Rob has been in Minnesota, cleaning out the house where his mother has lived for 60 years. She recently moved to an assisted living facility, a good thing for her. She’s 91, doesn’t drive, and has been living essentially isolated for years.
In the process of preparing her home for sale, he has been rummaging through his own past. He and his sister grew up in this house and he discovered that his mother saved nearly everything, that she was something of a pack rat who couldn’t bear to part with certain things. He discovered old photos we had sent his mom of Megan when she was really young, the violin he played when he was a kid, and that Knights Templar sword depicted in the photo at the beginning of the post.
This sword has connections to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Rob wrote the novelization for the movie, which may be a synchronicity unto itself. We joked about him carrying this sword into the airport to ship as baggage, but suspected he would promptly be arrested by the TSA as a terrorist. He decided to mail it to the house. Here’s another view of the sword:
I was telling this to my neighbor, Annette, who suggested that he take photos of it first because, after all, who knew what might be substituted for this beauty? So when Rob texted photos, I decided she might be right. The sword had belonged to Rob’s grandfather, Guy, and had been forged in St, Paul, Minnesota, which meant it had been created for a Masonic temple in that city. Guy’s name is on the blade, hard to see in this photo. But the engravings of symbols on the blade and the ivory handle are beautifully rendered and I can’t wait to see this sword hanging somewhere on the walls in our home.
In dreams when you are digging around in a cellar, you are foraging for lost parts of yourself, your consciousness, your identity, your psyche. The physical act of cleaning out a cellar, of finding the sword, may be a glaring symbol of power rediscovered – and claimed.
Terri Patrick’s comment is sooooo true! The sword….oh my, the SWORD! These are genuinely, magnificently magical! I have my own Grandfather’s sword, and because it is too long to be used as my Athame on my altar, I have a smaller replica of it as my Athame which I use in rituals and other ceremonial workings. I keep Granddaddy’s sword wrapped in purple velvet and well-hidden, but take it out….reverently….and use it as well as its smaller replica on different occasions, depending on the purpose of the ritual. May I make a suggestion? Insure the sword. It is priceless as a sentimental tangible memory of Rob’s heritage and of the original owner, but it is also priceless in terms of material value. Losing it would be tragic! Surround it with Light and request the Invisible Guardians to keep it safe! It is now where it belongs! Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of ancient magic! And, it could be an inspiration for Rob to write a new Indy story involving the Sword! 🙂
What a wonderful sword, almost magical. Liked Terri’s comment as well.
It does seem magical!
You had me thrilled for a moment – I thought Rob was writing a new Indy novel! Don’t tease me like that! 🙂
Now THAT would be fantastic, Dale!
Tell me about it!!! 😀
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This is from Terri Patrick, a comment she made on facebook.
Never underestimate the power and stories of our ancestors. They lived. And that purpose could be – us…