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Steve Herrmann's avatar

Reading this, I was struck not so much by the smoke and grandeur of Templar legend, but by the silence of old stone - by the way a place can hold its breath for centuries, keeping memory pressed into its mortar like a folded relic. The Temple Church seems like such a place. Its worn roundness, its gargoyle faces, even the cracked effigies lying like slumbering penance beneath its dome - all seem to murmur that mystery is not a matter of invention, but of attention.

The story of the linen cloth and the imprinted figure rings out not with conspiracy but with longing. It recalls a different kind of revelation. Not the breathless panic of secret societies, but the trembling reverence of men who perhaps beheld what they could not explain. A man-shaped shadow on cloth. A face. Feet to be kissed. Not idolatry, perhaps, but encounter. Not power, but presence.

This is the old hunger - for something holy enough to touch, and close enough to kiss. It is, in a way, the same longing uncovered in that fragment of Merlin, newly found in the Cambridge margins (https://www.cam.ac.uk/stories/merlin-manuscript-discovered-cambridge). There, too, is the whisper of a world where myth, body, and spirit are not divided by bright lines but interwoven like candle smoke through stained glass. The mystical is not abstract - it walks through courtrooms, slips down alleyways, hides in ruined towers and half-remembered prayers.

This is precisely what Desert and Fire seeks to trace: an incarnational mysticism, not made of visions but of ordinary things made radiant - linen and stone, silence and supper, breath caught in dust. Perhaps the Templars kept secrets not out of fear, but out of reverence. Perhaps they guarded not a grail of gold, but a cloth damp with centuries of tears.

In such places as the Temple Church - or in a forgotten page rediscovered in a Cambridge archive - the sacred does not shout. It waits.

And those with eyes to see may find, even now, that Christ is not missing.

He is simply hidden.

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Julie's avatar

I have a friend here in Yorkshire- her house has a record of it being owned by Knights Templar. Tenants had to agree to provide sustenance for travellers, hence the engravings of lanterns and the torch of faith on the roof. A very special place- what a history! Love the information re the shroud.

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