If there’s one word that children of the grail scattered across the globe are all too painfully aware of, it’s alienation. In a vast, rabid, vacuous, sea of primates the remnants of the glimmering elven blood forced to wander a dying world that they are the custodians of, cannot afford to toss aside their brothers and sisters. Just like the good old days of court life, there are factions of spiritual blood and mundane people mixed and warring with each other. People as usual are out to exploit the core message and make it about power. This has spawned bitter resentment and paranoia understandably. These are not times however to slam the doors on each other. There are few authors out there who help us wake up, remember and re-activate the once dormant dragon’s blood. Even if errors are made, or bias points of view are placed into these literary treasure maps, they are still all we have at the moment. And truth will have it, so that no single person can know all of it. NO ONE. This path home to Elphame is crooked and winds as we walk the snakes back. Many who try to experience it through the ego come to find out that immortality was never for them.
But what about those of us who still carry the shining ones within our makeup? Surely we are a rare breed must strive to serve each other. In other words the grail serves the grail. And through a special version of sight, I know some of you are my family. This is why I won’t fight you. The fight is for us and not supposed to be against each other. But if the knights serve the maidens and the queen mothers her princes, how can it be that they are attacking each other? Either the ego and human beast aspect has infiltrated the haven or fear has become too powerful once again dimming the light of the sacred. A temple is a spot of gathering for that sacred aspect but it cannot become the kingdom ruling over the aspect itself. Otherwise you have become the thing you accuse your detractors of. This is a dangerous world and the necessity of safety, while not as bad as it was during the crusades is still there. Secrecy and guardianship is key, but fear mustn’t blind you to the point where that becomes more important than anything else. A mother bird cannot keep her birds from the nest in order to protect them. That’s counter intuitive. Upon my journey I came to your doors but rather than the embrace I would have wholeheartedly have given any one of you that carries the divine, I was met with fear. The doors were slammed in my face and my character was bastardized.
Even so, I have taken down the video out of respect for its editor’s work and while I had a different opinion on one part, in general it helped sum my page up rather efficiently. But it’s not my work so I’ve decided to take it down and eventually type out more information on my own for inquiring minds. I won’t hide in the shadows from the public though. If they want to crucify me they can do so. All I ask is that members of my own blood find the courage to ask questions and express themselves diplomatically and with nobility fearlessly, rather than making unfounded judgments about who I am and who I follow. We don’t follow…we lead. I will continue to walk this lonely road seeking the unseen through the fog. Through the murmur of truth I am prepared to embrace the grail. I only hope you can do the same.
Let them come who wish to come, And let them go who wish to go, And do not harm to me or mine. -Ancient Icelandic Invitation Formula for the Elven Folk
Prince of Brats