I am appalled by this movie of the Pythons seeking the grail. It does not depict the chivalrous duties of a knight who is seeking the grail. The mockery of my brother and the great Sir Galahad is an outrage. I had a good laugh at sight of good Sir Lancelot as I have seen him trouble sometimes with words but still. Such a great quest for the Holy Grail should not have been taken so lightly and twisted. There was much danger that had to be overcome. King Arthur is also a great man and is very intelligent such like the movie but he had a great steed and had control of his lands. He was a great and fair king.
I think they need to change this film which makes fun our lord and savoir. The movie, although funny does not give true meaning of it quest and the grail itself.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
An Utter Disappointment
Grail Seekers!
How can you stand for the ignorant statements Mr. Baignet has been posting!
I myself am infinately frustrated by his lack of acknowledgement to the real origins of the Grail legend. The true origins, I am convinced, have been pointed out by Miss Weston in much of her writing on the Grail legend. The Grail legend was inspired by ancient fertility rituals and rites. The worship of Nature and the cycles of the seasons mimic the cycles of fertility in humans. Other stories involving ancient gods detail much of the very direct connection present between humans and nature. Death is a very natural part of this cycle, and in fact is required for regeneration. Mr. Baigent is standing up telling the world the Grail legend is about Jesus! Jesus was not part of this story when it began - and with the oral sharing of stories that used to be so popular, the Grail legend somehow became diluted with the Christian relegion. In any case, I beg of you seekers, to keep the true origin of your quest in mind, rather than being distracted by scholars preaching for the sake of popularity and wealth!
How can you stand for the ignorant statements Mr. Baignet has been posting!
I myself am infinately frustrated by his lack of acknowledgement to the real origins of the Grail legend. The true origins, I am convinced, have been pointed out by Miss Weston in much of her writing on the Grail legend. The Grail legend was inspired by ancient fertility rituals and rites. The worship of Nature and the cycles of the seasons mimic the cycles of fertility in humans. Other stories involving ancient gods detail much of the very direct connection present between humans and nature. Death is a very natural part of this cycle, and in fact is required for regeneration. Mr. Baigent is standing up telling the world the Grail legend is about Jesus! Jesus was not part of this story when it began - and with the oral sharing of stories that used to be so popular, the Grail legend somehow became diluted with the Christian relegion. In any case, I beg of you seekers, to keep the true origin of your quest in mind, rather than being distracted by scholars preaching for the sake of popularity and wealth!
Just to Enlighten the questers
It is I the Red Knight,
I am truly enraged to the hear about the false story of Syr Percyvelle Of Galles. According to this text I was off my guard and was slain by young, meek and weak Percyvelle in revenge of not only his father's death slain by none other than myself; but in order to be deemed a Knight he has to retrieve the Golden chalice I stole from the King. That Chalice should have been mine and I had every right to take it as my own. I am so powerful and so intimidating by choice that no-one would dare to cross me unless they wanted to loose their lives.
Percyvelle disrespected me when he called my red steed a mere mare. Clearly this boy was uneducated and knew not whom he was speaking to. This angered me and I dismounted from my steed knowing this little boy could never do me any harm. Percyvelle must be some sort of sorcerer because I lifted the part of my helmet where only the slits of my hellish eyes burned through his soul. He flung an enchanted dart through my helmet, one that would have never pierced even the armor I wear on my chest... The dart was also poisoned by one of Percyvelle's black magic masters whom gave him the strength to defeat my through manipulation and unfair magical skills that I lack. Hopefully this will clear my name and give you the real account of how i was slain by Percyvelle of Galles...
I am truly enraged to the hear about the false story of Syr Percyvelle Of Galles. According to this text I was off my guard and was slain by young, meek and weak Percyvelle in revenge of not only his father's death slain by none other than myself; but in order to be deemed a Knight he has to retrieve the Golden chalice I stole from the King. That Chalice should have been mine and I had every right to take it as my own. I am so powerful and so intimidating by choice that no-one would dare to cross me unless they wanted to loose their lives.
Percyvelle disrespected me when he called my red steed a mere mare. Clearly this boy was uneducated and knew not whom he was speaking to. This angered me and I dismounted from my steed knowing this little boy could never do me any harm. Percyvelle must be some sort of sorcerer because I lifted the part of my helmet where only the slits of my hellish eyes burned through his soul. He flung an enchanted dart through my helmet, one that would have never pierced even the armor I wear on my chest... The dart was also poisoned by one of Percyvelle's black magic masters whom gave him the strength to defeat my through manipulation and unfair magical skills that I lack. Hopefully this will clear my name and give you the real account of how i was slain by Percyvelle of Galles...
My brother, the Fisher King
Everyone speaks of this Fisher King as if they knew something about him. I would like to tell you the story of an actual Fisher King that I grew up and lived beside for my whole life. His name was Bendigeid Vran and he was my brother.
When the terrible king of Ireland, Matholwch, came to our island to take my hand in marriage, Bran did not interfere, as he knew that my betrothal was necessary for peace in our lands. But when I was in trouble, the first person I thought of was my dear brother Bran. I sent for him and he came to rescue me at once. It was he who held me back from throwing myself into the fire after my son and it was he who I owed my life to.
Bran exhibits many of the qualities of the so called Fisher King. He was wounded in the foot and when he died, his land collapsed into ruin and waste. His head was ordered by Bran himself to be cut off and brought to his home. And he possessed a magic cauldron unlike any that you have ever laid your eyes upon, capable of delivering enormous wealth in food and drink, as well as having the power to bring back a man from the dead without his speech. Do you not believe what I speak? If you were to have met him yourself he would be a many feet taller than any of the men in your villages. He was twice as tall as myself and large in build as well. People called him a giant and praised his strength and just nature of ruling.
I believe my brother was the Fisher King. It was his injury and inevitable death that was the cause of the destruction of my home and land. May his soul rest in peace.
When the terrible king of Ireland, Matholwch, came to our island to take my hand in marriage, Bran did not interfere, as he knew that my betrothal was necessary for peace in our lands. But when I was in trouble, the first person I thought of was my dear brother Bran. I sent for him and he came to rescue me at once. It was he who held me back from throwing myself into the fire after my son and it was he who I owed my life to.
Bran exhibits many of the qualities of the so called Fisher King. He was wounded in the foot and when he died, his land collapsed into ruin and waste. His head was ordered by Bran himself to be cut off and brought to his home. And he possessed a magic cauldron unlike any that you have ever laid your eyes upon, capable of delivering enormous wealth in food and drink, as well as having the power to bring back a man from the dead without his speech. Do you not believe what I speak? If you were to have met him yourself he would be a many feet taller than any of the men in your villages. He was twice as tall as myself and large in build as well. People called him a giant and praised his strength and just nature of ruling.
I believe my brother was the Fisher King. It was his injury and inevitable death that was the cause of the destruction of my home and land. May his soul rest in peace.
Connections to the First Holy Roman Emperor and a fake Crucifixion?
There seems to be a strange game afoot here, especially with the works of Monsieur Baigent etal, that stems from Central Germany prior to the first millennium. From all the works that we have poured through, and the centuries of authors and romancers that have penned our tales, Baigent and company are alluding to the possibility that there may be a deeper part to our stories, similar to Mada Weston's belief that the tales are connected to the rites of Adonis. What are we therefore missing fellow questors? Could it in fact be true that Dr. Henry Jones was onto something (even if he is fictitious as most of us are/maybe)?
There is a deeper connection into the Poor Knights of the Temple that we are not and more than likely cannot see due to their history of secrets that have now become enshrouded in myth. These Knights Templar are a deeper key to understanding what has driven us to seek the Grail, from my striking down the Fisher King, Lancelot and Gawain's visits to the Fisher King's castle, to Percival and Galahad's Grail adventures that secure the secret to and the physical manifestation of the Grail. But can we still be so certain as to the identity of this grail? Did not the Celts, the Welsh, and Sir Wolfram not say that the grail were entirely different items that had little "grail" means as a cup but we something else, be it a stone or a cauldron?
Why has the mystery of the Grail separated from the Spear/Lance and the Severed Head/Dish? Why did the Knights of the Round Table and the Poor Knights of The Temple become only interested in the cup from the Last Supper that caught the blood of Christ? Can we even believe that historically and realistically that Christ was actually crucified beyond faith alone? Deeper into the pages of Holy Blood, Holy Grail they mystery unfolds, and even if it can't be proven this late in history, at least the authors make an interested and well defended thesis that Christ was never really executed, but used it as a ploy to manifest spiritual power over the suppressed Jews of Jerusalem.
There is a deeper connection into the Poor Knights of the Temple that we are not and more than likely cannot see due to their history of secrets that have now become enshrouded in myth. These Knights Templar are a deeper key to understanding what has driven us to seek the Grail, from my striking down the Fisher King, Lancelot and Gawain's visits to the Fisher King's castle, to Percival and Galahad's Grail adventures that secure the secret to and the physical manifestation of the Grail. But can we still be so certain as to the identity of this grail? Did not the Celts, the Welsh, and Sir Wolfram not say that the grail were entirely different items that had little "grail" means as a cup but we something else, be it a stone or a cauldron?
Why has the mystery of the Grail separated from the Spear/Lance and the Severed Head/Dish? Why did the Knights of the Round Table and the Poor Knights of The Temple become only interested in the cup from the Last Supper that caught the blood of Christ? Can we even believe that historically and realistically that Christ was actually crucified beyond faith alone? Deeper into the pages of Holy Blood, Holy Grail they mystery unfolds, and even if it can't be proven this late in history, at least the authors make an interested and well defended thesis that Christ was never really executed, but used it as a ploy to manifest spiritual power over the suppressed Jews of Jerusalem.
Coming back for more
Good Afternoon Fellow Bloggers, it is I Michael Baigent again. I as a mystery seeker, was not set on proving or disproving anything. However after investigations took place of a specific mystery, I was able to come to an astonishing conclusion, or more so a hypothesis. It is to my belief that Jesus did not really die on the cross, but rather a substitute did. On more shocking news, it is my belief that Jesus had offspring with the Magdalen. Mary Magdalen, along with her offspring fled the Holy Land to France and there in a Jewish community, preserved the lineage. But what is my fascination with the Merovingians? It is to my belief that the lineage has intermarried with the holy line of the "Franks" thus combining with and engendering the Merovingian Dynasty. So there you have it. What is truly the grail lies in the bloodline of Christ, the Merovingian bloodline.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Weston is an Inspiration
Hello Grail Grumblers -
I hope you have enjoyed my poem, The Waste Land, which was heavily inspired by Miss Jessie Weston's From Ritual to Romance. (I'm sure you are all familiar with her by now.) Her work regarding the Grail legend has fascinated me for quite some time now, especially the connections she makes between ancient fertility rituals and the legend of the Grail where she discusses the relationship between the land and it's rulers and/or inhabitants. She also asserts that the lance and cup, often assumed to be "holy", Christian symbols are actually representations of male and female fertility parts. Grail stories, especially those with the Fisher King and the Waste Land, are particularly relatable to Miss Weston's theories.
After spending much time reading Miss Weston's work, it naturally became something I often thought about, especially during the time I was writing The Waste Land. Obviously, the title was taken straight from Grail legend - as well as inspiration for some of the characters, with a Weston-esque focus on many ideas within the poem. All around me, since the end of this war, I see an infertile and maimed land. A land that cannot support it's people or, with the changing of the seasons, the people's expectations that renewal is possible. It is terribly depressing, to say the least.
Besides what was going on in the external world, my internal world has just as much turmoil. My marriage is utterly stressful in that, essentially "I came to persuade myself that I was in love with Vivienne simply because I wanted to burn my boats and commit myself to staying in England." Regarding my poem which you have just read, I have a slight confession to make in it's connection with my marriage. "To [Vivienne], the marriage brought no happiness. To me, it brought the state of mind out of which came The Waste Land." (A more detailed explanation would be entirely inappropriate, however I am sure you are all well versed enough in the relations between men and women to understand what I am getting at.)
I hope this confession does not terribly disappoint any of you - as you may have been misled in thinking the poem was overwhelmingly about the Grail legend. To be honest, I needed to create a facade for my poem, in order for it to be shared. Vivienne helped edit it, along with my dear friend Ezra Pound, and as a result, much of the poem (over half its original length) was cut out, simply because it was too personally revealing (especially for Vivienne). The version before you is only a small glimpse into my state of mind and the state of London at the time. Know that it is difficult for me to understand - even as the creator - so do not become frustrated if understanding feels just beyond your reach.
I hope you have enjoyed my poem, The Waste Land, which was heavily inspired by Miss Jessie Weston's From Ritual to Romance. (I'm sure you are all familiar with her by now.) Her work regarding the Grail legend has fascinated me for quite some time now, especially the connections she makes between ancient fertility rituals and the legend of the Grail where she discusses the relationship between the land and it's rulers and/or inhabitants. She also asserts that the lance and cup, often assumed to be "holy", Christian symbols are actually representations of male and female fertility parts. Grail stories, especially those with the Fisher King and the Waste Land, are particularly relatable to Miss Weston's theories.
After spending much time reading Miss Weston's work, it naturally became something I often thought about, especially during the time I was writing The Waste Land. Obviously, the title was taken straight from Grail legend - as well as inspiration for some of the characters, with a Weston-esque focus on many ideas within the poem. All around me, since the end of this war, I see an infertile and maimed land. A land that cannot support it's people or, with the changing of the seasons, the people's expectations that renewal is possible. It is terribly depressing, to say the least.
Besides what was going on in the external world, my internal world has just as much turmoil. My marriage is utterly stressful in that, essentially "I came to persuade myself that I was in love with Vivienne simply because I wanted to burn my boats and commit myself to staying in England." Regarding my poem which you have just read, I have a slight confession to make in it's connection with my marriage. "To [Vivienne], the marriage brought no happiness. To me, it brought the state of mind out of which came The Waste Land." (A more detailed explanation would be entirely inappropriate, however I am sure you are all well versed enough in the relations between men and women to understand what I am getting at.)
I hope this confession does not terribly disappoint any of you - as you may have been misled in thinking the poem was overwhelmingly about the Grail legend. To be honest, I needed to create a facade for my poem, in order for it to be shared. Vivienne helped edit it, along with my dear friend Ezra Pound, and as a result, much of the poem (over half its original length) was cut out, simply because it was too personally revealing (especially for Vivienne). The version before you is only a small glimpse into my state of mind and the state of London at the time. Know that it is difficult for me to understand - even as the creator - so do not become frustrated if understanding feels just beyond your reach.
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