This is the original icon for male. It’s a rudimentary phallus.
This is know as the blade. It represents aggression and manhood. It’s a symbol still used today in modern military uniforms.
Nobody hates history. They hate their own histories.
What will you do? The legend will be revealed when the heir reveals himself.
Okay, maybe there is no proof. Maybe the Grail is lost forever. But, Sophie, the only thing that matters is what you believe. History shows us Jesus was an extraordinary man. A human inspiration. That’s it. That’s all the evidence has ever proved. But… When I was a boy… When I was down in that well Teabing told you about… I thought I was going to die, Sophie. And what I did… , I prayed. I prayed… to Jesus… to keep me alive so I could see my parents again, so I could go to school again, so I could play with my dog. Sometimes I wonder if I wasn’t alone down there. Why does it have to be human or divine? Maybe human is divine. Why couldn’t Jesus have been a father and still be capable of all those miracles?
Well, who knows? His blood is your blood. Maybe that junkie in the park will never touch a drug again. Maybe you healed my phobia with my hands.
Well, who knows? His blood is your blood. Maybe that junkie in the park will never touch a drug again. Maybe you healed my phobia with my hands.
“The Holy Grail ‘neath ancient Roslin waits / The blade and chalice guarding o’er Her gates / Adorned by masters’ loving art, She lies / She rests at last beneath the starry skies.”
There was every orb conceivable on that tomb except one. The orb which fell from the heavens and inspired Newton’s life’s work. Work that incurred the wrath of the Church… until his dying day. A-P-P-L-E. Apple.
“In London lies a knight a Pope interred / His labor’s fruit a Holy wrath incurred / You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb / It speaks of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.”
I hope not. Any Priory story ends in bloodshed. They were butchered by the Church. It all started over a thousand years ago when a French king conquered the holy city of Jerusalem. This crusade, one of the most massive and sweeping in history, was actually orchestrated by a secret brotherhood, the Priory of Sion and their military arm, the Knights Templar.
That was a cover to hide their true goal, according to this myth. Supposedly the invasion was to find an artifact lost since the time of Christ. An artifact, it was said, the Church would kill to possess.
Put it this way: One day the Templars simply stopped searching. They quit the Holy Land and traveled directly to Rome. Whether they blackmailed the papacy or the Church bought their silence, no one knows. But it is a fact the papacy declared these Priory knights, these Knights Templar, of limitless power. By the 1300s, the Templars had grown too powerful. Too threatening. So the Vatican issued secret orders to be opened simultaneously all across Europe. The Pope had declared the Knights Templar Satan worshipers and said God had charged him with cleansing the earth of these heretics. The plan went off like clockwork. The Templars were all but exterminated. The date was October 13th, 1307. A Friday.
The Pope sent troops to claim the Priory’s treasure, but they found nothing. The few surviving Knights of the Priory had vanished, and the search for their sacred artifact began again.
Yes, you have. Almost everyone on earth has. You just know it as the Holy Grail.
“She rests at last beneath starry skies.”
Sophie… you are the secret.
Have you ever heard those words before, Sophie, “so dark the con of man”?
When you were a child, were you aware of any secret gatherings? Anything ritualistic in nature? Meetings your grandfather would have wanted kept secret? Was there ever any talk of something called the Priory of Sion?
The Priory of Sion is a myth. One of the world’s oldest and most secret societies with leaders like, uh, Sir Isaac Newton, da Vinci himself. The fleur-de-lis is their crest. They’re guardians of a secret they supposedly refer to as “the dark con of man.”
The Priory of Sion protects the source of God’s power on Earth.
The Fibonacci numbers only make sense when they’re in order. These are scrambled. If he was trying to reach out, maybe he was doing it in code. Would you hold this, please?
Jacques Sauniere was her grandfather. You’re the obsessive Priory scholar, Leigh. You still keep lists of who might be in the Priory? I’ll bet Jacques Sauniere was on one of those lists. He was on your list of who could be Grand Master, wasn’t he?
I’ll bet he was right at the top. Consider: four men murdered? The same number as the guardians. What if the Priory was compromised? The other senechaux dead? What if you yourself were dying, a Grand Master? You’d have to pass on the secret to someone you could trust. Someone outside the society. Maybe someone… whose training you had begun but never finished.
What happened between you and your grandfather, exactly? I’ve jammed my shoulder, I’ve been shot at. I’m bleeding. I need to know.
Understanding our past determines actively our ability to understand the present. So, how do we sift truth from belief? How do we write our own histories, personally or culturally, and thereby define ourselves? How do we penetrate years, centuries, of historical distortion to find original truth? Tonight, this will be our quest.
t the chateau, you said, “It hides beneath the Rose.”
That’s why we study history… so we’ll stop killing each other.
