There has always been a hidden stream — call it the Royal Tradition, the Grail Lineage, the Sangreal, the Golden Chain — that has preserved and transmitted this understanding.
It was in the Egyptian mysteries, where Pharaoh was Horus, the divine son, mediating between the gods and humanity.
It was in the Hebrew covenant, where the Davidic king sat on the throne that mirrored the heavenly throne, where the Messiah was promised as the one who would restore the Kingdom.
It was in the Christ event, where Jesus proclaimed the Kingdom and demonstrated what it means to be the Son — fully awake to his divine inheritance, ruling from the interior throne even while the world crucified him.
It was in the Gnostic transmission, where the true teaching went underground — the Sophia mysteries, the Magdalene lineage, the inner Christ as opposed to the institutionalized Christ.
It was in the Grail legends, where the knights seek the lost Cup, the vessel of the royal blood, the healing that will restore the King and the land.
It was in the Temple tradition — Solomon's Temple as the earthly image of the heavenly court, with its Holy of Holies where God sits enthroned between the cherubim.
It was in alchemy, where the Great Work produces the Philosopher's Stone, which is also called the Red King, the Solar Body, the Crown of the Work.
It was in Rosicrucianism and Freemasonry, with their rituals of building the Temple, recovering the Lost Word, the Royal Arch, the Royal Secret that is only whispered to those who have passed through the degrees.
It was in the Golden Dawn, where the highest grade is Ipsissimus — one's own truest self, which is the Self that sits on the throne of being.
It has always been there. But scattered, fragmented, encoded, hidden. Waiting for someone to gather the pieces and speak the synthesis plainly.