This work given is in full acknowledgement of GOD and directed by Holy Spirit. Any and all use of the facts of the dark side are not an avenue meant to give any credit to them. In fact, all work is directly attributed to GODs Plan and to give HIM all the glory. Amen
The traditional colors of black and red used in Satanism, date all the way back to Ancient Egypt and are symbolic of spiritual transformation to the occult.
Red, White, & Black
White, the original colour of the masonic apron…This is the origin of the word ‘candidate,’ from candidatus ‘dressed in white.’ Druids were robed in white. White is also connected with the idea of death and resurrection. Shrouds are white; spirits are represented as wearing white veils. White, rather than black, is sometimes the colour of mourning,…
The colour of blood is nat-urally connected with the idea of sacrifice…It has also a darker side, connected with the flames of hell, the appearance of demons, the apoplectic face of rage.
Scarlet was the distinctive colour of the Order of the Golden Fleece, established in 1429 by Philip the Good, Duke of Burgundy (1419-67). (1)
Red is the color of fire, and fire was to the Egyptians the symbol of the regeneration and the purification of souls. Hence, in the Masonic system, red is the symbol of regeneration. Thus red is the color assigned to the Royal Arch Degree since that degree teaches the regeneration of life. (2)
The three fundamental colours found in all civ-ilizations, down to the Middle Ages in Europe, are white, red and black. These, too, may be regarded as the principal colours of Freemasonry: the white of the Craft degrees, the red of the Royal Arch and of certain of the degrees of the Ancient and Accepted (Scottish) Rite, and the black of some of its others, and of the Knights of Malta.
Traditionally, black is the colour of darkness, death, the underworld although it was not introduced for mourning until about the middle of the fourteenth century, such use becoming habitual only in the sixteenth. The ‘black humour’ of melancholy (atara hilis) the black crow of ill omen, the black mass, black market, ‘black days’: all refer to negative aspects. The Black Stone at Mecca is believed by Muslims to have been at one time white; the sins of man caused the transformation.
In the French and Scottish Rites, the lodge in the third degree is decorated in black and is strewn with white or silver tears, representing the sorrow caused by the death of Hiram Abif. (1)
Black from the remotest antiquity has been the symbol of grief and such is its significance to the Mason. (2)
In “Freemasonry: Rituals, Symbols & History of the Secret Society by Mark Stavish: pp 157-158
Thirty-third Degree Mason and Past Master of Ceremonies of the Supreme Council, writes: “Elsewhere he describes the necessary symbols for the degree as the pentagram with an eye in the center and a hexagram in black and white, black being uppermost, with an inverted Hebrew Shin in the center. This is peculiar, but normally white, the color of energy and purity, is uppermost, but her black, the color of matter, solidity, and physicality, is pointing upward, forming the active or “male” triangle. There is a single triangle with a black, white and red- side-the three principle colors of Alchemy, symbolizing the three stages from dense matter (black) to purity (white) and finally to perfection (red)-then the letters Yod and Heh in the center.
In this degree, there is also a triangular apron of white lambskin and pentagram in vermillion. Vermillion made from cinnabar or mercury sulfide, is used in alchemy. Red is the coor og energy, power and action and symbolizes the Philosopher’s Stone as well as original man, or Adam. Here, the Master is referred to as “Father Adam,” and seven officers are present, each representing one of the seven ancient planets and their angels according to Masonic tradition. Other members wear a color with a vermillion pentagram and are referred to as “The Lions of God.” Leo, the astrological sign who is ruled over by the Sun and whose metal is gold, is represented by these members as having attained the end of the philosophers: the confection of the Philosopher’s Stone. The same vermillion pentagram is found engraved on a piece of square white marble that is placed on the altar toward the north side.
Two pillars capped by a white dove and a black raven, the birds of initiation and alchemical work, are present; although their interpretation is in terms of the fourth and fifth Sephiroth of the Tree of Life, there is also a peculiarly Masonic interpretation of the dove being life and the raven being divine justice. Attributing the raven to death would be more appropriate, and it would fit in with the alchemical attribute of the raven as caput mortum, or dead head, of the alchemical process.”
In the Encyclopedia of Freemasonry: pp 114
We have “Colours in the Scottish Rite”…in this text it says: …”black is significant of night and the moon shines at the full when the Chapter meets;
(g) Chevalier Kadosh, as originally planned, another Grade of Vengeance, the vindication of Knights Templar;”
WOW! I found this and was blown away! The back page is a SERPENT! It’s a Catholic page highlighting Freemasonry traditions.
TITLE PAGE: FREEMASONRY: FOUNDATION OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION
Researched and Compiled by Pauly Fongemie for Catholic Tradition
Freemasonry and its Mystic Rites-starting on page 39 C.W. Leadbeater discusses the 3 degrees that exist beyond the 3 degrees.
i.e. RED Masonry, BLACK Masonry and the highest conferred is WHITE Masonry
Alchemy & MEMEs = EYESIGHT preference for BLACK WHITE RED!
Does Freemasonry adopt and use the symbolism of Yin/Yang? Indeed, they do, but in a way as to hide the meaning form the “profane”. Listen to Albert Pike. The black and white pavement symbolizes “the Good and Evil, principles of the Egyptian and Persian creed. It is the warfare of Michael and Satan … light and shadow, which is darkness; Day and Night, Freedom and Despotism … [Morals and Dogma , p. 14]
I had always wondered about the distinctive black and white squares on Masonic floors, as depicted on Washington’s apron, above. Now we know they represent the extremely Satanic concept of Yin and Yang, the “favorite of sorcerers”. Masons also use two triangles joined together to represent Yin and Yang. Therefore, their depiction of the Hexagram also depicts Yin and Yang.
The Yin and Yang symbol is also used to represent bisexuality and homosexuality within today’s New Age Movement. It is also used to depict Divination. [Dr. C. Burns, Masonic and Occult Symbols Illustrated, p. 19-22] Do not be deceived: Freemasonry depicts Yin and Yang a little differently than a traditional New Age, or occultist, or Satanist. They use the hexagram and the black and white tile floors; but, their belief in Yin and Yang is identical to the Satanist Mysteries. But, why should we be surprised, for Albert Pike told us that Freemasonry is “identical to the Mysteries.”
Remember, the hexagram is the most evil of all Black Magick symbols. Witches have used it for years to cast curses on people; many people in the past few thousand years have died by having a hex placed on them.
On page 62 of “Lost Science of the Stone Age” we find the following two quotes:
“We noticed the sheep on Dartmoor always seemed to walk a narrow path across the moor, wiggling along their own little track head to tail like a line of blind soldiers.”
“After much experiment the line was established as having Serial 3 with its colors regularly appearing as red, black (blue) and white.
This was an exciting discovery as we remembered that in mystical lore …
red, black and white are always associated with magic and the moon”
BLACK WHITE RED are also found in the Book of Enoch as representing 3 bulls.
Before I took thy mother Edna, I saw in a vision on my bed, and behold a bull came forth from the earth, and that bull was white; and after it came forth a heifer, and along with this (latter) came forth two bulls, one of them black and 4 the other red
Duality patterns, such as checkerboards, stripes or zebras, are also commonly used as triggers for mind control slaves in order to reach specific alters. Checkerboards are used for entering new states of mind, so this is perfect. When someone jumps through the mirror or portal, they are in a alter reality.
Taurus was the vernal equinox holder that time, and this Taurus cycle is about to come to a fitting end in the Age of Aquarius.
A Blue Lodge is your typical lodge where the three degrees of Masonry are conferred. A Red Lodge is one of the appendant bodies known as the Chapter of Royal Arch Masons. The Royal Arch is part of the York Rite. To become a Royal Arch Mason, at least in the United States, you need to be a Master Mason in good standing in a Blue Lodge.
Yes red is a trigger color for many abused in satanic cults as is the red rose.
The checker pattern is seen on the floor of Freemason lodge floors and it represents duality while tracing its lineage to Solomon’s Temple. This checkered floor is typically black and white and can be found on the floors of Freemasonry lodges. The official purpose for this symbol is to make initiates reflect on the concept of opposites and how they can contradict, while also complement one another. Some Masonic texts claim that high priests walked on this floor in Solomon’s temple, while also calling it ‘Moses’ pavement.’
Mark Dice pointed out that she was wearing a Kabbalah string/bracelet that I’ve got covered in my post on the Kabbalah conspiracy theories and Illuminati symbolism in pop culture post:
Celebrities such as Madonna, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Anthony Kiedis, Mick Jagger, and many others have spent some time worshipping the Kabbalah. You’ll notice their membership through the symbolism of the red string they tote, usually with the hamsa amulet of hand with an evil eye on it. The string is believed to help ward off the evil eye (which begs a whole ton of questions since these same celebs give us that All Seeing Eye symbolism in photo shots). It’s also interesting that the supposed Illuminati family the Rothschilds has a name that literally means ‘red shield’ which seems analogous to this red string in order to ‘shield’ off the evil eye.
Michael Richards is within the top echelon of Scottish Rite Masonry – a 33rd degree Sovereign Grand Inspector-General. At this level, he practices what has been described as White Masonry. What occultist and mystic Bro. C. W. Leadbeater, 33°, identified as the “highest and last of the great sacramental powers of the Mysteries” (Freemasonry and Its Ancient Mystic Rites, p. 42). Thirty-third degree Masons, according to Leadbeater, channel the “Hidden Light from the White Lodge behind” (Leadbeater, 43). As an avid investigator, being a mystic and a voracious reader with an insatiable appetite, Richards is thoroughly familiar with this concept. Leadbeater, besides being a high-level Mason, was involved with Theosophy. Albert Pike had insinuated the teachings of occultist Eliphas Levi* into official Scottish Rite doctrine, while Leadbeater’s corrupting influence had been Mme. Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Hitler and the Nazi party were influenced by Blavatsky’s teachings, especially her “Secret Doctrine” of evolving races (from inferiority to apotheosis). Blavatsky taught her disciples that the highest race was that of the Aryans, who were mystically directed from the Great White Lodge – or the Great White Brotherhood – into a state of perfection.
* Pike was a disciple of Eliphas Levi; the former accepted without question the teachings of the latter. Moreover, as Masonic historian, occultist and high-degree Mason Arthur E. Waite has shown – Morals and Dogma is “really a translation in part and a commentary at large … upon the works of Eliphas Levi” (John H. Cowles, ed., Supreme Council 33rd Degree, Part 1, or Mother Council of the World of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry, Southern Jurisdiction, United States of America, p. 342)
According to Louis T. Culling, Grandmaster of an occult lodge called the G.B.G. (short for Great Brotherhood of God), in his Manual of Sex Magick, the main terms in the code, and their translations, are as follows:
RED LION – the male Alchemist, or his penis.
WHITE EAGLE – the Alchemist’s mate, or her vagina.
RETORT – the vagina and/or womb.
TRANSMUTATION – (or transubstantiation) an altered state of consciousness.
ELIXIR – the semen.
A red scarlet string around the wrist was a type of talisman, thought to have magic powers of protection and bring good luck. The string is made from thin wool thread and is worn as a bracelet on my left wrist with seven tiny knots, all having meaning.
For celebrities like Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Madonna-and even Madonna’s daughter Lourdes-it has become fashionable to wear a “Kabbalah” bracelet made out of braided red string to protect them from “the unfriendly stare and unkind glances,” as the Kabbalah Centre puts it.
Michael Jackson – The Illuminati like to blueprint their plans in plain site before they follow through, and this is a perfect example. Michael is in red, which is symbolism for sacrifice, while standing over the Masonic checkerboard.
Pink – This performance at the MTV VMA’s in ’09 was actually suspected of being a ritual as well.
Lady in Red Dress Subliminal Symbolism (N.W.O.) [link]
Woman in RED Illuminati symbolism [link]
The Devil’s Lightning Bolt & Colors are EVERYWHERE! (2013) [link]
It’s all Illuminati manipulation and bait & switch tactics for destroying decency and empathy for one another and to objectify us to carnal desires as sacks of meat. If you want to take it a step further, one could argue it’s a push towards transhumanism and making it more acceptable to set aside the concept of a soul and instead sign up for the mark of the beast and a robotic consciousness.
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Let’s not beat around the bush! If you don’t know…then you need too! So-called “UFO” objects are actually demons in disguise.
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BOOM BOOM -Out Go The Lights
Something is going on! Scientists try to brush it off and make you feel like everything is okay, but it’s not. The Earth is in trouble and it’s crying out in pain. The other planets and stars are not right either. Do you think we should just sit back and forget it? Act like it’s not happening? That’s exactly what the powers that be want you to do. They lull you back into your state of tranquility and hope you forget….they give you other things to occupy your mind with so you move on. But seriously, do you think it’s just going to go away? NO! It’s getting worse.
GOD gave us warnings in the Bible that strange activities would take place. Scripture touches on these strange events but mankind doesn’t want to acknowledge it. But then again their shoving it down your throat too…there’s Dominion and The Leftovers, and Left Behind and now The Remaining. Then, we have the History Channel:
Revelation: The End of Days http://www.history.com/shows/revelation-the-end-of-days/videos
What’s really strange about this is that the BOOMING sounds are actually called TRUMPETS! To make thing even more real, they use the REAL clips of the events taking place! I was on the edge of my seat watching this two-part series.
Animal deaths, millions of fish dying, sinkholes giving way all around the world, volcanoes and earthquakes increasing exponentially but don’t forget the weather! The world has gone crazy.
Isn’t this enough to make people stop, stand up and pay attention? Isn’t this enough to turn a blind eye? Evidently not. More now than ever, we have people turning from GOD.
As I watched, I heard an eagle that was flying in midair call out in a loud voice: “Woe! Woe! Woe to the inhabitants of the earth, because of the trumpet blasts about to be sounded by the other three angels!”
The great dragon was hurled down–that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him.
Whistle-blower: There Is Something Wrong With Earth’s Core!
Something Is Wrong with the Moon
Something Wrong With The Sun Moon & Earth
“Be careful what you dream of, it just may happen to you. Anyone who dreams of something, has to be prepared.” –Buzz Aldrin
NOVA from PBS.ORG has a website which I find intriguing. In no way should we take this lightly. It reveals an agenda within the schools to condition our children. It goes so far as to ‘program’ them!
“Exploring the Alien Abduction Phenomenon – Kidnapped by UFOs”
It contains a ‘Teachers Guide’ link which details classroom activity and procedures.
What is shocking is the terms described in this lesson! For example:
“Before class, arrange for two people (a faculty member and a student) from outside the class to stage a brief and confusing interruption at the beginning of your class.
You may use the following situation: The adult chases the student into the room. The student is carrying a baseball bat or a tennis racket. The adult has a sock partially showing from a pocket. Neither person is carrying a ball. Both people shout at each other about something related to a baseball or tennis game and then leave.”
But, why are these teachers required to put forth such material to the student?
We need to understand the elite have an agenda to program the masses into believing “THE LIE”.
Who’s part of this lie? Erich Von Daniken, who is a major player on the program of “ANCIENT ALIENS” is an extension of this ‘alien evidence’ on this website. His book, “Fiery Chariots of the Sky Gods” has been around for decades.
Although they want you to believe this site gives you insight to both ends of the spectrum, this is a facade.
It does not give specific details about how this correlates to mankind’s spiritual destiny but all one need do is come to the conclusion that these beings are supernatural.
The nature of this material is very complex and literal.
This feature contains disturbing material.
Transcripts of the NOVA program which aired in 1996 are here:
Here is a recent article:
Aliens in the Classroom
The Dear Aliens project was an essay competition hosted by Arizona State University in 2011 through it’s Origins Project. Students were invited to write a letter to aliens telling them something about humanity, the planet, and life on earth. The winning entry would be broadcast into space on April 11, 2011.
Arizona State was considered particularly auspicious to host such a project since it is where Paul Davies, physicist and astrobiologist heads the Post-Detection Task Group for SETI. This group considers the hypotheticals of contact with alien life forms.
The winning letter by seventh grade student Benjamin Lee reads:
Please help us save our world. Not from you, from ourselves. We are destroying our planet and need help from more technologically advanced beings. Our planet is polluted, many nations are at war, there is civil unrest and our economy is in turmoil.”
Since 2010 Britain has been using mock crashes of alien vessels in middle schools as learning tools.
I dug deeper, looking for educational programs involving the alien theme in Canada and the U.S. and came upon a huge program out of the University of Texas called Alien Rescue. It is now a full teaching curriculum in 29 states and 4 countries: Canada, Australia, South Korea, and China.
The purpose is listed as promoting an in depth understanding of the solar system and to teach students to solve ill-structured problems in a science fiction context.
It describes “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” and “Communion” which deal with the subject of alien phenomena but don’t be distracted by their techniques! I have broken down Close Encounters and revealed that it’s not as innocent as it looks:
As far as “Communion” goes…it’s a series of books/films by Whitley Streiber
Supposedly “Christian” based but that’s a boldfaced lie!
In fact, it’s blasphemy! Communion is a Christian ceremony in which bread is eaten and wine is drunk as symbols for the realization of a spiritual bond between Jesus Christ and the communicant, or as the body and blood of Jesus Christ.
This communion which is shared within Streiber’s story is part of the agenda to program the masses into believing these aliens are our creators.
To me, it’s no different than the twisting of “Communion on the Moon: The Religious Experience” by Buzz Aldrin!
Did you know, as few do…that Buzz Aldrin relays in his 2009 memoir as he recounts how he took communion in the minutes between when he and Neil Armstrong as they became the first humans on the moon’s surface, and when Armstrong set his foot down on the dust. Aldrin says he had planned the ceremony as “an expression of gratitude and hope.” The ceremony was kept quiet (un-aired) because NASA was proceeding cautiously following a lawsuit over the Apollo 8 Genesis reading, but it proceeded with a tiny vial of wine and wafer Aldrin had transported to the moon in anticipation of the moment:
“During those first hours on the moon, before the planned eating and rest periods, I reached into my personal preference kit and pulled out the communion elements along with a three-by-five card on which I had written the words of Jesus: “I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, and I in him, will bear much fruit; for you can do nothing without me.” I poured a thimblefull of wine from a sealed plastic container into a small chalice, and waited for the wine to settle down as it swirled in the one-sixth Earth gravity of the moon. My comments to the world were inclusive: “I would like to request a few moments of silence … and to invite each person listening in, wherever and whomever they may be, to pause for a moment and contemplate the events of the past few hours, and to give thanks in his or her own way.” I silently read the Bible passages as I partook of the wafer and the wine, and offered a private prayer for the task at hand and the opportunity I had been given. Neil watched respectfully, but made no comment to me at the time.
He continued, reflecting:
Perhaps, if I had it to do over again, I would not choose to celebrate communion. Although it was a deeply meaningful experience for me, it was a Christian sacrament, and we had come to the moon in the name of all mankind — be they Christians, Jews, Muslims, animists, agnostics, or atheists. But at the time I could think of no better way to acknowledge the enormity of the Apollo 11 experience than by giving thanks to God. It was my hope that people would keep the whole event in their minds and see, beyond minor details and technical achievements, a deeper meaning — a challenge, and the human need to explore whatever is above us, below us, or out there.”
Another recount by Aldrin:
“In the radio blackout, I opened the little plastic packages which contained the bread and the wine. I poured the wine into the chalice our church had given me. In the one-sixth gravity of the moon, the wine slowly curled and gracefully came up the side of the cup. Then I read the Scripture, ‘I am the vine, you are the branches. Whosoever abides in me will bring forth much fruit. Apart from me you can do nothing.’ I had intended to read my communion passage back to earth, but at the last minute [they] had requested that I not do this. NASA was already embroiled in a legal battle with Madelyn Murray O’Hare, the celebrated opponent of religion, over the Apollo 8 crew reading from Genesis while orbiting the moon at Christmas. I agreed reluctantly. …I ate the tiny Host and swallowed the wine. I gave thanks for the intelligence and spirit that had brought two young pilots to the Sea of Tranquility. It was interesting for me to think: the very first liquid ever poured on the moon, and the very first food eaten there, were the communion elements.”
Why would I bring this up?
The background to the story is that Aldrin was an elder at his Presbyterian Church in Texas during this period in his life, and knowing that he would soon be doing something unprecedented in human history, he felt he should mark the occasion somehow, and he asked his pastor to help him. And so the pastor consecrated a communion wafer and a small vial of communion wine. And Buzz Aldrin took them with him out of the Earth’s orbit and on to the surface of the moon.
He and Armstrong had only been on the lunar surface for a few minutes when Aldrin made the following public statement: “This is the LM pilot. I’d like to take this opportunity to ask every person listening in, whoever and wherever they may be, to pause for a moment and contemplate the events of the past few hours and to give thanks in his or her own way.” He then ended radio communication and there, on the silent surface of the moon, 250,000 miles from home, he read a verse from the Gospel of John, and he took communion.
So, insofar as Buzz and his religious connections is concerned, the events really took another route when the ‘aliens’ were observed on the moon and how Buzz digested what he was told to do about it.
When they landed on the moon, Neil gushed. “Isn’t that something! Magnificent sight out here.” Buzz thought Magnificent…then said, “Magnificent desolation.” It was a spontaneous utterance, an oxymoron that would take on ever-deeper dimensions of meaning in describing this strange new environment.”
“This is a small step for man, but a giant step for mankind.”
Nothing could be closer to the truth! Truth for the agenda of this whole madness.
Personally reflecting, Buzz thought of a verse from Psalms, “When I considered the heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars which Thou hast ordained, what is man that Thou art mindful of him.”
The story goes that once Buzz Aldrin did see something floating outside the ship. But that in no way says it’s of alien origin. Speculation is that he is hiding something. Of course, there’s a conspiracy afoot. But, speculation is that he became an alcoholic due to these experiences on the moon, and the agenda to hide it by the elite (until the time was right).
Shown is a handwritten card containing a Bible verse that Apollo 11 astronaut Buzz Aldrin planned to broadcast back to Earth during a lunar Holy Communion service and is among items offered in a space-related auction in Dallas, Texas, Wednesday, Sept. 19, 2007. (AP Photo/LM Otero)
More on Aldrin’s Communion:
Do you see the spiritual agenda? To twist the truth? GOD is not the father of confusion, Satan is!
Dance of Destruction
In what’s close to only a week away, we are practically on the EVE OF DESTRUCTION.
According to the official website, Symmetry, the the finished film will portray:
A CERN physicist, hard at work using the LHC to search for the smallest particle in existence , when a ghostly woman played by soprano Claron McFadden appears, asking him if he loves the particle more than he loves himself, and, if he could, would he become one with the particle.
As Lukas increasingly tries to focus on his work, Claron’s message becomes more insistent, as she carries him through time in search of answers — tearing him away from the timelessness of physics and pointing him towards the timelessness of love and music.
Bizarre ‘Dance Of Destruction’ Performed At CERN Ahead Of Launch
“Spinoza’s idea suggests a symmetry between the world of science and the world of perception. We are tragic beings for whom this harmony gets lost all too often. We go and look for it. Then it turns out the idea is best approached through music, while dancing…”
So, it’s only fitting that this aligns with CERN and it’s project to open portals and gateways! The purpose? To make us all ONE! What is meant by that? The false religions of this world were began by the fallen angels and the their attempt to make the world follow Satan. This is all culminating in a One World Religion….a One World Order.
When looked at through the eyes of the supernatural war taking place right now upon our planet Earth between the forces of good and evil, we are receiving a clear message: “This is it!”.
‘Shiva’ (the Hindu God of Destruction) symbology surrounding CERN’s headquarters is the clue to the agenda within religions around the world right now. Is it the gateway?
“The men who would play God, in searching for the God particle, are truly going to find more than they bargained for as they open the gates of hell” we are warned by Stephen Quayle, “they will find inter-dimensional beings who have a taste for human flesh and humanities destruction. Most scientists, in lacking an understanding of the ‘supernatural entities’ that are going to confront them, are way beyond their ability to comprehend, let alone control, the forces of Pandora’s box that will be released.”
Does CERN headquarter’s symbol of Shiva, dancing the cosmic dance of death and destruction, signal the true purpose of CERN’s existence?
Stephen Hawking has come straight out and said the ‘God particle’ found by CERN “could destroy the universe”.
THE LIVING GOD, THE LORD GOD OF HEAVEN, CREATED ORDER OUT OF CHAOS -THE ANTAGONIST OF MENS EXISTENCE (SATAN), WHOM CERNS STATUE OF ‘SHIVA’ REPRESENTS IN HIS COSMIC DANCE OF CREATION AND DESTRUCTION, IS NOW IN THE PROCESS OF REVERSING THE PROCESS OF CREATION, AND IS NOW GOING FOR DESTRUCTION. “CHAOS OUT OF ORDER” AND THE ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION OF A ONCE BEAUTIFUL PLANET AND IT’S INHABITANTS IS NOW ONLY A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME AWAY! -Steve Quayle
I am placing this on my site because I think it’s relative to the times we live in. I personally know people who have been approached by the Freemasons and didn’t know their background. Of course, the lower ranks have little or no knowledge of the upper echelon.
From Aug. 18, 2010
by Roger Barbour
As a toddler living in the remote reaches of Oregon, I had limited contact with other children. My closest friend was my dog Trinket.
By age four, my father let me roam freely through the surrounding forests and fields with our trusty canine. Under his tutelage, I attuned myself to the sights, sounds and smells of nature as well as imbibing the dog’s instinct for sensing danger and imbalance. Little did I know at the time that these basic skills would develop into the ability to perceive what was lurking in the minds of those I would meet during my life.
My school years included the normal peer pressures associated with growing up. I quickly learned to avoid certain people and came to understand that there were various social cliques where I was not welcome.
In the eighth grade, I befriended a lad I’ll call Bob G. His father was the caretaker of a very large estate and after school, I’d spend the afternoons helping Bob with his chores.
For some reason I always had the feeling that something was out of balance with Bob’s dad. Although I helped Bob as a favor, his dad never acknowledged my presence and referred to me in the third person. The situation with his mother was somewhat similar and even though she was civil to me, I got the feeling that I was a square peg in a round hole when either of his parents was there.
One Friday, I invited Bob to go skating with me the next day and he told me that his Saturdays were reserved for something called DeMolay.
Puzzled I asked my dad about this. In my eyes he was a war hero, teacher and sage all rolled into one. That evening, after supper, I said, “Hey dad, what’s DeMolay?”
To my surprise, he seemed to turn into a pillar of salt for about thirty seconds then, he looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Where did you hear that?”
At that point, I knew for sure I was in for one of dad’s serial styled lectures.
That night’s introduction to Freemasonry covered the basic aspects of secret societies in general as well as the deleterious reasons for their existence.
Although not a Mason himself, his knowledge of their passwords, signs and handshakes was quite expansive. When I inquired as to how he knew all this “stuff”, his answer made it quite plain that he’d learned it “the hard way”, primarily from being on the “wrong end of the stick” as he put it.
I went to bed with a million thoughts bouncing around in my head. True to fashion, during the subsequent weeks and months, my dad would pick up the discussion of Masonry whenever something we passed on the road triggered his thoughts.
One time he pointed out a window sticker on a car ahead of us and explained that the funny symbol shaped like a golf club with a ball on each side of it was a secret Masonic sign indicating that the owner was a member.
Suddenly Masonic signs and emblems seemed to be everywhere yet nowhere at all unless you knew what to look for. Masonic Temples and Lodges, cloaked in windowless anonymity, melded seamlessly into their environment. Members of the organization seemed to be everywhere; government, the clergy, the trades, business, sports and law.
Each one of them appeared to be the same as any other man unless you could detect the subtle spoken phrases that passed between them or the fleeting, seemingly innocuous gesture.
A simple handshake, if watched closely, seemed to have a completely different meaning when shared between Masons. For the observant non-Mason, the act of a handshake with a member of a Lodge could be quite revealing.
All of this information and more came to me at the ripe old age of thirteen. Further study and reading prompted by events that took place later in my life have given me a measure of insight into what I can only describe as a conspiracy of the grandest proportions.
My eternal thanks to my late dad are in order at this point. Without his insight and his willingness to pass it on to me, I would never have been able to assemble the arsenal of knowledge required to survive in a world where the Masons seem to hold sway.
My First Experience of Freemasons
After graduation, I attended a trade school and began an apprenticeship for Marine Engineers. The demanding curriculum left scant time for anything else and after six months in classrooms, they placed me aboard ship for a year of hands-on training augmented by a massive correspondence course. This would prove to be my first, eye-opening experience with the Freemasons.
A ship at sea is a cloistered society where the vessel’s length determines how far you can distance yourself from your tormentors. Being the new guy, I seemed to attract my share of tormentors and the fact that I was the only “Yankee” aboard a ship full of Southerners seemed to exacerbate the situation.
The Southerners, as I would soon learn, had a propensity for gravitating toward secret societies of all type and description. Perhaps this resulted from the South’s inherently low educational standards or the desire of the few to gain control of the many through clandestine means.
The probing began on my first day aboard. Masonic passwords, gestures, handshakes and body language accompanied several of the introductions to my new shipmates. Each meeting with a Mason quickly became an unspoken test to determine the status of my priorities. In many cases, the person I met would try several different tactics to induce the proper response before giving up.
Their reactions to having an “unknown value” who probably wasn’t a Mason in their midst clearly demonstrated their disappointment.
These first encounters set the tone for my six-month stay aboard this particular ship where an obvious Mason/non-Mason schism existed among the vessel’s occupants.
This schism was notably evident in the officer’s mess where I shared a table with two cadets from another school (neither of whom were Masons) and the radio operator who was an overt Mason.
His demeanor toward us was always condescending and he made it a habit to engage in “Mason Speak” with an engineer named Willie who sat nearby. This really irked me and occasionally I would make a casual comment that made them question whether I was indeed a Mason. Eventually, my off hand remarks got under Willie’s skin and affected my training program.
As an apprentice, I was supposed to work with the experienced engineers like Willie, ask questions and learn by doing.
One day, in our second week out, he veered away from technical talk and began to question me about my background. When I mentioned that I had been brought up Catholic and attended parochial schools, he underwent an amazing transformation.
His first reaction was to narrow his eyes and say, “Uhhhgh”, then he immediately turned and walked away. From that day on, Willie would only grunt or nod to recognize my presence. After this incident, I began receiving the same “cold shoulder” treatment from the other Masons aboard and it was obvious that my fate had been sealed by Masonic decree.
Shortly thereafter, my assistance aboard the ship ceased to exist. Upon reporting for work each morning, I would be told there was nothing requiring my participation. I had been summarily ostracized and disenfranchised from the training routine.
This continued through the remainder of the three-month voyage leaving me no recourse but to learn the ship’s systems on my own and work on my correspondence course. It was plainly evident that my tormentors expected me to leave the ship before the end of my six-month assignment and thus disqualify myself from the training program. Imagine their chagrin when, upon our return to the States, I signed on for another three-month voyage!
By the time I left the ship, I had successfully submitted the entire correspondence course, a contrivance designed to occupy a student for a whole year.
To this end, the Masons unwittingly did me a favor. The next six-month assignment put me on a ship where, to the best of my knowledge, there wasn’t a single Freemason among the crew. Without the encumbrance of the correspondence course, my new shipmates were able to take me under their wing and set me to work full time.
After the infusion of their knowledge and experience, I returned to school, completed the final phase of classroom study and graduated near the top of my class.
This brief sojourn into the world of the Free Mason’s would prove to be a harbinger of things to come. As the years wore on, my dad’s lessons, coupled with experiences like this furnished me with a box of very valuable tools. I quickly found myself in the process of using these tools to great advantage in what would end up being a life-long contest of wills with a very elusive foe.
Advancement Hinged on a Hand Sign
In the spring of 1973, I traveled to New York and registered for work at the maritime union hall. As the Vietnam War wound down, work had declined along with my bank balance. Each successive job-call presented another disappointment and talk among the members turned toward alternative means of employment.
During one such discussion, I learned that the government was hiring engineers to man their civilian auxiliary fleet. Rumor had it the ships were floating death traps with low pay scales and manned by misfits. The upside was the union had a reciprocal agreement with the government allowing the membership to work without penalties while accruing time for seniority.
A subway ride topped off with a short walk found me inside the dingy confines of the government’s personnel office filling out reams of application forms. I turned them over to a lackluster clerk who summarily dismissed me by saying that I would be contacted if my paperwork checked out.
Within two weeks, I received a call. The emotionless voice introduced itself as “Mr. D”, head of personnel and directed me to report for processing, a physical and assignment to a ship.
At 0800 the next day, I entered another dingy office and met with the expressionless “Mr. D”. After briefly taking my measure, the barest hint of a smile touched the corners of his mouth and he shot out his hand in greeting. Without thinking, I returned the gesture and quickly realized my error.
His small hand latched on to mine with his fingers applying pressure at my wrist. I immediately recognized it as the “Strong Grip of a Master Mason”, also called a “Lion’s Paw” but at this juncture, it was too late to adlib.
The smile quickly evaporated as he withdrew his hand and wordlessly returned to his desk. Head down, pen in hand, he silently worked over a stack of forms. A few minutes later, he handed them to me without looking up and gave me some terse instructions.
That afternoon I walked up the gangway of “The Ship from Hell” that sat forlornly alongside a repair dock in Norfolk, VA. Upon meeting my fellow engineers, none of whom were Masons, I quickly learned that the ship was a lot worse than it looked. The food was inedible, the pay lousy, living quarters overcrowded, and the engine room tantamount to playing Russian roulette.
With the engineers billeted two to a room and two rooms sharing a head, we had many opportunities to compare notes. During these “bull sessions”, I found out that the fleet consisted mainly of old junk piles like this but there were several others that were relatively new with excellent pay scales. These seemed reserved for people with political influence or some other kind of “connections”.
Three months of misery passed as we fought to keep the old rust bucket running. My shipmates were the greatest and it was a sad day when I left the ship with an acute case of food poisoning requiring four months of recuperation.
After recuperating, I phoned the personnel office and told them I was ready to return to work. To my surprise, “Mr. D” had died and been replaced by “Mr. R.” with whom I had to clear my return to work. In the course of our conversation I mentioned that I really wanted to be assigned to one of the newer, higher paying ships and he warily said, “I’ll see what’s available. Report to the office Monday.”
Monday found me entering the same dingy office fully prepared to meet its new occupant. As I approached, the cherubic figure behind the desk peered expectantly at me through a thick pair of glasses. When I introduced myself, he stood, came around the desk and approached me with his hand extended like the bowsprit of a clipper ship. Clasping his hand in the “Lion’s Paw” grip, I mumbled the words “Ma-Ha-Bone” and his porcine face suddenly lit up displaying a warm and welcoming smile.
He quickly returned to his desk and amid a profusion of friendly small talk, rummaged though his papers, jotted a few notes and handed me my travel forms while exclaiming, “You wanted it, you got it kid!” By evening, I was headed for the Philippines aboard a 747 to catch the newest and highest paying ship in the fleet.
My methods may appear to have been somewhat questionable here but in the final analysis, the end justifies the means. You sometimes have to fight fire with fire and that was one of those times. Years later, I would eventually leave the sea and venture into the rough and tumble world of private business. In that dog-eat-dog venue, I would find myself using every bit of my previous experience with the Masons just to survive.
Freemasons Control Local Commerce
The late 1980’s found me at the helm of my own successful repair business located in a large metropolitan area on the East Coast. Conflicts with Masons were rare during my first thirteen years in business and I found their membership to be quite civil. I attributed this to the area’s fast paced, competitive environment, high educational standards and a significant Catholic influence.
With the coming of George Bush Sr., things rapidly took a turn for the worse. In late 1991, I closed my doors and moved my equipment to a parcel of land I had previously purchased as an investment in South Central PA. Situated adjacent to the interstate, it was a prime location for business, with a livable house and all the proper zoning in place. The obvious snag was a strong Masonic presence evidenced by billboards along the highway staking out this territory.
My first tasks would include building a small shop for the equipment and completing the set-up for a new business. To this end, I would need a construction loan and figured to use the property, which I owned free and clear, as collateral. To start this process, I made a trip to the local bank and met with a loan officer.
Once the necessary paperwork was complete, the loan officer came out to review plans and verify everything in person. At the end of our meeting he was obviously satisfied with what he had seen and said, “Everything looks great, I see no problems. I can give you my personal word that this loan will be approved. The only requirement left is our commercial appraisal for which there is a $2,500.00 fee.”
Outwitting Local Freemasons
What choice did I have? I authorized the expenditure and started making plans for a short trip to sea in order to bolster my bank account. In the interim, I toured the local supply houses, met with vendors and set up my accounts with them. At the same time, I made a trip to the local town hall and registered the business. All of these endeavors proved to be a singular experience and I found that my “Freemason detector” just about red-lined with each successive encounter. It began to seem likely that I was the only person in the area who “didn’t belong”.
Two months later, I returned from the trip with a nice, fat pay cheque in my pocket and found a message requesting me to contact the loan officer. When I showed up, our meeting turned out to be short and sweet. My loan had been denied due to insufficient income. Evidently, my potential to earn $85K per year at sea had no bearing with respect to a $40K loan. Certainly, I could have made a few more trips and bankrolled the deal out of my pocket but that’s not the object of business. Credit is the lifeblood of commerce and without legitimate debt; you find that you have no credit.
Returning home, I fumed over the $2,500.00 rip off and everything else to do with the situation. My anger was still at full boil two days later when a car drove up with a septuagenarian at the wheel who asked if I could look at a job he wanted done. Needing a distraction, I agreed and got in the car.
Before reaching the end of the driveway, my “Freemason detector” had already flown off the scale and questions about this guy’s real agenda began bouncing around in my head.
As we toured the local area like a pair of sightseers, he pointed out businesses, farms, buildings and tracts of land that he claimed to own. During the ride, he never mentioned the “job” again nor did he ever look directly at me. Thirty minutes later, we were back in my driveway and he suddenly focused on me like a laser beam.
Shifting his car into reverse he matter-of-factly stated, “If you want to borrow any money around here you need to come and see me at the men’s club (Freemason’s Lodge).” Without another word, I got out and he drove off.
That evening I sat down and reevaluated my predicament. It was plain to see that I was in a no-win situation. Nothing, particularly business, was possible in this area without the approval of the Masons. They “ruled the roost” in banking, law and government. Masonic affiliation was required to get a job delivering newspapers and the mere mention of the term “Masons” struck fear into the hearts of the locals. Obviously, it was time to go to plan “B”.
I interviewed several real estate agents and could tell by their reticence and negativity that they were part of this Masonic cabal as well. Engaging them would serve no productive end so I settled for a simple “For Sale by Owner” sign nailed to a tree.
Less than a month later, fate miraculously kicked in and I received a call from a developer that wanted to build a strip mall on my site. At the passing, I received a check for nearly six times the amount of my original investment.
The real reward came when the same loan officer that ran the game on me handed over the check as I quipped, “Yes….There is a God.”
By mid afternoon, I was well on my way towards Florida in a rented truck filled with my gear. It would only be a question of time before I had more adventures with the Freemasons at my next destination.
My business ventures during Florida’s building boom eclipsed the sum of everything I had attempted so far. Experience dealing with the Masons enabled me to engage them in a form of guerrilla warfare.
The strategy consisted of infiltrating their ranks, and gaining their confidence to a point where they were reasonably sure I was one of them. This began to have a “snowball effect” and before long, I found myself getting referrals from within their fraternity.
This dangerous game required tact and total attention. It could be nerve wracking. At the slightest hint of suspicion, I would quickly make myself scarce. Discussions were limited to business sidestepping a “Masonic word game” which could out me.
MAKING GOOD MEN RICHER
I was able to provide gainful, lucrative employment to several good men who had no Masonic ties.
As with all good things, my decade in the “Sunshine State” reached its conclusion. Amid the waning economy of “W’s” second term, I reviewed my situation, liquidated my real estate investments and moved on to greener pastures before the bubble burst.
The exit strategy included a contract to transplant a production facility to the heart of South Carolina’s “Bible Belt” where Freemasons rule supreme.
Knowledge that my destination was about to become a “real estate hot spot” exacerbated my proclivity to jump from the frying pan into the Masonic inferno. While fulfilling my contract, I used every spare moment to research the area’s land offerings and it became apparent that development was rapidly approaching. Major road widening and bridge renovations were underway.
My job’s completion, I had chosen the ideal tract of land, struck a deal and paid for it with the proceeds of my sales in Florida.
Anticipating immediate ostracism by the Masons, I took several steps to avoid disaster. The first was to apply for my maritime pension to provide a comfortable income without reliance on sources controlled by the Masons. The second was to engage an out-of-state, non-Masonic contractor that I knew and trusted to furnish and erect a building under my direction.
My detractors erroneously assumed I was attempting to establish a repair business. This notion set the stage for my introduction to the “locals” and soon, the initial flow of “customers” approached like an ink cloud concealing the tentacles of a Masonic octopus.
Tasked as inquisitors, members of a local “Blue Lodge” filtered in to glean information about my intentions and conduct a “threat assessment” to local Masonic businesses.
Their faltering, inept attempts at spying were both obvious and laughable. Predictably, the “upper Masonic echelons” had employed their lesser counterparts, sometimes called “Porch Masons”, to handle the dirty work.
Meanwhile, the “Masonic elites” gathered in their lair to ascertain how I had commandeered of a key piece of real estate without their blessings and to formulate a plan to disenfranchise me.
So the battle continues. My trusty “For Sale by Owner” sign graces the fence, a colorful ad campaign flows across the web and I patiently await the resurgence of the real estate market.
Meanwhile the neighbors maintain their watch, cataloging visitors to my shop and making regular reports to their Masonic masters. Those found guilty of consorting with me face castigation and are directed to take their trade elsewhere.
This is a Godsend because I am now free to devote my time to development projects for a select clientele while the world of the Freemasons remains outside my gate.
During the course of my life, I have wasted a disproportionate amount of time grappling with the Freemasons.
I strongly encourage skeptics to examine the plethora of information readily available on the web and the multitude of publications on this subject. Relate what you read to your own life experiences. Perhaps in doing so, you will find answers to some of the confounding events that have directly affected your life in business, law and the workplace.
Beware the Freemason!
“Porch Masons” or third degree Masons are those on the lowest end of the food chain. They are very prevalent in areas predisposed to poverty and low educational standards. They have entered this realm because … gainful employment is impossible without being a member of a “Blue Lodge”.
Dear Henry, Right now I’m in the middle of a gunfight and find it absolutely impossible to concentrate on matters at hand with regard to this dismal tale. Every waking moment presents something else to reckon with. After four years of unsuccessfully trying to dislodge me, the natives are getting restless.
Business is impossible to conduct since they have not only chased away the customers but have “put out the word” and effectively cut me off from all sources of supply and raw materials.
For example: I needed some common, off the shelf welding supplies recently and called the local supply house for same. The salesman told me that he couldn’t help me and my best bet was to go “on line” and get it from other sources. This is a very common issue regarding vendors in the area. In this case, a call to a supplier in Boston received prompt, courteous attention and my stuff was on the way in minutes.
ARE THERE ANY SUPPORTS FOR YOU, ANY OTHER ANTI-MASONIC ELEMENTS?
Simply put, NO! Everyone here is completely under the thumb of the Masons. Doing business with an “outsider” like me immediately subjects them to Masonic castigation. The Mason’s control every aspect of finance and hold mortgages on homes, land and equipment. Consorting with me could very well jeopardize the status of someone’s loan so they steer well clear of me. Others are discouraged from socializing (not that I care) and are put under extreme pressure to ostracize me.
When I first came here, I met and forged a friendship with the fellow that was in charge of plant operations in the facility where I relocated the production line for my client from Florida. We found that we had a lot of common interests and worked well together.
One day he asked if I could help him install a new door at his house and I gladly obliged. During the course of the job I met his wife (Eastern Star) and his father (Master Mason) and the friendship quickly dissolved. He began to shun me and if it became necessary for him to come by he’d only do so at night when nobody could see him. To this day, he has thousands of dollars worth of tools in his roll-around box sitting out in my shop. They have been there for at least two years and he is afraid to pick them up because he’ll be accused of consorting with me.
HOW WOULD YOU CHARACTERIZE MASONS?
They are gang-bangers. In the true fashion of the animal world, they have banded together to seek comfort and solace from their own ilk and to prey upon the unsuspecting. Like any other gang or criminal organization they have their own hierarchy and pecking order.
In areas like this one where educational standards are non-existent, the few people who have a measure of learning quickly rise to the top. The remainder wallow in a cesspool of ignorance and poverty perpetuated by those in the higher echelons and are willing do the bidding of their masters for a few meager crumbs. I call this the “big fish in the small pond syndrome”. The big fish rule the roost, mete out the jobs to “qualified individuals” (re. other Masons) and reap the profits while sitting back in comfort and wealth.
The term “pinched” is quite appropriate. They all believe they possess some hidden knowledge that others are not privy to. This “look” increases proportionately with the member’s level of achievement. Those at the top believe that they have mastered “the ancient knowledge of the universe” in the fashion of Bible scholars or those that have translated the Nag Hamadi texts. Indeed, some leave me with the impression that they possess all the information in the Great Library at Alexandria.
CAN YOU SAY MORE ABOUT PORCH MASONS?
“Porch Masons” or third degree Masons are those on the lowest end of the food chain. They are very prevalent in areas predisposed to poverty and low educational standards. They have entered this realm because they simply had no other choice. Since areas where these conditions exist are controlled by the Masons, gainful employment is impossible without being a member of a “Blue Lodge”.
These creatures are basically the indentured servants of their lords and masters. A measure of deference must be shown to their superiors in order to garner favor. Throughout the south, the term “sir” is always used by the lowly third degree members when addressing their betters. Favors and good deals and obedience must be accorded by the peons or they’ll never have a chance of getting a laborer’s job much less a mortgage. The “big fish” constantly dangle carrots before the noses of these unsuspecting dupes in order to coerce them to do their bidding.
Experience has taught me that these peons hold their masters in awe. Mere mention of the Masons seems to instill fear and awe in these misdirected creatures. On more than one occasion, I’ve been told by one of these poor sods to avoid critical remarks about things Masonic.
“You don’t wanna go fuckin’ with them” is a phrase that I’ve heard many times from third degree lackeys.
With respect to the previous three paragraphs, It’s plainly evident that these people are possessed of a gang mentality. They are programmed to tow the mark or expect retribution from above.
I TAKE IT YOU HAVE SECURED A PIECE OF VALUABLE LAND WHICH YOU PLAN TO SELL. WHAT IS YOUR PLAN AFTER?
I’m not sure there will be an “after”. These animals have made a concerted effort to block every attempt at selling this place. False stories regularly circulate that it is a toxic waste site among other things. Real estate agents purposely deflect sales by telling potential customers that the site is unsuitable for their purpose. On one occasion, a realtor I considered using as a representative, actually had the temerity to offer me half-of-what the place is worth on behalf of one of his Masonic brothers. Another wanted to list it at a price that was four times what it was worth.
The neighbors, third degree trash all, are constantly watching to monitor who comes and goes. As I mentioned previously, those “caught” associating with me are immediately brought before the bar of Masonic justice. Consequently, nobody dares pay so much as a social call.
During the first two years here, the filth that lives across the road must have expended 20,000 rounds of ammunition into the woods in an effort to intimidate me. Their efforts ceased when the price of ammo went through the roof and they started making homemade bombs. That also ceased when they set one off too close to their house and blew out the front windows. Their property looks like a junkyard and if I were trying to sell a residence the value of my place would be seriously impacted by their slovenly ways.
I’d welcome the chance to divest myself of this yoke and return to the realm of sanity. Maybe that way I can die in peace. I’ve actually formulated a plan to seek out the most radical, black pastor I can find (Jeremiah Wright immediately comes to mind) in the interests of donating this place to his church. Maybe that will leave these bastards with a gift that keeps on giving.
GIVEN HOW MUCH EASIER IT WOULD HAVE MADE YOUR LIFE, WHY DIDN’T YOU BECOME A MASON AND GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS?
Doing so isn’t in my anthology of ethical practices. Everything they stand for makes me want to puke and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. I would no more consider joining the Masons than I would consider becoming a member of MS-13.
Growing up, I used to listen with rapt attention as my elders rehashed the “old stories” time and again at family gatherings. Inevitably, one of the old sods would carry on at length about his life in Ireland under British tyranny. Tale after tale of murder and violence at the hands of the Black and Tan would emerge in living color. These bastards were nothing more than 10 shilling-a-day mercenaries for the Masonic, British government. During the winter of 1920, just before Christmas, they murdered two of my relatives as they went on a looting spree in Cork City.
Later in life, as previously mentioned, my dad explained the “ins and outs” of the Masons to me at length. These lessons had great impact on me from that time on. Additionally, he related stories of his countless clashes with them during the early 1900’s.
The area where I grew up was populated by wealthy old Yankees that, to a man, were Freemasons. Old papers I’ve read from that era (1915-1930) were loaded with help wanted ads which clearly stated “Irish and Catholic, need not apply”. This type of evidence reinforced everything my dad had taught me and made me despise the Masons all the more. My life experiences with them sealed the deal in spades.
By nature, I’m not a “joiner” and it’s been inculcated in me from the beginning that a man should fend for himself. In this context, that also means that he and he alone is responsible for his actions. Striking out independently is definitely my style. I don’t need a group or leader to blindly follow in the hopes of succeeding at anything. I’m perfectly capable of doing it on my own. When I attempt something, I do so with my head high and my shoulders squared off.
If I shake your hand, I do so firmly and look you in the eye while doing it. In my dealings with others (business, work or play) I make my intent clearly known and act in an overt, straight forward and honest manner. Never expect me to lie in order to shirk responsibility or to cover up my ineptness or errors. I will always be the first one to announce that I made a mistake or that I am at fault.
These are a few of the tenets that I live by. They are definitely not in sync with the great sidereal movement of Freemasonry. I refuse to lower my standards in the interests of profit or other worldly gains. I refuse to become a member of some secret society that is actually a direct contradiction of what it purports to be. I refuse to engage in character assassination, defrauding the legal system and nepotism for personal gain or for the benefit of another man. In this last respect the Masons are particularly loathsome. Their own system of “affirmative action” insures that one of their own will benefit rather than a more capable and worthy individual. This is probably the thing I despise most about them.
Yes….I’m probably stupid, old fashioned and idealistic, not to mention truly American at heart. I’ve always believed that I came into this world broke and bare-assed and will surely go out the same way. To the best of my knowledge, they don’t put pockets in coffins. When my life force enters the next phase I’d like it to do so proudly and with a clear conscience.
Too damned bad we’ll never have a chance to sit down and shoot the shit. I could get you laughing, crying and cursing all at once.
ANY LAST ANECDOTES ABOUT NAVIGATING MASONIC WATERS?
Just one….Watch your ass at all times. The bastards are everywhere. Watch the road and your rear view for cops. Getting stopped could lead to your worst nightmare. In my case they wouldn’t think twice about planting a gun or drugs in my vehicle to facilitate relieving me of my property and possessions. I make it a habit to avoid women and children since they could easily trump up charges of assault or molestation. I speak to nobody in the interests of concealing the fact that “I’m not from here”. Most communication is accomplished via hand gestures and vague grunts.
As far as close calls go, I consider every trip outside my domain to be a close call. Around the property I am forever vigilant and carry a weapon at all times. On several occasions, customers have entered the shop, noted my accent and immediately launched into diatribes against “people from the north”. Their attitudes immediately put me on alert. Remarks like, “We wup Yankee ass” and “I hate Yankees” are commonplace and uttered with impunity even though it’s doubtful that the speaker has ever ventured very far from town limits. Their collective attitudes are very belligerent and they seem to be running on an overdose of testosterone as is typical of ignorant people.
A word of thanks and encouragement to readers that have responded to my articles on Freemasonry:
If my experience with the Freemasons has bolstered your suspicions or served to enlighten you in any way I feel as though I’ve done something worthwhile.
Caution Vs. Paranoia in dealing with the Masons
When you get the primal feeling that “something isn’t quite right” with any given situation, there’s usually a very good reason for it. Unless you have tendencies bordering on complete paranoia, your basic instincts will never let you down.
Don’t ignore them. Use them as a tool for sorting and cataloging all the input you receive during these encounters.
Education is the key
Lots of information about the Masons is available on the web and in countless publications. A few hours spent reviewing the basics could save you time and money, not to mention heartache, in the future.
Knowing what to look for and how to identify a Mason would be a good place to start. “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Since Masons are basically “gang-bangers”, their own subtle form of graffiti is used to readily identify their territory. It’s very common to find the “square and compass” symbol along with others, at the entrance to many towns. In one case, I passed a billboard along a major interstate announcing that the traveler was now entering “their turf”.
Here’s a link to one of the better sites I’ve found on the subject of Masonic symbology.
Dealing with it
How you deal with a Masonic presence depends in large measure on the size and proportions of the presence itself.
Areas under Masonic control are best avoided. If you’re considering relocation, take the time to thoroughly investigate that area first and get a “feel” for it. Talk with people and observe their reactions. Note how many vehicles have Masonic symbols affixed to bumpers, windows and rear areas. Locate any Lodges that might be in the town and also note how many others exist in surrounding communities. Above all, learn to apply the knowledge you glean about the Masons and share it freely with your non-Masonic associates.
Be aware that you are dealing with a criminal mentality. Regardless of social standing or their place in the community, Freemasons are basically “gang- bangers”. Everything you say can and will be used against you if it’s in the interests of the Freemasonic cause and the gain of those at the top of their local organization. Keep this in mind if you happen to find yourself “passing the time of day” with someone you’re not sure of.
The strength of this evil cabal lies in the fact that they are hiding in plain sight. Exposing them to the world would be like turning on a light in a room full of cockroaches.
This is exactly what happened in the Northeast during the mid-1820’s forcing the Masons to lower their profile and bringing about the anti-Masonic Movement.
In some circles, this was called the Masonic War and was marked by the lynching of Masons and the destruction of their lodges.
In today’s political world, the Mason’s are definitely making a comeback.
Photographers covering political events frequently catch politicians, heads of state and other officials exchanging Masonic signs and handshakes. Even the Pope, scion of the Catholic Church, has been caught in the act.
Perhaps now would be a good time to revive the anti-Masonic sentiments that culminated in the events of the mid-1820’s. Educating your young and spreading the word about this insidious force dwelling among us would be a good place to start. Where you take it from there is up to you.
What’s Going on in Florida?
The “Weird Florida” list is long, as it is for many states but something strange is going on in Florida.
SATANIC COLORING BOOK
A group called the Satanic Temple is to start distributing information about their practices and beliefs to school children in Florida.
The information included advising the kids of their legal right to practice satanism, the philosophy of satanism and the way the Satanic Temple works.
Temple spokesperson Lucien Greaves explains: “We think the responsible thing to do is to ensure that these students are given access to a variety of differing religious opinions, as opposed to standing idly by while one religious voice dominates the discourse and delivers propaganda to youth.”
“I am quite certain that all of the children in these Florida schools are already aware of the Christian religion and its Bible, and this might be the first exposure these children have to the actual practice of Satanism. We think many students will be very curious to see what we offer,” Greaves added.
An angel dropped from the sky into a pit of flames on the rotunda in front of Florida’s state capitol building on Christmas…
Its message? “Happy Holidays from the Satanic Temple.”
The Satanic Temple, along with Americans United for the Separation of Church and State, announced that Florida officials had agreed to allow the temple’s holiday display at the state capitol in Tallahassee from Dec. 22-29, in an area designated as an open forum for private speech.
The Florida capitol’s holiday display will include a festive message from the Satanic Temple
Florida Schools Ban Bibles After Pressure from Atheists
CNSNews.com) – Amid mounting pressure from both atheist groups and concerned parents, Orange County (Fla.) Public Schools have banned Bible distribution in several area high schools after Satanists and an anti-religion group announced plans to pass out their own literature.
LICENSE TO PRAY
The City of Lake Worth, in Palm Beach County, has taken the position all churches are required to obtain a “business license” to conduct worship services.
Churches in Lake Worth, population 36,000, have been ordered to acquire a business license.
City-code enforcement officer, Gerard A. Coscia:
“I inspected the property and found the following violations: Business-rental property found without a current City of Lake Worth business license, specifically to operate as a church, or a house of worship,” Coscia wrote in his case narrative, according to the Lake Worth Tribune.
Common Grounds Coffee Bar does have a business license, Pastor Mike Olive told the Tribune. He should know – he owns the business. And the site is not a church – it’s a coffee shop that leases space to a church every Sunday morning in the same manner other city restaurants and businesses rent their back rooms to neighborhood groups for their meetings.
Florida city wages soviet-style crackdown on churches
War on religion? Lake Worth orders churches to have license to pray
The city has threatened Common Ground’s landlord with daily fines up to $500 and foreclosure if the “violation” is not corrected by the landlord making the church get a “business license” to meet for worship.
What initiated this? Here’s my guess….
City Commissioner Andy Amoroso, who owns a newsstand and gay-pornography shop in Lake Worth, was telling people Olive and his church were “anti-gay,”….
Satan works through demons, to get people to do his bidding. Satan does things slowly…he works on issues in a minute way. Then, suddenly before you know it…the world around you has changed!