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A Saintly Soul Abducted

Day 4 of the 5-part series A Sainlty Soul Abducted by K.G. Watson

McNeil bit his tongue.  He knew how dangerous it was to speak in anger.  He ground his teeth and waved Liam on.  Better to get this over.  There was not much left in the pile of paper beside his chair.

Liam, too, had to draw a deep breath to regain some composure.  “These are a list of sources that refer to events surrounding St. Patrick on a very broad timescale.  Patrick was born and died in about 400 CE.  Drogheda was 3500 BCE.  Brian Boru was about 1000CE.”  He touched each collection as it stuck out from the pile.  I want to use the Book of Kells as another exhibit in my case.  As you know, this book was a copy of the four Gospels and is dated from about 800 CE.”

McNeil was well acquainted with this source.  He’d visited it where it was on display at Trinity College in Dublin.  Sure enough, Liam started with the missing pages and the cover that someone had torn off for the jewels it used to contain that embellished it.

I want to use this to show that there was likely an ‘underground’ within the Church at the time – a fifth column whose presence went back to at least St. Patrick.  Patrick was ordained, as we both know, but his voiceprint supporting a liberation point of view lived on after he died, and I suggest the evidence is here.”  He tapped the top of a collection of photocopies of the elaborately illustrated pages.

“Though the pictures were painted in extraordinary detail with some figures smaller than a millimetre, nobody has spent much time asking how that could be.  Ground glass lenses were an invention to come – almost 800 years later.  Yet here is evidence that that could be easily explained if the artist was looking through a glass as the details were built up.   I cite your own work on the 100+ calves that gave up their hide for the vellum.  I answer the source you question about the blue pigment.  It was Lapis Lazuli, and at the time, the only source on earth was modern-day Afghanistan.  How did the crystals make their way across half the world to Ireland?

Well, they did.  There’s the proof.  And since they did, it is no stretch to imagine that a hand lens, sufficient to the task, was also collected on the way.  So when someone had enough sins, and the wealth to buy forgiveness from them appeared, the exotic materials and technology were at hand for a highly skilled illuminator to go to work.  The managers focussed all their attention on the words that were repeated or missed.  When lenses next crossed the theological table, Galileo had made one and put it into a telescope that showed the moon was cratered, not perfect, as the Church claimed that God had made it.  God doesn’t make battered work.   It was the lens’s fault.  It was the demonic eye.  Looking through it distorted God’s beauty.

Nobody knew, or had forgotten that the Book of Kells might have used another demonic eye in its creation.  The book’s purpose was to be a worthy addition to the world of writing.  But I can find no protest that the original Celtic symbols that portrayed a circular theological view entirely at odds with the linear view of the church at that time were on page after page.  Here, in the most historic book of their time, was the plain evidence of the parallel acceptability of the circle of life surrounding the words that said life was just a line – birth, death, heaven.  And the Christian managers never noticed, or if they did, were prepared to explain it as pretty decoration.  They chose not to see the encouragement for Ireland to rise again, and again and never give up.    

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A Saintly Soul Abducted

Day 3 of 5 of the short story A Saintly Soul Abducted by K.G. Watson

McNeil slouched back in what amounted to blasphemy from his student and was about to interrupt, but Liam knew enough not to let him.  If he let the Prof get started, he’d spout propaganda that had the weight of time and lineage he revered.  Liam plunged on.

“Millennia before there was a Christian church in Ireland, there was an oral tradition, as there was in most of the world. Writing arrived like a scourge.  It was the tool of the weak-memoried or anti-social.  But writing was mystical in allowing communication between people who never met and across time that exceeded lifetimes.  Could there be a better device made for support of a religious practice that claimed communion with the miraculous?”

“The trump card was that it eliminated the fallibility of human recall – sometimes.  Here was certainty on the written page.  Except for those who felt obliged to add words of interpretation.  “This is what the author really meant,” claimed those trying to elevate themselves above the original.  So in Patrick and the snakes, the interpreters claimed the use of the word for ‘serpents’ was a metaphorical one.  

“We know there were no snakes.  We think he was referring to pagans in their midst,” and they chuckle their way down an explanation that ignores the source and intent of the original oral presentation.

“To illustrate the point about oral tradition conveying accurate information over millennia, you can’t beat the burial mound at Newgrange in Drogheda County.  Details of astronomical observation were collected over eons by those living there before the pyramids were built.  It was passed by word of mouth generation after generation until enough had been gathered and saved without writing, and the tomb could be built about 3200 BCE.  We’re talking about a memory exercise that exceeds the time the Christian Church has existed!”  A thick sheaf of photocopies joined the others on the table.

McNeil had never felt so assaulted!  The very foundation of modern progress rested on the infallibility of the written word.  His pupil had just pointed out that libraries of the world had not been around as long as they had been.  He exploded out of his chair.  “You cannot test words not written.  What you would do by raising gossip to the level of careful thought is turn the wisdom of the ages, written in books, into a debate.”  The older man was livid.

“Is it a debate about what was really, or what people wanted it to be?”

“It’s not as easy as that,” shot back the equally red-faced student as his supervisor sat.  “Our protestant friends not long ago had a program of trying to decide from the Biblical records what Jesus said.  By applying a term called ‘voice printing’ along with other criteria, they feel they have extracted the words for the man at the well from those that copiers or editors added over time.  At least it gave another view of this person they worship … without the window dressing.”



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A Saintly Soul Abducted

Day 2 of a 5-day short story series by K.G. Watson

“My second collection of evidence supporting the claim that Patrick’s reputation was abducted is this,” Liam said as he laid it out.   “Gene expression can be affected by social situations.  The field is evolving, but there is enough evidence to support that the Irish have been trying to break free of oppression since the get-go.  I use Brian Boru to illustrate even though he is from about 1002 CE – 600 years after Patrick. But he makes my point.  Irish had been struggling long before then, and I think that fighting for national identity was alive and well when Patrick was walking the hills.”

McNeil looked askance at the packet that Liam had picked off the floor.  “The topic is called ‘Epigenetics.  It was not known until about 50 years ago, but it gains credibility with yet more evidence every day.  I offer these results from Holland.” Thud!

“By using these data in my thesis, I am bringing the field out of the realm of legend and opening new avenues for future research.  You told me that should be a goal of my research.”

McNeil nodded agreement but hated the fact that he could no longer keep up with his pupil if he opened that door.

“You’ll get a lot of pushback going that route, young man.”

“Well, I thought this was supposed to be a research project,” Liam stressed the adjective. “If established authority is only going to accept its own evidence, does it not stop being what it was required to be?”

“I’m simply saying,” McNeil blustered.  “Go on.”

“Well, new research will come up again, but more obliquely.  Let me come back to it later.”

Liam paused to get his thoughts back on track.  “In every Irish case I’ve read, the hero is one who supports independence of thought.  Patrick stands out for the souls he has rescued by bringing them to the Christian God rather than his bringing disparate tribes together.  Oddly, those first references are from ecclesiastical sources who would benefit from having such a hero on their side.   Here’s a person of such stature that he is a national hero.  On the one hand, he is claimed to be almost messianic in his godliness; on the other, he is revered for standing against forces of oppression that the first side definitely was.  The defeat of pagan religion was the objective of the early Christian Church in Ireland.  To do that, they chose to defeat their adversary by making him seem to become one of them.   He drove the poisonous snakes from Ireland, say those looking to credit him with a miracle.  We know from centuries of scientific study there never were any there.  Those who sought to control Ireland had pasted a veneer of stories over him as they turned him into a hero of the oppressors.”

And they wrap up their arguments by referring to written records, often from centuries later, as proof of how virtuous Patrick was.  Those writers and readers had forgotten the source of the Irish national wisdom.  Willfully blind, they gazed past evidence which we can now see and which reveals their abduction.

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A Saintly Soul Abducted By K.G. Watson

It’s the week leading up to St. Patrick’s Day, so I thought it would be fun to share a 5 part story by none other than our very own K.G. Watson. Each day when you visit our website,, you’ll get to enjoy another part of the story from March 13-March 17.

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Here’s part 1 of A Saintly Soul Abducted by K.G. Watson

“ A  SAINTLY  SOUL  ABDUCTED” read the title on the candidate’s paper.  “A correction of historical perceptions of the life and preaching of a Saint,” read the subtitle.

Dr. McNeil groaned inwardly as he raised it and lifted his eyebrows for an explanation.

“Well, Patrick was awarded ‘honourary saintly’ status not just because he arrived before the criteria were written down,” said the earnest red-haired and freckle-faced young man, “but because he won many hearts, then died.  The reference to his soul and the ‘abduction’ claim is consistent with historical references.”  McNeil scanned the lines of small print at the bottom.  He was wondering if he’d taught his student too well.

“I footnoted each item at the bottom.  I don’t think he was captured by Irish pirates, though that is what his legend claims.  I think he preached to the rebel’s justification in fighting for their identity.  Others took over his memory and twisted it to their ends.  I contend that the St. Patrick we think we know today, is not the one who lived about 400 CE in Ireland. ”

McNeil could see this would be a longer discussion than he had intended.  Did he really need such an angular thinker?  Could he even continue to supervise him as a PhD candidate?  Maybe it was his penance that he’d been assigned to be Liam’s mentor.  His thoughts were blown away by the logical brickwork that was stacked in the lad’s lap and on the floor by his chair, ready to be laid out on his desk.  He suggested they move to his conference table, and swept it clear.

“My arguments rest on three lines of research,” Liam began.  “First there is the written record.”  He laid down a small sheaf of reprints like a dealer at a poker table.  “Pātricius, was his name in the earliest writing naming him.  There is no agreement on his place of birth or actual date but the best data supports him having a northern British or Scottish ancestry in the late 300’s CE.  Rome was in retreat from England.”  

“Patrick’s father, Calpurnius, is described as a decurion (Senator and tax collector) of an unspecified Romano-British city, and as a deacon; his grandfather Potitus was a priest from Bonaven Tabernia in central England.  What slips between the lines however, is Patrick’s confession in later life was that he was not an active believer in his youth.” Another page was added to the pile.  

“My point is that, young Patrick’s reluctance to go to Church at a time of political unrest, when his family was deeply involved in The Roman administration, could have been life-saving.  The family were probably identified as ‘Collaborators’.”  Liam let the negative consequences of that conclusion settle before continuing. 

“Dad and Grandfather had sold their souls for the benefits of supporting Roman Rule.   It makes more sense to me to see Patrick a nationalist.  His abduction to Ireland wasn’t any such thing.  Patrick escaped there to distance himself from the retribution that would follow as soon as the soldiers left.”  McNeil was getting a growing feeling that Liam’s assertions were going completely off the rails.  Perceiving the disgust his mentor was signalling, Liam was already peeling out his next photocopy.