Yesterday, I composed an article about Heidegger and Lucifer—the latter being connected to the Holy Grail, said to be an emerald that fell from his forehead. I then went off on a little train trip: on my return, I jumped down to the platform and saw a girl with a hoodie that had a Mendes goat on the back; then, when I walked out of the station, I found that a new advertisement had been put up on the billboard outside with a giant goat on it—his big eyes stared down at me. The goat is a Luciferian symbol.
When I returned home I googled “Guénon” and “goat”, after the precise symbolism—the search returned an article on the Holy Grail, so I had come full circle. As it happened, Eid al-Fitr also began yesterday—timezone dependent, yet heralded on Twitter—and Eid al-Fitr is marked when the crescent moon is in sight; the crescent moon is said to represent the Grail cup. The signs are clear: I must begin a quest for the Holy Grail.
I stepped onto the razor’s edge long ago; the hermaphrodite’s path is very narrow and sharp—once you step onto the path you cannot step off or you will be destroyed. Indeed, these articles are Grail fragments: you see, if you play with the words grasale becomes gradale—“book”; and every post in the I Ching sequence has “666” words, Lucifer’s number—yet this sequence is only ¼ of the Grail-book; we are not here to worship Lucifer—his numbers are a narrow bridge.
People ask why these articles do not have more readers; the reason is very simple, the Luciferian number is practically invisible—you cannot see such light, Lucifer is the playful little spirit that dances through consciousness. He is a charmer, but the masses will never see him. Besides, do you really want mass appeal? To have mass appeal you have to deviate from reality and lie—only things that lack integrity, like whores, have mass appeal. “Books and bullets have their own destinies,” Jünger said; if it is your destiny, this post will find you—the bullet will hit the mark. No, this blog has too much integrity to be popular—not complete integrity, otherwise it would be completely invisible; only the dog has complete integrity.
“Oh, so the Grail is just a book then? I’m disappointed—I wanted a cup at the very least. If not a cup, I want a nice moral like in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where it turns out that the Grail cup is a humble wooden cup among all these golden chalices…” Well, perhaps the Grail is a book—per the pun—and perhaps it is a bit more than that. The Grail quest is to restore the primordial Tradition—to restore the earthly paradise that reflects the celestial paradise; perhaps it has a geometric component too. “Restore the earthly paradise? Cor blimey, mate—don’t half ask for much, do you?”. Well, this is the quest for the Holy Grail; nobody said it was going to easy—although it will be great fun.
An elementary mistake made by Indiana Jones was that he killed people. “But he killed Nazis and they were killing lots of people!”. Hollywood might have a trite moral about wooden cups and Indy as the killa Grail knight—yet if you seek the Grail you must swear not to kill; hence the Tintin illustration above, per the Tibetan lamas in Tintin in Tibet Tintin is “a great heart” who, once developed, never kills—the heart, the sacred heart, is another symbol for the Grail; it goes right back to ancient Egypt, the vase that stands for the heart filled with blood. As for Hergé, who created Tintin, he collaborated with the German occupation—so quite the opposite to what Hollywood would have you believe. In his dreams of whiteness, white Tibet, Hergé appreciated the link between Europe and Tibet only too well.