Monday, November 13, 2006

Free Masonry
















Freemasonry, though not a religion, is essentially religious. Most of its legends and allegories are of a sacred nature; much of it is woven into the structure of Christianity. We have learned to consider our own religion as the only inspired one, and this probably accounts for much of the misunderstanding in the world today concerning the place occupied by Freemasonry in the spiritual ethics of our race. A religion is a divinely inspired code of morals. A religious person is one inspired to nobler livi ng by this code. He is identified by the code which is his source of illumination. Thus we may say that a Christian is one who receives his spiritual ideals of right and wrong from the message of the Christ, while a Buddhist is one who molds his life into the archetype of morality given by the great Gautama, or one of the other Buddhas. All doctrines which seek to unfold and preserve that invisible spark in man named Spirit, are said to be spirit ual. Those which ignore this invisible element and concent rate entirely upon the visible are said to be material. There is in religion a wonderful point of balance, where the materialist and spiritist meet on the plane of logic and reason. Science and theology are two ends of a single truth, but the world will never receive the full benefit of their investigations until they have made peace with each other, and labor hand in hand for the accomplishment of the great work - the liberation of spirit and in telligence from the three-dimensional prison-house of ignorance, superstition, and fear. That which gives man a knowledge of himself can be inspired only by the Self - and God is the Self in all things. In truth, He is the inspiration and the thing inspired. It has been stated in Scripture that God was the Word and that the Word was made flesh. Man's task now is to make flesh reflect the glory of that Word, which is within the soul of himself. It is this task which has created the need of religion - not one faith alone but many creeds, each searching in its own way, e ach meeting the needs of individual people, each emphasizing one point above all the others. Twelve Fellow Craftsmen are exploring the four points of the compass. Are not these twelve the twelve great world religions, each seeking in its own way for that which was lost in the ages past, and the quest of which is the birthright of man? Is not the quest for Reality in a world of illusions the task for which each comes into the world? We are here to gain balance in a sphere of unbalance; to find rest in a restless thing; to unveil illusion; and to slay the dragon of our own animal natures. As David, King of Israel, gave to the hands of his son Solomon the task he could not accomplish, so each generation gives to the next the work of building the temple, or rather, rebuilding the dwelling of the Lord, which is on Mount Moriah. Truth is not lost, yet it must be sought for and found. Reality is ever-present - dimensionless yet all-prevailing. Man - creature of attitudes and desires, and servant of impressions and opinions - cannot, with the wavering unbalance of an untutored mind, learn to know that which he himself does not possess. As man attains a quality, he discovers that quality, and recognizes about him the thing newborn within himself. Man is born with eyes, yet only after long years of sorrow does he learn to see clearl y and in harmony with the Plan. He is born with senses, but only after long experience and fruitless strivings does he bring these senses to the temple and lays them as offerings upon the altar of the great Father, who alone does all things well and with understanding. Man is, in truth, born in the sin of ignorance, but with a capacity for understanding. He has a mind capable of wisdom, a heart capable of feeling, and a hand strong for the great work in life - truing the rough ashlar into the perfect sto ne. What more can any creature ask than the opportunity to prove the thing he is, the dream that inspires him, the vision that leads him on? We have no right to ask for wisdom. In whose name do we beg for understanding? By what authority do we demand happiness? None of these things is the birthright of any creature; yet all may have them, if they will cultivate within themselves the thing that they desire. There is no need of asking, nor does any Deity bow down to give man these things that he desires. Man i s given by Nature, a gift, and that gift is the privilege of labor. Through labor he learns all things. Religions are groups of people, gathered together in the labor of learning. The world is a school. We are here to learn, and our presence here proves our need of instruction. Every living creature is struggling to break the strangling bonds of limitation - that pressing narrowness which inhabits vision and leaves the life without an ideal. Every soul is engaged in a great work - the labor of personal liberation from the state of ignorance. The world is a great prison; its bars are the Unknown. And eac h is a prisoner until, at last, he earns the right to tear these bars from their moldering sockets, and pass, illuminated and inspired, into the darkness, which becomes lighted by that presence. All peoples seek the temple where God dwells, where the spirit of the great Truth illuminates the shadows of human ignorance, but they know not which way to turn nor where this temple is. The mist of dogma surrounds them. Ages of thoughtlessness bind them in. Limitation weakens them and retards their footsteps. They wander in darkness seeking light, failing to realize that the Light is in the heart of the darkness. To the few who have found Him, God is revealed. These, in turn, reveal Him to man, striving to tell ignorance the message of wisdom. But seldom does man understand the mystery that has been unveiled. He tries weakly to follow in the steps of those who have attained, but all too often finds the path more difficult than he even dreamed. So he kneels in prayer before the mountain he cannot climb, from whose top gleams the light which he is neither strong enough to reach nor wise enough to comprehend. He lives the law as he knows it, always fearing in his heart that he has not read aright the flaming letters in the sky, and that in living the letter of the Law he has murdered the spirit. Man bows humbly to the Unknown, peopling the shadows of his own ignorance with saints and saviors, ghosts and spectres, gods and demons. Ignorance fears all things, falling, terror-stricken before the passing wind. Superstition stands as the monument to ignorance, and before it kneel all who realize their own weakness; who see in all things the strength they do not possess; who give to sticks and stones the power to bruise them; who change the beauties of Nature into the dwelling place of ghouls and ogres. Wisdom fears no thing, but still bows humbly to its own Source. While superstition hates all things, wisdom, with its deeper understanding, loves all things; for it has seen the beauty, the tenderness, and the sweetness which underlie Life's mystery. Life is the span of time appointed for accomplishment. Every fleeting moment is an opportunity, and those who are great are the ones who have recognized life as the opportunity for all things. Arts, sciences, and religions are monuments standing for what humanity has already accomplished. They stand as memorials to the unfolding mind of man, and through them man acquires more efficient and more intelligent methods of attaining prescribed results. Blessed are those who can profit by the experiences of others; who, adding to that which has already been built, can make their inspiration real, their dreams practical. Those who give man the things he needs, while seldom appreciated in their own age, are later recognized as the Saviors of the human race. Masonry is a structure built upon experience. Each stone is a sequential step in the unfolding of intelligence. The shrines of Masonry are ornamented by the jewels of a thousand ages; its rituals ring with the words of enlightened seers and illuminated sages. A hundred religions have brought their gifts of wisdom to its altar. Arts and sciences unnumbered have contributed to its symbolism. It is more than a faith; it is a path of certainty. It is more than a belief; it is a fact. Masonry is a university, teaching the liberal arts and sciences of the soul to all who will attend to its words. It is a shadow of the great Atlantean Mystery School, which stood with all its splendor in the ancient City of the Golden Gates, where now the turbulent Atlantic rolls in unbroken sweep. Its chairs are seats of learning; its pillars uphold the arch of universal education, not only in material things, but also in those qualities which are of the spirit. Up on its trestleboards are inscribed the sacred truths of all nations and of all peoples, and upon those who understand its sacred depths has dawned the great Reality. Masonry is, in truth, that long-lost thing which all peoples have sought in all ages. Masonry is the common denominator as well as the common devisor of human aspiration. Most of the religions of the world are like processions: one leads, and the many follow. In the footsteps of the demigods, man follows in his search for truth and illumination. The Christian follows the gentle Nazarene up the winding slopes of Calvary. The Buddhist follows his great emancipator through his wanderings in the wilderness. The Mohammedan makes his pilgrimage across the desert sands to the black tent at Mecca. Truth leads, and ignorance follows in his train. Spirit blazes the trail, and matter follows behind. In the world today ideals live but a moment in their purity, before the gathering hosts of darkness snuff out the gleaming spark. The Mystery School, however, remains unmoved. It does not bring its light to man; man must bring his light to it. Ideals, coming into the world, become idols within a few short hours, but man, entering the gates of the sanctuary, changes the idol back to an ideal. Man is climbing an endless flight of steps, with his eyes fixed upon the goal at the top. Many cannot see the goal, and only one or two steps are visible before them. He has learned, however, one great lesson - namely, that as he builds his own character he is given strength to climb the steps. Hence a Mason is a builder of the temple of character. He is the architect of a sublime mystery - the gleaming, glowing temple of his own soul. He realizes that he best serves God when he joins with the Great Architect in building more noble structures in the universe below. All who are attempting to attain mastery through constructive efforts are Masons at heart, regardless of religious sect or belief. A Mason is not necessarily a member of a lodge. In a broad sense, he is any person who daily tries to live the Masonic life, and to serve intelligently the needs of the Great Architect. The Masonic brother pledges himself to assist all other temple-builders in whatever extremity of life; and in so doing he pledges himself to every living thing, for they are all temple-builders, building more noble structures to the glory of the universal God. The true Masonic Lodge is a Mystery School, a place where candidates are taken out of the follies and foibles of the world and instructed in the mysteries of life, relationships, and the identity of that germ of spiritual essence within, which is, in truth, the Son of God, beloved of His Father. The Mason views life seriously, realizing that every wasted moment is a lost opportunity, and that Omnipotence is gained only through earnestness and endeavor. Above all other relationships he recognizes the universal brotherhood of every living thing. The symbol of the clasped hands, explained in the Lodge, reflects his attitude towards all the world, for he is the comrade of all created things. He realizes also that his spirit is a glowing, gleaming jewel which he must enshrine within a holy temple built by the labor of his hands, the meditation of his heart, and the aspiration of his soul. Freemasonry is a philosophy which is essentially creedless. It is the truer for it. Its brothers bow to truth regardless of the bearer; they serve light, instead of wrangling over the one who brings it. In this way they prove that they are seeking to know better the will and the dictates of the Invincible One. No truer religion exists than that of world comradeship and brotherhood, for the purpose of glorifying one God and building for Him a temple of constructive attitude and noble character.

Manly P Hall

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a disgusting fat sack of trash you are. Crowley was a child molester. It's nice to know that you support child molesters. Inbred shit bag!

Andy Warhol

Anonymous said...

What's going on big mouth?

Tubulcain420 said...

BEEN BUSY DOUSCHE BAG!!!!
WHATS UP WITH YOU?
TAKING A BREAK FROM RAPING YOUR NIECES?
DONE STEALING FROM THE LODGE?
PULL THAT GAVEL OUT OF YOUR ASS YET?

HAVE THAT 33RDS NUTSACK OFF YOU GRILL YET?


YOU SEEM TO DISLIKE CHILD MOLESTERS SOOOO MUCH, WHY THEN ATTACK WIDOWS SON WHO TRIED TO GET A CHILD MOLESTER THROWN OUT OF THE FRATERNITY?

DID YOU WANT YOUR FELLOW CHILD MOLESTER PEER STILL IN THE FRAT?

GOOD JOB PUNK

Anonymous said...

Get Crowleys cock out of your fuckin mouth and come up for air. No air gives brain damage bitch mouth. When you go to the O.T.O. do you have the little boys sit on your nasty fat fucking face.

YOU SEEM TO DISLIKE CHILD MOLESTERS SOOOO MUCH, WHY THEN ATTACK WIDOWS SON WHO TRIED TO GET A CHILD MOLESTER THROWN OUT OF THE FRATERNITY?

No he didn't cause he was the child molester. As I heard you were too. Faggy boy.

DID YOU WANT YOUR FELLOW CHILD MOLESTER PEER STILL IN THE FRAT?

It's not nice to talk about your dad and brother that way. As for your mom who lives in trailer with your uncle and lets him eat her nasty pussy says,"Nobody does it like my son."

BEEN BUSY DOUSCHE BAG!!!!
WHATS UP WITH YOU?
TAKING A BREAK FROM RAPING YOUR NIECES?

No I think you got me confused with you and your family redneck.

DONE STEALING FROM THE LODGE?
PULL THAT GAVEL OUT OF YOUR ASS YET?

I bet you know how it feels having a gavel in your ass. Widow's peak put it their. I heard you still have the anal beads in your ass and are waiting for Crowley to take them out with his tongue. Your a fat sack of shit.

HAVE THAT 33RDS NUTSACK OFF YOU GRILL YET?

I think you mean your. But being for Alabama I can understand why you can't spell. And no my nutsack is okay. But thanks for asking.

By the way stop sitting on your thumbs. Your fingers smell ass and your breath smells like Crowleys pits fuck face. Is that a bong ring around your mouth? Oh no it's not. It shit from sucking on your boy friends asshole. Please wash up after. I know you are used to taking a bath once every other month but please change that bitch mouth. Well fuck face have fun ass raping little boys and cattle. Crowley the child molester and his boy friend widow's peak. Go try to score some sex with men for food stamps.

Andy

Anonymous said...

Fuck the blue lodge and fuck tubucain420. He's a child molester like widow's peak. Look at his avatar. Crowley was nothing more then a child molester. And this fat fuck supports his teachings. Fuck you tubulcain420 you fuckin sick faggot!

Andy Warhol!

Tubulcain420 said...

You seem to have a great knowledge of pedophiles and beastiality!

Hereditary, of course.
Daddy passed on much knowledge to you! I am glad you use it productively. Why do you feel the need to express your deep hungers here? Start a pedophilia/beastiality blog honoring you relatives!

according to my info I am from Ohio, not a bigoted southerner who inbreeds for masonic members.

And beleive me, I know that 33rds and your ilk really do want to "Fuck the blue lodge", is how YOU put it, through laundering money,
bullyinh young intelligent, college educated men, who actually have morals, and feel that they serve masonry, not the other way around.

So, andy, strive for another hat, lick some ancient asshole for another title, lick sack for an appointment, you over sized, gash!

go rub one out to your GM and felcth your elders so you can follow in their corrupt footsteps.

Tubulcain420 said...

the picture of crowley is for a mirror affect for you and your ilk, a reminder of who YOU are, reflections are disturbing!

UZI said...

Andy Warhol,

So how's hell? Are are dead right?

Anonymous said...

Hereditary, of course.
Daddy passed on much knowledge to you! I am glad you use it productively. Why do you feel the need to express your deep hungers here? Start a pedophilia/beastiality blog honoring you relatives!

Sound like a family reunion at your house. Why? Because you are your own uncle. Come you fucking pussy are these the best comebacks you have. You have a fucking child molester as your avatar. Shut your fucking mouth.

And beleive me, I know that 33rds and your ilk really do want to "Fuck the blue lodge", is how YOU put it, through laundering money,
bullyinh young intelligent, college educated men, who actually have morals, and feel that they serve masonry, not the other way around.

This goes to show how stupid and pitiful you really are. I'am not a mason nor have I ever been shit bag. Fuck the freemasons and fuck charity. The faternity as a whole is a fucking joke. Secret handshakes and secret passwords. I gave that shit up when I was nine asshole.

Morals yeah. You want to talk about morals when you have a fucking child molester as a avatar you stupid back woods hick mother fucker.

So, andy, strive for another hat, lick some ancient asshole for another title, lick sack for an appointment, you over sized, gash!

go rub one out to your GM and felcth your elders so you can follow in their corrupt footsteps.

Again you stupid prik. I'am not a mason nor have I ever been. Lets talk about your pitiful Shriner Brothers. Drunks and child molesters just like that fat sack of shit Crowley. Get his cock out of your fuckin mouth faggot.

And go was the butthole ring you got around your mouth. It's not a bong ring pole smoker.

I would rather follow in my own footsteps then look up to a fucking child molester. But seeing the way you and your family are it doesn't surprise me about you to say the least.

UZI said...
Andy Warhol,

So how's hell? Are are dead right?

what the fuck are you talking about you fucking asshole. Eat shit you dumb mother fucker.

Andy "anti masonic" Warhol

P.S. It's great how you all jumped the gun thinking I was a 33rd degree. What a bunch of stupid faggot animal fucking assholes!

Anonymous said...

Hey tubulcain420. You fucking shit bag. Do you and your fuckin pussy mason brother smoke 420 in the lodge? Asshole lover. I bet you smoke 420 while sucking off the blue lodge W.M. you fucking homo.

Anonymous said...

the picture of crowley is for a mirror affect for you and your ilk, a reminder of who YOU are, reflections are disturbing!

Shut up you fat fuck. When you look in the mirror that's who see. Sitting on your fuckin face retard. Now go fuck your sister bitch mouth.

Andy Warhol

Tubulcain420 said...

I love it!
I hope expressing your inner thoughts here may save a child from your ham hands in your neighborhood.......
i am my own uncle as well as your daddy, little bitch.....
Well I am glad to see your not a mason then, there may be hope for the fraternity then.....
Keep spewing inbred thought processes to the public, it is beautiful for intelligent surfers to see into your pathetic little mind that rants about your own obsessions with incest and pedophilia...... grandpappy must be proud of his inbred, pedophilia lineage.
keep it in the family....