{"id":4428,"date":"2010-04-14T23:43:00","date_gmt":"2010-04-14T23:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2010\/04\/14\/i-may-be-going-out-on-a-limb-here-but-you-dont-seem-like-a-happy-camper"},"modified":"2020-10-03T05:48:28","modified_gmt":"2020-10-03T12:48:28","slug":"i-may-be-going-out-on-a-limb-here-but-you-dont-seem-like-a-happy-camper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=4428","title":{"rendered":"I may be going out on a limb here, but you don&#8217;t seem like a happy camper&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>The story begins with the King as a boy having to spend the night alone in a forest to prove his courage so he can become King.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>While he&#8217;s spending the night alone&#8230;.he is visited by a sacred vision. Out of the campfire appears the Holy Grail&#8230;the symbol of God&#8217;s divine grace.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>And a voice said to the boy<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>&nbsp;&#8221; You shall be keeper of the Grail so that it may heal the hearts of men&#8221;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>But the boy was blinded by greater visions of a life filled with power and glory and beauty.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>In this state of radical amazement, he felt for a brief moment not like a boy&#8230;but invincible. like God.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>So he reached into the fire to take the grail&#8230;and the grail vanished, leaving him with his hand in the fire to be terribly wounded.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>Now as this boy grew older, his wound grew deeper, until one day, life for him lost its reason.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>He had no faith in any man, not even in himself.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>He couldn&#8217;t love, or feel loved.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>he was sick with experience.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>He began to die.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>One day, a fool wandered into the castle, and found the King alone.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>Being a fool, he was simpleminded. He didn&#8217;t see a King.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>He only saw a man alone, and in pain.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>He asked the King &#8220;What ails you friend?&#8221;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>The King replied&#8230;.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>&#8220;I&#8217;m thirsty. I need some water to cool my throat.&#8221;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>&nbsp;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>So the fool took a cup from beside his bed, and filled it with water&#8230;and handed it to the King.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>As the King began to drink, he realized that his wound was healed. He looked in his hands, and there was the Holy Grail&#8230;.that which he sought all his life.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>He turned to the fool and said with amazement&#8230;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>&#8221; How could you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?&#8221;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>&nbsp;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>The fool replied, &#8221; I don&#8217;t know&#8230;I only knew that you were thirsty&#8221;<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><i><b>-The Fisher King<\/b><\/i><\/div>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The story begins with the King as a boy having to spend the night alone [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"googlesitekit_rrm_CAowqprcCw:productID":"","_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7315],"tags":[2133493],"class_list":["post-4428","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-day-in-the-life","tag-the-fisher-king"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p99I7P-19q","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4428","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4428"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4428\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12958,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4428\/revisions\/12958"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}