Hmm...
Eh... Umm... Yeah, About that installation.
Before you hoodwink another unsuspecting master mason, raise him up with 'truth' rather than moral intellect. Why? Because... morality is the beauty
of many things which nevitably remains naught but the beauty of the beholder. It is only a matter of fact that beauty is only in the eye of the
beholder.
Try this on for size... You are scrupulous and inconspicuous in presenting master mason degrees on unsuspecting candidates who are scrupulous and
inconspicuous as well as unsuspecting themselves. The lesson itself comes to us all with the five points of fellowship. Foot, which truly is not the
first of the five, but rather the end result of an experience that binds one to the aged reality of acceptance. Our feet, try as we might, remain on
the ground no matter to what degree we are driven to by our passions. For many there is the checkered floor. A past and present consequence of poor
choice or not. A common reality check where our moral capacity is challenged. White represents good and right. And black represents wrong and/or evil.
In most cases black is simply just bitter, depending on how we account for our transgressions. Conscience is a calamity that desires always to be
freed from it's confines of mal practice. This is possible, but not with morality. So end your shenanigans asap.
The molestation of the craft is actual, not metaphorical. When raised to the degree of master, one first has to endure the five points. These are
knee, which accounts for 'below' and then hand which accounts for 'above', whilst chest represents 'front' as does hand on back accounting for
'behind. The other points, left and right, are easily visible when master puts his head to your ear. This represents the sides. All together you have
the five points which are actually the various norms of custom. You've been physically and spiritually molested. Front, Back, Above, Below, Side And
Side. The Molestation is the substituted word know as 'Moho-Baño'. It is latin for the 'wet bath'. Its design is based on spittle built up by
conscience and has a grotesque affect on the morality of the individual. The more one understands their transgressions and equates them with moral
ethic the more we find ourselves having been felled short of a greater glory which god (I believe) designed for us. This is Solomon and he's a
complete S.O.B.!.
The word moho baño is a term for bath. The more we are guilty of... the more we transgress against our bodies. The acacia is a tree leaf that speaks
the first of the lessons. It says, in latin, Asi Hacia. Asi Hacia means 'the way you did' or 'you did'.
There you find the death of the master that is bereft by your own hand.
The molestation is brutal but inconspicuous and scrupulous. Hiram was hit with a maul at the first gate. That gate is the ear. Precisely where the
master is hit when the word is given. Maul is metaphorical for molestation. The second tool is the level. It struck the head. Metaphorical for mind.
In all it just simply represents a mind being leveled. But to what degree? Afterwards comes the plumb. It hit his chest. Therein was found his heart.
It plummeted to deegrees that rage and burn the body with discomfort. These aged things have plagued man since the olden days. The degrees are know as
obsession or first degree entered apprentice. The obsession comes from the wrath of just the word itself. It travels til it hits home. The result is
typical. It frustrates the candidate and causes the candidate to begin to rise. So with it a spittle too. Built up like a master is the spittle. To
which end there is naught but the third degree. Depression. Or Blue. Blue as in blue lodge. The lesson is called the fall. As oppose to rising. Right
back down to the reality of the true experience. Do we, if ever, get better or do we repeatedly become bitter about our faults. The whole experience
is philosophical if we want to say that: 'what goes up, must come down'.
The obsession is a lesson to those who seek to know greater truths than there merits allow.
Let's us remember that Hiram Abif (yes, dummies, one f) was not protecting the word of a master, but rather the truth of the burden. To be a master..
in the center of it all ... Is to be plagued be all sides. All six of them. This is another tale for another day.
In all.... I love to lie. And I will, perhaps, again soon.
Till then don't Pinocchio me with more lies for I am not easily hung on [k]noose!
1° Obsession!
2° Frustration!
3° Depression!
Maul, Level, Plumb...
Ask me about the full measure of Mahabone sometime.
Do Masons Eat Pork Chops And Ham. ???
edit on 23-9-2018 by Pinocchio because: (no reason given)
edit on 23-9-2018 by Pinocchio because: (no reason given)