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.
Every theory is important
Hello fellow bloggers, I am the man who loves theories, especially those concerning the "Holy Grail." Some of you may have read my book, "Holy Blood, Holy Grail," and can connect with my thoughts. I know it may come off to some of you as 'too much, too soon' but please understand that it is my intention to provide your minds with as much information regarding the grail as possible. If you are as interested and intrigued as myself in what the Holy Grail truly is then you will learn to appreciate my need for various sources. I understand that not all the sources I use of course are reliable, because some really are just fictional grail romances, but others are indeed proven facts. Either way each variety is vital in understanding the full meaning of the grail. I hope that my thoughts and hypotheses interest you.
The man, myth, and legend
I am one who deosn't see the normal. When soemthing comes across my eyes i go after it. What is a challenge? Something I will always try to complete. life is one big rode of obstacles with the ultimate goal in the middle. The earth is my savior. The earth has everything i need to survive. The ultimate goal is to be united with the grail. The grail is part of my life. I will travel this world to complete myself. I am persuaded easily by anyone with a great story. One needs to be smart, not an innocent to be prospected in life. Not knowing what i will come across, or do is the ultimate thrill in amy life. I need not to follow others but to complete their stories that they can not complete.
Monday, January 14, 2008
It is I, Most Pure
Hello fellow grail seekers. I am the one who shall release your from your struggles of constant searching. I am Sir Galahad, the most pure of all Knights of the round table and the one who is destined to achieve the Holy Grail. I am the one who will sit in the sanctioned chair. I am the son of the Great Knight, Lancelot born through magical circumstances. My grandfather knew my mother and Lancelot were destined to have a child so he disguised his daughter to look like his lover, Guinevere. Though my father has sinned greatly through adultery I remain virgin and chaste. Through this my powers are increased making me stronger than any other Knight who lives. Though I may long for a woman's touch now and then I know that I am destined for much greater circumstances. My father has many a time confessed his sins and I do take credit for one of those times since i was the Knight he was searching for through the woods where he came to realize the great evil, he has committed against God.
I do not see achieving the grail as the end of my journey. Nay, My journey will end when I can once again be with the sweet smell of the heaven and surround myself with all things beautiful and pure, just like me.
I do not see achieving the grail as the end of my journey. Nay, My journey will end when I can once again be with the sweet smell of the heaven and surround myself with all things beautiful and pure, just like me.
Up For The Challenge
I was put on this earth for a reason. Not to follow others, but to challenge the unknown. I am not scared of anything. i need to go on a journey to respect myself and my family legacy. I am not an innocent, but yet one who is truly smart. Where does my heart lie? It lies within the outside world. I am not old. I'm young in heart. If only my family could see me now. They would respect me for carrying on. I take the world upon myself to fulfill my destiny.
The world is my game. I'm always up for a challenge. Please noble one give me the strenghth and courage to stay on top. As I start my journey into the unknown, I've came across a faimly living on a farm land. It only took me so long to make it through the forest, to get to the other side. The lady on the farm land is very wise. She is one that is knowledgable. You have provided me with excellent milk, cheese, and sausage. They were the best I have yet so far to come across. Thank you for being kind. I must go outside now to get some air.
I must become a knight. My mission is to go on a journey to find the golden basina and diamond lance I heard about. I must find my way through th deceptive forest, then I must pick the golden apple from the tree guarded by the lion, then I must get the nodding flower that grows around the rock guarded by the three headed dragon with the iron ball, then I will come to the lake of the scaly monsters, then I must ride through the forest of the sirens, then I must cross the river of death which then I will be at the mountain which has the castle of Kerglas. There at the castle should remain the golden basin and diamond lance.
The world is my game. I'm always up for a challenge. Please noble one give me the strenghth and courage to stay on top. As I start my journey into the unknown, I've came across a faimly living on a farm land. It only took me so long to make it through the forest, to get to the other side. The lady on the farm land is very wise. She is one that is knowledgable. You have provided me with excellent milk, cheese, and sausage. They were the best I have yet so far to come across. Thank you for being kind. I must go outside now to get some air.
I must become a knight. My mission is to go on a journey to find the golden basina and diamond lance I heard about. I must find my way through th deceptive forest, then I must pick the golden apple from the tree guarded by the lion, then I must get the nodding flower that grows around the rock guarded by the three headed dragon with the iron ball, then I will come to the lake of the scaly monsters, then I must ride through the forest of the sirens, then I must cross the river of death which then I will be at the mountain which has the castle of Kerglas. There at the castle should remain the golden basin and diamond lance.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sir balin, The Dupe of Fate
Good Day Fellow Questers,
Many apologies for the lack of response from myself, I was only recently helped out of the rubble of King Pellam’s castle by Merlin. I was only following the orders of my king, Arthur, when I went in search of the Knight le Berbeus. From there I was overcome with trial after trial. Twice, knights under my protection were felled by an invisible knight, Garlon. Twice I vowed to avenge their murders and continue their quests.
Whence I finally met up with the knight Garlon, he was at a banquet at the
Thus are we here now where I began my story, at the point where Merlin raised us after three days from the rubble. I saw that the lands were turned to waste, and felt the pangs of sorrow creep through my soul. Then and there I vowed to give up my life, yet something lingered that would draw my away from that vow. That tale is another, beyond our scope of the quest for the Grail, as Merlin as prophesized many different times.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Greatest Knight whom ever Lived!
Weak followers of the Grail,
I am not here to make friends with any one of you, for I do not seek to find or discover the secrets of the Holy Grail. I seek to find power and wreak havoc upon the court of King Arthur. I am the infamous Red Knight belonging once to the court of King Arthur, now belonging solely to myself and indulging my own wants and desires. I will not fight for any one but myself and til the day I cease to exist on this earth, I now have created a new vow: to do as I please for no one dares approach the Red Knight whom has killed so many like the father of Perceval. I wear armor clad with the blood of all the innocent and feeble knights, and others that have so foolishly attempted to overcome my great skill through battle and have been slain as the result. Now I am free to do as I please whenever and wherever I go.
Not only has my armor been stained blood red, my faithful steed has my tendencies as well and has been stained of the deepest ruby red to suit his master. I wear nothing that does not tell of my true identity as the all powerful Red Knight; from my armor down to my weed and reddest of steed. People run when they see my red armor shine their way in fear that I will take their lives, and those of their children as well.
Long ago I took a vow of knighthood and service to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Since the week and easily manipulated King Arthur was overcome by the statue of my greatness it did not take me long to achieve my title as a Knight. I never planned to stay a member of the Round Table long, I planed to learn the secrets of knighthood, then take what I believe to be rightfully mine from the people of King Arthur's court whom had wronged me, or not.
I have no respect for anyone except myself and my accomplishments which are many. Not much is known about my deeds because I choose to keep myself uninvolved in deeds of goodness, regardless evil acts of selfishness are what I take the greatest pleasure in accomplishing. I steal what I want if it happens to be that I do not already obtain everything I desire. No one will dare to risk his life to stand up to me. Women are only good for defilement, including Sweet Queen Guenevere herself. I spilled wine upon her lap and heaved a mighty laughed in her face; nothing was done. I use women as I please for God has blessed me with many gifts; not only of bravery, and the skill level to defeat any opponent whom dares to challenge me, but I am unarguably the most handsome Knight that has ever walked in King Arthur's Kingdom.
I know that I am getting close to the real power that I have been seeking for so long. Arthur is powerless without his golden cup which I have stolen without fear. Soon I will take over the court and Arthur's Kingdom will become known as the Red Kingdom under my command. Then every knight will have no choice but to bow, if not they will be smote under my orders. Power is so pleasing, taking Arthur's cup made him look like a fool, and I look like the greatest and strongest Knight that has ever lived; and that I am. God has granted me many gifts and although I do not use them to praise his holy name, I use my gifts to praise my all powerful name wherever I go.
I am not here to make friends with any one of you, for I do not seek to find or discover the secrets of the Holy Grail. I seek to find power and wreak havoc upon the court of King Arthur. I am the infamous Red Knight belonging once to the court of King Arthur, now belonging solely to myself and indulging my own wants and desires. I will not fight for any one but myself and til the day I cease to exist on this earth, I now have created a new vow: to do as I please for no one dares approach the Red Knight whom has killed so many like the father of Perceval. I wear armor clad with the blood of all the innocent and feeble knights, and others that have so foolishly attempted to overcome my great skill through battle and have been slain as the result. Now I am free to do as I please whenever and wherever I go.
Not only has my armor been stained blood red, my faithful steed has my tendencies as well and has been stained of the deepest ruby red to suit his master. I wear nothing that does not tell of my true identity as the all powerful Red Knight; from my armor down to my weed and reddest of steed. People run when they see my red armor shine their way in fear that I will take their lives, and those of their children as well.
Long ago I took a vow of knighthood and service to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Since the week and easily manipulated King Arthur was overcome by the statue of my greatness it did not take me long to achieve my title as a Knight. I never planned to stay a member of the Round Table long, I planed to learn the secrets of knighthood, then take what I believe to be rightfully mine from the people of King Arthur's court whom had wronged me, or not.
I have no respect for anyone except myself and my accomplishments which are many. Not much is known about my deeds because I choose to keep myself uninvolved in deeds of goodness, regardless evil acts of selfishness are what I take the greatest pleasure in accomplishing. I steal what I want if it happens to be that I do not already obtain everything I desire. No one will dare to risk his life to stand up to me. Women are only good for defilement, including Sweet Queen Guenevere herself. I spilled wine upon her lap and heaved a mighty laughed in her face; nothing was done. I use women as I please for God has blessed me with many gifts; not only of bravery, and the skill level to defeat any opponent whom dares to challenge me, but I am unarguably the most handsome Knight that has ever walked in King Arthur's Kingdom.
I know that I am getting close to the real power that I have been seeking for so long. Arthur is powerless without his golden cup which I have stolen without fear. Soon I will take over the court and Arthur's Kingdom will become known as the Red Kingdom under my command. Then every knight will have no choice but to bow, if not they will be smote under my orders. Power is so pleasing, taking Arthur's cup made him look like a fool, and I look like the greatest and strongest Knight that has ever lived; and that I am. God has granted me many gifts and although I do not use them to praise his holy name, I use my gifts to praise my all powerful name wherever I go.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Hello fellow grail knights it is I the father of Grail Legend Joseph of Arimathea. According to Robert de Borron I am the man that is linked to Jesus Christ our lord and savior. I was a Roman soldier during the time of Christ's great reign on earth and it was I who took him from the rood, washed his wounds, and caught his blood in the vessel that was used at the Last Supper. I am the father of Grail Legend because it was I who was entrusted the vessel by Christ and it sustained me in prison without food or drink. Through the cup I could talk to the Holy spirit and I was instructed that my family would become guardian's of the Grail and it was with my sister Enygeus and Hebron the Rich Fisher that the Grail family lineage began. With twelve sons that become my disciples the move of the Grail from the Holy Land to Britain could take place.
Robert de Borron's text legitimizes the Grail being present in the Holy Land and it also makes allusions at My family being the first of the Knight's Templar or Christian guardians of the grail.
As a disciple of Christ, the first holder of the Secrets of the Grail, and as a religious leader who carries on the Lords teachings it is unsettling to learn from the tale of "Perlesvaus" that Pagans literally try to perform a Eucharist. Sir Gawain as a Christian Knight I am dissapointed in you for allowing the misguided and ill-informed King, who gaveth you the sword of John the Baptist, to perform such atrocities in your precense. This pagan king should never have been allowed to cook down his son and feed it to his people and I disagree with the monk who says "Already had he leant his heart upon Jesus Christ, and would fain make sacrifice of his flesh and blood to Our Lord, and for this did he make all those of his land eat thereof, and would fain that their thoughts should be even such as his own" (pg 203). Sacrifices were the way of the Judaic law that was made obsolete with the coming of Chrsit. Christ saved and redeemed us all and would never ask for a literal sacrifice in his name. This Pagan king wants to force baptism and Christianity onto his people and by chopping off the heads of his own people who will not convert the King as well as Gawain are no better than the Serrazins.
Now I must go perform service and sit with Alan and his son's son who has taken the place of Judas Iscariot. God Bless you all in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Robert de Borron's text legitimizes the Grail being present in the Holy Land and it also makes allusions at My family being the first of the Knight's Templar or Christian guardians of the grail.
As a disciple of Christ, the first holder of the Secrets of the Grail, and as a religious leader who carries on the Lords teachings it is unsettling to learn from the tale of "Perlesvaus" that Pagans literally try to perform a Eucharist. Sir Gawain as a Christian Knight I am dissapointed in you for allowing the misguided and ill-informed King, who gaveth you the sword of John the Baptist, to perform such atrocities in your precense. This pagan king should never have been allowed to cook down his son and feed it to his people and I disagree with the monk who says "Already had he leant his heart upon Jesus Christ, and would fain make sacrifice of his flesh and blood to Our Lord, and for this did he make all those of his land eat thereof, and would fain that their thoughts should be even such as his own" (pg 203). Sacrifices were the way of the Judaic law that was made obsolete with the coming of Chrsit. Christ saved and redeemed us all and would never ask for a literal sacrifice in his name. This Pagan king wants to force baptism and Christianity onto his people and by chopping off the heads of his own people who will not convert the King as well as Gawain are no better than the Serrazins.
Now I must go perform service and sit with Alan and his son's son who has taken the place of Judas Iscariot. God Bless you all in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
My travels
When I was growing up with my mother, I wanted to be something great. That chance happened to come when I saw these 3 knights on their horses and I knew I was going to join this King Arthur and his knights. I was so excited I told my mother of the news, although she seemed a little unsettled by the idea, she gave me some advice to follow as I traveled out on my own. I was so grateful because she taught me about praying and how to act around women. She has also given me these fine garments to wear on my journey.
And so I set out my journey to the castle. On my way I stopped at a Church to pray just like my mother told me to do. I also met a fair lady there, and as advised, I gave her a kiss for good luck and took her ring while I ate the food that was present. I then left feeling satisfied by my good deeds.
Shortly thereafter I arrived at a great castle, which I assumed could have only been King Arthur’s. Upon entering, I noticed a knight in Red (which I really liked and wanted the same armor for when I become and knight) and he told me that he took the cup he was holding from the king and if I wanted his armor to tell the king. So I entered, and as my mother told me I demanded to be made a knight by the king and demanded the armor that the red knight he passed was wearing. Another knight of the court advised me that if I wanted the armor that I should take it, and after hearing what he did to the damsel of the court I set out on my way. On my way out I greeted the lady and she laughed at me… not really sure why but I dismissed it anyway because I was busy at the time. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the knight slap the lady and kick the jester, which infuriated me and I will deal with him later for such atrocity.
I soon met up with the Red Knight who seemed to be waiting for one of the king’s knights so I confronted him. I demanded his armor but he laughed at me and as I approached he hit me with the end of this spear. I took up my spear in response and threw with such force and accuracy that it had went through his visor and killed him. I tried to take his armor off but it wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard I pulled it wouldn’t come off. I heard someone laughing in the bushes and when I turned around I saw one of the knights from the court who offered to help me claim my armor. He was very kind except he tried to switch my fine garments for the thin garments the knight was wearing. I gave him the cup to bring back to the king and told him to tell the knight that I will punish him for what he did to the lady and the man and he will not return to the court until he leaves.
I left the small battle with my new armor which I wanted to show my mother but I didn’t know how to get home from where I was. I continued in the direction I was heading and met Lord Gornemant of Gohort. He let me rest at his fort and taught me of the way of “manners” and he also taught me how to use my new armor and weapons. He also told me not to ask too many questions because people would see me as a fool (who would want to look like an idiot).
After learning all I could I left the Lord and traveled on… I the most beautiful woman and she explained to me her problems. Lady Blancheflor told me what Clamadeu was doing and I promised to protect her and gain back her land. Over the next several days I overthrew the army and sent them to King Arthur, and informing the night that he will avenge the lady. I stayed with Lady Blancheflor for a while and promised to bring my mother to meet her when I find her if she is still alive.
I continued on and met an old fisher who seemed to have a limp. I soon found out that this old man was actually a lord of a castle. He let me stay and as we were walking a man walked by holding a strange lance that seemed to be bleeding from the tip. Right behind him was a maiden carry a cup that had a bright glow to it. This really intrigued me because it was the most extraordinary item but the teachings of the Lord came into my head of not asking too many questions so I held my tongue. Confused and amazed I asked the servant of the lord about the magical cup and the spear at the feast. After, we went to bed. I awoke to find that the castle seemed to by deserted. I dressed rather quickly and left the castle to search for signs of life. As soon as I exited, the gates rose and no matter how much I shouted there were no answer.
With a sigh, I took off with the sword the old man had given me. Soon I was interrupted by a weeping maiden whose husband had been killed by the “Haughty Knight.” She noticed the sword I had received and told me that it had belonged to the Fisher King, the owner of the bleeding lance and the grail. She was so taken aback when I told her that I didn’t ask questions about these magical items and what I could have done with these items that I felt like a fool for not asking.(I felt like I was the only one who could ever had made that mistake and I was hopeless for doing so.) While feeling so horrible I found out that this maiden was actually my cousin and that she had received word that my mother had died from the grief of my departure. (Man I don’t think this day could have gotten any worse.) In a chance to right my wrongs, I promised to avenge my cousin and find this knight. In my search, I found the lady that I had met earlier at the church and she told me that her husband was the Haughty Knight and that I was in danger. I disregarded her warning and found her husband. I battled with him and defeated him. I told him that I was the knight who visited and that I did no harm to his wife and sent him to King Arthur to tell the knight that he was going to avenge the lady.
The next morning I saw a falcon attack a goose, this reminded me of the beautiful lady. I missed her so and was stunned by her beauty. A knight came up to me, but I ignored him. He tried to attack me but I de-horsed him. Another knight came up to me and attacked. I de-horsed him as well with much force, causing him injury and pain. Another knight approached me (I was feeling a little agitated at the time), and he asked me politely and I responded. He told me that the man I had just injured was Sir Kay, the man who insulted the lady in the Court and that King Arthur wanted to officially meet me. I had agreed.
We went back to the castle where I was made a knight (I was confused because I thought I was a knight of the round table when I got the man’s armor). An old hag entered the court and told them how I was in the presence of the grail and I didn’t ask any questions (I felt so ashamed). She also said that there was a woman who was trapped in Proud Castle, and the knight who saved her would receive a magical sword. Many of the knights wanted to go but my good friend Gawain couldn’t go because he was accused of killing a lord with a claim made.
FIVE YEARS LATER
… I have spent the last five years searching for the grail… I have been losing faith in my search… will I ever find the grail and gain what I have lost?
There is a man in the distance, maybe I will go meet with him, eat a meal or gain some knowledge. This man is a hermit and he tells me of my undoings (like I didn’t know). He also told me that he was my uncle on my mother’s side. He also told me that his brother was the Fisher King. He told me that I needed to repent for my sins and to seek god once more.
I spend my days trying to find god and to renew my faith, I’m sure I will continue on my journeys for the grail soon enough…
And so I set out my journey to the castle. On my way I stopped at a Church to pray just like my mother told me to do. I also met a fair lady there, and as advised, I gave her a kiss for good luck and took her ring while I ate the food that was present. I then left feeling satisfied by my good deeds.
Shortly thereafter I arrived at a great castle, which I assumed could have only been King Arthur’s. Upon entering, I noticed a knight in Red (which I really liked and wanted the same armor for when I become and knight) and he told me that he took the cup he was holding from the king and if I wanted his armor to tell the king. So I entered, and as my mother told me I demanded to be made a knight by the king and demanded the armor that the red knight he passed was wearing. Another knight of the court advised me that if I wanted the armor that I should take it, and after hearing what he did to the damsel of the court I set out on my way. On my way out I greeted the lady and she laughed at me… not really sure why but I dismissed it anyway because I was busy at the time. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the knight slap the lady and kick the jester, which infuriated me and I will deal with him later for such atrocity.
I soon met up with the Red Knight who seemed to be waiting for one of the king’s knights so I confronted him. I demanded his armor but he laughed at me and as I approached he hit me with the end of this spear. I took up my spear in response and threw with such force and accuracy that it had went through his visor and killed him. I tried to take his armor off but it wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard I pulled it wouldn’t come off. I heard someone laughing in the bushes and when I turned around I saw one of the knights from the court who offered to help me claim my armor. He was very kind except he tried to switch my fine garments for the thin garments the knight was wearing. I gave him the cup to bring back to the king and told him to tell the knight that I will punish him for what he did to the lady and the man and he will not return to the court until he leaves.
I left the small battle with my new armor which I wanted to show my mother but I didn’t know how to get home from where I was. I continued in the direction I was heading and met Lord Gornemant of Gohort. He let me rest at his fort and taught me of the way of “manners” and he also taught me how to use my new armor and weapons. He also told me not to ask too many questions because people would see me as a fool (who would want to look like an idiot).
After learning all I could I left the Lord and traveled on… I the most beautiful woman and she explained to me her problems. Lady Blancheflor told me what Clamadeu was doing and I promised to protect her and gain back her land. Over the next several days I overthrew the army and sent them to King Arthur, and informing the night that he will avenge the lady. I stayed with Lady Blancheflor for a while and promised to bring my mother to meet her when I find her if she is still alive.
I continued on and met an old fisher who seemed to have a limp. I soon found out that this old man was actually a lord of a castle. He let me stay and as we were walking a man walked by holding a strange lance that seemed to be bleeding from the tip. Right behind him was a maiden carry a cup that had a bright glow to it. This really intrigued me because it was the most extraordinary item but the teachings of the Lord came into my head of not asking too many questions so I held my tongue. Confused and amazed I asked the servant of the lord about the magical cup and the spear at the feast. After, we went to bed. I awoke to find that the castle seemed to by deserted. I dressed rather quickly and left the castle to search for signs of life. As soon as I exited, the gates rose and no matter how much I shouted there were no answer.
With a sigh, I took off with the sword the old man had given me. Soon I was interrupted by a weeping maiden whose husband had been killed by the “Haughty Knight.” She noticed the sword I had received and told me that it had belonged to the Fisher King, the owner of the bleeding lance and the grail. She was so taken aback when I told her that I didn’t ask questions about these magical items and what I could have done with these items that I felt like a fool for not asking.(I felt like I was the only one who could ever had made that mistake and I was hopeless for doing so.) While feeling so horrible I found out that this maiden was actually my cousin and that she had received word that my mother had died from the grief of my departure. (Man I don’t think this day could have gotten any worse.) In a chance to right my wrongs, I promised to avenge my cousin and find this knight. In my search, I found the lady that I had met earlier at the church and she told me that her husband was the Haughty Knight and that I was in danger. I disregarded her warning and found her husband. I battled with him and defeated him. I told him that I was the knight who visited and that I did no harm to his wife and sent him to King Arthur to tell the knight that he was going to avenge the lady.
The next morning I saw a falcon attack a goose, this reminded me of the beautiful lady. I missed her so and was stunned by her beauty. A knight came up to me, but I ignored him. He tried to attack me but I de-horsed him. Another knight came up to me and attacked. I de-horsed him as well with much force, causing him injury and pain. Another knight approached me (I was feeling a little agitated at the time), and he asked me politely and I responded. He told me that the man I had just injured was Sir Kay, the man who insulted the lady in the Court and that King Arthur wanted to officially meet me. I had agreed.
We went back to the castle where I was made a knight (I was confused because I thought I was a knight of the round table when I got the man’s armor). An old hag entered the court and told them how I was in the presence of the grail and I didn’t ask any questions (I felt so ashamed). She also said that there was a woman who was trapped in Proud Castle, and the knight who saved her would receive a magical sword. Many of the knights wanted to go but my good friend Gawain couldn’t go because he was accused of killing a lord with a claim made.
FIVE YEARS LATER
… I have spent the last five years searching for the grail… I have been losing faith in my search… will I ever find the grail and gain what I have lost?
There is a man in the distance, maybe I will go meet with him, eat a meal or gain some knowledge. This man is a hermit and he tells me of my undoings (like I didn’t know). He also told me that he was my uncle on my mother’s side. He also told me that his brother was the Fisher King. He told me that I needed to repent for my sins and to seek god once more.
I spend my days trying to find god and to renew my faith, I’m sure I will continue on my journeys for the grail soon enough…
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
'Allo from Arthur: The Blog Regulae
Greetings, fellow questers. I hope you find this space a useful one in your grumblings about your own grails. My court jester, Dr. Mueller, has established a protocol and schedule, which you find below, for using this blog and I command you to follow it as if it were the chivalric code. Good luck. I will enjoy reading about your intellectual feats from my splendid digital dais.
Blog Schedule
Entries are due on the date listed. Names in italics are characters/authors who appear in/wrote the text assigned for the day (i.e. Branwen is a character from Branwen, Daughter of Llyr; the student assigned to Branwen must write from the perspective of Branwen found in that text). Comments (C) are due the day following. Commenters must address the entry posted by the person listed above their name. Please note that only one entry and one comment have been scheduled. To meet the two entry/two comment requirement, you must contribute a second entry and a second comment on days (only those listed below) for which you are not scheduled.
January
4 Branwen
C: T.S. Eliot
7 Perceval
C: Michael Baigent
8 Joseph of Arimathea
C: Perronik
Messire Gawain
C: Balin
10 Lancelot
C: Michael Baigent
11 Balin
C: Messire Gawain
Red Knight
C: Joseph of Arimathea
14 Perronik
C: Perceval
16 T.S. Eliot
C: Branwen
17 Michael Baigent
C: Red Knight
Blog Schedule
Entries are due on the date listed. Names in italics are characters/authors who appear in/wrote the text assigned for the day (i.e. Branwen is a character from Branwen, Daughter of Llyr; the student assigned to Branwen must write from the perspective of Branwen found in that text). Comments (C) are due the day following. Commenters must address the entry posted by the person listed above their name. Please note that only one entry and one comment have been scheduled. To meet the two entry/two comment requirement, you must contribute a second entry and a second comment on days (only those listed below) for which you are not scheduled.
January
4 Branwen
C: T.S. Eliot
7 Perceval
C: Michael Baigent
8 Joseph of Arimathea
C: Perronik
Messire Gawain
C: Balin
10 Lancelot
C: Michael Baigent
11 Balin
C: Messire Gawain
Red Knight
C: Joseph of Arimathea
14 Perronik
C: Perceval
16 T.S. Eliot
C: Branwen
17 Michael Baigent
C: Red Knight
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