From the book “The Magdalene Version”
“There are so many things I have to tell you, so many things, that I am not sure I can. First look at this!”’ Without another word, Joseph thrust his hand in the big woolen sack he carried over his shoulder. He took out a number of little items, one of which was wrapped in a cloth of the purest white linen. With great care he unfolded it, revealing another cloth of a lighter texture, dark blue in color. The second wrapping was taken off with just as much care as the first, and in his open palms he revealed a small cup carved out of stone. It was identical to one of those we occasionally used with the Master during the traditional meals we shared together. There was nothing extraordinary about it, nothing more, apparently, than the nobility of the material from which it was made, or the simplicity of its form. It was no more than a hemisphere, like a fruit cut in half and hollowed out. Joseph lowered his voice and said: “Look carefully. The Broth- ers from Helios put this cup in my keeping. The Master used it daily for a long time, and I was given the mission of collecting a few drops of his blood that was still flowing from his wounds when he was freed from the cross. “I can guess your thoughts, my Brothers . . . no, this is not a mindless attachment to matter, neither is it some morbid symbol, even less a hint of idolatry! According to what I was taught, and am sharing with you now, the Master’s blood, invested by Christ, was endowed with a great number of properties. I collected this blood from five places on his body, five key points where five little wheels of fire still whirled in the ether. Five subtle energies were flowing from the different types of wounds sustained by the Master. These forces, I was told by the Brothers, play a role that is both concrete and abstract, a precise function in relation to our physical organisms and our spiritual essence. I cannot say much more; you will clearly understand that the solution to such a mystery may in no way be communicated. This is not for concealment’s sake, but because words can only betray what is not accessible to simple human understanding. The enigma of this cup and its contents is none other than that of the evolution of any life form.” With great care Joseph folded the two little cloths over their precious contents. He seemed to be looking for words, then went on: “This cup, my Brothers, will be for us a source of strength as well as a symbol. Its subtle radiation distills an unsuspected energy in all the places where it is kept. You know that our eyes see so little. Be aware, however, so that everything is perfectly clear, that its possession gives us no privilege, nor does it convey a mastery of any of the powers of domination coveted by all the magicians on Earth. When I have buried it where it is destined to go, any physical quest for it will be futile. Remember this! A force of this sort may only be found by someone who deserves it, and thus we realize that its material possession is useless to us, for we have already absorbed its contents of light. Therefore, those who will seek, but to no avail, will first have to learn to find themselves. There is no philosophy in this; the symbol goes back to the object, for this symbol is precisely a living being, a loving form on the planes of light. “You must know, my Brothers, that every man, and every creature, animate or not, has his own cup that is waiting somewhere, outside time, in a place of peace that only his pure consciousness— though perhaps still germinating—will enable him to attain. It is a matter of harmony between each being and his own self.” “But Joseph,” a voice asked, “if the spiritual force represented by the Master’s cup is essentially the image of the one that we must awaken within us, why preserve the physical object in this way? Since the Master does not want us to establish a religion, in the full sense of the term, why protect a cup that is likely to become an object of worship?” Joseph buried his face in his two hands, then after a long while in silence, he looked up again, and his smiling eyes fathomed the depths of each of us. “The important thing,” he said in reply, “is that the Master’s cup be in prolonged contact with certain parts of the Earth. Its mission is to fertilize these places spiritually, for it radiates an ex- ‘tremely purifying aura. I do not think the effects are something spectacular, but on the contrary, they are of a slowly maturing nature. The cup acts upon the earth where it is placed in the same way that it acts upon a person, clearing a secret and open ground that may receive the flow of all the energies of the Spirit. “But I do know that we cannot prevent idolatry; but then, tell me what we can do in this world that might not be distorted? There will always be people who will deify what should not be deified; there will always be ears that will hear only what they want to be told. This is why the truth is so often hidden. The guides of our humanity have seen it soiled so frequently that they are now preserving it, and distilling it, drop by drop. “We project our impulses and our needs even into the realm of the Spirit—our memories and hopes as well, fortunately. So do not worry about that. All the living organs of this Earth—by this I mean its great centers—possess their own cups; whether they are simple native stones or some works of art, the same energy 1s given off, quenching the same thirst and inspiring the same, the only reality to strive for: the harmonizing of humanity within the cosmos.” Joseph spoke to us in this way for a long time. He appeared to enjoy challenging our thoughts and feelings with a sequence of statements at times perfectly clear, and at other times enigmatic. “Symbols and images are not only simple, arbitrary games for the mind,” he said, paraphrasing the Master with an amused look. “They are the marking stones loaded with the multitudes of con- tributions that delineate the path we follow.” He also told us that it was imperative for the precious cup to be set upon a hexagonal foot, a detail that contradictorily tended to identify it as an object of worship. At last we understood there was not one single solution to the enigmas he presented us, but ten, a hundred, a thousand, as many as there were beings in this world.
Joanna: Some people associate the Grail with Mary Magdalene. Could you comment on this please? Alariel: The symbolism of the Grail is vast, but we would be happy to share our perspective with you. On one level, the Grail can be seen as the Mystery School working through the Temple of Isis in Alexandria, which provided a structure, a container — a "cup," if you wish to call it that — into which the Initiates of Love and Light could pour their loving service. This Mystery School was in many ways one of the highest, purest and most effective practical expressions of Melchizedek wisdom upon this planet, and its benevolent influence still endures. On another level, the Grail can be seen as the bloodline reaching from Mary Magdalene down to the present day, a lineage which has provided physical vehicles for a number of Workers in the Light, especially those souls who had experienced lives as Priestesses of Isis. Through Mary, the energy and wisdom of the Isis tradition of Love and Light did not disappear when the temple of Isis faded into history, but continued in the life and work of all those who have been inspired by it over the centuries. For this reason, we regard Mary Magdalene as the overlighting presence sustaining the Grail, and in a symbolic sense, her higher self can be seen as the Angel of the Grail. On a still deeper level, the Grail can be interpreted as the Vortex of Cosmic Peace and Unconditional Love which the work of Jeshua and Mary Magdalene established upon the Earth. This new blend of energies gave all subsequent aspirants the opportunity to balance Peace and Love within the heart and go forward into realization and ascension in a much more direct way than was practiced in the ancient Mystery Schools.