The Ashmolean museum is considered “the first truly public library in Europe,” and it was begun on the collection bequeathed by the relatively celebrated scholar Elias Ashmole (23 May 1617—18 May 1692). This is a great historical era, of revolutions and uprisings, of Charles I, the King who lost his head, Oliver Cromwell, who took his head (and who himself was later exhumed by angry people), and Charles II and so on.
It turns out Elias Ashmole is my ancestry on my mother’s side. My mother’s grandmother was Constance Ashmole. This line goes back to the brother of Elias Ashmole—Elias never had children. Anyway, Elias was both a scientist and into the mystical arts, or what some would call the occult: astrology, alchemy and so on. There are all these obscure books or papers, written by him.
Ashmole was also a Freemason, evidently, and a book was written about him: The Magus of Freemasonry: The Mysterious Life of Elias Ashmole—Scientist, Alchemist and Founder of the Royal Society. All kind of intriguing. But where am I leading? Yes, I looked up the book at the Vancouver Public Library (on line) and found this book by William Lilly, with the strange title: Mr. William Lilly’s history of his life and times from the year 1602 to 1681 / Written by Himself, in the sixty-sixth year of his Age, to His Worthy Friend, Elias Ashmole, Esq. Obviously, Elias funded the enterprise. He was also the editor. The book can actually be found here.
Here’s a painting of Elias. My wife thinks he looks like Kevin Spacey with a wig on, but I can’t quite see it.
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But perhaps it is a little creepy, therefore, that Kevin Spacey actually narrated a documentary I directed (Uganda Rising). Although we did it on a Vancouver-London feed, in a studio, I don’t believe any wig was being worn.
Anyway, I looked up William Lilly, who was a well-known astrology of the same era. It turns out Lilly (allegedly) predicted the Great Fire of London of 1666, fourteen years earlier. So when the fire actually happened, burning down the city, Lilly was accused of having started it (from Maurice McCann’s William Lilly’s Prediction of the Fire of London):
On Friday, October 25, 1666, the famous English astrologer William Lilly was ordered to appear in the Speaker’s Chamber of the House of Commons to give testimony before the special Committee set up to examine the cause of the great fire which had devastated the city of London in September. Lilly, it was claimed, had successfully predicted the outbreak of the fire fourteen years before when he had published Monarchy or No Monarchy in England a book containing nineteen hieroglyphic drawings giving carefully disguised predictions. As a consequence of one of these, featuring a large fire (see figure below), Lilly was seriously suspected of causing the fire. It was also thought that he wished to obtain credit for forecasting the event. Being fearful of what might happen to him, Lilly persuaded the committee that his prediction had not been precise and he was allowed to go.
For over three hundred years Lilly’s hieroglyphic prediction of the Fire of London has been dismissed, even by astrologers unable to work out his code, and no one has attempted to interpret it. Now, however, the code has been deciphered and the hieroglyphics shown to be a disguised horoscope for the moment of the outbreak of the great fire on Sunday, September 2, 1666.
I haven’t looked farther, but here is more about Lilly, and the deciphering of his coded hieroglyphics, for what it’s worth. His relationship with Ashmole was described this way, by the same writer:
Though a staunch parliamentarian, [Lilly] was consulted by people of various political views and could rightly claim to have one or two friends on the Royalist side, the most famous being Elias Ashmole, a fellow astrologer and founder of the Ashmolian Museum in Oxford. Lilly later studied medicine and Ashmole used his influence with the Archbishop of Canterbury to obtain a licence for him to practice. The two men remained firm friends until Lilly’s death in 1681.
That’s it. Just a little quirky history. What a world of dreams and genes and memes and schemes. And whatever else rhymes, slightly.
Lots of love,
Pete

