Holy Grail BlogCommentsSickertcode said:Keith,Ive looked at your Google Earth image of Birch Island at the link you provided in the above post and Ill say that the man-made impression looks more like a MITRE-SQUARE than it does a triangle. Take the coastline as the square. Its a perfect right angle. With the triangle, it forms a perfect mitre-square symbol of the Masons visible from the air.You really do have something there. Masons marking their territory, couldnt resist using an island nearby with a right angle coastline.M. Dericci said:Interesting to see that Birch Island is owned by CHRISTOPHER ONDAATJE, brother of Michael English Patient Ondaatje. The English Patient deals with archeologists in Egypt. Wasnt the inscribed stone prophyry, which is found in Egypt, and was it really written in Egyptian-Coptic?Sir HENRY Sinclair of Rosslyn who came to Canada pre-Columbus was from a family of the neo-Templar SCOTS GUARD and Mary Jane Kelly of Ripper fame said she had a brother Henry who was a Scots Guard. Was she trying to tell people she was related to Henry Sinclair? Was the treasure for the prophesied return of King Arthur?Jessica Melchiore, the antiques dealer turned Bloodline researcher from Vienna, read the comments and knew she recognized the author.It was David; she was sure of it! Arthur David Burton, the American thief she'd met in an international Alternate Reality Game. He was playing his little games, using different identities, Sickertcode and M. Dericci, different avatars. His posts on the Holy Grail blog were typical of him. He was always looking for treasure wherever he could find it and he was always looking for an angle. His replies were to someone with username Oak Island who was obviously an Oak Island researcher named Keith who specialized in nearby Birch Island. He was even on an Oak Island forum talking about getting involved with Keith in his Birch Island investigation.It was in the form of a Dear Diary. It was one of his little games.Two could play at that game. Oak Island Forum Recommended ReadingMy Davinci Code Diary by Ironside Entry #40Marco and I went for Chinese food. All he could talk about was how the Chinese arrived in Cape Breton before Columbus. When I opened my fortune cookie, it said,"A routine activity will lead to an enchanting adventure". Fat chance!Entry #42 Marco bought that scrubby island without telling me. I only found out when a letter arrived today from a man named Kieth Nolan (name changed) who wanted to take soil samples on the island.Marco says the island will make a great island getaway. I should give it a chance. Maybe this will be my "enchanting adventure".Entry #43The fortune cookie might have been right but not the way I thought. "Routine activity" of web surfing led me to the "enchanting" knowledge that our new island was a secret repository for hidden treasure, pirates gold, Templar riches and the Holy Grail. "A routine activity will lead to an enchanting adventure". Not treasure hunting, but divorce and freedom. That's how the cookie crumbles.Entry #48Marco wants me to come to the island with him to see the new living quarters he and his partners built. Next weekend is supposed to be sunny and perfect weather for treasure hunting. Topless! He wants me to use my breasts as divining rods to locate the resting place of the Holy Grail. Some Irish Grail hunter in Southern Ontario has a field partner and girlfriend from the Pyrenees who does the same thing. She exposes herself in the field at their archeological sites because, supposedly, a female's mammaries are attuned to the holy remnants of the Sangreal. I must be really far from the Grail right now because I'm not feeling any sensations yet. :wink:Entry # 53Second day on the island and still no tingling in the Grail Spot. Not even when I'm standing in the middle of the Birch Island triangle. I did get goosebumps when I looked at an aerial photo of the island and got a bird's eye view of the mysterious triangle. It felt like I was looking at classified NASA phtos of the Face On Mars. From certain angles, the triangle looked more like a mitre square. I knew about mitre squares because a genealogist once told me I might be connected to one of the Jack the Ripper victims who had a child with a Freemason. One of her children was the first wife of my great grandfather who emigrated to Winnipeg from Scotland with his second wife in the early 1900s. I'm must look into it and study Masonic lore of the parallel orders, if and when Marco is finished looking for sunken coffer dams, underwater wharfs, hidden tunnels and other evidence of the Masons or Aliens on Birch Island.Michael Ondaatje's brother Christopher is the real owner the island... The English Patient is my favorite book and movie (watched it 20 times). Postby GrailKnight7 Christopher Ondaatje used to live in my hometown of Toronto. He was a well known Bobsledder/Stockbroker who had a fascination with leopards. Last I heard he had moved to England and became a Knight (although not a fellow Grail Knight).I always thought that Birch Island was owned by a mysterious woman named De Ricci? I heard that she is actually descended from a De Ricci who accompanied Antonio Zeno & Henry Sinclair to Nova Scotia in 1398. Apparently she discovered some ancient parchments with Templar symbols that her 32xGreat Grandfather had hidden back in Venice and within the year she had purchased Birch Island. This was apparently a number of years ago. I wonder if Marco has spoken with her?Postby Ironside Uhhhh?! :o Marco is a De Ricci. He's descended from De Riccis on his mother's side. I'm not joking. I know all about them.They were noble servants of Florentine royals but loyal to German kings. Marco's family were servants of Archduke Franz Joseph. One De Ricci married the son of Napoleon. Famous De Riccis are St. Catherine De Ricci who had stigmata and Bishop Scipione De Ricci who was turfed from the Bishop's college. Convinced?Six people have died looking for this treasure. According to legend, seven have to die. One more to go. I think I have a volunteer. Take my husband....Please.GK7, can you tell me where to find out more information on this Mrs. De Ricci? Is it in Bradley's Grail Knights of America book? The plan worked like a charm. Ironside had no idea who she was. She had him thinking she was a guy, a member of the GKoSO, the Grail Knights of Southern Ontario. She even had him believing the DeRicci story. He would tell his own brother he 'owned Oak Island'! She had him on the hook. Now she just had to reel him in.Postby GrailKnight7 Ironside wrote:QUOTE "GK7, can you tell me where to find out more information on this Mrs. De Ricci? Is it in Bradley's Grail Knights of America book? I believe it may have been a book about Francis Bacon, St. Germain and the ascended masters that I first read of Mrs. De Ricci. The book is called "Masters of the Mystical Rose: A History of the Grail Family" by Maree Moore, which I read a number of years ago.Postby IronsideBirch Island DiaryEntry #57One of the ladies from the Legion called the house asking for Mum and she couldn't say goodbye without saying something about Marco. She accused him of being a Nazi. Now I know he's a bit different from your average the Germans of Lunenburg, actually quite a lot different as I found out, but I didn't think he could be a Nazi. Then again he's looking for the Holy Grail and mumbling stuff about FDR.Postby GrailKnight7Marco has quite obviously read "Masters of the Mystical Rose" which is why he is mumbling about FDR! FDR stands for Frances De Ricci, the 19th century Rosicrucian mystic who's father was allegedly one of the latest incarnations of St. Germain! Frances was named after Francis Bacon but she was given the female spelling. Marco knows much more than he is letting on and I'm beginning to suspect that you do as well Ms. Ironside!Postby IronsideBirch Island DiaryEntry #58Mum and I have become unlikely allies. She is sure as I am there's a conspiracy afoot and her son is involved. She's calling all the ladies down at the Legion. I'm putting out calls to the Masonic lodges.We are going to get together with the ladies' auxiliary and storm the square beach of Birch Island.Oak Island ForumInbox Private Message from GrailKnightDear Ironside,Our contacts with the Freemasons of Oak Island are telling us that they are preparing a new dig. They believe the curse is over. Once Robert Stephenson fell into money pit, that meant seven men were dead and the treasure would be found. But I don't believe it's true. Is the curse really over? Has the seventh man really died? Is it true? Did Roslyn's nephew really die.Reply by IronsideHi GK,I don't know about the curse but Stephenson is definitely kaput. Tot.We were there when it happened. We saw Stephenson fall into the pit. Recently, Keith contacted us and told us his body washed into a tunnel on Birch Island. He sent Marco a picture of the body. Marco went over there to see it, day before yesterday.I'll let you know what happened when he gets back. GrailKnight read the private message and believed Ironside was telling her the truth. There was a body on Birch Island and it was being investigated.What she didn't know was that the investigator, "Marco", was really his brother, Bob.Bob had in fact gone to Birch Island to investigate. Now she would just have to wait. Soon she'd find out if Roslyn's nephew was dead or alive.On scrubby, seemingly-deserted Birch Island, Bob Marin was led through a secret passage into an underground chamber. A large native man with long hair led him into a tunnel, two and a half meters high and shored up by cribbing. The shaft angled downward about ten degrees and ran underneath the beach of the Birch Island triangle.Thirty meters down, the tunnel opened up into a large antechamber illuminated by a semi-circle of bright construction lights that blinded him momentarily.When his eyes adjusted, he could see a body lying on the ground. The body was covered in dirt and grime but he recognized Robert Stephenson. He was surely dead; no way he could have survived. But he wasn't. He was breathing, actually snoring."He's alive!" he said. "I have to tell Dave!"Bob made a move to return to the surface but he was blocked by the native who was pointing a gun at him. "Turn around, Bobby!" Bob turned back toward the dark tunnel and, from the depth, there came a sound, a noise. It sounded like growling and grunts."Keep moving!" said the native. "The Monster wants to see you!"