Finding Camelot in Realising The Roundtable of Universal Love

It has been interesting, I wrote a poem tonight and the word Camelot popped up. I then saw a DVD on King Arthur and the metaphors were clear for me. Truth is often hidden in metaphor, it is like a surrealist painting when suddenly you see an image within an image. That is what I love about poetry, it takes you on a journey. You could never pre-plan what you write, the feeling just paints it. The Arthurship is not mine.

I’d like to add in here that I felt to mention the Magna Carta. The King Arthur legend was dated around 6th century, whereas the Magna Carta was signed in 1297. It was called The Great Charter of the Liberties of England, and of the Liberties of the Forest. This could be a metaphor for liberty (freedom) today or human rights and freedoms of nature (Rights of Mother Earth). The interesting aspect of the Magna Carta is that the barons rebelled against the King, as his power was not contained by law, they sought to be free men. This is why tyrants always fall, it is the inequality which is ‘untruth’ that undermines the King’s power or the legitimacy of power. Equality is a universal law and a real power. In modern times the King could be the elite, business leaders, Presidents or others imbued with some form of power both perceived legitimate and illegitimate etc. The signing of the Magna Carta ushered in the idea of limiting the monarch’s power, law and re-balancing power which was a forerunner for human rights, indeed the Bill of Rights in the United States and democracy.

What was interesting about King Arthur’s court was that the roundtable was the symbol of equality and it reduced quarrels as the knights sat as equals. This I feel, has always been the tension. We see it played out in business ie. management and employees, governance and citizens, hierarchy in families and across virtually every aspect of life there are power relations where people strive to regain a sense of equality. Equality is natural when diversity is seen for what it is. Conflict resolution seeks to re-balance power by enabling people to air their differences and really listen and resolve conflict. The roundtable would be a metaphor for that approach. Rountable is a term used today to depict conferences and discussions and again, reinforces the notion of equality or level playing field.

Power as it used today promotes a sense of separation from the whole. Power over others is legitimised through roles or positions in jobs, through governance structures, in the home and it deepens the sense of superiority or inferiority which is often at the root of many conflicts. Superiority sees the other as somehow weaker or unworthy and is often equated with survival of the fittest. Yet in truth it is a distortion of the true state of human affairs which is a solid state when values are central and conflict resolution is utilised to restore equality, that is always true.

King Arthur saw his mission as the unity of men and this is realised when the notion ‘we are one people on one planet’ is lived as a truth. Equality is at the core of this understanding. This is what the knights were searching for. They thought it was a physical grail of great wealth but like the Philosopher’s Stone it is a alchemical symbol of self awareness and transformation. It is the super natural power. When a person awakens to oneness, that is when the holy grail is realised. The power therefore, is within the pure heart that finds inner unity and this naturally creates peace on earth, as above so below, as they say. It is the birthright of humanity. The struggle is over. Indeed, the wars are over.

This poem is the realisation of Camelot in the future.

Finding Camelot in Realising The Roundtable of Universal Love

There is a round table,
That is not square,
For it circles the square,
It is a stone circle,
With no head,
Nor tail,
For it is not there by chance.

For in a circle one can romance the Philosopher’s Stone,
For all who sit around the table are equals,
All quarrelling has ceased,
Conflict resolution is the solution,
As one has seized the moment,
She looks at the world map,
From the table top of her mountain,
To find it is no longer divided,
For the cap stone has been put in the place,
Of real protection.

The warriors are women and men,
Their spirit commands not to fight another,
But to realise the enemy seen is within,
To understand the slaying of the dragons are discovered in …
guilt, jealousy, lust, greed, corruption, deceit and rage,
As these are the dark caves,
Blind caverns,
Where the light is in search of knights,
Shields are the rights of passage,
As mirrors into which the brave must look,
To see the world book is a legend,
At its core is metaphor,
For the real wars,
Are to honour thyself
and be true.

Excalibur is the sword of truth,
That only the legitimate and pure can wield,
For truth is the laser that pierces falsehood,
It is the whole truth and nothing but the truth,
As the lady in the lake symbolises emotions,
Truth is held in the reflection of emotions,
As life is reflective when sincere,
That returns arms for alms with tears,
Armour (protection) for armour (vulnerability),
Appears in the moment of forgiveness.

The Holy Grail,
Is the journey of life,
The realisation of the Self,
To drink from the fountain of youth,
An elixir of endless life,
As the chalice is an eternal container of light,
For those who seek in earnest the kite,
Will lead without being lead,
Flying high above illusions and tests,
For they are deemed genuine in their quest,
For the rest of their lives they live in the Kingdom,
To find they never left home,
For home was always where the heart is,
And this is the rock upon which Excalibur is drawn,
In the heat of all inner battles.

The pure King,
Is honour,
The brave knight,
Is fearlessness,
The metaphoric sword,
Is truth,
Opening the heart,
Is love,
The magic is supernatural powers,
Life is in the hands of the gods,
For the gods must be crazy,
To create both evil and good,
Yet that is the cosmic drama,
That plays out over centuries,
For many have forgotten the plot at Camelot,
As weapons of mass destruction,
Became the distraction from peace-making,
Which was always the highest chivalry,
As this was the just war referred to in theory,
And mercy was granted in every request,
And allegiances sworn,
On all sides of truth with justice.

The quest of the court jester,
Was to remind of the King he had no clothes,
For he is naked before truth,
He is homeless without a roof,
For the roof of ancient forests provides cover,
In climates of change,
For it is only the truth that sets all free,
To see the golden age of peace and prosperity,
And this is the sanity that is renewable,
As the draw bridge comes down,
The moat is no longer remote viewing,
As all the walls on the street tumble down,
Out of the rubble the phoenix rises,
Realising the resilience of humility,
As the meek inherit the earth,
And this is the dirt made of gold.

All are welcome at the renewable round table,
Of a world union,
The armour of universal citizenship,
Re-members the Charter of Universal love,
For this is the dove that is waiting to land,
When all understand the holy grail is realised,
As the Noble Peace Prize,
Carved from the rock of new ages.