Chapter Seven

Path of the Pilgrims.

Our journey now takes us West to Santiago de Compostela on the Western seaboard of Spain, the field of stars, to one of the most popular pilgrimage routes in Europe. But is it what it seems, or is the route founded on a much older one. Here too an over view of the fanaticism of the church of Rome in its endeavors to rid the landscape and people of their ancient beliefs.

This is the grail story and how that story has passed camouflaged from generation to generation in different forms. The fleur de lys which is mentioned earlier is closely examined as are other heraldic designs notably the scallops shell, equal in provenance and meaning as the fleur de lys. This material has never been discussed openly before. This is the language of concealment.

What follows is a short extract from this particular chapter; Path of the Pilgrims

‘Lonely! Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?’ Henry DavidThoreau We are now at the next turn on this mystical journey of mine and for this next stretch you will need heavy boots and a strong staff to accompany you, it is a challenging section with tough terrain to cover.

At this stage of my quest there is one thing of which I am absolutely sure and that is that there is without doubt an important secret which is and has been tenaciously guarded by fraternities for centuries. In consideration of all the connections that this story has to tell it is blatantly clear that this must have to do with Christ, his life , love and mission on earth. As I hope to demonstrate to you this chapter is further proof of that exquisite truth for it reconnects us with the Holy Grail, its quest, and a definition of what it really represents.

As a woman I have never been particularly interested in the fictional , or at least what I always believed was fiction of the Arthurian legends, so tried to veer away from its involvement in this; yet as in all else, this book has dictated what should be included; so here it goes!

It was the quaich which came into my world which led me through this next maze of intrigue, for the quaich is derived from what once was a scallop shell, and on the numerous ones which I own a scallop shell often decorates the ears, or lugs of this ancient drinking vessel. For fear of repeating myself I must repeat; I never imagined that my research and writings would take me into the realms of the Holy Grail, as in all things I actually resisted its calling to investigate what it stood for. The pull of it is too strong to resist and so I sprung up and paid attention. As many others I suppose I understood it as a possible allegory, of an ancient artefact, brought by Joseph of Arimethea to Britain, of the cup that collected Christ’s blood and that it was possibly hidden in the Chalice Well in Glastonbury. However I had scoffed at all this and dismissed it as medieval fiction and filed it away in my subconscious as fanciful storytelling. It gathered dust with the other folklore I have heard through my life alongside Pilate having been born in Scotland, of how the twelve tribes of Israel came to my Country, All utter nonsense ….. Or so I thought. Now though, I have followed the lead that my artefacts have gifted me I cannot now deny the connections they make and have to admit to being thrilled by the realizations. Thrilled but also challenged as to my legitimacy in confirming them. I have had to consider all facets of this philosopher’s stone which has been handed to me; of its power, of its magic in this fractured world of ours and after much consideration and contemplation feel assured that I should. I hope that you will feel that this gentle rain of enlightenment resonates with you and that my vessel of love, which I desire this book to be, holds true. As I have said throughout this work all I would ask of you is to question, and shake out the truth that lies within our history. Blind faith is not what God, nor Jesus would wish of us, they would , I feel anyway, ask us to know them, to make that pilgrimage in our lives towards their light and love. That is what the scallop shell also symbolises, the rays of that light, spreading out to all corners of this planet, just as his Apostles did. Some of the threads which I am attempting to weave together are now frayed, others broken, but the picture still appears and fixes us with its image. This is all very challenging but worth the battle. The quaich and its associations with the scallop shell turned my attention to what the scallop shell symbolises. The one I knew only too well was the Pilgrimage to Santiago on the western seaboard of Spain so this is where we will go to now, we will then rejoin the story of the quaich as this chapter concludes.

It is hard to imagine that through this extraordinary landscape over hundreds of years pilgrims have made their sometimes arduous journey to windswept Galicia on the Atlantic coast of northern Spain. Many went in pursuit of the beautiful, seeking a legend and spiritual fulfilment and others for redemption. I can identify with their vision: that compulsion to travel to a particular place and the consequent surrender and dedication to achieving that goal. For me that focus may not even be a recognised pilgrimage site, just a place that summons us to journey there for some indefinable reason, to climb the mountain, experience the exhilaration in what it inspires, or to look seaward with the waves carrying our thoughts. Even to gaze heavenward to the stars. Together with Lourdes in the Pyrenees the site is still venerated, and the mass of souls who convene here is a very moving sight to see, for even today, the beautiful old city of Santiago de Compostela is charged with an atmosphere and energy of devotion and sanctity. Heady incense perfumes the air, museums hold medieval artefacts including talismans made from black jet that the pilgrims carried with them. The stalwart pilgrims also carried with them the other important symbol associated with this wonderful place: the scallop shell. This symbolism and ritual is not Rome’s creation but one that the Roman Church misappropriated as its own. They affirm that it is connected to St James and his story. I don’t believe this to be true and accordingly the real significance of the scallop shell will be fully explored later, including its association with the quaich, the loving cup of Scotland.

The Quaich; loving cup; the Tarot

The chapter concludes with further symbolic language in the form of the imagery of the Tarot. Here the story of the quaich, the loving cup, supposedly peculiar to Scotland is revealed. The cup symbolic of that of Renee d’Anjou and which is global in significance. Again in a ground breaking revelation we hear of its true symbolic role, that of a universal symbol of the grail and the cup of Mary Magdalene. A cup strongly associated with the scallop shell.

The Water of Life Forever.

Motto of the Keepers of the Quaich/ Blair Castle This underscores the scale of symbolism which traverses the centuries which much as the deaf use sign language and without it would be ignorant, so too have those who have gone before used the silent linguistic tools of signs. Indecipherable by most of the populace so enabling it to be communicated between initiates of the knowledge. We too are now becoming intiates of the knowledge, we too are now becoming empowered by knowledge.

 

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