—OH, GOOD GRIEFFIE!
Apologies for the rush; and here’s your snippet:
Make of it wot we will.
I once read a case for the Wedding at Cana being His Holy Nibs’s very own personal wedding, to one Mary Magdalene. The same author/s made a further case for the Holy Grail being not a cup but the blood (line) of Christ … aka corrupted from ‘le sang real’ (the Royal Blood) (get it?); and the vessel carrying that sacred blood (line) was actually one Mrs J. Christ in the person of Mary Magdalene; transported to the south of France by a Mr Joseph of Arithmathea, who happened to be a tin merchant trader who dealt with (you’ll love this—) tin traders in Cornwall. And who was also JC’s uncle …
You can have a lot of fun if you dabble …
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s green & pleasant Land.
A bit gory in places but sometimes a pleasant enough mythology that serves well to keep the unthinking underfoot and paying taxes.
Regardless of labels, this is a piccie that benefits from lots of looking at and total disregardance of any ‘official’ explanations. Look at that redhead to Jeez’s right—could a case be made for that being Mrs J? (To me it looks more she than he.)
Is there any significance in His Royal Godship and some other guy both reaching for the same buns? And off screen to our left it looks awfully as if someone has a dagger pointed at someone …
Rubbish! Anyway, there’s not one God, there’s many hundreds, thousands …
… QUITE CONTRARY
isn’t it about time you, Miss Magdalene, were elevated to your rightful office? Such an elevation could well destroy the Catholic Church and all who wail in her. Not good, for some. (But if the lady has truly been maligned for all these years, what’s a few thousand million dollars worth of income, status, and position, hmmm?)
SO THE TRUTH
about Mary Magdalene won’t out. Not in my lifetime—although various crank writers milking the zephyrs of changing thought have created disturbances in the warps of The Faith.
the schools of thought that explore the notion of the wedding at Cana being actually that of Jesus and Mary; and it was his own water that he turned into wine when the caterers let them down.
I LIKE EVEN MORE
the notion that she was pregnant to Big J at the time of the Crucifixion, after which Uncle Jo (of Arimathea) took ’em off to some of his overseas holdings (being a wealthy tin merchant) to lie low and regroup.
DUE TO ERRORS
in translation (and the ‘Chinese whispers’ effect) the Sang Real* of Christ’s bloodline morphed into ‘sacred grail’**, and thus passed from dubious history into pure legend. Or not.
To venture further along these lines is to discover the true meaning of these words on ancient charts:
—and we are comfortable enough without more monsters, right?
Speak fer yerself, Dog~!
* Blood Royal
** Aka the ‘holy grail’.