about King Arthur
and his Arthurian Legend
The True Story
Ladies and Gentlemen,
King Arthur lived in the 5th century. The known writings about King Arthur and his court at Camelot were not written until the 12th century, some 700 years after his death. And they were written by Frenchmen who were far removed from the scenes of action.
Yet our hunger for information about the Arthurian legend and the fascinating period of King Arthur's reign is so deep that we eagerly devour these writings, even though they are inconsistent, if not conflicting. One example: some writers report Galahad to be the son of Lancelot. Others report them to be fellow knights of the same age. Which is it? Later writers have added to the confusion, each putting his or her own "spin" on the Arthurian legends.
Therefore when my hypnotherapy work began to draw people to me who revealed past lives at Camelot, I realized that I was being presented with a unique opportunity to garner the truth of what really happened to King Arthur at Camelot. My own situation was interesting: I had never seen a movie about Camelot, had never read a book about Camelot, nor had much interest in the Arthurian legend. But this gave me an open mind, and I had no preconceived concepts which might influence my perceptions. Likewise, I have only used the taped sessions of Camelot past life regressions which came from people who were similarly without preconceived concepts of what King Arthur's Camelot was like.
I lived the experience of gathering these past life regressions of the lives of those who lived around King Arthur. It took me five years, and I know that they are the truth. I truly hope that you are able to believe my story. It is an incredible story. It is a powerful story. It will affect your life, and your perceptions of reality. It will impact you deeply with the message that our lives, and our struggles, have great importance beyond the immediacy of our own life period. That forty people, inspired by an idealistic king, and his wise spiritual advisor, set in force concepts of nobility and honor and love which have changed the world. Thus the Arthurian legend will endure. And you will be left with the haunting question: If they did this some 1500 years ago, cannot I now do the same?
|Michael D. Miller|
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About the Author: A West Pointer, Harvard MBA, and decorated Vietnam Veteran, 57 year old Land Developer Michael D. Miller is an improbable candidate to bring this mystical tale of Camelot to the world. Using the technique of past-life regressions, and relying on his own highly developed psychic abilities, he regressed 102 people back to their lives at Camelot. Their resulting stories may be the truest account ever of the Arthur legends.
Galahad stated during his regression:
"Camelot was never meant to be as a Constellation in the sky. A Constellation is permanent. Camelot was never meant to be permanent. It was instead meant to be as a Shooting Star. It was meant to flash briefly across the sky. Camelot was meant, in its brief sojourn on earth, to give us a glimpse of what mankind could aspire to. It set an example for us, just as the Shooting Star shows us for a brief instance the beauty and glory of its existence. But just as we remember the beauty and magnificence of the shooting star long after it has vanished, the concepts and ideals established by King Arthur's Round Table were remembered in the hearts of men long after Camelot was no more."
Camelot was about love, honor, and nobility. Merlin and Arthur established the Round Table as a movement to set the example for man of what he could achieve when he recognized his connection to God, and when he let his natural qualities of nobility and honor guide his actions.
This is the story of Camelot and King Arthur as seen through the eyes of 102 people who were regressed to their past lives with King Arthur and Camelot. Hear the story as related by Guenivere, Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Lancelot, Galahad, Gawaine, Percival, and other members of the Round Table, their wives, and children.
Introduction To The Book:
I am an engineer and businessman. But a number of years ago I became interested in hypnotherapy. I became fairly proficient in working with people to help them to unlock their emotional secrets of the past, in order to heal present day conflict within their lives. Over a period of several years I developed a fairly good following, so that a steady stream of people were showing up at my door seeking past life regressions. Beginning in 1994 I began to regress several people who had lived at Camelot. Their stories were fascinating, so I began to save the audio tapes of each regression. Then, this effort became a full fledged project, as I began to be deluged with Camelot past life regressions. Over a five year period I regressed some 102 people with Camelot past life stories.
I regressed each of them, and each told his or her story. I captured 82 of the regressions on tape. This collection of tapes tells an amazing story, a story which is more beautiful than anything yet written.
During one regression of a lady who was Galahad, Galahad stated: "The ideals of Camelot are still remembered. They will always be remembered. There are periods since Camelot when these principles have once again surfaced as guiding beacons for mankind's struggle to regain his oneness with God. But again, mankind was not ready, and so they were again extinguished. But never forgotten. They live on in the breasts and hearts of men. And they will continue to resurface as mankind progresses in his spiritual evolution. One day they will surface, and mankind will be ready. Then Camelot can be permanent. In the meantime, we keep these ideals kindled in our hearts, waiting for that magic and wonderful day."
Galahad was right. A few of the highlights of the story are as follows: Camelot was about love, honor, and nobility. Merlin and Arthur established the Round Table as a movement to set the example for man of what he could achieve when he recognized his own godliness; when he let his natural qualities of nobility and honor guide his actions. The Round Table was round because it represented the earth. Just as when a pebble is dropped into a still pool of water, and it creates a series of circular ripples which eventually reach out and cover the entire pool, so was the Round Table meant to represent the first ripple of a concept which will expand until it has covered the earth.
As Arthur selected young men and trained them to be great martial warriors, so did Merlin at the same time train them to become great spiritual warriors. This balance was their magic. They knew that when they had purity of heart, innocence, and God's blessing for the nobility of their purpose, they could not be defeated. Merlin also taught them many protective magic rituals. They could, for example, make themselves invisible, shape-shift into other forms, or make one man appear to be many. Thus armed with Arthur's and Merlin's training, these warrior-priests could singlehandedly defeat large groups of the enemy.
Camelot was love. All of the knights adored their king and queen. Merlin was greatly loved and admired. Great comraderie existed among the knights. Even the great sword Excalibur was about love. When Excalibur was forged, Merlin arranged a special ceremony where Jesus and St. Michael appeared and placed their hands in the molten metal, thus permanently imbuing it with their energies of love. This gave Excalibur its famous powers. For when someone held Excalibur in their hands, they were enveloped with love. When enveloped in love, you cannot be harmed. This is only one of the messages which Merlin seeks to rekindle within us: love is the greatest protection of all.
As the following stories tell, Camelot was a beautiful experience. Quite possibly it is mankind's most beautiful experience yet. But built into the fabric of this experience was tragedy; tragedy which would bring the dream of Camelot to its end.
What sort of tragedy? The tragedy of two sets of soul mates who could never be together. One set of soul mates was the king and his sister. The other was the king's best friend and the king's wife. Fate cast them into this difficult situation, quite possibly so that Camelot would end when it was supposed to end. Another tragedy was that Arthur's idealistic genius, which created the magic of Camelot and the Round Table Movement, did not know how to comprehend or defend against treachery. Believing that all around him shared his purity and idealism, he did not respond when his kingdom was threatened by the darker sides of men's ambitions.
It was Arthur's destiny to bring Christianity to Britain. This threatened the existing druid religion. To ease their concerns, Arthur promised to protect the druids. He promised them that they would always peacefully coexist with the Christian church. Ironically, years later when the church had lost its memory of Arthur the benefactor, church leaders mounted a campaign in Europe against Arthur because he protected the heathens (druids) from persecution. A large Christian army came to Britain, and in Arthur's 57th year, he and his knights and his movement were destroyed in a last dramatic battle. And Camelot was no more.
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Percival: A Knight's Story
This portion of the story is a collection of past-life memories which were garnered from the following sources:
1. My own past life regressions.
2. Messages given to me by Merlin, Jesus, and Mother Mary.
3. Messages channelled to me by others.
4. The past life regressions of others.
5. Memories which surfaced during rebirthing sessions.
I was born in an isolated area of the British Isles. I sense that we lived in the Southwest portion of the isle. It was wooded where we lived. We lived alone, almost in total isolation. We were not wealthy. Perhaps we were poor, because we did not have much. We did not feel as if we were poor. Our situation, living alone in the woods, sometimes seemed a bit mysterious to me. I had two younger sisters.
My mother was a pretty lady. She was a person of class and distinction. She had the bearing and composure of a respectable and graceful woman. We may have been living a poor existence, but we were not of the serf class. I loved my mother and my sisters very much. I was very happy. Most of my childhood, as I remember it, was wonderful. I spent all of my free time playing alone in the woods. I never seemed to realize that our isolation deprived me of having other childhood friends and playmates. I had the trees as friends. I was always at home, and I always felt comfortable and among friends when I was playing in the forest. It seemed that the forests were more "enchanted" in those days. To me, the trees were alive. They were my friends. I felt the warmth and protection as I played amongst them. It was as if they watched over me. They were my guardians and protectors. I loved them and they loved me.
Although my sisters loved me very much, and looked up to me, I greatly preferred playing alone in the woods. My mother was a priestess. She spent most of her time doing what priestesses do. She was always busy preparing herbs as potions and medicines, or was in solitude practicing her religion. Preoccupied with her own matters, she did not seem to mind our isolation. She seemed quite content with it. Nor did she seem to mind that I was always off in the woods somewhere. She did mind it when I was late for supper. But otherwise, she gave me plenty of freedom.
I was told that my father, a mounted soldier, had been killed in battle somewhere. My mother had sought seclusion at our isolated cottage on the forest. Finding great peace of mind there, she had remained. However, the fact that we were poor and lived alone in the forest did not mean that I was not somebody. I had a claim to fame. As my mother explained to me, I was a distant nephew to King Arthur. King Arthur was the famous and powerful king who had united all of Britain. Some day I would claim my birthright. King Arthur would recognize my heritage. I would become somebody.
When I was fourteen-years old, the time came for me to leave our enchanted forest. It was time for me to claim my birthright. Mother packed up my clothes. I was dressed in my finest, which was still somewhat ragged. She put me on a horse. It was our only horse. He was old and worn out. Standing proudly, but wiping away the tears, my mother sent me off alone to find my way to Camelot, the home of King Arthur. I, too, choked away the tears as I glanced back at my mother standing there crying for me.
I had no idea where I was going. But that was okay because there was only one trail to follow. After several days travel, I came to a castle. I was amazed at its size. The stone structures of the castle fascinated me. They seemed so powerful and dominating. Had I been less innocent, I might have been completely overwhelmed by this sudden and abrupt change from my cottage in the woods. My cottage was all that I had ever known. Now this! But, being innocent and thus without fear, I proceeded on and entered the castle grounds.
The castle belonged to the local king who reigned over our area of Britain. My presence was announced to him. I was very appreciative when he quickly acknowledged me, and invited me to stay with his family. What would I have done had he ignored me?
I explained my situation to him. The king took me under his wing. I stayed with him about six months. The king fattened me up (I was quite skinny and gangly). He dressed me in better clothes. He gave me a good horse to ride. His soldiers began to train me in swordsmanship. The king was, as he explained, making me presentable for my arrival at Camelot. I dined with his family. The whole episode was an amazing and wonderful experience for me.
The king had a daughter who was about my age, perhaps a year or two older. She was incredibly beautiful. I had not known any girls other than my sisters. Being fourteen, and being exposed to the first girl other than my sisters that I had ever known, the obvious happened. I immediately fell completely in love with her. My crush on her was complete. I could not keep my eyes off of her. I got flushed whenever I was in her presence. My feeling for her were quite obvious to all. The king was amused. Everyone was amused. The king enjoyed watching the interactions between his daughter and myself at the dinner table. My awkwardness and complete adoration of his daughter led to many amusing moments during our mealtimes together. Everyone at the castle was aware that this skinny, awkward and unschooled country boy was smitten with the king's daughter.
His daughter was very gracious about the whole thing. She was very gentle and kind to me. She, as a young lady, was flattered by my attentions. She was a bit flirtatious also. I recall being alone with her in a hall, and how completely zapped I was by her presence. I recall her kind and gentle face, and her sweetly flirtatious smile which seemed to say that she appreciated my attention, but she would be careful not to lead this lovestruck boy too far. She would not let him get hurt, she understanding how vulnerable and open I was. We never touched. Her name was Guenivere.
After my six-month preparation period, it was time for me to proceed to Camelot. The king sent me on to my destination. Arriving at Camelot, I was not as intimidated by the massive stoneworks and grandeur, now that I knew all about castles.
I announced my presence to the guard at the gate. Peering at me through a small grated window, the guard told me to wait, and then left. I waited. Nervously. Certainly, as a nephew to the King, I would be taken in. But what if not? He returned shortly, and without speaking, opened a wooden door. I stepped in. I was immediately ushered off into the bowels of the castle. King Arthur did not meet me, nor did he pay me much attention during those first years. He was too busy. But I was well cared for by others. I was given lodging in a large second-story room occupied by other young men about my age. They were at Camelot seeking to become knights. It seemed that everyone, myself included, knew that I would enter the training program to become a knight. I had arrived at Camelot at that time when Arthur was just consolidating his new empire. He had great need for more knights to help him control and protect his expanded kingdom. This was just fine with me.
I took to the program like a duck takes to water. I had found my home. I found the father I never had; Camelot became my father. But it was more. Camelot became everything: it was my mother, father, sisters and brothers. I prospered. I grew big and strong. I trained hard, and I grew into a good warrior. I was among other big and strong men. I was not exceptionally big or strong in comparison to them. But I had focus. My determination and concentration gave me the edge. I became known for my fighting abilities. Although not bigger or quicker than my training opponents, I almost always won. Since in our business, which was battle, you either won or were dead, winning was important! After several years, I became a knight of the Round Table. My name was Percival.
Most knights excelled with one or more weapons. They were famous for prowess in one form of warfare or another. Some were exceptional swordsmen, others great at jousting, etc. For instance, Geoffrey of Monmouth was a great warrior with the lance. On horseback, wielding his lance, he was unbeatable. But as a swordsman he was only an average fighter. Accolan was a great fighter with the Broadaxe, this was his specialty. Lancelot was a great swordsman, either on foot or mounted. Not so for Percival. I was good with all weapons, great with none. But I always won in battle. Some said that it was my intense stare. Others said that it was my focus, my complete dedication, which brought me out alive from all of my forays and battles.
Our training consisted of two facets: martial and spiritual. A knight's greatness derived from great martial skill backed up with great spiritual strength. In short, he was a spiritual warrior as well as a martial warrior.
Our military training was led by the older, more experienced knights. They were battle tested. Most were famous and had accomplished great deeds for King Arthur. Lancelot, Gawaine and Galahad were among these leaders. We had a reverential respect for them that bordered on worship. They passed on to us the wisdom and knowledge they had accumulated in their many battles and adventures. To be trained by these great men was a tremendous honor. We strived to please them. To receive praise from Lancelot, or one of the other older knights, was a great honor. Our training was, as we believed, the best in the world.
And oh how we trained! Hour after hour, day after day, the physical training was grueling and relentless. We stood in the sun for hours at a time swinging our swords and other weapons at practice posts; in this manner great muscles were developed. Our hands grew rough and calloused in spots from holding the weapons; these callouses were testimony to the constant grind of relentless training exercises.
Our spiritual training was conducted by the great Merlin himself. This was another great honor, to be trained by the greatest master of them all. Merlin had raised Arthur. Merlin and Arthur had together created Camelot. Merlin and Arthur were inseparable; where you found Arthur, Merlin was sure to be also. Arthur consulted with Merlin about almost everything. Camelot, everything that we stood for and believed in, was a joint creation of these two great men. So for Merlin to take the time to school us in his crafts was another wonderful benefit for us.
Everyone knew that Merlin, as his name implied, was the spiritual head of the druids. He was the greatest druid priest. But Merlin was more than that. Yes, he taught us some things from the druid religion. He taught us some druid mystical practices. He taught us some druid magic. But he taught us other things that transcended druidism. No one knew where Merlin got his knowledge. He just had it. It was as if he had the knowledge of the universe at his disposal. He taught us rituals, magic and other mystical practices which were known nowhere else.
But please don't think that magic and such were the only things that he taught us. He taught us much more. He taught us about God. He taught us to be servants of God's work, and that as doers of God's work we were indestructible. He taught us about innocence, and that God would always look down with favor upon those of innocence. He taught us about purity of heart. With a pure heart, a knight could safely venture where no other could go. As a knight of Arthur's Round Table, each knight would many times be exposed to grave danger and peril. Merlin explained to us a secret of God's kingdom; God would always give special attention and protection to those of a pure heart. We were to be almost childlike in our purity of thought and heart. This would allow us to "enter the dragon's lair" and return safely. These were our great secrets. This is what gave us our power. This is what gave us our success in battle. This is why Arthur would send one knight out alone to put down an insurrection or revolt in a distant province, knowing that knight would return victorious. This was our real magic. God gave us our special power.
Merlin taught us leadership. Many hours were spent in his chambers. We would respectfully kneel on one knee as Merlin read to us from one of his very large Books of Knowledge. No one knew where these books came from, but they seemed to have all the answers. They were full of ageless wisdom. We listened carefully.
He also taught us powerful mystical rituals and practices. Not all knights were taught the same things. He tailored his teaching to the spiritual level of each knight. All of us were taught basic things such as how to invoke sacred word magic to make yourself invisible. Or how to shape-change, to make yourself appear as something or someone else. Or how to make yourself appear to others as if you are a much larger group of men. These practices were needed by us for our work. They were the "bread and butter" magic which was practiced by all knights. Some of us were taught more. We were taught to be able to look into the hearts of other men and know their true intent. We were taught how to protect ourselves against poisons (a common problem in those days). We were taught special powers for personal protection. Not all knights were taught all of this knowledge, for great responsibility went along with the knowledge of some of these great powers.
Merlin's chambers also contained tables and workbenches filled with glass and ceramic containers. He did much in the way of concocting special lotions, potions and other special formulations. However, we knights were not privy to this area of Merlin's knowledge. So we could only speculate and wonder at the purpose and use of these concoctions.
We all knew that Merlin was very old. No one knew his age. It was said that he was an old man when Arthur was a young boy. Now Arthur was thirty years old, and Merlin had not appeared to age much, if at all. He was as spry, agile, and active as any of us. Among certain members of the court it was known that Merlin drank a daily herbal potion which kept him young. It was a clear liquid. That is all we knew. We knew this because occasionally one of us would be in his chambers with Merlin when he took his daily drink of the potion.
Merlin was liked and greatly respected by all of the knights. He, in turn, was like a kindly and beneficent father to us. He was devoted to all of us. Social life was quite different in those days. There was no TV, or newspapers, or radio, or movies. We talked. This was our entertainment. This was especially true during the long winter months when we were confined to the castle because of the weather. We spent many long hours visiting, talking, trading stories. During these periods, Merlin was always greatly sought after. Merlin's great wisdom, the twinkle in his eye, his spry and agile manner, his great sense of humor, all made him the ideal conversationalist. I was delighted to find that Merlin had a special liking for me. He made me one of his favorites. He spent a lot of time alone with me, explaining much of his theories and practices, telling me his personal views about much. He also taught me a lot, things that most of the other knights were never told. For this I was especially grateful.
It is interesting that Merlin taught us much about God long before Christianity arrived in our land. When Arthur finally made Christianity the official religion, the transition from druidism to Christianity was easy for us. We already knew much from Merlin's teachings. Merlin worshipped and acknowledged this God of the Christians long before they arrived.
My most vivid and emotional memories are of the Round Table and the movement which it represented. It was a creation of Arthur and Merlin. The table itself was not exceptionally large. It was not especially beautiful. It was made of oak. It was stained a dark color, best described as brownish-black. It did not dominate the Great Hall where we met and dined. It sat off to the side. The other tables there were regular rectangular wooden tables, just a bit longer than a picnic table of today. At mealtimes most of us sat at the regular tables. Arthur was usually seated at another rectangular table at the head of the hall. It was elevated on a dias so that it was about a foot above our tables. This way we had a better view of Arthur, and he had a better view of us. Our mealtimes were periods of great joviality. Much good-natured joking and pranksterism took place. Arthur's vantage place on the dias allowed him to readily participate in all of this humorous banter. It also allowed any of us to readily address him from our seat anywhere in the hall. Merlin and the Queen also sat at the head table.
The Round Table was a symbol. It was round because it represented the earth. The druids knew that the earth was round. The Round Table represented the first wave of a movement. The easiest way to explain this is to relate it to a pebble which is dropped into a pool of still water. When the pebble is dropped into the water, it first makes a single circular wave in the water. Then the waves begin to multiply, and they spread out in ever widening circles until they have covered the entire pool. Likewise, the Round Table represented the first ripple of wave of a movement which would spread out in concentric circular waves until it had covered the entire earth.
We actually didn't use the Round Table very much. Mostly it was used for special formal ceremonies. But its symbolism was very important, and its presence in the Great Hall was a constant reminder to us of the nobility of our purpose.
The Round Table movement was to recognize the honor and nobility of mankind. This was the dream of Arthur and Merlin. This was what Camelot was all about. King Arthur and his knights set the example. By their honorable and noble conduct they showed the rest of the world what it could become. They established an awareness, a concept, which has never since been extinguished. Some day it shall complete it's journey. Some day it shall cover the entire earth, and live in the breast of every person.
Camelot was also about love. Woven throughout our movement was love in its various aspects. There was romantic love, as represented by Arthur and Guenivere. But there was also the great universal love which transcends romantic love. It was everywhere. Maybe Merlin used some of his special powers on Camelot. Maybe he didn't have to. Love permeated the place. The actual magic of Camelot was its love. We all loved and adored our Arthur. Arthur loved and adored us. We loved and adored our Queen. We loved and adored our Merlin. They loved and adored us. Most of the knights loved and adored each other. Although we were very competitive, we never seemed to lose sight of the special love which bound all of us to Arthur and his movement. Our sense of camaraderie was awesome.
I had been a knight for about a year or so when Arthur left on a trip to visit another king. Arthur was to wed this king's daughter. She was younger than Arthur. Merlin had selected this young lady to become our Queen. This marriage also was politically expedient. This king was powerful and controlled a vast portion of land. Arthur's marriage to his daughter would help to consolidate Arthur's power, and would pull the king's land more securely into Arthur's realm. This was to be a good marriage also, because Merlin had carefully screened this young lady and had insured that she was pure in heart. Her purity and beauty would grace and complement Arthur's Court.
I was quite busy with my newfound responsibilities as a knight. So I didn't pay much attention to Arthur's trip to wed a queen. But I was soon taken aback by these developments. For when the queen-to-be arrived at Camelot with her entourage, I discovered that she was my Guenivere. Who I had never stopped loving. I had never gotten over my first love. Now she was to be my Queen.
In a way, this series of developments made Camelot complete for me. Camelot was my family. The other knights were my brothers. Arthur and Merlin were my father. Now the Queen was my first and true love. I placed her on a pedestal, and considered her the perfection of all womanhood. I idealized her. I still do.
Guenivere and I lived in Camelot for many years. We shared many experiences. We weathered many adventures and crises together. Yet we never spoke of my love for her. I spoke to no one else about my love for her. Only Merlin knew. Merlin knew all. She was my Queen. To me, she was the perfect Queen. She was a perfect complement to Arthur and the court. The perfection of her beauty became part of the magic of Camelot. She was wildly popular with the people. It seemed that Camelot was under Merlin's spell. Now Merlin had done it again; he had given us a queen who matched the love and purity which existed around Arthur and his knights.
One humorous incident comes to mind. At jousting matches and other tournaments I would always try to impress Guenivere by placing well in the competition. Guenivere's brother had also become a knight. His name was Segwarides. Segwarides remembered my infatuation with his sister when I had stayed with his family long ago. He suspected that I still was infatuated with his sister. So he challenged me to a jousting match. This he did in front of Guenivere. Jousting was his specialty. He and I both knew that he was much better at jousting than I. Knowing that I could not decline such a challenge issued in his sister's presence, he also in a loud voice added to this challenge that the prize for the winner of this match would be that the winner would get to select and keep the best horse belonging to the loser. Knowing how important it would be for me to best him in front of his sister, Segwarides had cleverly placed me in a great predicament.
I came from a humble background. My five horses were all that I owned. Therefore this was a serious challenge. I could not afford to lose such a match. But how could I refuse? I accepted. The match was set to occur in two days. After a day and an two evenings of wagering, speculating, joking, and listening to Segwaride's boasting, the morning of the match arrived. Much to my chagrin, Segwarides unseated me on the first pass, all in full view of his sister. I sat, legs sprawled in the dust, as Segwarides was wildly cheered by the crowd. I was too embarrassed to glance at the King's viewing box to see Guenivere's reaction. I felt humiliated. Now the unthinkable was happening. I was about to lose one of my best mounts. Segwarides proudly walked over to my string of horses. He selected his prize. Much to my amazement, he selected the poorest of my horses, a yearling who was barely trained.
I had lost my pride. But at least I had not lost one of my precious horses. What I did not know was that Arthur, Guenivere, and the other knights had been let in on a secret. Segwarides had cajoled and bribed one of the pages. He had arranged for this page to improperly cinch the saddle on my horse so that it would come loose upon impact of the jousting lances. The match had been rigged! Segwarides had counted upon me being so nervous about this match that I would not perform the usual inspection of my horse and saddle rigging before the match. Segwarides had guessed right. I had been easily unseated. The entire incident had been great sport for everyone but me.
Now, to complete his victory, Segwarides later boasted to me of his scheme. To maximize the effect, he did this in a speech to me after supper in the Great Hall, in front of my entire family, Arthur, Merlin, the knights, and Guenivere. Everyone was greatly amused, especially at my embarrassment. Now that I knew the truth, the good natured ribbing and cajoling commenced. The ribbing that I took from this event lasted for many years. The mere mention of my jousting match was always good for a round of laughter. My blush at the mention of this story also lasted for many years. A standard greeting which met me for many months after the match was "Percival, have you checked your cinch lately?" We all got a lot of laughs from that jousting match.
This incident reflected the jovial and friendly mood of the court. We had great respect, love and affection for each other. Joking and humor became a form of art for us. We spent much time and energy preparing jokes, humorous stories and friendly pranks which could be related as we sat together for our meals in the Great Hall. Great effort went into our preparations. We lived for this comedy and comraderie. The entire mood at mealtimes was of festivity, joviality and kindredship.
The Great Hall had the banner of each knight mounted on a staff and suspended above us. The banners hung along the stone walls of the hall. Most were brightly colored. I seem to remember much bright color. Our clothing, our banners, and the decor were attractive and brightly colored. My coat-of-arms on my banner was a single white swan on a blue background. There was a pair of green pine boughs crossed beneath the swan.
Excalibur was Arthur's famous sword. As legend tells us, anyone holding Excalibur was invincible, and could not be harmed. Legend does not explain how Excalibur provided this protection. The actual design of Excalibur was copied. It was an exact replica of the sword carried by Archangel Michael. As explained to us by Lord Michael himself, one edge of his sword was Love, the other edge of his sword was Truth.
Excalibur was made under the direction and supervision of Merlin. Merlin arranged a special ceremony for the forging of the sword. The foundry was consecrated by Merlin. Then molten steel was prepared for forging into the sword blade. At that time Lord Jesus and Archangel Michael appeared. Jesus and Michael each placed one hand in the molten metal, endowing forever the metal with the power of their love. Then the metal was forged by the smiths into the famous sword blade. This is how Excalibur got its power: the power of Excalibur is Love.
Any person holding Excalibur is affected by the power of the sword. The sword is imbued with the power of love; therefore, any person carrying the sword is enveloped in love. When you are enveloped in love you cannot be hurt. This is the sword's magical secret, the power of love. In revealing this secret to us, Saint Michael and Merlin told us that it is time once again for mankind to know about Excalibur, and its secret. It is once again time for us to regain our knowledge about the power of love. You cannot be hurt when you are empowered and protected by love. You cannot fail when you are empowered and protected by love. Love is the ultimate weapon.
When Arthur carried Excalibur into battle he was protected from harm, and he could not be defeated. When you surround yourself with love, you are likewise protected. You cannot be harmed. This is the wonderful message of Excalibur. This is the message which Merlin and St. Michael wish to convey to you now: You are Arthur. You have Excalibur at your disposal, to use at any time. Simply strap this magical sword around your waist whenever you go into battle. Draw your Excalibur whenever you are under attack. Be enveloped in its love and you cannot fail. You are protected by the ultimate weapon.
Knighthood was conferred upon men in a special ceremony led by Arthur. A special moment of this ceremony was when Excalibur was laid for a few moments on each shoulder of the man being knighted. This allowed the magical power of love to be passed from the blade of Excalibur to the new knight. He was thenceforth permanently endowed and empowered with the sword's power. It was as if Excalibur was a power wand. Each knight was empowered when he was touched by this so special power wand. This was one of the reasons why knights were so successful in battle.
The Holy Grail
The first years of King Arthur's reign were years of warfare. Eventually peace was achieved throughout the kingdom. With peace came a complication. Arthur's knights were trained for warfare. They were accustomed to the excitement and challenge of the battlefield. With peace, they lost their mission. They lost their reason for being knights. Boredom became a problem.
To deal with this problem Merlin and Arthur devised "quests" on which to send the knights. These quests were to keep the knights busy. The quests kept the knights challenged. They kept the knights occupied in knightly pursuits. One quest devised by Arthur and Merlin was the quest to find the Holy Grail. This has become an important part of the Arthurian legends.
The Holy Grail was the metal plate and the metal cup from which Christ had dined at the last supper. The Grail was hidden in a small stone castle overlooking the ocean on the Northwest coast of the British Isle. The castle was at the edge of the sea. One wall of the castle extended out into the sea.
The castle had been permanently hidden in a mist. By what magical process this mist was placed around the castle is unclear. Who placed the mist is unclear. The mist was there to protect the Holy Grail from those who should not know of its location. Most people could not see it. Many knights passed close by on their quest to find the Grail without seeing the castle hidden in the mist.
A requisite for seeing through this magical mist was absolute purity of heart. Only those of pure heart could see through the mist to the castle. Gawaine and Galahad, those great knights of purest heart, were the first to find the castle. I was the third knight to find the castle and its treasure.
After I found the Grail, Arthur terminated the quest to find the Grail. Arthur then assigned his knight Percival to guard the Grail. I was to reside in the small stone castle and protect its contents. The assignment was permanent. The magic mist which surrounded the castle was to be lifted.
I was stunned and shocked by this assignment. I was a robust, adventure-seeking knight who was accustomed to an active life on horseback roaming far and wide. My days as a wandering adventure-seeker were over. Very abruptly.
My days as a bachelor had also come to an end. Now Percival was assigned to occupy a castle. This also entailed the responsibility for taking over the control of the realm surrounding the castle. Not only did I now have to run a castle, I had to administer and protect the people who lived in the area around the castle. Perplexed by this abrupt change in my fate, I retreated to my friend and teacher Merlin for guidance. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Merlin delivered his sage advice: Percival needed a wife to help him with his new responsibilities. Merlin then helped me locate a wife. Using his special powers, Merlin scanned my life. Merlin was checking for "possibles." Merlin then pointed out to me that a I had met a very suitable bride during my sojourn to Ireland.
It seems that Arthur had sent me to Ireland on a Quest. There I had become a friend of the King of Ireland. The King had a very attractive daughter. Her name was Martha. At the time, I was not romantically inclined. I was mostly focused on my role as knight. I also had my memories of my secret true love Guenivere. I did not seek other romance, and did not show any particular interest in the King's daughter.
Martha, Merlin pointed out, would make an excellent wife. She came from a family of good breeding. Her mother was a sturdy, loyal and reliable partner for the King. She was practical and resourceful. These qualities had been well taught to the daughter. Martha was accustomed to the responsibilities of running a castle and a realm. She was not only beautiful, she was a perfect partner for someone who was raised in poverty and isolation, and had no experience in running a small kingdom.
So off I went to Ireland, in search of a bride. I returned to visit the King. This time I showed interest in Martha. It had been several years since I had last seen her. She had blossomed into an even more beautiful and mature woman. After a visit of several weeks, I made my move. I asked the King for his daughter's hand in marriage. The King was by now well aware of my intentions. The King liked me. The King considered this young knight a good catch for his daughter. He also knew that Martha was smitten with me. The King had known that she had a crush on Percival from his first visit years ago, and that she now felt very much in love with him. My request was granted.
We were wed in her father's castle in Ireland. Even though this marriage to one of King Arthur's knights meant that they might never see their daughter again, the King and Queen were truly happy for their daughter. She was radiant and happy. Percival was radiant and happy. It was a delightful marriage, and the ceremony was memorable for all. All that is, except Martha's brother. He was resentful of me. He disliked that he might never again see his sister. He loved her very much. He boycotted the wedding ceremony and pouted in a locked upstairs room.
The family, less Martha's brother, blessed me and my new bride as we departed across the sea to Britain.
With my new bride, we set up residence in the Grail Castle. I had no idea how to administer to the subjects of this new realm. Accustomed to rule, Martha knew just what to do. Martha helped me set up administration over an agricultural area that had not been governed for a long time. The peasants and other people of the area were enthusiastic about this change in governance, mainly because of the greater security and protection it would afford them. A knight-in-residence brought security in a time when much danger lurked about the land. They now had security and Martha quickly got everything organized. The people were content.
The castle was also organized and efficiently run. Martha showed the same qualities as her mother, being dependable, efficient and practical. Everyone, including myself, quickly grew to adore her. Along with her many other skills, Martha was an artist, weaving tapestries which were famous for their intricate designs of great beauty. In later years, when Christianity overshadowed our native druid traditions, Merlin and Martha got amusement and satisfaction from the many secret druid symbols which Martha cleverly concealed in her woven tapestry designs.
Family life with Martha was delightful. We grew to love each other very deeply. We had three children, two daughters and a son. Great happiness surrounded us.
Percival, the wandering knight, was now content with his new life. But there was a lot of spare time, now that my wandering days were over. I took to fishing off the castle wall which jutted out into the ocean. I got great pleasure from tossing several fishing lines into the sea, and then leisurely resting on the wall as I watched the beauty of the water, sky, and clouds. Much daydreaming took place. I looked forward to when my son would be big enough to join me in my fishing pursuits.
We had many visitors. Many knights came to visit their "stranded" brother-in-arms. With Martha the ever-gracious hostess, and with the harmony and contentment of our domain felt by all, these visitors enjoyed themselves. We became a favorite destination for many knights. Their visits were a source of joy to us also, as we enjoyed their companionship. The visits also kept us informed about what occurred in the outside world.
As the knights approached our castle on horseback, they could see the castle a long way off in the distance. Many times, as they drew closer to the castle, they would spot me fishing off of the castle wall. Always ready to jest with another knight, one of the knights once referred to me somewhat jokingly and good-naturedly as "the Fisher King". The name stuck. This is how the legend of the Fisher King was born. And the Arthurian legends grew.
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