by Larry Lounsbury

Created on: September 15, 2010

Stone of Destiny’s Real King?

The Stone of Destiny is not only a Celtic Myth, but a literal historical piece of World History. Its existence not only verifies the deep national pride of Ireland, but the entire British nation, as well.

The lighted mists continue to row in from the seas, engulfing the hills and dales of Ireland and Scotland. The cauldron of Celtic Myth, like the crucible of America’s melting pot, contains the primordial ingredients that make up mankind. Who can tell the date of the first coming of the stone of destiny?  I had begun to hear about of the Stone of Destiny as a little child. King Arthur’s tale of the round table wove a sense of knightly pride into my blood, for many of my ancestors had come from Great Britain. My mother’s family knew the Kennedy’s, and my father’s ancestor William Pennoyer was part of a company of merchant adventurers that had begun before the United States had formed. His company of two warships, the Paramour and the Alum, both had plied the waters of Ireland, Africa, India, and even the coast of America before the time of the Mayflower.

To this very day, his company is still a livery company of London. My Scottish wife has a grandmother from Atrium, and it was from her line that the Lord of the Horse emerged! Her ancestor was called Mac Each-thighearna, Son of the Horse Lord . A tradition of how the MacEcacherns arrived in Kintyre (in the twelve century) is preserved in the “Manuscript of Craignish.” Craignish is said to have said, “He would rest and take up residence wherever the bucking ropes or wreaths of his baggage first broke." This saga was said to have occurred at Killellan, and he and his followers unsheathed their swords and without further ceremonies dispossessed the possessor by force of arms.

My wife's town, called Campbeltown, bears the same name as a cousin of mine called Campbell, from Auburn, New York. I remembered my Dad taking me to Syracuse to meet Robert Kennedy at Electronics Parkway. Then that dream of another Camelot was ripped to shreds. I later learned that my mother’s Roman blood contained the lines of Capone. People were always trying to usurp the throne of a king. I thought of the stone, and of the sword in the stone; were they one and the same?  It was through my English teacher, who first assigned me to read The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkien, that I began to wonder just how many accounts in Celtic Myth were actually

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