Tag: Edgar Allen Poe

The Connection Between E.A.P and the Priory of Sion

Tonight, for no apparent reason, I pulled The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe off my closet shelf and opened it to a short story titled, MS. Found in a Bottle.

After reading the story, which is about a man who’s on a ship that almost sinks after water washes over the deck and floods the lower half, (the flooding kills everyone onboard except two people, and at the end of the story, the ship is whirling around getting sucked into the main drain of the ocean) I saw a short paragraph written by Poe himself.

In the picture above, Poe talks about how he wrote this story long before he found the Mercator maps. Yes, he was a visionary, ahead of his time, and probably a prophet. But, the words black rock caught my attention because I saw them somewhere before where they were included in a mystery.

Mystery solved!

The picture above is from Robert Howells book, Inside the Priory of Sion. The paragraph about Pisces talks about the commander of an imperishable ark. In Poe’s story, he was on a ship. At then end of this paragraph, it says, “Perhaps, as the commander of the imperishable ark, impassive as a column on his white rock, scrutinizing the the south, beyond the black rock.

When I first read Howell’s book, I had no idea what this meant, but now I do. There must be a humongous black rock at the North Pole, and a humongous white rock at the south pole. Whoever this commander is or was must’ve stood on the black rock at the top of the world gazing towards the south pole.

Remembering Poe

“In chemistry, the best way of separating two bodies is to add a third; in speculation, fact often agrees with fact and argument with argument until an additional well-meaning fact or argument sets everything by the ears.”

Edgar Allen Poe

I loved English class in school, especially as I got older. In high school we were introduced to the rich creativity of authors like Edgar Allen Poe, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Shakespeare, and so on. But honestly, it took over 20 years for me to understand and wrap my head around Poe’s work. In school, I loved his work, but I never knew why. Now, I know.

Like JFK, Poe was another man from Boston who was murdered at a young age (40). His death was also surrounded in mystery. Some say he was sick, but there’s a lot of information out there indicating head trauma. That quote above is true on many levels and in many fields. He was without a doubt intelligent, open-minded, and in possession of a highly developed mind.