Thursday, September 2, 2010

"History is the lie commonly agreed upon."

Alas, I have returned! My summer hiatus complete, I am now the proud holder of a degree. Granted, it took approximately 5½ Presidential administrations, but like Francoeur getting sprung, it's better late than never. I don't think he's going to get much playing time in Texas, however. He should keep in mind Pierre Charles L'Enfant, the last Frenchy to be buried in Arlington.

So much has transpired this summer that I'm not even sure where to start. The Amazin's, who were two games out at the break, are now broken beyond all understanding and watchability (Wally Backman, please pick up the white courtesy phone). Vince Clarke is collaborating with Martin Gore, who's also returning Alan Wilder's stunning Royal Albert Hall gesture. Autumn is just around the corner, which means some extended time on the Appalachian Trail is in order. With Georgia now a notch on my belt, I'm eager to finally adventure north through The Smokies.

In the latest installment of Life Is Stranger Than Fiction™, Jason Statham of "Transporter" fame evidently took a page out of Jenna Elfman's book and appeared in Erasure's "Run To The Sun" video. Who knew?


I came across this and found it an interesting aside to the ongoing Manhattan mosque debate. Then it really got me thinking: In the popular movie "National Treasure", Ben Gates' grandfather confides to him, "The secret lies with Charlotte." Was it, in fact, the ship encased in the tundra? Was it a reference to the North Carolina city, or perhaps even the queen for which it's named? I'll come back to this in a bit.

I've been fixated on the Crusades of late, and the Knights Templar in particular. The History Channel has been showing some incredible pieces on them, from "The Templar Code" to "Holy Grail in America". This alternate take on our past intrigues me to no end. In the latter program, the Newport Tower and Kensington Runestone are covered in great detail.

The tower, which incidentally was owned by Benedict Arnold's great-grandfather, contains compass points. One of these aims directly at:

B. Royal Albert Hall
C. Kensington
D. All of the above

If you guessed anything other than "C", boo!

With my rapacious interest in esoterica now fully engaged, I decided to dig a little deeper. Where else did the tower point, and to take it even further, what points lay beyond those points? For instance, repeaters are often used in telecommunications to propagate a signal. Why couldn't the Kensington Runestone have had a similar purpose? Not for communications, per se, but as a waypoint.

Using Google Maps, I plotted the two points, then connected them with a line extending well beyond each. I was working feverishly. Jerusalem bells were ringing, Roman cavalry choirs singing. Might I find the Grail's location? The Ark of The Covenant hidden in plain sight? John Maine?












The eastern line extends towards north Africa, while the one from Kensington cuts through the Pacific northwest. The most intriguing aspect of the this westerly course is what lies just beyond the British Columbian coast. See that tiny landmass touching the red line? Wait for it... wait for it...

It's the "Land of The Watchmen", a.k.a. The Queen Charlotte Islands. Much like the noted Oak Island mystery, could this remote locale be home to some long-lost treasure?

For the sake of context, the Prince Rupert town referenced in the article was named for this 17th century soldier and scientist, among many other things. His great-grandmother hailed from Mecklenburg-Schwerin, just as Queen Charlotte. The Hecate Strait separating the islands from Prince Rupert? Named for The Goddess of The Crossroads, the "Queen of The Night", to whom the power to control the seas and storms was granted.

As for Rupert, he was also a sailor, you see, and quite an accomplished one at that. A bonafide Admiral, even. In short, Prince Rupert was your quintessential Renaissance Man, and his ports of call seem to be in the vicinity of the eastward line emanating from the Newport Tower.

I'd better end there. What does all of this mean? I have no earthly idea, but should I turn up dead (or even worse, at Citi Field), at least you'll know why. 

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