Dear Doves,

 

"A Shakespearean Discovery"

 

https://youtu.be/rOA17vfxCYk

 

I received this affirmative response from an acquaintance of mine, giving his confirmation of an unprecedented prophetic discovery I made in Shakespeare involving a sonnet of rivalry I wrote, where I ended up raking Shakespeare's art over the coals:

 

"Just a short response to let you know I am thoroughly enjoying pondering the implications of your discovery. . . That first realization of the connection certainly must have been an amazing moment for you !  . . . . I shall spend more happy hours 

with your communications, filling out the details, so to speak.  It is surprising how quickly the old language falls into place;"

 

the art of his oblation   (Rouzer 5)

 

And take thou my oblation, poor but free,

Which. . . knows no art,

But mutual render,    (Shakespeare 125)

 

The phrase "the art of his oblation" belongs to my fifth sonnet in the quatrain below.  As should rivet your eye, Shakespeare wrote the verbatim inversion of my oblation.  By framing the oblation in the negative, Shakespeare captured exactly as I portray him in my sonnet where I "most impeach" his art.  The result is a verbatim double-reference.  Shakespeare continues that this oblation will be mutually rendered between himself and the person he is writing to.  Shakespeare in fire ends the sonnet:

 

A true soul,

When most impeached, stands least in thy control.   (Shakespeare 125)

 

For in a vineyard Time hath aged his hand,

Singing soft his soul's denomination,

Holding the store key to thy soul's false band,

Unsealing the art of his oblation.

 

Here are the first six lines of my Shakespeare sonnet:

 

Though much in rhyme our Bard contend with Time,

If thou were twain, thy storied verse would lie

Fallow in the shadow of thine unequaled prime,

Eternal verse's unexhausted sigh.

But if thy sage replant thy legend hid,

Thy legend ripe would seed the centuries,

 

I tell my Beloved that her storied verse in Shakespeare's hands would lie fallow, never materialize, and actually hide her own legend.  But if I replanted her legend in my verse, it would be eternal.  So I set the terms between Shakespeare and I as the Eternal poet vs. Time's poor poet--Eternity vs. Time:

 

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy. . .

Or laid great bases for Eternity,

Which proves more short than waste or ruining? (Time)

 

Because of the nature of this, one person's affirming is one too many, that  Shakespeare prophetically responded to my sonnet of rivalry, point by point, as you see from what I've shown so far.  You can examine the full presentation on Youtube titled, 

"A Shakespearean Discovery."  I encourage everyone to watch my video and pass it on.  There is a blessing ready to overtake you upon seeing it clearly in its fullness.  Anyone should see from the evidence I've shown that this is worth examining and passing on, something of a wholly different character in prophetic fulfillment.

 

You can reach me at

surrouzer@hotmail.com

 

Thank you,

       R. Rouzer