Thought for the day: "I think my chicken coop is haunted – it has a poultry geist"
May have been busy today ... pressing a few CD's and printing.
Managed to get the sleeve notes done at last to include in the CD...
So, ready to send out to a couple of people ...
In other news...
On This Day 29 December 1170 Archbishop of Canterbury, Thomas Becket, was murdered in his own cathedral by four knights, believing they were acting on direct orders from King Henry II. He subsequently became a saint and martyr in both the Anglican Church and the Roman Catholic Church.
Upon hearing reports of Becket's actions of excommunication, Henry is said to have uttered words that were interpreted by his men as wishing Becket killed. Contemporary biographer Edward Grim, writing in Latin, who gives us "What miserable drones and traitors have I nourished and brought up in my household, who let their lord be treated with such shameful contempt by a low-born cleric?"
Whatever Henry said, it was interpreted as a royal command, and four knights, Reginald fitzUrse, Hugh de Morville, William de Tracy, and Richard le Breton, wielding drawn swords in Canterbury Cathedral, murdered Archbishop Thomas Becket in a spot near a door to the monastic cloister, the stairs into the crypt, and the stairs leading up into the quire of the cathedral, where the monks were chanting vespers.
This is an account from Edward Grim
of how the four knights murdered Archbishop Thomas Becket:
"...The wicked knight leapt suddenly upon him, cutting off the top of the crown which the unction of sacred chrism had dedicated to God. Next he received a second blow on the head, but still he stood firm and immovable. At the third blow he fell on his knees and elbows, offering himself a living sacrifice, and saying in a low voice, 'For the name of Jesus and the protection of the Church, I am ready to embrace death.' But the third knight inflicted a terrible wound as he lay prostrate. By this stroke, the crown of his head was separated from the head in such a way that the blood white with the brain, and the brain no less red from the blood, dyed the floor of the cathedral. The same clerk who had entered with the knights placed his foot on the neck of the holy priest and precious martyr, and, horrible to relate, scattered the brains and blood about the pavements, crying to the others, 'Let us away, knights; this fellow will arise no more."
And so we got the Commemorative Order of of St. Thomas of Acon.... Another Masonic Order..
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Saw this little missive for those who are challenged in their approach to gender issues in language ...
Enjoy the end of 2018 ....
Cheers !
