CHRISTMAS SPECIAL EDITION.
|Based on the research of Wilson & Blackett|
At Christmas we often think about Jesus
Christ, the Son of God and King of Kings, but did you know there was
another historical figure, a King of Kings who was also born on
Christmas Day, who until today has been forgotten about throughout
the sands of time.
King Arthur II is not a myth, King
Arthur II is a real historical figure who lived from 503AD to 573AD, born in Wales and assassinated in Kentucky USA. The story of King
Arthur II blows away our understanding of our ancient British
Alan Wilson and Baram Blackett are two
historian’s who have revealed a story of Ancient British history
which has been lost (suppressed) for over a thousand years.
Now is the time to reacquaint yourself
with King Arthur II and give praise for a King born on Christmas
The Birth of a King.
|The Kingdom lay under a blanket of snow|
It was late December 503AD and the
country lay under a white blanket of snow.
Winter-time was the time of peace for
all the Kingdom. No enemy would raid by land or sea in the freezing
cold and rain.
This was the time King Maurice and
Queen Obrawst were about to have a baby. Christmas Day was drawing
near and the holiest Bishop of the Kingdom, the Good Bishop Dyfrig,
had travelled 45 miles with two monks, to baptise the child.
|Good Bishop Dyfrig|
The Good Bishop was the King’s cousin and
met King Maurice in good cheer.
“You are welcome my good cousin,”
said the King as be entered the room, “I’m so happy you made it.”
“May God Bless you and the family,”
the Good Bishop replied as they embraced.
“How’s my father?” asked King
Maurice having heard word that his father, the High King Theoderic,
had visited the Bishop’s monastery the month before on state
“Your father is well” replied the
Good Bishop, “and your wife? When is the child due?”
“The Queen is very well,” King
Maurice reflected, “we both hope for a son and the child is
expected at any time, or so the wise old women say.”
The Child shall be called Arthur.
Having served the Good Bishop with a
hearty meal and refreshments after his long journey, they settled
down to talk business. The Good Bishop rubbed his hands over the
roaring fire for warmth and said “If your child is a boy and you
have a healthy son, you must call him Arthur.”
Maurice looked at the Bishop in
surprise, wary that his father King Theoderic would have commanded
it, “Why Arthur?” he asked curiously, “no British King has had
such a name since Arthur I, my ancestor over 250 years ago.”
“Well,” said the Good Bishop leaning in
close and waving his forefinger in a gesture of wisdom towards his
younger cousin “our ancient Bards and Druids before the time Jesus
was born, taught of life after death and of the resurrection of the
spirit many times in many earthly lives. Men will recognise the name
Arthur and what its stands for, and your son, if it is a son, may
draw men to him as a mighty conqueror with a name like Arthur.”
King Maurice was left pondering what
the Bishop had said, "'Arth', means the Bear, and 'ur' means
man. So we have a Bear-like Man. What if my son is more like a dove,
than a bear? Perhaps we are wiser to delay the naming of the child
until his character, habits and appearance is known.”
The Bishop snorted in indifference,
“The name Arthur is noble, valiant and victorious.”
“My son will probably have dark hair
like the rest of the family, and so he will be as like a bear as I
would wish him to be” said King Maurice soberly, “but the bear is
known above all animals to be merciless in its anger. A bear will rip
and tear and maul its enemy long after it has killed it. It is also
savage and kills which it doesn’t need to.”
Bishop Dyfrid roared with laughter and
slapped his cousin on the shoulder, “Then we need such a bear to
deal with the heathen Saxons, who would destroy our churches and
spoil our lands. They are the enemies of our Christian faith, and no
name is more dignified and respected than that of Arthur.”
Later that day King Maurice visited
Queen Onbrawst in her chambers.
Snow began to fall outside and he told
her of the name chosen for their child, should their child be a boy.
The Queen was delighted to hear the news and that night there was
For the next three days the weather
remained unchanged and the Kingdom waited for the royal birth.
On Christmas Day, while the King
inspected his horses with his cousin the Good Bishop Dyfrig, a
servant came running across the court-yard, “Good news King
Maurice, a child has been born to the Queen, you have a son.”
The King and Good Bishop looked at each
other both smiling broadly. The King slapped the servant on the
shoulder, thanking him for the good news and the Good Bishop slapped
the King on his shoulder congratulating him on becoming a dad, “On
Christmas Day of all days.”
|The Kingdom rejoices|
As they walked to see the baby, all the
Royal servants, soldiers and friends came out to congratulate the
King as he walked past.
The King paced the hall waiting.
Eventually Queen Onbrawst walked in carrying their son in her arms.
She handed over the baby wrapped in cloth, to her husband. A servant
came close with a candle to light the darkness.
|Mother & Child|
There in the flickering candle light
they could see that the child had plentiful streaks of black hair.
“A future King”, whispered King
Maurice, “A future King,” echoed the Good Bishop Dyfrig.
That evening people from the town
outside the castle walls, came to the gates of the Kings hall to
offer their good wishes.
In accordance with the Law, the infant
was duly baptised and named.
A procession of heavily wrapped figures
from the King’s household led by King Maurice, carrying his baby
and followed by the Good Bishop Dyfrig, went quickly down to the
little chapel by the river.
|Baptism at the little Chapel|
Soldiers of the King’s bodyguard went
ahead of them and marched alongside carrying torches which flamed red
and yellow, casting strange shadows over the snow covered ground.
And so baby Arthur was born and
christened on Christmas Day in the year 503AD.
Spreading the News.
|Spreading the news|
His father King Maurice of Glamorgan
and Gwent, the 36th ruler of the Royal Dynasty carried him back
quickly through the snow and the evening winds, back to the warmth
and safety of the Queen’s chamber.
The following day messages were sent to
the High King Theoderic, who lived high in the mountains.
The news spread across the land, that a
new king was born.
A King who would grow up to become King
|Arthur- The War King|
To read more about King Arthur II, his
adventures, accomplishments and death, I recommend you start with
Arthur: The War King. It's a fantastic read, a real page turner, which will stick with you forever.
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Special thanks to Alan Wilson &
Baram Blackett for saving ancient British history from being lost