Celtic Illumination, part 16, Kamikaze nuns a virgin birth and the Masonic Lodge
Now that you are aware that I am the King of Ireland, I would ask you not to treat me any differently than you would any normal Master Candle Maker. Many of you are still interested in my training and even my birth, which has been copied by many religions throughout the world and I suppose the closest would be the Tibetans.
Like the Tibetian monks there is a closed and secretive body whose only function in life is to watch for signs that a new master Candle Maker shall be born, quite like the three wise men and the star. The sooner a prospective Master Candle Maker can be found, the sooner his, or her, training can begin. It would appear that my mother new that I was to become perhaps the greatest Master Candle Maker ever, but it wouldn’t be known until the moment of my birth that I would be a Royal Master Candle Maker.
The secretive group who find, protect and train prospective Master Candle Makers are very similar to Masons from Masonic Lodges, but much more secretive and more disciplined as each member must be willing to die for their cause, so it’s a lot more serious than getting together once a week for a pint of gin and a funny handshake. It was an Irishman who was the first Dali Lama, his mantra was ‘Power to the people’. That is why even today in his memory the name of the discipline that transfers the mindstream to the intended body, is known as phowa.
As you would expect if there is a dedicated group of people searching for prospective Master Candle Makers and then enabling them, as with all things in life, there is balance and there exists a group of very bad men who would want to stop Master Candle Makers entering their training. This is why the secretive world of candle making is so violent. You may snigger and think I am being a little farfetched. How many of you remember the 1980’s and the most violent city in the world, yes, Glasgow and the ice cream wars!
To this end my mother left her small rural village before the physical changes appeared that would alert anyone to her pregnancy. She went to Belfast where she was cared for by a covert group of kamikaze nuns. At the moment of birth it was noticed that I had six fingers on my left hand and I was subsequently given to the nuns to begin my training as a Master Candle Maker and future King of Ireland. My mother returned to her village, claiming that she had successfully completed her secretarial course and opened a flower shop