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The Fisher King Wound

The Fisher King Wound

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Published by Edward L Hester
A re-telling of the story of 'the Fisher King", with a bow to Robert A. Johnson for his wonderful book, with commentary. The wound of the Fisher King is the 'mother complex."
A re-telling of the story of 'the Fisher King", with a bow to Robert A. Johnson for his wonderful book, with commentary. The wound of the Fisher King is the 'mother complex."

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Published by: Edward L Hester on Jun 09, 2010
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The Fisher King .Once upon a time, there was a mighty King, who was known throughout the World as theKeeper of the Holy Grail. His lineage had inherited the honor and privilege of protectingthe Grail when it was brought back from the Holy Land during the Crusades. All whoneeded healing could come to his castle and ask to drink from the Grail, and upondrinking, receive healing..This King had a handsome, young son who spent his days scouting the woodlands of hisfather’s kingdom, often alone, hunting and fishing for weeks at a time. He was alwayshappy in the woods, among the sounds and sights of nature; there, he had freedom, timeto be himself, and long and happy rides in his father’s woodland kingdom..He had friends as well among the woodland creatures and they did not fear his coming,often coming to his hand for treats and petting..One night during a midnight ride, he came upon a campfire in a wooded glen. Above thefire, a salmon was spitted and was sizzling as it cooked. No one seemed to be around, sothe prince waited for a time, waiting for the camper to return. Finally, fearing that the fishmight burn, he removed the fish from over the fire and laid it upon the clean grass tocool..After waiting for a bit longer and deciding that the owner might not return soon, the prince took a small bit of the salmon and thrust it into his mouth. In sudden pain, the prince jerked away, spitting the hot fish out of his mouth, for the fish was much too hot toeat. Then, off balance, he toppled into the fire, screaming in agony as a sharp hot brandimpaled his groin, impaling his testicles..The prince passed out with the pain and fell unconscious to the ground..He was found in the morning by a patrol of his father’s and brought back to the castle.But the wound would not heal. Infected and terribly burned, it festered and resisted allefforts by the court physician to heal it. In time, the boy was crippled--nearly an invalid--and no longer could ride the fields and woods of his kingdom. Soon, he began tocomplain that he was cold all the time, and couldn’t get warm even when sitting in frontof the roaring fire in the Great Hall..He was therefore bound to his court and castle, immersed in the constant arguments,negotiations and courtly conversations with business and government men and womenwho came and went in the court. His life became filled with the business of the kingdom. No longer could he go on his long solitary rides in the woods, nor relax in the glens andlochs among the hills..After several years, his aging father stepped down, and the prince became the king, buthis wound still would not heal, and as his strength evaporated with his inactivity, hiskingdom also fell into waste. The crops stopped growing, disease decimated his great
herds of sheep and goats, the cattle would not breed, and even the wildlife disappeared. Itseemed that the curse visited upon the king had also fallen upon the land. The onlyactivity that seemed to give the King peace was the time he spent fishing in the lakes andstreams close to his castle..With the coronation of the wounded King, the kingdom seemed to pass into some other dimension. It seemed insubstantial, the castle seeming to float, mist-like above the land,disconnected from the Earth. Eventually, traders would set out for the kingdom,following the same roads as before, and find themselves arriving in some other region of the land. It seemed that the kingdom no longer existed within normal time or place, asthough the Earth itself had given up the kingdom and her wounded King to heaven or hell..Occasionally, some traveler would chance upon the King, fishing in one of the lochs or streams of the vast woodland, and would be directed to his castle, high above her surrounding hills. Only a few received an invitation to enter and stay for the night. Thosewho were, were told: "It’s only a short way down the road, turn left, and cross the bridge.".Few were the travelers invited in, but those who were spoke afterward about the nightlyfeast served by the King. As the story went, there was a grand procession preceding thefeast. A fair damsel would carry the Patton--the plate that carried the bread at the LastSupper. A handsome knight followed carrying the lance used to pierce the side of Christon the Cross. Still another champion carried the Grail itself, which glowed with a lightfrom within, bringing the procession to a climax..Each person at the feast, it was said, was offered the chance to drink from the Grail andinstantly received the wish most dear to his or her heart--whether he or she spoke their wish or not. Only the King, lying groaning on his litter, was unable to rise and take thehealing of the Grail..In the morning, the traveler would thank his hosts and leave. From these few, the legendgrew of the Fisher King--the King of the Lost Kingdom of the Grail...
The Coming of Parsival
.In a neighboring kingdom, a young man was living with his mother, Heart’s Sorrow, inthe forest. They made a living the best they could, for his father had been killed on aknightly quest some years before. Like their father, his brothers also had gone out to seek their fortunes, had become knights, and been killed in battle. The mother, determined thather youngest son would not follow in her husband’s or other son’s footsteps, had kept her son separate from the community and unaware of the rigorous training programs for knights to be. Nevertheless, she could not prevent him from growing up and demandingto leave as well, so finally he too left, determined to become a knight..
Parsival found his way to King Arthur’s Court, and there asked to enter knight training.The knight Gournemont was assigned to train him. Gourmont, in preparing the youngParsival for his training, took him aside and told him, "you must always remember that aknight takes orders, and he doesn’t ask questions. He just does what he is told!" This wasa hard lesson for the young knight to understand, but he soon learned that conflict and punishment came whenever he asked "why?" on virtually anything..The young knight endured the rigorous training for several years and began finally to besent on lesser missions commensurate with his skills and experience. Like many others inthe court, he was entertained by the stories told by traveling bards of a mysterious castlein the mist, where a crippled king held court and, it was said, the Holy Grail was kept.But no other knight had ever seen the castle..One night Parsival was on such a mission and was traveling through a woodland area. Hecame upon a small lake with a lone fisherman in a small boat. He hailed the fishermanand asked if there was an inn close by to spend the night. The fisherman, a crippledgentleman of indeterminant age, told him that there was no place within thirty miles, buthe might stay the night at his house: "Just down the road a little way, turn left, and crossthe drawbridge.".Parsival did as the fisherman said: he rode a little way down the road, discovering adrawbridge off the left side of the trail, leading into a mysterious castle. He rode acrossthe drawbridge, only to find the bridge snapped up close behind him, nearly causing hishorse to throw him in its attempt to avoid being struck from behind. He was welcomed bya page and made comfortable for the night..Eventually, he was called into the castle’s courtyard, where he witnessed a strange procession of ladies and knights carrying several mysterious objects. All present arehealed or gifted by the drinking from a glowing cup, except for the strange fishermanwho lay groaning on a litter. Parsival wondered what this was all about, what the strangeobjects were, and why the fisherman should be denied healing, but he unsure whether heshould speak or not, so he held his tongue and did not ask for information or explanation.He guessed what the glowing cup was and wondered how it could heal, but felt shy anduncertain, so did not ask. In the morning, Parsival arose. He found the castle deserted,mounted his horse, and rode out the gate. Behind him, the castle faded into the mist anddisappeared..The farther he rode, the more Parsival realized that he had failed his quest and himself.The greatest mystery and quest of his life lay behind him. But the castle was now goneand when he might again come across the old fisherman, he could not guess. Parsivalcontinued his training in knight errantry however and for many years fought and joustedwith the knights and armies of Arthur’s enemies..Twenty years passed. Gradually, as the years passed, he grew gray and tired of theconstant warring and suffering. He lost the certainty that he was fighting for the forces of the light and that the enemy knights he faced were defending the dark. The faces of the

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