Outside the Roman Catholic Cathedral in Gibraltar, wearing my Stone-armour-jumper, I’ve got PDF copies of A True Christmas Miracle in hand and a sound system at the ready. I am staging a Christ-mas vigil to broadcast how 75 years ago today, The Stone of Destiny was taken from Westminster Abbey, in the wee morning hours on 25th December 1950, in fullfillment of Biblical prophecy to overturn The Stone – The British Coronation Stone. I will be giving updates throughout the day.
Introduction to my Christmas Vigil (9:30 a.m.):
The song I will be broadcasting – The Wee Magic Stane sung by Robin Hall and Jimmie Macgregor (lyrics below):
Noon Update: I have been playing it the length and breadth of Main Street, Irish Town, outside the Anglican Cathedral and into Ocean Village.
This afternoon, I encountered Valerie and the GibSams crew.
Listen to my final report of the day (3:00 p.m.):
A special thanks are in order for all those volunteer workers at Gibsams for putting on this very kind spirited event for the community and giving their support throughout the year for those who need a lending ear.
The Real Coronation Stone was never returned –
Learn and share this amazing history. Embrace the future:
Jacob’s Pillar – Stone The Stone of Destiny
LYRICS – THE WEE MAGIC STANE
(John McEvoy)
Oh the Dean o’ Westminster wis a powerful man,
He held a’ the strings o’ the state in his hand.
But with a’ this great business it flustered him nane,
Till some rogues ran away wi’ his wee ma-gic stane.”
cho: Wi’ a too-ra-li-oor-a-li-oor-a-li-ay.”
Noo the stane had great pow’rs that could dae such a thing
And withoot it, it seemed, we’d be wantin’ a king,
So he called in the polis and gave this decree–
“Go an’ hunt oot the Stane and return it tae me.”
So the polis went beetlin’ up tae the North
They huntit the Clyde and they huntit’ the Forth [ie, west & east]
But the wild folk up yonder jist kiddit them a’
Fur they didnae believe it wis magic at a’.
Noo the Provost o’ Glesga, Sir Victor by name,
Was awfy pit oot when he heard o’ the Stane
So he offered the statues that staun in the Square [made of stone]
That the high churches’ masons might mak a few mair.
When the Dean o’ Westminster wi’ this was acquaint,
He sent for Sir Victor and made him a saint,
“Now it’s no use you sending your statues down heah” [English accent]
Said the Dean, “But you’ve given me a jolly good ideah.”
So he quarried a stane o’ the very same stuff
An’ he dressed it a’ up till it looked like enough
Then he sent for the Press and announced that the Stane
Had been found and returned to Westminster again.
When the reivers found oot what Westminster had done, [thieves]
They went aboot diggin’ up stanes by the ton
And fur each wan they feenished they entered the claim
That THIS was the true and original stane.
Noo the cream o’ the joke still remains tae be tellt,
Fur the bloke that was turnin’ them aff on the belt
At the peak o’ production was so sorely pressed
That the real yin got bunged in alang wi’ the rest.
So if ever ye come on a stane wi’ a ring
Jist sit yersel’ doon and appoint yersel King
Fur there’s nane wud be able to challenge yir claim
That ye’d croont yersel King on the Destiny Stane.