Roots of Merlin’s Magic

Crown for an Enaree.

The roots of Merlin’s magic can be found in the Enarei, the Scythian shamans, a name is derived from “Anarya,” which translates as “not men.”

Born male, the Enarei underwent a transformation, adopting female attire, speech, and societal roles. They wielded immense respect and political power as chief advisors to the king. They used divination to determine causes of royal illnesses and national crises and were in charge of fumigation rituals  that burned cannabis in braziers in tents. Red hot stones were placed in a brazier followed by stalks of flowering buds. While the tent filled with smoke, the not-men led prayers, chants and songs.

The Gundestrup cauldron is a richly decorated silver vessel, thought to date from between 200 BC and 300 AD. While found in Denmark, it was not made there as it includes elements of Gaulish and Thracian workmanship, metallurgy, and imagery. The primary figure is believed to be Cernunnos (The Horned God) who is depicted wearing stag antlers. He sits cross-legged in a yogic lotus position, holding a sacred Celtic torc in one hand and a ram-horned serpent in the other, surrounded by wild beasts.

The Scythians worshipped a sacred deer, an ancient stone-age myth that circulated through numerous cultures over the world that depended on deer to survive famines. In Scythian mythology, the Golden Deer acted as a celestial guide and mediator between realms, transporting the dead to the afterlife. Deer antlers were mounted on the heads of Scythian war horses and headdresses of the Enarei.

Everything we know about the Enarei comes from two sources: Herodotus and Hippocrates, and neither visited a Scythian encampment, but relied on testimony of travelers, so it’s all unreliable, secondhand info. Herodotus got as far as the primary Greek port on the north coast of the Black Sea, a port that traded extensively with the Scythians.

Since Scythians descended from the Yamnaya, the first horse riders, they ruled the roads connecting Europe with China and India, and established a huge oasis at Bactra, where the trail split, leading either to China or the Khyber Pass. Controlling trade along this route produced vast wealth and Scythians dominated trade in slaves, spices, grain, fur, wool, lapus lazul, and livestock.

For centuries, the sight of marauding Scythians on horseback was the equivalent of gangsters today driving race cars while brandishing automatic weapons . At an early age, male and females mastered the composite and recumbent bow, the AK-47 of the ancient steppes.

When attacked or engaged, Scythians avoided hand-to-hand combat, but rode away to a distance where they could continue to pummel the attacker with poison arrows while remaining immune from any incoming projectiles.

The Scythians wore leather pants, a garment unique to their culture, and something necessitated by daily horseback riding. They had no permanent villages because they traveled in covered carts pulled by oxen and horses. Their lifestyle was preserved after a large migration moved from Bactra to Romania, where they became known as the Gypsies.

The Scythians rode bareback and had no saddles nor stirrups.

The Scythians were especially adept at firing arrows while fleeing, as evidenced by numerous Scythian artifacts depicting what became known as the Parthian shot. It is assumed the most elaborate Scythian-style artifacts were created by Greek artists.

When a Scythian king died, his slaves and horses would be ritualistically killed and buried in a circle around his tomb, which was buried under a mound of earth. The king would be buried with all the essential objects and supplies to carry him to the afterlife.

The coming-of-age ceremony was celebrating someone’s first kill. This ceremony could happen on the battlefield, or back at the camp. If held at the battlefield, the skullcap would be chopped off and the assembled warriors would use it as a cup to drink blood. Only a fully made member of the tribe was permitted the honor of chopping off a skull cap, but anyone who killed an enemy was immediately awarded the privilege.

These skull caps became treasured possessions and often encased in gold, bronze or leather. They were undoubtedly used eventually to drink bhang after a wave of fire temples appeared along the Silk Road serving Soma, also known as  Haoma in Persia. This ritual was the foundation for the Christian Eucharist, and the myth of the holy grail goes all the way back to the Scythians.

The myth was never about an actual cup as every warrior was buried with theirs. It was about the medicine that went into the cup, something that healed the sick and brought peace to the kingdom. Although this connection has been obscured and hidden, it seems likely Merlin’s magic was derived from cannabis intoxication, which allowed him to visualize the future and communicate with animals, all traits of the original Enarei., and Merlin shares structural and functional traits with the archetype: The original Merlin was likely gay or at least multi-sexual. 

While Greek culture detested effeminate males, the Scythians viewed them as closer to god. The Greeks believed horse riding caused impotence and led to gender transformation.

The Gender-Fluid & Transgressive Shaman: In early Welsh poetry (such as the tales of Myrddin Wyllt), the proto-Merlin is a “wild man” of the woods who loses his mind in battle, sheds civilized taboos, and speaks with animals. Like the Enarei, who stepped completely outside traditional male warrior roles to gain spiritual authority, Merlin operates entirely outside the standard patriarchal and military hierarchy of Camelot.

Decorated tapestry depicting the seated goddess Artimpasa and a Scythian rider from circa 241 BC.

Androgyny and Shape-Shifting: Merlin is a consummate shape-shifter, frequently shifting between male and female forms, or old and young personas. The Enarei embodied a similar ritual androgyny, which the Greeks viewed as an “effeminate disease” but the Scythians revered as a divine gift from the goddess Artimpasa.

Royal Kingmaker and Prophet: Just as the Enarei were the ultimate spiritual authorities behind the Scythian throne, Merlin exists primarily to guide, protect, and legitimize the king (Uther and later Arthur) through absolute prophetic foresight.

The Batraz and Nart Saga Connection

In the Nart Sagas—the epic folklore of the Ossetians (the last remaining descendants of the Alans)—Batraz is a central superhuman warrior associated with a magical sword and lightning.

While Batraz himself is a direct prototype for King Arthur or Lancelot rather than Merlin (most famously mirrored when Batraz, on his deathbed, demands his unstoppable sword be thrown into the Black Sea, causing the water to turn blood-red and seethe), the magic and structural world surrounding Batraz mirrors Merlin’s acts:

The Smith-Sorcerer Kurdalægon: In the Batraz cycle, the hero is tempered and forged in a celestial furnace by the heavenly blacksmith Kurdalægon. This figure acts as a divine mentor, physician, and engineer of destiny. This directly parallels Merlin’s role as the supernatural architect who engineers Arthur’s birth, protects him with magical defenses, and guides the retrieval of Excalibur.

Early version of Artimpasa.
They were distinct from other Scythian diviners. Traditional diviners used bundles of willow rods, but the Enarei predicted the future using split pieces of inner linden bark.
 
The Enarei adopted feminine personas, wore women’s clothing, and engaged exclusively in “women’s work” rather than the martial duties of the warrior elite. Instead of fighting, they served the fertility goddess Artimpasa and the Snake-Legged Goddess. Their duties were strictly ritualistic, focusing on political divination, using dowsing rods to predict the future, and performing religious ceremonies.
 
The Ritual of the Skull Cup
 
According to Herodotus’ Histories, a Scythian could only drink from the communal victory cup—or fashion an enemy’s skull cap into a personal, leather-clad or gold-lined drinking vessel—if they had personally slain an enemy in battle and brought the head to the king.
 
Male and Female Warriors: Archaeology confirms that a significant portion of Scythian women were active warriors (the historical inspiration for the Amazons) and were buried with weapons. These fighting women, along with male warriors, participated in the skull-cup tradition.
 
Enarei Exclusion: Because the Enarei did not fight or kill in battle, they did not meet the cultural prerequisite to claim a human skull trophy. Their position and authority came from divine transformation and spiritual power, not military prowess.
 

The Mysteries of the Enaree: The Androgynous Shamans of the Scythians

By Aleksa Vučković

Lavish burials were important for the Scythians, whose tumuli still stand today after many centuries. And in those burials, the Enaree played a crucial role, conducting their shamanistic practices to help the deceased depart to the afterworld.

After the burial, the Enaree would ritually clean themselves with the vapors of the cannabis plant, which has been attested archaeologically in Saka Scythian tumuli. In these were discovered various receptacles containing remnants of cannabis, including tripods, braziers and incense burners. One of the famous Pazyryk Scythian burials contained a pot inside which were fruits and cannabis, and a copper censer in which the latter was burned.

The Enaree played numerous roles in Scythian society, one of which was the role of divination. They acted as seers, and performed special forms of divination that utilized the inner bark of the linden tree. They would cut the inner bark of the linden into three pieces, and then plaiting and unplaiting them around their fingers in order to obtain the answers they wanted. For example, whenever a Scythian King would fall ill, the Enaree were called in to divine and discover which enemy had “bewitched” the King.

“The Anarya were especially consulted when the king of the Scythians was ill, which was itself believed by the Scythians to be caused by a false oath being sworn upon the king’s hearth. Once the Anarya had identified the suspect who had sworn the false oath, the said suspect would claim to be innocent. If the Anarya maintained the accusation, six more soothsayers were consulted, and if they upheld the original accusation, the suspect was executed by being beheaded. If the additional soothsayers declared the suspect was innocent, the process of consulting more soothsayers was repeated. If the soothsayers all found the accused to be guilty, the culprit was executed through beheading, and his property was divided among the Anarya who had found him guilty. If the larger number of soothsayers still declared the suspect to be innocent, the initial accusers were executed by being put into an oxen-pulled wagon filled with brushwood which was set on fire was made to be pulled by the oxen, who eventually also burned along with the wagon and the disgraced soothsayers; the sons of these Anarya were also all killed, but their daughters were spared.”

—Hippocrates, On Airs, Waters, And Places

Joseph Campbell was a fraud

The study of Western mythology was greatly impeded by the myopic Joseph Campbell, who never once wrote (nor spoke) about Scythian, Persian, Bactrian, Chinese, Middle Eastern nor Greek use of cannabis for divination. Although he spent immense time on the most obscure cultures on earth, he ignored the most influential. The foundational myths of Western Culture were born in Scythia, home to Heracles (Hercules in Rome), Prometheus, and the Holy Grail. 

According to Campbell, there was no real chalice as the story was intended as a metaphor for spiritual transformation. This is absurd. The golden cup landed in what is now the Ukraine and was too hot for anyone to touch. But one boy could pick it up, and he became the first great king of the Yamnaya, and eventually morphed into Heracles. A band of seafaring Yamnaya moved south to Arcadia in Greece, received the idea of an alphabet from the Purple People (Phoenicians) and created a magnificent culture documented by Homer.

Meanwhile, back in the Ukraine, every Scythian warrior (male and female) received a ceremonial chalice. It might be bronze or silver or gold, and built around a skull cap taken from their first victim. After a battle, the tribe would return to the field and those celebrating their first kill would ceremoniously chop off a skull cap and drink blood from it. But only once, for after it was brought back home and encased and decorated, it was used to drink bhang, which became known as Soma.

This was the Scythian coming-of-age ceremony, and the tribe would have attended with great merriment. The Scythians were also great musicians, so the tribal band was likely jamming, and the priestly Ennare (men dressed as women who sang in falsetto), might have been making up songs calling out the newly minted adults in the tribe.

It was pretty easy for Scythians to run rampant over Greeks and Persians because they rode horses and fired poison arrows with composite recumbent bows that were smaller but more powerful than the Greek and Persian bows. They were trained to fire arrows with deadly accuracy practically from birth and while riding away, so they could dispatch the enemy without ever being in the line-of-fire.

I can’t stomach Campbell’s books or his videos because his analysis is complete garbage. He does backflips away from the origins of our most dominant myths, which traveled around the world quickly after the Bronze Age Collapse, replacing the local hero-gods.

Hermes was central to the Mycenaean Greeks, as he was born in Arcadia, where three temples were consecrated in his honor. He would later be welded to Egyptian mysticism and become a dominant player in the occult societies that emerged during the Middle Ages.

Scythia’s greatest art

The Scythians were riding horses a thousand years before the Greeks and there’s a good reason. Scythians lived on the steppes, a great flat ocean of grass easily crossed with horses and carts. The Greeks lived in mostly mountainous terrain where runners could travel faster than horses over steep rocky trails. Both cultures descended from the Yamnaya, but the ones who preferred sailing and a southern climate moved south, while the others settled in the shadow of Mt. Elbrus, where Heracles was born, or at least where he went looking for his stolen cattle.

The greatest piece of Scythian art is a three-ring, gold breastplate intended for a high-ranking royal Scythian, with fantastic mythological creatures attacking real animals on the bottom. All details were created separately and then soldered to the frame. The center contains spirals on spirals, flowers, leaves, and a few birds.

The top ring shows two men stretching a golden fleece, while another man milks a sheep, and a colt drinks from his mother. The distinctive Scythian quivers for holding arrows and bow are liberally distributed around.

If you melt this down you can get around $150k, while the breastplate is priceless and would sell for many hundreds of millions if ever auctioned, which will never happen as it is a Ukrainian national treasure.

Tragically, most of the Scythian art was melted down after the kurgans were raided, starting around 200 BC and continuing until 1715 when Peter the Great pleaded with the raiders to sell him the artifacts intact rather than melt them.

Nobody knew anything about the Scythians. History ignored them. Maybe because they had no alphabet, only runes. Or maybe it was the cannabis.

The long and winding stoner highway

Details magazine did a hit piece on me after High Times became the biggest selling title at Tower Records. The article was titled “Bedtime for Bongo” and ridiculed the national hemp movement I’d kick-started. It was the first and last profile of me in any media for 36 years.

When I first came to High Times, I knew cannabis was being unfairly demonized. I was never a stoner. I never bought cannabis, but I also used it frequently at parties, and never turned down a free hit.

Right after I took the job, I discovered the assistant art director had briefly been in the Fleshtones, the premier garage-band in the East Village. I had just written a book about the East Village art scene, and knew the Fleshtones had played at Club 57, and that Wendy Wild was dating the guitar player.

I asked Brian, would you like to form a band? He immediately said, ‘yes.’ We started rehearsing at my Upper West Side apartment. Brian was playing bass and I was beating on cardboard boxes with drum sticks.

The three bands I was most interested in copying were the Sonics, Chocolate Watchband and West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. I called this synthesis “psychopunkadelia.” David Bither was lured into a rehearsal. I already had a guitar player in mind who I knew from the garageband scene back in C-U, Illinois. So I was hoping David would play keyboards as he had recently left a band he’d been playing keyboards in. Dave could also sing like a bird and was a potential lead vocalist. But Dave only wanted in if he played guitar.

Today, Dave runs Nonesuch Records at Warner Brothers and he’s easily the most respected executive in the music industry. He could have been the star of my band, but was already on a much higher trajectory.

When Dave Allen left as art director, I brought in Flick Ford, who had designed my Art After Midnight book and been art director at the East Village Eye during my brief tenure there. I thought the publisher/editor had assembled a great staff, most of whom worked for free, but he was shortsighted and incapable of taking the publication to the next level. So Flick and I (along with John Howell) ended up creating New York Beat, a weekly covering the downtown scene. That only lasted a few wonderful weeks before the investor pulled the plug. And that’s when Howell moved over to High Times. I soon followed.

The first person I hired at High Times was John Holmstrom. He had a long history with the magazine and was reluctant  because the magazine had a sordid reputation of ripping off contributors and never paying. I could tell just by examining the files that the company was being gutted and sucked of all profits. By the time I got there, profits were gone, and debts were mounting. High Times owned a fortune to the printer, and it things didn’t turn around, the printer was going to end up owning the company.

Once I kicked out the heroin chic and cocaine covers and centerfolds, and switched to natural plants and homegrown as a means to escape the blackmarket, the rebound was immediate. The heart of the counterculture at the time resided in a traveling circus that followed the Grateful Dead around. This is where the early homegrowers met and shared genetics.

When I discovered Nevil was selling cannabis seeds in Holland, I established the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam as a way for readers to get access to high quality seeds. Soon, many more seed companies sprouted in Holland, and they all used my event to establish their businesses.

After the first Cup, I didn’t go back for a while. I wasn’t into smoking tons of weed, and the event was being produced on a shoestring, like everything at High Times. Trying to produce the event by remote control, however, wasn’t really working, and when I returned to the event, I was armed with a lot of ideas about the origins of cannabis in ceremony and some silver cups designed by master occultist Robin Ludwig. I also brought my 420 ceremony, which I had introduced to the office.

I ended up going solo to the Minnesota National Rainbow Gathering, which is where I learned a ton about pagan ceremony and participated in numerous OM circles. The OM is the only thing the original stoners in the Ukraine have handed down to us. That and the myth of the holy grail. When Wagner created his ring cycle, he opened with the grail descending from heaven. He was using the Scythian version of the story. There is no Jesus in King Arthur because Arthur was built on top of Heracles. Both were sun avatars, and had twelve labors (battles) to win, a reference to the sun’s progression through the zodiac. Of course, Jesus is also a sun avatar, which is why he has 12 mythical disciples.

Around this time, I’d written the first and only national magazine story claiming a renegade CIA station near Miami had assassinated President John F. Kennedy, and he was killed for resisting a land war in Vietnam, and threatening to dismantle the CIA and scatter the leading executives to the winds. He did not trust the information the CIA was feeding him, and wanted to end the Cold War.

In fact, the CIA was feeding him bogus info based on a fake defector. James Angelton had been shattered to learn his best buddy Kim Philby had been working for Moscow all along, and Philby had milked Angleton for secret info by getting him drunk. So when Moscow fed a defector with inside knowledge on KGB penetrations into our national security state, Angleton took the bait. There were no penetrations, but there were lots of KGB sleeper agents being activated after a decade of lying low and mixing into the general population.

Only recently have the depth of those ops been explored. Similarly, Oswald was a dangle sent into Russia with the U-2 secret, the revealing of which was supposed to make him best buddies with head of counterintelligence for the KGB.

But the KGB knew Oswald was a dangle and he never penetrated the KGB. After the fall of Communism in Russia, a fake KGB file on Oswald was released and used by CIA apologist Norman Mailer to write a bogus book on Oswald, even though Mailer knew Oswald was CIA but likely needed the money after all those expensive divorces.

So Angleton ended up fingering JFK as the mole at the top, and that theory was used to end his life. And it was probably done legally and completely shrouded by secrecy agreements that prevent the truth from ever emerging.

Since the lawyer who was running High Times was named Kennedy, and since he was a paragon of leftist politics, and had been associated with the Weather Underground, who had been painted as ardent anti-war activists, I assumed this lawyer would be pleased by my JFK expose. Especially since he was an ardent Catholic. But strangely, that lawyer never spoke to me about it, and soon began making moves to restrict my influence. There was a parade of publishers, all told told to “find a new editor.”

However, the publishers realized I was the key guy in the financial turnaround, and High Times was now making bundles of profit, although very little flowed back into operations, but instead went directly to the lawyer’s bank account.

I sent the lawyer an email outlining my plan to mount a case for hippies getting legal right to cannabis thanks to a religious rights law that had just been passed. If I could prove the counterculture was an infant religion that was just emerging, then hippies would get the same rights as natives, who had just gotten legal rights to grow and use peyote as part of their religion.

The only element necessary to prove hippies comprised a religion was having regular ceremonies as part of the culture. The  emergence of teenagers on the sunset ridge of Mt. Tam on April 20th, with the intent of lighting up at exactly 4:20 PM fulfilled this obligation in spades. I felt we had a slam-dunk case and since the lawyer’s expertise was constitutional law, mounting this case was going to get him a fortune in lawyer fees, even more than he was already collecting, and High Times was his primary source of income.

When he failed to respond to the email, and never broached the topic with me, and continued his campaign to have me de-toothed and dethroned, I knew something was terribly wrong.

It would have been easy to get thousands out of jail, and reunite thousands of families. There were far more people being arrested for cannabis than all the other “crimes” combined, and children were routinely being put into foster care only because their parent(s) were found possessing a small amount of cannabis.

Eventually, I was run out of the company after being abused for decades, constantly gaslight and fighting against headwinds. It all led me to study who this lawyer really was. And I discovered he was the secret leader of the Weather Underground, which was a CIA plot to dismantle and destroy the non-violent counterculture.

Eventually, all these facts will become clear, but I may not live that long. The only thing left on my bucket list is to build a silent meditation chapel on a lake somewhere, where my story of the true story of the holy grail will be represented by the art I’ve created over the last ten years. The chapel will also hold my archives of the Cannabis Cup, including the original cup and Freedom Fighter tricorn hat worn by Willie Nelson, Jack Herer, and so many others. The last one to wear it was Rick Simpson, who, like me, got disappeared.

The only other thing on my bucket list is combatting lies told about me for a decade by a certain bozo who had worked under me and never comprehended anything I was doing.

I find it fascinating the march of cultural innovation starts with the first stoners and continues for centuries with stoners continuing to lead the way. From Pythagoras and Mani, to Rabelais and Deschamps, to Armstrong and McCartney, cannabis users have been at the forefront of artistic innovation, and yet nobody but me seems to comprehend the ramifications.

Even more fascinating, the central myth of Western culture, the holy grail, came from ancient Scythia long before the time of Jesus. So I made a deck of cards tracing the 60 saints of Western culture who made the greatest contributions. Despite cannabis possession being cause for execution in some Catholic countries, many of these saints were outspoken advocates of cannabis and felt its use beneficial.

The patriots who founded our wonderful country were largely deists as that was the rage during the enlightenment era. Deists believed that a force or spirit ran through everything and the only way to learn its mind was through the study of nature and not by reading books about super heroes.

By eliminating the Gnostic versions of Christianity, Rome successfully wiped rational deists out of Christianity, but the belief came back when Europe discovered the classics. There is no need to worship at any altar or blindly accept rules from anyone. There is only one rule: don’t hurt anybody.

Perhaps the long dormant Grand Lodge of the Pot Illuminati might appear for April 19-20. It’s been a decade since I held a public ceremony. It would be a way to distribute my decks of cards, the red cards are the Saints of the Grail, the black deck is all about the Illuminati who manufacture war for profit.

The foundation for Western culture

The Kernosovskiy idol is a Yamnaya kurgan stelae dated to the 3rd millennium B.C., discovered in 1973 in the village of Kernosivka in the Ukraine by five schoolchildren. The nude statue with prominent genitals is one of the earliest representations of the leader of the Indo-European pantheon.

Foundations for Western mythology were forged by the Yamnaya culture on the northern banks of the Black Sea in what is now the Ukraine. The Yamnaya were migratory herders who buried their dead in small kurgans, smelted copper for tools and weapons, and ornamented themselves with silver and gold.

Great advancements often followed whenever distinct cultures made friendly contact. After the Corded Ware culture to the northwest made contact, they likely introduced cannabis to the Yamnaya. The name “corded ware” derives from their use of hemp rope to create patterns on their distinctive pottery. Copper smelting probably came from farmers in the Caucasus who built fortified settlements, unlike the migratory Yamnaya.

Early use of cannabis involved burning colas inside tents and caves and drinking bhang. When horses became domesticated, they were small at first and used for pulling carts and producing milk. But a century of breeding produced horses that could be ridden.

The Yamnaya descendants who moved south into Greece made contact with the Phoenicians, the purple people. The Phoenicians had two important advancements: an alphabet and a non-fading dye known as Tyrian purple. Moses commanded this dye be used for the tabernacle curtains, priestly garments, and prayer rugs. An enormous amount of snails were required to produce a tiny amount of dye.

Yamnaya migrations.

The Myceanaeans of Southern Greece created the Greek alphabet based off Phoenician script and it traveled east and became Sanskrit. They began mixing a small amount of tin into the molten copper, making bronze, which is four times stronger than copper. The Myceanaen warriors covered themselves in bronze armor. Their culture was captured by a blind singer-songwriter named Homer. Heracles, the original Greek superhero, has a cameo in the Odyssey when Odysseus visits the underworld.

Myceanaen warrior.

Meanwhile, back in the Ukraine after centuries, the migratory Yamnaya descendants were now riding horses and raiding cattle and women from neighbors. They had become the heavily tattooed Scythians, named for a tool used to harvest hemp. Herodotus was the first to document their love for cannabis intoxication.

Although separated by centuries, the myths of Myceanae and Scythia both involve Heracles, a Greek who traveled to Scythia and met a half-woman-half snake creature who forced him to have sex, resulting in the founding of a Scythian royal family that would rule the steppes for centuries before becoming the prize mercenaries of Rome.

Scythian prince.

In Greece, cannabis fumes for divination was kept secret and made part of the Eleusinian mysteries, while in Scythia cannabis was openly enjoyed. Socrates was famous for cannabis fumigation and accused of corrupting the youth while violating the secrets of the mysteries. Socrates was so offended by the charges that he refused to back down and voluntarily drank the poison they were threatening him with.

The major difference in spirituality between the two cultures was Scythian priests were men who spoke and sang in falsetto and wore priestess robes, not pants like all other Scythians. The priests carried scepters and had antler headdresses. Deer was an important food source and considered spiritual and part of Scythian mythology. Many deer ornaments were fashioned out of gold, although it appears the best work may have been done by Greek goldsmiths living along the banks of the Black Sea.

Scythian deer ornament.

In Greece, however, everyone wore robes as they considered pants backward and unrefined. But Scythians were raised as mounted warriors from birth, and pants were essential for riding. Girls and boys were raised collectively by blinded slaves and were indistinguishable in battle, giving rise to the myth they were a tribe of woman, the Amazons.

Saints of the Grail cards in production

I often get mired in a project before I realize why I am doing it, like Dreyfus in Close Encounters. Anyone watching me here knows I’ve been obsessed with creating a deck of Tarot cards showing my Saints of the Grail, which is my rampage through the history of Western culture and spirituality,  tracing the most important influencers, starting with Heracles.

My subjects all really walked the earth, so no Jesus, Zeus or Thor. Heracles comes first. Despite all the mythic magic stories, Heracles began in ancient Yamnaya, where horses were domesticated and bronze smelted in the shadow of Mount Elbrus, where Prometheus would eventually be born. The original story is based on the first great king, who became enshrined through Scythian culture documented by Greek Herodotus.

There are 60 saints and two demons. Many of my favorite artists are included in the deck.

Very few living people, however. You typically must die to be sanctified. Dylan and Patti Smith are there, however. I was planning to send out a few decks to close personal friends for Christmas, but now realize there are two names I should add to the list. When I started a Substack after Bozo called me a serial predator, I activated an awards system, where people can send money. Never paid any attention to it, never made up any awards, never expected anyone to send me money.

But, amazingly, two people have sent me $100 each.

I guess I should probably add the deck as a reward.

Holy Knight Defenders of the True Story of the Grail

Everyone knows the nation has been swamped by a crisis in violence, although nobody seems to know how to fix the problem. Much trauma today can be traced to the insane war on drugs that continued for decades and we have casualties on both sides. It never should have happened. Cannabis is the world’s greatest medicine and there was no need to destroy lives over a healing plant that grows everywhere.

My current mission is to build Dizzyhippieland (working title), a dogma-free ceremony site for helping those with PTSD. I will start by erecting a memorial to the victims of the war on drugs, including law enforcement officers killed and injured, as well as growers and users of marijuana.

The plan is to recruit 12 of the coolest people in the world. These volunteers will build and occupy their own hobbit homes around a lake or riverbank. There will be bike trails through the forest lit by LED lights that one can ride day and night. (My primary vehicle is a solar-powered trike called the Elf. I already have a fleet of them ready to move to the site, as well as a fleet of pedal boats.) These are the rides at Hippiedizzyland. No cars or combustion engines allowed inside and everything will be solar powered. The volunteers will be allowed to rent out their homes and/or use them to vend arts and crafts.

In April, I’ll unveil my new 420 ritual. Although I never got credit for spearheading 420, I was the first person to create 420 ceremonies outside Marin County. My new 420 ritual is based on Peter Schumann’s puppet theater and you can find an elaborate script on my Facebook page.

I was 16 when I founded my first counterculture publication in Urbana, Illinois. Ours was a fascinating town stuffed with colorful characters. Johnny Roselli was a frequent visitor as the 20-something who inherited the local TV station and newspaper was his favorite mistress. Chicago “men of honor” came down often to shoot quail in the cornfields.

More important to me, the town was a seething hotbed of revolutionary thought. This energy got focussed at the Unitarian Church on campus. A beatnik coffeeshop called The Red Herring opened in the basement.

My tribe created garage rock. I went from a shy wallflower with no friends to having supreme confidence with my new trajectory in life. The power and glory of music should not be underestimated. Music, math and spirituality ride together.

I witnessed the full illumination of the biggest local rock star Jim Cole. He transformed quick after his first public performance on the sidewalk of Green Street. Watching the footage of early Elvis on his toes, his entire body charged with electric energy, reminded me of Jim. He reached an illuminated state while his life became performance art.

Where did this power come from? Every super hottie in the twin cities wanted to eat Jim alive and they squealed with delight during his performances. Jim wasn’t the only one in the band soaking up those juices. The 15-year-old guitar player Mark Warwick wrote “Only Me,” one of the first psychedelic rock songs. The next year, I created The Tin Whistle.

After I moved to NYC, I got into punk, because I understood the connection between punk and garage rock. I founded the Soul Assassins and began creating psychopunkadelia.

Then I landed at the dying High Times, which I quickly turned into the magazine success story of the 1990s. Everything I did while at High Times was recorded on video and I hold the only copies of the footage. I kept notes, letters, audio and video tape, photos, and original art from 1964 until the present. It represents the world’s most valuable counterculture archive and is income-producing. The archive will be moving to the Church of the Holy Grail at Dizzyhippieland.

Most of the so-called cannabis churches today are hoodwinks working out-dated dogmas. I gag when I see people calling themselves “reverend this or that” or “Weed Jesus.”

I provide something different: real enlightenment. I have ransacked the history of religion and magic and distilled the ancient wisdom down to its ultimate essence. First, let your mind be free of all dogma. There is only one rule: don’t hurt anybody. Once you strip away the fake dogma, you can follow your heart, where the real Bible is already written.

My revival movement involves spreading peace culture. My ceremonies are always free to attend. I hand out hymnals and do singalongs of my spirituals, which are dogma-free.

If not for prohibition, I believe we’d have a lot more weed spirituals. You can find my hymns on my Youtube site under The Seeds of Doubt. Check out my anthem, In Search of the Grail. The real secret of the grail saga was not the cup itself but the medicine that went inside, an elixir capable of bringing peace to the kingdom. The grail story is really about the power of cannabis to bring peace.

Enter the Grail

“If knightly deeds, with shield and lance, can win fame for one’s Earthly self, yet also Paradise for one’s soul, then the chivalric life has been my one desire.” ….You are Parsifal! Your name means: Pierce-through-the-heart!…..Wolfram von Eschenback, 1205

Parzival und Condviramur. Handschrift aus der Werkstatt von Diebold Lauber, 1443

The grail saga first appeared in print In 1190, when Irish poet Chretien wrote Perceval or the Story of the Grail.  Understand, however, the story is much older, and was carried for centuries across Europe by wandering troubadours, the rock stars of their day. Real spirituality moves through music, and troubadours were some of the greatest performers not under Vatican supervison. For centuries, the Vatican claimed a monopoly on musical composition. And what many fail to realize is some of the first secular composers were also cannabis users. Some were involved in a movement called “The Society of Smokers,” whose song lyrics involved lines like “I love my smoke.” History has failed to identify what that smoke was, and it’s often mistaken for a reference to opium when it is obviously cannabis they were crooning about.

As this illustration shows, troubadours were not typically solo acts. The best players always prefer to work with other good players (on different instruments) because spirituality moves through telepathy, and the quality of your combo along with the quality of your audience greatly enhances the quality of your performance.

The Commedia dell’arte style of improvisational theater sprang later on from these troubadours, so it’s likely some were doing jazz in the Middle Ages. Improvisation is a doorway to spirituality, but the mainstream tends to despise its powers, preferring total control, lest more slip off the leash. No doubt that’s why they were so opposed to the Cathars, and also opposed to jazz when it emerged in New Orleans. And it was obvious there was a cannabis connection to Congo Square as well as the Cathars, although that’s been mostly wiped out of history.

Wolfram von Eschenback was a knight, composer, singer and lyre player in Germany, and also one of the first to put the grail story on paper. Since Wolfram was illiterate, the song had to be dictated. Wolfram was also the Bob Dylan of his era.

One glaring and notable detail in his grail story is the total absence of Jesus Christ. And that’s because the grail story did not start with Christians, but originated much earlier in ancient Scythia. The story was embellished by the Manichaeans, who were virtually extinguished from Europe in the 6th century by an ethnic cleansing perpetrated by the Vatican. Although all texts and records of the Manichaeans were disappeared, the culture went underground, and continued on only through the efforts of troubadours like Eschenback.

Scythian culture was immensely savage, and had to be tamed as it evolved through Zoroastrianism and Manichaeism. The tempering was accomplished through the rise of a concept called chivalry. Armored knights had a responsibility to behave in a decent manner, and that was especially true when upholding the rights of the weaker sex. Chivalry ran on love power.

The quest for the grail is the knight’s rite of passage, in which he is transformed into a fully empathetic being, something accomplished by learning the secrets of the grail.

Around 1100, the Cathars appear across Europe, creating cities and villages, mostly in France and Germany. Their name meant “pure ones” in Greek. But when the Pope of Rome realized the Cathars were the dreaded Manichaeans rising from the grave, he launched the first crusade in Catholic history to demolish all their cities and towns while murdering all the occupants. No matter if a few Catholics lived there too, the Pope wanted everyone exposed eliminated. The Inquisition followed to clean up any traces. The only surviving history of any Cathars are edited confessions extracted through torture before death, none of which can be trusted as real. But it’s the same story for anything about Manichaeans. The only documents detailing their history come from persecutors.

One thing you’ll notice about cannabis as it secretly marches through history, the world’s most persecuted plant. Wherever you find cannabis use, you’ll find songs written about it, a line that stretches back through the ages to ancient Scythia and continues through early jazz, rock and hip hop. And that’s because real spirituality moves through music, and not through repressions.

The smoker smokes through smoke,
A smoky speculation.
While others smoke in thought,
The smoker smokes through smoke,
Because smoke pleases him greatly
As he meditates.
The smoker smokes through smoke,
A smoky speculation.

Fumeux fume by Solage, circa 1370

The Zoroastrian Magi were responsible for a great awakening in science and spirituality. My theory is this was fueled by Improvisational Ritual Theater. The Magi rituals were greatly influenced by the Scythian Enarree, who were a hubridization of gay draq queens and asthetic priests, and the Scythian ideas about energy flowed like a mighty river through everything that followed, and this river can be rafted by following the spread of OM/Amen, which spread the core principles of the Scythian culture, including the fumigation of cannabis to divine the will of the gods.

Sadly, when a great reformer arose who sought to elevate the Magi religion by blending it with Buddhism and Christianity, the Magi conspired to have him killed. Mani was wiped off the face of the earth even though he was the most popular religious leader after Buddha, and was considered the incarnation of Buddha in China and India.

Mani was jailed until he expired, and then decapitated, and all his followers who didn’t recant and join some other religion were put to the sword to prevent the flow of his ideas. A thousand films about the fictional Jesus, but not one movie about Mani, who was the real Jesus.

This genocide repeated centuries later when the Pope of Rome launched the.first Crusade, one that lasted almost a century because they had to keep going back to kill every sprout.

The genocidal extermination of the Cathars was fueled by two things: The Crusaders were allowed to seize all property and assets by the families they killed, and they didn’t even have to be Cathars, they only had to live in a village that contained some Cathars. So a great migration from Italy into Southern France took place. The kicker in the Pope’s plan, however, was that if you joined the Crusade to kill and steal land, you were given direct and immediate entry into heaven upon your death, no stopping in Purgatory.

This was an offer that could not be refused for many impoverished warriors in Italy, and it minted many rich barons almost overnight.

The Enaree became known many centuries later as the Perfecti. They were vegans, could hold no property, swear no oaths, and could not have sex.

Strange the inner circle of the Cathars also became known as the Perfecti, and only strange because this fact occurs nowhere in our history books. Women as well as men could become Perfecti through a oath-taking ceremony. All others could eat cheese and meat, marry and have families. The others were expected to take care of the Perfecti, providing free food and shelter in exchange for song, poetry and art.

Most everything we know about Mani is wrong because everything real was destroyed and what survived was the propaganda of Augustine the Hippo, who spent nine years as a follower of Mani and then suddenly switched sides to the Vatican.  When this sort of propaganda is installed as the only source of truth through a genocide that stretched for millennia, it is usually a sign that something very important was being erased.

But erasing Mani didn’t work because it created the Bogomils in the Balkans, and then the Cathars in France. The remnants of the culture survives only in the myth of the holy grail, the central myth going back to the Enarree. A golden cup fell from the sky and only the true king could pick it up because it was hotter than a red-hot stove. And if my work ever gets popular the world might see another emergence of the Enarree and improvisational theater as the best way to do ceremonies with zero dogma attached beyond don’t hurt anybody.

There is an astronomical disparity between the two: while there are millions of depictions of Jesus spanning two millennia of global history, there are less than 100 known surviving historical artworks explicitly depicting the prophet Mani.

Mani was an artist himself and explicitly used a “Book of Pictures” (Arzhang) to teach his faith. However, centuries of brutal, systematic persecution by the Roman Empire, the Sasanian Persian Empire, Islamic caliphates, and Chinese imperial dynasties successfully wiped out almost all Manichaean art.

Historical records indicate Mani was not crucified; he died in 274/277 CE from exhaustion and heavy chaining after 26 days in a Sasanian prison. While Manichaeans poetically referred to his death as his “crucifixion” to parallel Jesus’ story, his followers preferred to depict him in glory as the “Buddha of Light” rather than showing him being tortured.

The Only Surviving Statue: The Statue of Mani at Cao’an Temple (Fujian, China): Carved around 1339 CE into a living cliff face inside the Cao’an Temple, this is the only known intact historical statue of Mani in existence. To escape imperial persecution, the local Chinese Manichaeans disguised the statue as a Buddhist monument, rendering Mani as the “Buddha of Light” (Moni Guangfo). Instead of having the traditional curly hair of a standard Buddha, this granite statue features unique Manichaean identifiers: straight hair draped over his shoulders, a distinct beard, and palms facing upward resting on his lap.

Surviving Paintings and Drawings (Approx. 25–35 Pieces): The remaining visual representations of Mani are scattered across rare manuscript fragments, hanging scrolls, and cosmological diagrams:

1. The Southern Chinese Silk Paintings (approx. 8 scrolls): Discovered in the 21st century, these rare 12th-to-15th-century hanging scrolls were preserved in Japanese temples and private collections. They include: An explicit, standalone Icon of Mani depicting him seated on a lotus throne. Narrative scrolls depicting his life, such as Mani’s Parents, The Birth of Mani, and Episodes from Mani’s Missionary Work.

The Manichaean Diagram of the Universe (1 scroll): A massive 14th-century Chinese painting depicting the complex layers of Manichaean cosmology. It includes a specific portrait detail commonly referred to as “Mani as Observer” or “Mani as the Buddha of Light”.

3. Turpan Manuscript Illusions and Wall Paintings (approx. 10–20 fragments): Recovered from the ruins of Gaochang (modern Xinjiang, China) by early 20th-century expeditions, these 8th-to-9th-century illuminated fragments are now preserved largely in the Berlin Asian Art Museum. Several include tiny miniature paintings of Mani wearing white robes and a unique tall tiara, surrounded by his Perfecti.

4. Non-Manichaean Miniature Art (Fewer than 5): A small handful of later Islamic and Persian Shahnameh (Book of Kings) manuscript illustrations depicting Mani, usually focusing on his legendary reputation as a master painter or his execution by the Sasanian state.

 

 

 

The Real Secret of the Holy Grail

Mani was the greatest avatar of the ancient world and also the greatest portrait painter and calligrapher. He inspired the greatest religious revival of his time, but did not wear expensive robes, nor cultivate toadies. What Mani did was successfully integrate the best of Zoroastrianism, Judaism, Buddhism and Christianity. Mani’s bible equated spiritual energy with light, and considered the light of the sun as Jehovah, and light of the moon as Jesus.
Mani used the Zoroastrian sacrament of mixing hot milk with cannabis flower to heal the blind and lame, serving this elixir in a sacred chalice. The origins of the grail story start in ancient Scythia, long before Mani’s time, and centuries before the arrival of Jesus. Mani lived several hundred years after the mythical birth of Jesus, but he was the most famous Gnostic of his time, and considered himself one of Christ’s appointed agents on earth, just as many Buddhists in India considered him the living Buddha.
Execution of Mani

Mani was lured back to Persia under false pretense, skinned alive and decapitated for the crime of trying to end war over religion. The gate in Persia where his head was put on a pike still bears his name, although nobody seems to know anything about him. That gate is his only trace.

A holocaust soon followed on Mani’s followers, and it did successfully tamp down his philosophy for centuries, but eventually, all across Europe, a movement very similar to Mani’s appeared. It became known as Catharism. It had no leader. Cathars rejected the crass commercialization of Rome 300 years before Martin Luther came to similar conclusions. They believed in a connection between light and spiritual energy, and worshipped a form of Christianity with a Buddhist flavor, rejecting heaven and hell for reincarnation, just like Manichaeism.

The Pope in Rome at first tried to negotiate with the Cathars in France, around Languedoc. After that failed, he declared the first crusade, the Albigensian Crusade, which could have been an even bigger and more horrific ethnic cleansing than Mani’s. The closest thing I can imagine is the Rape of Nanking. Entire towns were destroyed, women and children raped, and then murdered. It didn’t matter if one was Cathar or Catholic. “Let God sort them out,” said the evil Pope.
 
The last hold-outs were in Montsegur. In 1244, their fort was stormed after a brutal 10-month seige. The 200 inhabitants were thrown on a bonfire.
 
But the night before the siege ended, a small group successfully slipped through enemy lines, carrying their greatest treasure to safety, a green-stained goblet. Perhaps this was an actual artifact from Mani, and if so, would have been the sole surviving possession from the greatest avatar of the ancient world.
 

Monument to the murdered Cathars.

Many decades earlier, Wolfram von Eschenbach wrote Parzival, a search for the grail. His grail castle is called Monsalvat, which is similar to Montségur and has the same meaning: “safe mountain.”

The book Crusade Against the Grail by Otto Rahn in the 1930s revived interest in the connection between Catharism and the Holy Grail, and painted Parzival as a veiled account of the Cathars. That research fascinated Heinrich Himmler, who made Rahn an archaeologist in the SS, which, later, helped inspire Raiders of the Lost Ark.
 
It’s a bit lonely connecting these dots from Scythians to Zoroastrians to Mani to Catharism to Raiders of the Lost Ark. It’s been a solo adventure, but I’m hoping others will pick up and follow the trail. This is the true secret of the holy grail. It’s not about the actual chalice but the elixir that went inside.
Eventually the real story has to get out.

Treasure of the Holy Grail

The Kernosovskiy idol is a Yamnaya Kurgan stelae, dated to the 3rd millenium BC. It was discovered in 1973 in the village of Kernosivka in Dnepropetrovsk, Ukraine. Five schoolchildren from the village accidentally found him in a silo trench.

Act One: The Year is 5,000 BC

The Yamyana are a warrior tribe and males and females use bows and arrows from birth with great accuracy. The will travel in hemp-covered wagons, and become fantastically tattooed all over from a young age, and wear golden armor. This is the tribe that invented the wheel, domesticated the horse, and forged the Silk Road from Europe to China. Eventually, they will be called Scythians after the tool used to harvest hemp.

Their coming-of-age ritual is to kill an enemy in battle and drink his hot blood from his skull cap. Not so difficult when you understand the enemy is on foot and carries a battle ax, while the Scythian rides a horse and shoots with a recumbent bow, the tommy gun of the steppes.

The skull cap is encased in gold and used for future ceremonies. The Scythians especially love sweat lodges fumigated with cannabis flowers. Herodotus documents their ritual of drinking blood from their enemy’s decapitated skull cap. Much later, this same grisly ritual will be observed in Italy, practiced by the pagan Lombards.

The Lombard skull cups had gold cradles and bases and were well-known and well documented.

The Lombard skull cups had gold cradles and bases and were well-known and well documented.

The Scythians blind slaves they keep and send any offspring they produce to live with other clans. Children are raised in groups and do not know their actual parents, but treat all adults in the tribe as their parents. Anyone can make love with anyone, and a bow and quiver on the door of a wagon signifies copulation in progress.

One day, a young gay Scythian, who does not participate in battle, and who abhors the slave trade, discovers ground cannabis flowers mixed with hot milk has a greater effect than inhaling cannabis fumes in a sweat lodge, which is what everyone else is doing. He shares this concoction with his blind father and his father’s sight miraculously returns.

Golden cups are soon filled with cannabis and milk and not blood, thanks to revelations achieved through this new sacrament. The gay Scythian becomes the head Enaree, or shaman.

Act Two: The Year is 5,000 AD

The secrets of the young gay Scythian have long been lost, and the kingdom has been in perpetual war ever since. The king assembles his best knights and commands them to find the secret that will bring peace to the kingdom, which according to ancient legends is a golden grail held captive in a blackened forest.

The black forest is surrounded by a vast oil-drenched wasteland, guarded by a custodian called the Fisher King, who suffers from poisonous fumes emanating from the wasteland. One of the young knights manages to cross the wasteland alive without succumbing to its effects and gains entrance to the mysterious estate and soon discovers a princess bringing a golden cup to the ailing king in order to keep him alive. He discovers it is not really the cup that is important, but the medicine that goes inside.

The knight returns with the recipe for the sacrament and the concoction soon brings peace to the kingdom, while inspiring great creativity and frivolity.