The Crown and the Grail

Princess Margaret, Stephen Ward and The Holy Grail Scandal

 

“i know i'm mad, so there's no need for you to snort and tell me”

Sverre Helgesen

When I received this message I really didn't know what to do with it except present it here for your enjoyment.

I have left it exactly as it was received, bad spellings and all. It is unsigned but the email seems to come from “sverre helgesen”

Crazy or crafted? I don't know, but for what, if anything, it's worth, here it is:

it seems as though the royals have made it (yet again). they survived a scandal that would have destroyed them forever, and probably cost them 'the crown'. they are in charge of an entire country, just like sadam hussain, just like stalin, just like hitler. how can you fight an entire country? philip is the key, he was the cause of the scandal. i thought they would stop him - to a degree i think i did, i think i stopped that particular scandal from happening again - but they merely covered it up and went for us instead. he must be very important in the clan, important-enough for his madness to be ignored! mountbatten was involved to, as was anthony blunt. charles is obviously now in line to take over, perhaps has, as philip is getting very old, and perhaps diana saw and heard something. i knew diana, you know, i held her in my arms when she was a new-born baby, the spencers were great friends to ward. frances spencer kicked philip in the balls, you know, when he came to her room at the palace one night, 'for his just dues' (for a shag, ok?) that's why she was persona-non-grata in high circles ever after. penny shagwell too, but she was going to use a knife on his balls, not her foot. his security stopped her in the nick-of-time. the things those people get up too...and get away with. you will never crush 'the crown', they will crush you first, and are in a postition to do so. cost what it will, they will survive, for that's what it's all about.

without steven ward's people 'the crown' doesn't work, why they've had to sit-out all the wars and plagues etc, they can't use it to protect themselves. it works via mind-control, and they can't do it. they have been surviving, slowly getting into a position to work at technology, engineering, medicine, computers, stem-cells, dna, in order to try and circumvent this, to make it work anyway, to make a new one, whatever. it's not sure that 'my' mind-controllers can make it work properly either, 2,000 years is a long time and their powers have suffered despite their efforts. i was kneeling on the settee by one of her few window's one night, mulling things over, sharing her body-heat, talking, when princess anne told me where 'the crown' was. she knew nothing of it, of course, she was a girl and they don't count? it was just a stupid story that roamed the palace, one that amused her. with my background knowledge i now had all the clues, all the pieces of the zigsaw puzzle, but not knowing we were actually looking for it i didn't connect just then. every 4 hours somebody looked out of a window and checked that nelson was still there. it was his job, he did nothing else. it was something like the ravens at the tower: as long as nelson was on guard all was ok with britain. because of several false alarms, bad weather etc, nelson was now lit at night, to be easily seen from the palace. anne grinned at the memory of all the red-faced men rushing around, almost having heart-attacks, the time nelson was out of sight more than the stipulated 4 hours, 'you would have thought armageddon was nigh, that the russians were at the gates!' she laughed.

to them it was nearly that: you see, nelson's standing on 'the crown', protecting it. his columb is of the purest scottish granite. nottalotta people know that. 'the crown', or the 'holy grail', to use it's more famous name, is in the top of the granite columb, under the copper plinth. to get at it takes more than 4 hours of hard work, and the guards in the nearby wellington barracks can run there in 5 minutes, rifles cocked, bayonets fixed.

thanks for letting me sound off. just thought somebody else ought to know the score. was this a weird-enough story for you? believe me or not; that's up to you, i can prove none of this. only finding the grail up there will do that. but, try as i might, i can't think of a way to do that. nelson stands on guard, and is very vigilent. and it doesn't work when you find it...

Christine Keeler
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