The hair of the dog....

Edinburgh's Greyfriars Kirk and it's consecrated yard, are fairly infamous, globally.  It's where Bobby the Dog allegedly waited some fourteen years at the graveside of his master for, one assumes, the resurrection. It was banker's grandchild, Angela Burdett Coutts, who opened her drawers and arranged  the tributary statue and fountain for the loyal Skye terrier to be erected, a year or so after the animal's death, close by, on (King) George 4th Bridge. Enthusiastic and energy gushing tourists still flock there, in abundance, some touching the brass nose of the effigy, for luck (here) . Rich people, royalty and celebrities today still frequent Coutts for their banking facilities. Coutts founder, like those of the Banks of England and France (Paterson and Law), was Scottish (Campbell).

Greyfriars Bobby statue with Donald Trump mask attached. On the Autumn equinox 2009, similar masks were placed on prominent statues in other Scottish locations - a sandwich full of nonsense

More recently, it was rumoured that Potter's Rowling had taken Lord Voldermort's birth name from a gravestone located at Greyfriars. Hence the slightly scruffy throngs, pottering through the place to leave energy infused hand written notes. Rowling has moved on from Potter, her new offering is based on "severed limbs and paedophilia". (666) .

Further back in time the Kirk in question holds a premier league position in Scottish history. For it was at Greyfriars that the National Covenant was signed, a document which, let's say for simplicity, distanced itself from the Catholic religion, espousing instead that of the Presbyterian persuasion. From wiki, History of the Jews in Scotland :

Reverence for the tenets of Judaism was a hallmark of 17th century fundamentalist Protestant thinking when the National Covenant of 1638 seemed to set the seal on the belief that by returning to the "true religion" at the Scottish Reformation the Scots had become a chosen people.

Scotland, whom our Lord took off the dunghill and out of hell and made a fair bride to Himself... He will embrace both us, the little young sister, and the elder sister, the Church of the Jews. (Rev. Samuel Rutherford)^[4]

The late-18th century author Henry Mackenzie speculated that the high incidence of biblical place names around the village of Morningside near Edinburgh might indicate that Jews had settled in the area during the Middle Ages. This belief has, however, been shown to be false, the names originating instead from the presence of a local farm named "Egypt" mentioned in historical documents from the 16th century and believed to indicate a Gypsy presence.

Yeah, the unaccountable Gypsies.

It was Morningside that the Pope lunched with now-disgraced Cardinal Keith O'Brien after his Holyrood rendezvous with Her Majesty on the two-third Pythagorean resonating 16/9/10. I went on a bit about it at the time, seeing it as fairly symbolic.

Someone else who has the event, albeit on a different string from myself, in their sights, is themanthebheastscanttame. The author realises "history is repeating itself", whilst blaming it squarely on "the Catholics" :

"In this blog I will mainly want for you to cast your mind back to the obscene waste of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland’s public money wasted on the disgraced ex Pope Benedict XVI’s visit to the United Kingdom from 16 to 19 September in the year of our Lord 2010.

In doing so we will find out the Roman Catholic Church’s plan to usurp our Nation once again with the use of their puppets and the useful idiots in their pay or blind obedience goes a long, long, long way back in History."

Actually, what the author has discovered in his PROJECT MARGARITA post is ritual, and kudos for that element. Magickal ritual. (Whilst, if he happens to read this, he has to look into the Glasgow Rangers "MARGARITA" aspect.)

Eccentric, Comyns Beaumont, believed that Scotland was the holy land depicted in the Bible. He wrote about the premise of such. He utilised Greyfriars Kirkyard for one of his scant illustrations. The Castle, which nowadays contains the alleged Stone of Destiny (Jacob's pillow stone), is built on the "capstone/plug" of volcanic Arthur's Seat where Royal Holyrood sits.

One wonders what the Covenantors would make of current events within Greyfriars Kirk. According to the Daily Record it's taking the lead, according to the Evening News it's a "pet blessing ceremony". What is happening is that animals, mostly dogs, are being taken into the Kirk to be blessed; the minister also happy about most other species, the exception being snakes. It's pioneer, cutting edge, ground breaking.

Last week I ritually popped out to the shops. On returning I noticed in the distance two ladies, delivering leaflets. It was clear they were not your average distributors, maybe mid thirties to fourties, very well attired, and they positively skipped, almost floated, to and from the generally uniform and mundane concrete slab paths, en route the letterboxes. I swear there was a hint of perfumery lingering as I returned home, certainly "our" still puppy-loved five year old dog appeared most mellow, surely wallowing in the fragrance residue, all four paws held high. 

The delivered flyer is imaged above, albeit the one I received also helpfully noted the cafe was open during school term time. It's from the New Life Christian Fellowship. They are offering much "new-age" stuff. A look at their website shows a future one-and-a-bit-days-long workshop - Developing Your Prophetic Gift - unfortunately this time not free at £28.00. Attending will allow you to somehow open yourself to help you hear God, this in turn will help you help God to help build the church. All in the name of Jesus.

As a schoolboy I regularly attended Greyfriars Kirk. I still remember the horse-haired pew seats scratching my bare legs. We had to wear shorts till aged 11, even in the depths of winter. I remember Sunday School, then back to my Grandad's where I would be told to stay quiet, indeed to freeze. For it would be one of the church-elders at the door, invariably looking for ready money or, better still, a tax efficient annual "covenant"; after all, even in the mid-seventies, it was apparent congregations were shrinking

The manthebheastscantame has it half right. He just goes for the wrong enemy. It's not the Catholics who are to blame, his philosophy is maintained by the strategy of divide and conquer.

When Liam Gallacher, of the band Oasis, came to Edinburgh, he chose the Jinglin' Geordie bar as his watering hole. The pub is named after George Heriot, goldsmith to James 6th & 1st. George was a philanthropist like Rowling and Coutts; he opened a school, directly beside Greyfriars, in his name, for the "poor faitherless bairns". Nowadays it is fee paying although takes in some fatherless "foundationers". Liam, at the time, declared Edinburgh as "Fucking Biblical".

One does not have to pay £28, to see what's round the corner.

cheers