The latest contribution to the ‘endless debates’ about Arthurian origins
by Dr Andrew Breeze are certainly worth consideration – at their own level.
Although my own wanderings into Arthurian tradition over the years have
not been limited to geographical or historical speculations. Where is Camelot?
Everywhere and nowhere is the best I can contribute to any debate on that
question. Which is not quite so evasive as it may sound.
Anyhow, I append a few lines I wrote a couple of years back for the Inner Light Journal that may
stimulate some thought and suggestions for further inner knight errantry on the
part of fellow companions of the way.
Camelot Revisited
One of my earlier works has recently
reappeared in a new edition, namely The Secret Tradition in Arthurian Legend
(Skylight Press). There is an involved and fascinating history to this book
and to its origins. It was first published in 1983 following a quite remarkable
workshop I conducted at Hawkwood college in 1981. As Caitlín Matthews, who was there at the
time, reported – “It was truly an awesome and splendid thing that we did.
The power which we invoked was both visible and perceptible to every sense: the
candles on the altar shimmering with a radiance greater than their own. None of
us wanted to leave: we were gripped, not by fear, but by longing to remain. One
by one the company dispersed to bear into the world the substance of what we
had experienced, and to continue the work of the Round Table within our own
sphere of life.” The whole event is
reported in somewhat more detail in my esoteric autobiography I Called It
Magic.
This series
of workshops was part of an initiative based on the principle of the
Externalisation of the Hierarchy to take into the public domain certain
techniques that I had learned in the Society of the Inner Light, and from
working with the occultist W.G.Gray in the late 1960’s, (whose biography, by
the way, The Old Sod, by Marcus Claridge and Alan Richardson is a
remarkable insight into the ways (and peccadilloes) of an earlier occult
generation).
However, the theme of this particular
Arthurian weekend, and much of the power behind it, was largely based on a
Society of the Inner Light script called The Arthurian Formula. This had
originated as a series of trance communications received by Dion Fortune between
April 1941 and February 1942, assisted by her old Golden Dawn mentor, Maiya
Tranchell-Hayes, and later supplemented by her remarkably gifted successor
Margaret Lumley Brown. The script had formed the basis of the inner work of the
Society for the following twenty years in a project known as the Redemption of
the Archetypes. Although all was highly secret in those days, in 2006 I was
able to edit a published edition of The Arthurian Formula, with an
amount of supplementary material on Atlantean and Faery traditions.
But when it comes to the matter of
revisiting Camelot, a lot depends on what route one is taking to get there. We
need to bear this in mind to avoid being confused by what may appear to be
direct contradictions in interpretation. Atlantean? Faery? Celtic? Malory?
Mabinogion? Chretien de Troyes? Lancelot/Grail?
The Arthurian Formula, and by extension, The Secret
Tradition in Arthurian Legend is largely based on Le Morte d’Arthur
of Sir Thomas Malory, a classic of early English literature published by in
1485, and upon which Atlantean theories were grafted by Dion Fortune and
Margaret Lumley Brown and their inner contacts.
Atlantean speculations had their
heyday in the 1920’s, the ground having been laid in 1892 by a retired American
politician Ignatius Donnelly with Atlantis: The Antediluvian World
as part of a serious scientific proposition. That is to say whether such a
catastrophe as a lost continent was geologically likely or possible, along with
comparisons of flora and fauna and human culture on both sides of the Atlantic . Theories were taken seriously enough for the
British Prime Minister, Mr Gladstone (unsuccessfully) to seek government funds
to send a ship to test some of them out, and for the explorer Colonel Fawcett
(also tragically unsuccessfully) to seek remains of a civilisation antedating
ancient Egypt in the Amazon jungle. The respected occult researcher Lewis
Spence published a series of works on
the subject during the 1920’s and Dion Fortune was familiar with all of these,
so that the outlines of the tradition were replicated in The Esoteric Orders
and their Work (1927). The more esoteric strands stemmed from Madame
Blavatsky’s Isis Unveiled (1877) and The Secret Doctrine (1888),
the clairvoyant researches by W. Scott-Elliot in The Story of Atlantis
(1893), and Rudolf Steiner’s Atlantis
and Lemuria (1911).
Most of the scientific theories seem
to have been sunk by more recent
oceanographic studies and the theory of tectonic plates, but the tradition of a
lost continent lives on as a scenario that appeals to the popular imagination,
and in a way has resurfaced with J.R.R.Tolkien’s evocation of Numenor in The
Silmarillion. Not published until 1977 but which may have been written as
far back as the early 1920’s, not that Tolkien seemed to rely on anything
beyond his own mythopoeic imagination – and nothing wrong with that! And it is
quite possible to build a workable Mystery tradition upon them.
Dion Fortune’s long term interest in
the matter of sexual polarity as exemplified in her novels and in her early
psychological work is also plainly shown in The Arthurian Formula in an
analysis of the domestic problems experienced by Arthur, Guenevere and
Lancelot, and in which the king’s half sisters Morgan and Morgawse play a
questionable role.
Wendy Berg, however, has set a number
of other hares running with remarkable pair of books, one theoretical the other
practical, Red Tree, White Tree
and Gwenevere and the Round Table, with the suggestion (buttressed by at
least a couple of respectable academic works) that the main problem at the
court was not that King Arthur fancied faery women to humans, but that the
queen herself was a faery. And following up on this suggestion, my own
researches into the first Arthurian romancer, Chrétien de Troyes, have
convinced me that faery elements played a major role in Arthurian legend, and
that far from the emphasis being on chivalrous knights rescuing human damsels
in distress, the damsels were more likely to be feisty faery women initiating a
mortal knight into inner world planes and adventures. Such is my theme in The
Faery Gates of Avalon.
The routes to Camelot taken by Wendy
Berg and myself were, respectively the early 13th century
Lancelot/Grail cycle, and the late 12th century romances of Chrétien
de Troyes. Not that Sir Thomas Malory was ignorant of this material, for his Le
Morte d’Arthur was a free translation of much of it. But he was a down to
earth English knight with an outlook influenced by the culture of his day, that
celebrated 14th century codes of chivalry as exemplified by Henry V,
the hero of the battle of Agincourt in 1415.
Quite a natural tendency one has to
say, for each generation is likely to see ancient material in its own light,
and he certainly tells a good story, if a somewhat prolix one at times. Fast
forwarding for some four hundred years we find the 19th century Idylls
of the King by Lord Alfred Tennyson tends to feature the Camelot ladies as
languorous Pre-Raphaelite maidens and the knights as decent Victorian chaps
whose characters could well have been formed on the playing fields of
Eton.
Nonetheless, before one gets too
patronising it should be said that the most powerful working of that 1981
Hawkwood weekend was based upon a reading straight out of Tennyson!
Our cultural attitudes today might
well be characterised by a neo-Celtic influence. When The Secret Tradition
in Arthurian Legend first appeared, it did attract some criticism for being
largely based on Malory rather than more direct Celtic material such as The
Mabinogion. But although the Mabinogion was translated by Lady Charlotte
Guest as far back as 1838-49 there was not a lot of esoteric commentary on it
at the time of the publication of The Secret Tradition in Arthurian Legend.
However this was soon put to rights
by the end of the decade with major works by Caitlín Matthews Mabon and the
Mysteries of Britain (1987) and Arthur and the Sovereignty of Britain
(1989); John Matthews on Gawain – Knight of the Goddess (1990); The
Grail Seeker’s Companion (1986) by John Matthews and Marian Green; and
R.J.Stewart’s The Mystic Life of Merlin and The Prophetic Vision of
Merlin (1986) drawing upon Geoffrey of Monmouth’s twelfth century History
of the Kings of Britain and Vita
Merlini. All these writers were present at that Arthurian weekend – not
that I lay claim to inspiring them, but simply that we were all part of a
current that began to flow strongly in the 1980’s. And if there is one thing I
have learned about practical occultism it is that, like small boat sailing, it
is all a question of learning how to go with the winds and the tides – inner or
outer. How to pick them up, use them to best advantage, and not be wrecked by
sailing too close to the wind!
Looked at in this way, revisiting
Camelot is like a voyage to a mystical island
through a network of various shoals and channels, deeps and shallows,
that each are navigable with a bit of luck and skill, as long as you don’t stop
en route to argue the toss as to which way might be the one and only true. For
the best compass is your own character, motivation and intuition.
On that memorable occasion in 1981
when, upon impulse from I know not where, I took up a hunting horn and blew
three long blasts at the end of an evocative reading, I had no sooner done so
than it seemed as if great doors opened in the West bringing a waft of sea air,
and even spray. A mighty figure of the King came through the doors, crowned,
with short golden beard, robed, and with the great hilt of the sword Excalibur
very prominent, impressive with its jewelled work, in its mighty runed
scabbard. With the king came Queen Guinevere, Lancelot, Gawain, Tristram and
all the knights and ladies. Larger than life they took up their positions about
the Table Round. In the centre rose a column of incense smoke with astral
rainbow colours manifesting as the powers of the Grail, the Cauldron, Merlin
and Nimuë. The rest can be read up in Chapter 15 of I Called It Magic.
All images that could well come out
of illustrations by Arthur Ransome rather than what any historical 5th
century Arthurian dux bellorum might have been like. But like Atlantis, these
images well up from the universal mind, rather than any physical historical
scenario. For there are many interconnecting spheres that we inhabit, beyond
the physical one we are currently anchored to in our outer lives.
And such images from them, once
experienced, are never forgotten. But you need to have been there when the
gates were opened, to experience the power. Although those gates have by no
means since been shut. As was announced at the time from an inner plane source “A
light has been rekindled tonight that has for too long been extinguished.” It still shines if you go and look for
it.
Likewise: “The sword is unsheathed
and should be kept on the altar in that way.” It too is still there,
if you know how to find your way to the
mystic chapel. By the crystal boat of the magical imagination.
1 comment:
Dear Mr. Knight,
I am intrigued by that phrase, Redemption of the Archetypes, quite striking! And am puzzled by its exact meaning. If I read it right it would seem to me to be better titled perhaps "Resurrection of the Archetypes", as in their rediscovery and reanimation, revitalization, after having slumbered for so long in the dusty tomes of academic scholars and antiquarians, previously relegated to folkloric study, and of interest there, but irrelevant to modern people now. And so resurrected by its study and vivid imagining in a magical way, active imagination, to contact the deeper forces below the layers of more ethnic and historic association. That's my rather pedantic way of describing my take on the phrase. If you would be so kind can you if briefly explain your understanding of what it refers to? Thanks as always for all you do and have done. Excelsior!
Best, Frank Donnola
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