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Foreword<br />

In 1976, I was granted a chance to study with the late<br />

Dame Frances Yates at the Warburg Institute near the<br />

University of London. Yates, the author of a number of<br />

definitive works on the Renaissance, was greatly celebrated<br />

for her research techniques and writing style. She<br />

stood about five foot ten in her stocking feet, I know this<br />

because she often took off her shoes in her office. In spite<br />

of her eccentricity, exemplified by chain-smoking and a<br />

preoccupation with leopard-skin pill box hats, I was fairly<br />

sure I was in the presence of genius. Anyone who<br />

attended even one of her lectures will know what I mean.<br />

I have no idea why she selected me but, as she told me<br />

privately, I was the kind of American she liked. She<br />

didn’t like my preoccupation with “secret societies” and<br />

“hocus-pocus,” but she thought I was fresh and at least<br />

on the right track. She confided eventually that she<br />

expressed a distaste for American academics, finding them<br />

even stuffier than the British.<br />

Dame Frances could speak three live, and two dead,<br />

languages interchangeably. She could drain you of your<br />

last intellectual breath one minute then pick you up and<br />

race you to the heights of intellectual quest the next. This<br />

was obviously good for me. She gave me an insight into<br />

the tools and discipline I would need and encouraged me<br />

to continue. I regret she could not see the finished work.<br />

Between 1970 and 1982 I managed to visit and film<br />

most of the sites covered in the academic literature, at<br />

least once. I was sure I was observing traces of an organized<br />

archaic religion — possibly traces of a global<br />

Paleolithic religion — that could prove to be the oldest<br />

on Earth. I could clearly see that the Round Table myths<br />

were not Christian, at least not originally. This realization<br />

led me into a wandering state of shock, something<br />

everyone, tangled in the Grail web, must experience.<br />

Because I went through the Zen monastery system in<br />

California, I realized the exhilaration I was feeling was a<br />

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