From Transylvania to Tunbridge Wells

The Fair Folk
Members of the Scythian Royal House were said to be of great beauty and wondrous to behold. We remember that they practiced selective breeding and that only the fairest and most pure could be selected as queens and kings.

Tall in stature and with the palest of complexions and the reddest of red gold hair, framing faces in which were set eyes of emerald green, these beings were magnificent to look upon admittedly, but beauty isn’t just skin deep, only to the fool.

Beauty is a condition of the psyche and where those who have suffered a life of stress and tension, of bitterness and regret are concerned, we should not be surprised that they age quicker or look uglier, more mean of spirit that those whose lives have been led in truth and grace.

Added to their stunning symmetry, the Elves were naturally transcendent of spirit and their queens and kings were insulated from the common round of nuisances and petty concerns by minds which were bred for deeper matters.

Add then an inner state of being whose grace and equilibrium is reminiscent of the grace of the gliding swan, to a physical form of beauty attained by centuries of selective breeding, and you obtain a being whose elegance and poise is nothing less than otherworldly.

Indeed the swan in fairy culture, though representing an anatomical and physiological condition within the fairy brain, also represents that very serenity of being that that neuro-physiology effects within the fairy mind and is consequently seen manifestly in the visage and deportment of that race’s queens and princesses and kings and princes, the swan maidens and swan knights of legend.

From Transylvania to Tunbridge Wells
In folklore such intimations of beauty come down to us in stories of elf maidens who, in reflecting such poise and charm as could only be manifest in enlightened beings, are portrayed as swans on the evening waters of moonbathed lakes who enthrall the onlooker and captivate his soul forever.

A perfect example of such eulogized beauty is the story of the Leanaan Sidhe, an Irish female fairy who has developed in literature as being partly muse and partly vampire. She represents the state of grace and perfection of the Elven Princess.

Memory however prompts those who tell of her to relate that her embrace is death. In Transylvania she is Stregoica, In Greece she is the Lamia; in Persia, Arabia and Israel she is Lilith and An, and just outside Tunbridge Wells she is ’La Belle Dame Sans Merci’, immortalized in Keats’ poem of the same name.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Oh what can ail thee, Knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the Lake
And no birds sing!

Oh what can ail thee, Knight at arms,
So haggard and so woe begone?
The Squirrel’s granary is full
and the harvest’s done.

I see a Lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading Rose
Fast withereth too -

I met a Lady in the Meads,
Full beautiful, a faery’s child
Her hair was long, her foot as light
And her eyes were wild -

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant Zone
She look’d at me as she did love
And made sweet moan -

I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else sa all day long
For sidelong would she bend and sing
A faery’s song -

She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild and manna dew
And sure in language strange she said
I love thee true -

She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept and sigh’d full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed, Ah Woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale Kings and Princes too
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
They cried, La belle dame sans merci
Thee hath in thrall.

I saw their starv’d lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaping wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering;
Though the sedge is withered from the Lake
And no birds sing -

John Keats                                                       

In England, during the 1300’s this vampire maiden was to be found in the Home Counties and her name, the ’Maid of Kent’ pins her down as being, according to John Ferguson, the Countess of Salisbury who, at a summer ball in Calais was said to have let slip her Garter, which King Edward III retrieved with haste and, lifting the accoutrement into the air, pronounced "Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense".

As to her wandering around near Tunbridge Wells when the unfortunate knight-in-armour (from her point of view an early attempt at perfecting the art of tinning fresh meat) met her, she like him was returning from the Calais festivities when he must have caught up with her on the leafy track that has now become the famous A21. We will catch up with them in a minute.

Scholars once dismissed Professor Margaret Murray for several things, one being that the Garter incident elicited an over-reaction from Edward if the Garter was of no ritual significance. But however scholars may dismiss the incident, the question will not go away.

In a period not noted for its moral rectitude why would the King bother threatening anyone in connection with their possible attitude towards an item of women’s underwear? Murray has already pointed out exactly how significant the Garter actually is and has given numerous instances to support a concept that goes beyond mere theory. There was no point in making a song and dance about the Countess’ Garter unless the item had a dangerous connotation attached to it; which indeed it had.

The Garter or Gartier, was a small, buckled belt worn by women around the top of the left thigh or just below the left knee on men. Apart from being a menstrual badge and a semantic symbol of the womb and the Grail, it was also a representation of the serpent eating its own tail. The Garter therefore was the alchemical symbol of the Orobourus, the serpent who, in consuming itself, has become a Dragon, a vampire. Here we will remember the opening prose at the beginning of this collection of essays.

The Garter was the ’witches belt’, the Devil’s badge and a dynastic emblem of the fairy race that descended from Lilith and Cain, who were the enemies of the Church and Mankind, according to the church, if not according to the fairies themselves.

The subsequent founding of the Order of the Garter by Edward III, to be followed in 1397 by the re-emergence of a Dragon Court in another related Angevin line under King Sigismund of Luxembourg, made both orders Garter and Dragon institutions using the orobourus as their emblems.

The Garter as the alchemical orobourus is still an emblematic component of the old Angevin Imperial and Royal Dragon Court today, under the Grand Mastership of its Vere head, a senior heir of the senior Houses of Anjou and Lorraine who is himself a gartered knight of the Orcadian Clan Donnachaid, which demonstrates the ubiquity of the Garter symbol amongst the ancient families. The Garter denoted rank in later witchcraft which, as we have seen, originated as Druidism.

The Orobourus, the reptilian symbol of completeness is the Sumaire, the serpent that encircles and spirals to create an inhaling vortex, a black hole that draws all energy and life into it.

Sumaire is pronounced shimmarie as we have seen, and in being reminiscent of the word shimmer it suggests a relationship with that word which means to glow radiantly as with a light that had the power to fascinate perhaps.

It is a pertinent meditation when one remembers that from the dawn of time the Elven Gods were called the Shining Ones. Here there is also a relationship with the words Shaman and Shamanism, a practice rooted in Northern Asia, the homeland of the speakers of ’Ar Sidhe Cantu’, being the Sundered Elven Tribe who went east.

Like the legend of the fascinating allure of Fairy Gold, the Leanaan Sidhe and the Countess of Salisbury appeared so beautiful as to disarm their prey with an enthralling inward glamour of glowing radiance. Having disarmed their victims thus they drew either the blood or the life force or both from them, leaving them to wander forever, as Keats suggests, like living corpses in vain pursuit of a love and beauty so splendid, so transcendent and so complete.

Fairy fascination is a universal theme which in this respect suggests an innate ability to hypnotize people, though this isn’t the whole story. In the tales concerning people’s encounters with Elphame, there is a quality of transcendence about their narratives which will be dealt with later.

Love on a Four Lane Blacktop
The element of translucence and light that is attributed to fairies can also be found in the stories relating to the shamans and kings of Eldorado in South America where these individuals are also referred to as the ’Shining Ones’ which is a common epithet, as we know, for the Elves of Eurasia.

Jesus is said to have manifested this capability in the presence of the patriarchs and such an ability is closely connected with the Qabalah in its numerous manifestations and variations.

Both Jesus’ mother Mary and his wife Mary Magdalene were called the ’crystal wombs from whence shined forth the light of god’, a description which suggests strongly the Tantric and Qabalistic concept of Starfire.

We return to the eulogized dual carriageway on the outskirts of Tunbridge Wells - the A21 - and our tired but patiently waiting traveller, the ’Maid of Kent’, the Countess of Salisbury and the packed lunch she nestles so lovingly to her pale and perfect breasts. In her role as the vampire, we also find her, like the Leanaan Sidhe, described as a fairy lover and, as the Garter Queen, a witch into the bargain.

The Garter intimates that she is of the Dragon Clan and hence we have the Fairy, the Witch, the Vampire and the Dragon in one unitary identity manifest in a vision of fatal and deadly beauty who, in this instance is shagged out and nursing a serious hangover, after a week long knees up in Calais and a murderous crossing back to England on the overnight ferry.

We will leave this Shamanka to ’Steal The Edge’ and leg it, consigning her portion of Corned Beef to wander the Earth looking for her and the return of his mortal soul. "You should have read the instruction manual first sonny, contrary to the guff in the Gothic Novels and Moving Pictures, true love is how vampires are really made. Next time round - breathe in The Breath of Ravens and run for it, dummy". We will move on.

Such characters as the English Countess of Salisbury and the Irish Leanaan Sidhe in historical accounts are sometimes remorseful and cursing of the nature that condemns them to utter loneliness, sometimes they are unrepentant, predatory and without remorse.

It depends upon the motivation of the chronicler as to who does and feels what. It has been pointed out that the Knight in the poem, which Keats obtained from a far earlier source, might have transcended himself but looked the way he did purely to outsiders, whilst living in an entirely different dimension himself.

Having said that, the pain is all too real and the act of ’stealing the edge’ by Dragon Princesses is actually what does awaken the Vampire in the Fairy. It is doubtful in the very rare instances where this still can sometimes happen, that these females know what they are doing, but instead they act archetypically, like their ancestors, as an unconscious but necessary catalyst in a process of spiritual development which, for anybody’s money, could lose nothing of its impact by being a bit more gentle. One might imagine that seven years of living hell and a hunger unquenched by Raw Steak, Pastrami or Carlsberg Special Brew is much too much to have to pay for enlightenment.

However, the author amongst others has always insisted upon a biochemical basis for magic and transcendant states and the psychobiological basis for such phenomena, including vampirism and the enlightenment that is its concomitant can be explained scientifically, without relying on such old favourites as Iron Decifiency Porphyria or on any of the other nonsenses that outsiders have suggested.

The Shining Ones
If you are a cheery Elf and you have managed to avoid the excesses of behavior and perception brought about by contact with your female counterparts in Elphame, you might qualify for the epithet of ’Shining One’, you most fortunate of all jammy bastards. If you have realized to any extent that you are of the Clan, you will know that from the very beginning the fairies were called the ’Shining Ones’.

This stems from the Sumerian era when ’The Controllers of the Fate of Men’ were known as both the Anunnaki and the Anunnagi, the former meaning "those who are manifest when Heaven meets Earth" and the latter meaning simply ’Shining Ones’ or Star Children. The two mean the same thing and refer to the nocturnal habits of our ancestors as much as anything else. These habits are directly related to the production and maintenance of certain hormones, which then relate to the core meaning itself.

In particular the epithet ’Shining One’ was appended to Prince Shamash, brother of Erishkigal, Queen of the otherworld. Shamash was the Uncle of Lilith and was also called the ’Prince of Justice’. The fairies from very early on were hotly in favor of law and order, a trait which manifested itself in an attention to detail in social and legal matters that has earned them, as vampires, a reputation in later centuries for being pathologically meticulous.

In Transylvania it is said that if you dropped grain in front of a vampire, it would stop to count the individual seeds, thus facilitating your speedy escape from danger. We may put this down to the pithy waggishness of peasant sarcasm, but we note the point all the same.

Shamash was therefore of the family of Sumerian Ubaid Gods who sired Cain and Kali Azura, and the race of Dragon Kings who were the keepers of the ’Tablets of Destiny’ or Fate. In their turn Cain and Lilith Luluwa were the father and mother of the fairies, the Elven Grail Queens and Kings of the Dragon race so hated by the Church.

The ability to ’shine’, a phenomenon which can still be subjectively experienced, is the result of a transcendent, balanced state of mind related to certain processes connected with cellular rejuvenation. The ability is rare enough and is an innate genetic capacity manifested in the outworking of certain ’shamanic’ exercises related to ’climbing the Tree of Life’.

Gentry is a word which specifically means ’of the blood’ and is derived from the Latin gens. In this case, as in all cases gentry strictly used to mean ’of the fairy blood’ or of the Dragon family. By misuse the word gentry has become related to a class or station, particularly in British society, and is erroneously associated, by attribution to the characters within that class, with a style of behavior and a code of conduct that bears no resemblance to historical actuality.

In its most basic sense the words gentleman or gentlewoman, in British society, refers to individuals who are associated with, gain status through and erroneous recognition from, their support of a hierarchical value system which was established illegally by the Church through the Tudor usurper Henry VIII, under the auspices of the earlier Roman doctrines of temporal supremacy expounded within the fraudulent Donation of Constantine.

However, the British establishment, either through its Courts of Protocol, College of Arms or its academic or judicial establishments, has no legal or legitimate customary right whatsoever to recognize or refute anybody or anything and their qualification, via such institutions, to determine who is or is not royal or of the blood is non-existent as they are not ’of the blood’ themselves. However, their blanket refusal to recognize any European title whatsoever has some redeeming element to it. The House of Vere doesn’t recognize anyone else either! Including the Crown, its Court of St. James and its College of Arms. Why should we. Who are they anyway?

The British and European Hierarchies have their roots originating in the class of roving tinkers and tallymen who, during the early medieval period, established fixed warehouses in towns and eventually became settled merchant traders within these population centers.

Although to watch their antics in decades past it would seem as if they would wish to give the impression that they were nobility, their blood lineage and manners are not those of true nobility or royalty.

A prime example of the concept of nobility being affected by the merchants can be seen in Renaissance Venice which, for all its splendor and seeming nobility, was no more than a fancy but rather damp giant warehouse, run by self elevated tradesmen who called themselves ’Patricians’.

Today Britain is run by these exact same sort of people. The descendants of warehousemen and Norman thugs sit in the House of Lords, another damp riverside warehouse, and call themselves Peers of the Realm.

In 1998 the transient public servant Mr. Blair wished to scrap hereditary privilege and replace the hereditary peers with new lords, doing exactly this in November 1999. Seventy-five percent of the old lords obtained their hereditary titles from ancestors who were the settled merchants who had bought their titles from impecuniary monarchs like Henry VIII or James VI, whilst the remaining twenty-five percent are descended mostly from the bully boys who accompanied the usurping bastard William of Normandy, who was only recognized by his own nobles under the duress exacted upon them by his father.

The remainder of the entourage present at the Hastings debacle comprised of Flemish and Breton Nobles some of whom had lived in England for many years. Assessing the risk of backing their friend Harold Godwinson they resigned themselves to the unpleasant but inevitable fact that he would lose and went along to ensure that the ignorant Norman buffoon didn’t give away their English lands to his marauding henchmen.

Amongst these was Eustance de Vere, Jarl of Essex and brother-in-law of Edward the Confessor. On Harold’s death, Vere was pronounced King of England by the Witan. This made Eustace’s right to the English Throne unquestionable under Saxon Atheling Law, especially when compared to that of an illegitimate invader who was so frightened of Eustace that he took hostages prior to the invasion, in order to ensure Eustace’s complicity.

The de jure Kingship of England has, therefore, descended through the Veres for over 800 years and in 1560 Edward de Vere gave the Tudors a timely and friendly, though somewhat esoteric reminder of this fact.

No one wanted William de Normande and all he did in seizing the throne of England was commit an act of theft and treason accompanied by torture, rape, murder and yet more theft and treason. And what will the ’new lords’ be if this Blair person gets his own way? More scrap dealers, bully boys and warehousemen, elevated in payment for their political sycophancy and installed as party Yes-Men. Why bother making the change, what’s the difference?

The codes of conduct and styles of behavior developed down the centuries by these misfits and usurpers have come to be thought of as the manners of the ’gentry’. Such etiquette and standards of behavior are, however, rather of the nature of a complex set of rules and protocols which have evolved from the necessity for these individuals to reinforce to themselves and each other their sense of identity. This need is born of the insecurity of the usurper and the poseur, and the party games were initiated to ensure that those who refuted such mores or refused to adopt them were ’excluded’.

In recent history one of the Mitfords was said to have assisted in the development of a list of such styles of speech, patronage and behavior which one of her nephews published in a book entitled ’Noblesse Oblige’, which this author has perused.

Within its pages were lists of the ’U’ and non ’U’ words, affectations, preferred schools, clubs and so one which, by their patronage or utilization by others, would enable the fake aristocracy to determine whether any individuals they encountered were ’our sort of people’, ie whether they were ’U’ or non ’U’, meaning ’Upper-class’ or ’Non upper-class’. What a cheek! Particularly when one knows full well that the Mitfords were related to the Guinness family.

Situations similar to the foregoing represent yet another example of how the chattering classes, the sons and daughters of arriviste tradesmen masquerading as gentry, hide behind their sham rituals and their money, hoping that, as the years drift languorously by, people will forget that they were all descended from market traders whom the Scythians, the real Nobility and Royalty, hated for being liars and cheats.

When asked, Mitford said that the book was just a joke. Surprising then that these ridiculous social rules were rife amongst her ’class’ before she wrote them down and that they were indeed used to determine whether one was fit company for their pseudo-aristocratic ’society’ or not.

Today sociologists are doing exactly the same thing by using classification numbers to determine one’s social status. One could be anything from say - an A1 category "social unit" - all the way down to a G3 and these numbers are appended to one according to one’s job and income.

For instance, hilariously enough and for no good reason the author can think of, a film star is an A1 "social unit", whilst a dustman is something like a G2. In terms of social value and input one would have thought that the dustman would have been somewhere up in the high B’s at least, by quasi-Marxist sociologists’ standards.

If film stars went on strike for six months would you suffer more than if dustmen went on strike for six months? Of course not. If dustmen took the same amount of time out the country would be swimming in bacteria and disease. If film stars went on strike, you would just watch repeats on the telly or buy a talking parrot or a performing monkey. What difference is there in terms of skill or in terms of social contribution, after all?

Whether they are Marxist or Weberan sociologists or whatever, they are the worst manifestation of middle-class attitudes, because it is only the middle classes who would differentiate between themselves and other classes and this is how you know that they aren’t Gentry.

The ancient gentry knew the value of a person’s contribution to society and respected the person for making it. The true gentry weren’t above grabbing a shovel when the need arose and mucking in and mucking out with everyone else.

Only the elevated tinkery would expect someone else to do the work and only the tinkery would think that, because they had risen so far in their own estimation of themselves, the world owed them a living.

The Elven Queens and the Dragon Kings, the real gentry of history, had no particularly complex hierarchy with which to stratify or differentiate rank amongst themselves, they simply knew that they were all of the fairy blood and were thus equal. This is apparent in both the social structures of the d’Anu of Eire and the Royal Danes of Scandinavia as late as 900 AD.

Under the present scheme of things where the medieval feudal system has been built upon over the ensuing centuries by the succession of various dynasties of tinker royalty in Britain and Europe, we can see this insulating, snobbish mentality at work with its ’layers’ of rank, determining ’layers’ or ’degrees’ of nobility or royalty. In the Merovingian and Pictish Danaan cultures, one was a king or princess and that was that. All shared the Sang Real and the San Graal. Whether you reigned or not was immaterial.

Nowadays we have a system where the British throne is occupied by the descendant of a foreign family almost arbitrarily selected for a task in which, to all intents and purposes, they find themselves merely an impotent figurehead. Under this individual there is stratified a complex series of ranks, orders and accolades which, historically, were anyone’s for the taking, as long as they had money; and which today you can still buy into at the lowest rung by paying the College of Arms Eighteen hundred English pounds.

If you can prove to them that you have "made a contribution to society" either and at the least, by getting a university degree or by having been trained to kill people, a nice coat of arms is yours for the asking. You will then be an official Esquire and henceforth (though not beforehand, one assumes) you will be considered to be "A Gentleman" because you have a pretty piece of paper saying as much. In Ireland the Chief Herald’s Office formerly issued applications for armorial bearing upon which it was stipulated that the supplicant must be considered by the Chief Herald to have reached "The Portal of Gentry".

How can anyone ’reach the portal of gentry’ ? How can there be a ’doorway to blood’? This is yet another instance where language is eloquently engineered to become completely ineloquent nonsense.

Every year the arguably unqualified monarch dishes out knighthoods and orders, to worthies who are chosen at the fawning whim of some transient, jumped-up public servant, mainly to self seeking individuals who have been thought to have made a ’contribution’ to society.

Many of these knighthoods go to prancing luvveys, football managers and industrialists - although both the former have already been paid a more than adequate amount of cash for their dubious and ineffectual contribution - whilst the latter who likewise have also been paid adequately for their self seeking contribution have also assisted, by their greed, in turning the planet into an orbiting swill bin.

Why are these people being rewarded for serving themselves and how can they possibly be thought of as behaving like ’gentry’, when the most that they do is produce useless consumer junk, infotainment and pollution? They have got rich by creating jealousy, envy and enmity, and through the media their dissemination of double standards has created a level of moral confusion which has inevitably led to further social and economic division and environmental damage. And for this they get a knighthood already?

Two of the most atrocious investitures recently went to a grocer’s daughter and the head of a country whose government refused, for forty years, to recognize their nation’s responsibility for the treatment of civilians - whom they used in chemical warfare tests - and prisoners of war whom they forced to work to their deaths in military building operations.

Firstly, how can a grocer’s daughter be thought of as suitable material for inclusion in an order that was so strictly intended for those of the royal blood and secondly how can the most hated enemy of the British people in recent history qualify either?

The Most Noble Order of the Garter, already trashed down the centuries by its association with a motley assortment of pseudo-royal dynasts who had no right to belong to it, let alone confer it on anyone else, had reached it lowest ebb when those two individuals were granted membership.

The Order of the Garter was and still is an Angevin and hence an Elven bloodline institution and on the death of Richard III therefore, all rights to continue to own the Order of the Garter died out in his line and by the laws of Sovereign inheritance the Order then belonged to the senior heirs of the House of Anjou.

No subsequent House has the right to give the order to anyone, let alone to a jumped-up bourgeois tradeswomen or a war criminal. The French used to say that the British were a nation of shopkeepers. It would appear that the British are a nation of shopkeepers reigned over by a shopkeeper.

The Most Noble Order of the Garter is Britain’s premier Order of Knighthood, in fact heraldically speaking it’s actually the second in rank after the ancient Caledonian Dragon Court that spawned it but who’s quibbling. The very word ’knight’ stemming from the Saxon cnecht means ’to serve’ or a ’servant’.

When, in the name of God, Karaoke accepted, did Hirohito do anything to serve the interests of the British people and when did he, or the Grantham woman deserve to be invested with Britain’s most senior rank of knighthood?

To direct Her Majesty to give out such degrees, either to pay off a favor to a fellow member of the bourgeoisie, or suck up for diplomatic reasons to a nation simply because it now has a bit of cash tucked away, seems to me to be the worst manifestation of the bourgeois mentality yet to be witnessed, especially when the present dynasty, it could be argued, appear to have no historical right to give the Order out in the first place.

Her Majesty’s son Prince Charles - who has a brain - has publicly lamented the decline in standards in the English Language for years and the author tends to share his concern. How can anyone ’become’ a gentleman, a member of the gens - the Sangraal? How can a piece of paper instantly make one into a member of a separate race.

There is no indication in the small print that - in reality - one would have to undergo a class-transplant at genetic level, so how can they have the nerve to assume that they have the power to create or change a species, simply by issuing a bit of calligraphised toilet paper and without having the toadying supplicant to the altar of snobbery undergo a series of radical medical procedures that don’t even exist anyway?

Have the British establishment perfected the art of Transubstantiation I wonder? Are they too alchemists who can turn human lead into Fairy Gold? This is yet another example of middle-class arrogance: the idea - typical of Americans in particular who though, it must be said, inherited it from the British - that if you have the money and the mouth you can buy the ’goods’.

However, race is not a saleable commodity, whatever any College of Arms of questionable authority might say or imply, and whether one is of the gentry or not, it never was and is still not a matter of social standing or social badges, any more than real kingship is about ’rule’ or wearing tin hats and dead weasels. Vermin in Ermine?

The real ’gentry’ or to give them another familiar epithet - the Lords and Ladies - were just that. They were by blood alone, the members of a genetic strain, the Dragon and Grail families - the Fairy Blood.

One could not and cannot ’become’ a member of the gentry any more than one can ’become’, by initiation or otherwise, a ’witch’, a ’vampire’, a ’magus’, a ’dragon’, a ’fairy’ or an ’elf’.

All these are names which described the ’gentry’ and the latter - elf - is a word which originates from albi meaning a white or ’shining one’. From albi derives the French Cathar name Albigensian (Albi + Gens) meaning - ’of the elven blood’ - et quid erat demonstrandum.

The Pharisees
This curious and delightful name for the Elven race is a common English rural folkword probably created by the addition of an extra syllable to the word fairies, thereby making a double plural suffix. Pharisees is simply Fairies-es, a bit like Tolkien’s double plural ’pocketses’ attributed to his character ’Gollum’ in Lord of the Rings.

A more obscure possible origin for the Pharisee epithet however, may be found in the nature of the Elves themselves. Some of their families were from mixed Pictish and Merovingian bloodlines, and where the latter is concerned, it descended from Jesus and had a Pharisaic origin. The word Pharisee itself stems from the Hebrew parush meaning ’separated’ which by blood the Elves indeed were.

In this particular context we should also remember the Celtic Church which was Nestorian and Pharisaic in its doctrine and structure. The Celtic Church supported the Fairy bloodline of Jesus whilst also having strong Druidic associations, to the point in fact where Jesus himself was considered to have been a Druid and a Magus by his British kinsmen - the Elven Pendragons.

The Plantagenets
According to their own account of themselves and the accounts of subsequent chroniclers and historians, including Professor Vivian Green, the Plantagenets were descended from the fairy race. Certainly they shared a common Scythian trait when riled, and that was a vile temper!

The Plantagenets, whose name was thought to derive from ’planta-genista’ - the ’plant of generation’ or ’Tree of Life’ - used a sprig of the Broom, the ’plantagenista’, as one of their earlier family badges. The seeds of the Broom plant are hallucinogenic and were a well known part of the witches’ pharmacopoeia throughout the Dark Ages and the Medieval Period.

It was said that the Plantagenets had two ancestral grandmothers named Melusine, one the daughter of King Elinus of Albany and the other the daughter of Baldwin du Bourg, King of Jerusalem.

In the first instance the Plantagenets derived their name from a princess named Plantina (possibly derived from Plantanu or Planta-Anu) who was actually the younger sister of Maelasanu des Scythes or Melusine McLean and this obviously means that the Plantagenets were not actually directly descended in the male line from Melusine herself, who in a matriarchal Pictish system of inheritance, was the senior daughter of King Gille Sidhean of Albany, and the heir of her mother Queen Pressina or more formally The Queen Bruidhe-Anu des Scythes.

Melusine certainly was the matriarch of the Angevin or Anjou dynasty, but her senior heir and the first Count of Anjou was Maelo de Vere, not Tortolf de Rennes, making the Plantagenet dynasty descending from the younger sister Plantanu, a junior branch of the Imperial and Royal House of Vere.

The Veres left Anjou in 800 AD and the Comite of Anjou was divided and at length settled upon the heirs of Tortolf, thereby giving the erroneous impression that they were the first and therefore senior branch of the Angevin family which, according to the records, is simply not the case.

The second Melusine was in fact called Melisend, so the Plantagenets had no direct male connection with any Melusine at all, despite the attempts of subsequent royal genealogists and amateur historians to make it so. Nevertheless the Plantagenets, our younger Vere cousins, were still of the Blood Royal and they were still of Elven Stock, and the discrepancies in their story seem to add to, rather than detract from, their claims or the claims made for them.

The popular, chronicled descent claimed for the Plantagenets from Melusine was in fact via a cadet female Vere line - that of Ida de Vere - a member of another junior branch of the Vere family, specifically the Imperial and Royal House of Vere of Constantinople and Jerusalem. Ida de Vere was the aunt of the inaugurator of the Knights Templars, the Swan Knight Godfroi de Vere de Bouillon and the ancestral granddaughter of Prince Maelo de Vere d’Anjou and his mother - the much coveted Princess Maelasanu McLean de Vere des Scythes - via Adolph de Vere de Guisnes.

The Plantagenets could however claim a line of unbroken male descent from the late 800’s until the sad death in 1485 of Richard III - argued by some to be the last true King of England. This junior branch of the family managed to survive for about 600 years, which isn’t a bad innings. Since then the British have suffered a succession of nondescript church puppets who, out of generosity, one might call eighth-breeds at best.

With the death of Richard III the Garter died out in the junior Plantagenet line and became, as a dynastic family Order of the House of Anjou, the legitimate property of the already Gartered Imperial and Royal House of Vere of Oxford, (the legitimate kings of England by the will of the English people themselves) later to descend to the Scottish and Irish Branches, the latter whose seniority, on the death of the Vere Clan Chief, Lord Adrian Hope-Vere - Laird of Blackwood - became confirmed in 1973.

Melusine’s father Elinus or Gille Sidhean was a descendant of the Ulster Royal House of the Uilidian, the Fir Bolg druids. Her mother was a bruidhe or judge-poetess of Pictish royal descent from the Bruidhainn or (by Roman error) Cruthainn remnant of the Tuadha d’Anu or Tuatha de Danaan, as they are sometimes mistakenly called.

These were the Aes Dan or Aesir Danaan, the Elven Gods of Eire and the Lords of the Calle Daouine of Caledonia or Northern Pictavia. Melusine was a Dragon Princess, a Lamia, and we will tell her story later.

The Plantagenets or Angevins became, after their demise, a much sought after bloodline to be descended from, as if it were implicitly understood that real Dragon blood made real queens and kings. Queen Elizabeth the First, the great granddaughter of a Welsh farmer and Margaret, Countess of Anjou, had broom pod motifs sewn onto one of her gowns in celebration and assertion of her Anjou ancestry.

She is known to have had two coronations, the first and most important of which was a pagan, ’fairy’ coronation held in public on the Mayday prior to her Church investiture as queen of England. Following this event Edward de Vere, 17th earl of Oxford, staged the Windsor Stag Ride incident and killed the beast before the Queen as a gentle reminder of who the real Kings of England and the Greenwood were.

Even today the biographers of the present constitutional Heads of State of Britain proudly boast of that family’s Anjou descent and the author supposes that we, the senior heirs of the senior branch of that dynasty, should be flattered, despite the fact that such a descent is tortuous in the extreme and traces a line therefore, that looks as crooked as a donkey’s hind leg.

Boasting something like 2000 connections to Edward III, who was only a member of a junior Anjou line, this originally German farming family is outranked in terms of blood even by the Spensers whose daughter, the late Princess Diana, could claim 4000 connections to the same character. Furthermore, one geneticist recently working with the blood samples of German royal and noble families couldn’t find one whose male line reverted any farther than the early 16th century.