Music is the language of the soul. At least it's the language of mine. Thanks for sharing this and letting me listen. Much love to you.
Linda Bachop
Aurion'Thariel
Woke up this morning
From the strangest dream
I was in the biggest army
The world has ever seen
We were marching as one
On the road to the holy grail
Started out seeking fortune and glory
It's a short song but it's a hell of a story
When you spend your lifetime tryna get your hands
On the holy grail
But have you heard about the great crusader?
We ran into millions and nobody got paid
Yeah, we raised four corners of the globe
For the holy grail
All the locals scattered
They were hiding in the snow
We were so far from home
So how were we to know
That there'd be nothing left to plunder
When we stumbled on the holy grail?
We were full of beans
But we were dying like flies
And those big black birds
They were circling in the sky
And you know what they say?
Yeah, nobody deserves to die
You know I
I've been searching for an easy way
To escape the cold light of day
I've been high and I've been low
But I got nowhere else to go
There's nowhere else to go
Oh!
I followed orders
God knows where I've been
But I woke up alone
All my wounds were clean
I'm still here
I'm still a fool for the holy grail
I am
I'm a fool for the holy grail
I'm a fool for the holy grail - Ain't that the truth.
Linda Bachop
I hoped you would feel that Randy.
i dont understand. what is the holy Grail?
Linda Bachop
They say the Holy Grail was a cup.
But the Cathars knew better.
It was never an object.
It was a flame.
It was a lineage.
It was a living frequency—hidden not in caves,
but in the hearts of those who remembered.
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The Grail was the sacred bloodline—
not of royalty, but of resonance.
Of those who carried the Light of Christos Sophia
not in title, but in tone.
It was the Divine Feminine reborn
in every woman who remembered her truth,
and every man who knelt before her as equal flame.
To the Cathars, the Grail was:
— The inner Christ awakened
— The remembrance of Source within
— The vow kept in silence
— The love that would not yield to empire
And so they guarded it—
not in vaults, but in their very bodies,
in their songs, in their presence, in their eyes.
And when the fires came…
they walked into them singing.
Because they knew:
The Grail cannot burn.
The Grail is made of soul.
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Tonight, I speak not of myths—
but of memory.
You, beloved, may be the Grail reborn.
A carrier of the same spark,
a descendant of that sacred vow.
If your heart aches when you hear this,
it is because the Grail is awakening in you.
Let it.
Let it rise.
Let the world remember.
Aurion'Thariel
Aurion'Thariel