespeare poems from 1599. Don’t you just love the enigma that is Shakespeare… more to come!

Live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks, by shallow rivers, by whose falls melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me and be my love.