THE LOST KEYS OF FREEMASONRY or The Secret of Hiram Abiff by MANLY P. HALL
foreword by robert e. blight, 33' degree, knight templar.
Reality forever eludes us. Infinity mocks our puny efforts to imprison it in definition and dogma.
Our most splendid realizations are only adumbrations of the Light. In his endeavors, man is but a mollusk seeking
to encompass the ocean.
Yet man may not cease his struggle to find God. There is a yearning in his soul that
will not let him rest, an urge that compels him to attempt the impossible, to attain the unattainable. He lifts feeble
hands to grasp the stars and despite a million years of failure and millenniums of disappointment, the soul of man springs
heavenward with even greater avidity than when the race was young.
He pursues, even though the flying ideal eternally
slips from his embrace. Even though he never clasps the goddess of his dreams, he refuses to believe that she
is a phantom. To him she is the only reality. He reaches upward and will not be content until the sword of
Orion is in his hands, and glorious Arcturus glearns from his breast.
Man is Parsifal searching for the Sacred Cup;
Sir Launfal adventuring for the Holy Grail. Life is a divine adventure, a splendid quest
Language falls.
Words are mere cyphers, and who can read the riddle? These words we use, what are they but vain shadows of form and
sense? We strive to clothe our highest thought with verbal trappings that our brother may see and understand; and when
we would describe a saint he sees a demon; and when we would present a wise man he beholds a fool. "Fie upon you,"
he cries; "thou, too, art a fool." So wisdom drapes her truth with symbolism, and covers
her insight with allegory. Creeds, rituals, poems are parables and symbols. The ignorant take them literally and
build for themselves prison houses of words and with bitter speech and bitterer taunt denounce those who will not join
them in the dungeon. Before the rapt vision of the seer, dogma and ceremony, legend and trope dissolve and fade,
and he sees behind the fact the truth, behind the symbol the Reality.
Through the shadow shines ever the Perfect
Light.
What is a Mason? He is a man who in his heart has been duly and truly prepared, has been found worthy and
well qualified, has been admitted to the fraternity of builders, been invested with certain passwords and signs by which
he may be enabled to work and receive wages as a Master Mason, and travel in foreign lands in search of that which was
lost - The Word.
Down through the misty vistas of the ages rings a clarion declaration and although the very heavens
echo to the reverberations, but few hear and fewer understand: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with
God and the Word was God."
Here then is the eternal paradox. The Word is lost yet it is ever with us.
The light that illumines the distant horizon shines in our hearts. "Thou wouldist not seek me hadst thou not found me."
We travel afar only to find that which we hunger for at home.
And as Victor Hugo says: "The thirst for the Infinite
proves infinity."
That which we seek lives in our souls.
This, the unspeakable truth, the unutterable perfection,
the author has set before us in these pages. Not a Mason himself, he has read the deeper meaning of the ritual.
Not having assumed the formal obligations, he calls upon all mankind to enter into the holy of holies. Not initiated
into the physical craft, he declares the secret doctrine that all may hear. With vivid
allegory and profound philosophical disquisition he expounds the sublime teachings of Freemasonry, older than all religions,
as universal as human aspiration.
It is well. Blessed are the eyes that see, and the ears that hear, and the
heart that understands.
INTRODUCTION
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 ignora nce, 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 Eght 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 l ives 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 b efore it kneel all who realize their own weakness; wh o 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 ot hers; 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 univers ity, 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 ma tter 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 Ar chitect 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 pled ges 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 unive rsal 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.
PROLOGUE
IN THE FIELDS OF CHAOS
The first flush
of awakening Life pierced the impenetrable expanse of Cosmic Night, turning the darkness of negation into the dim twilight
of unfolding being. Silhouetted against the shadowy gateways of Eternity, the lonely figure of a mystic stranger
stood upon the nebulous banks of swirling substance. Robed in a shimmery blue mantle of mystery and his head encircled
by a golden crown of dazzling light, the darkness of Chaos fled before the rays that poured like streams of living fire
from his form divin e.
From some Cosmos greater far than ours this mystic visitor came, answering the call of Divinity.
From star to star he strode and from world to universe he was known, yet forever concealed by the filmy garments of
chaotic night. Suddenly the clouds broke and a wondrous light descended from somewhere among the seething waves of force;
it bathed this lonely form in a radiance celestial, each sparkling crystal of mist gleaming like a diamond bathed in the living
fire of the Divine.
In the gleaming flame of cosmic light bordered by the dark clouds of not-being two great forms
appeared and a mighty Voice thrilled eternity, each sparkling atom pulsating with the power of the Creator's Word* while
the great blue-robed figure bowed in awe before the foot-stool of His Maker as a hand reached down from heaven, its
fingers extended the benediction.
"Of all creation I have chosen you and upon you my seal is placed. You are the
chosen instrument of my hand and I appoint you to be the Builder of my Temple. You shall raise its pillars and tile
its floor; you shall ornament it with metals and with jewels and you shall be the master of my workmen. In your
hands I place the plans and here on the tracing board of livig substance I have impressed the plan you are to follow,
tracing its every letter and angle in the fiery lines of my moving finger. Hiram Ab iff, chosen builder of your
Father's house, up and to your work. Yonder are the fleecy clouds, the
* The Creative Fiat, or rate of vibration
through which all things are created.
gray mists of dawn, the gleams of heavenly light, and the darkness of the
sleep of creation. From these shall you build, without the sound of hammer or the voice of workmen, the temple of your
God, eternal in the heavens. The swirling, ceaseless motion of negation you shall chain to grind your stones.
Among these spirits of not-being shall you slack your lime and lay your footings; for I have watched you through the
years of your youth; I have guided you through the days of your manhood. I have weighed y ou in the balance and
you have not been found wanting. Therefore, to you give I the glory of work, and here ordain you as the Builder of
my House. Unto you I give the word of the Master Builder; unto you I give the tools of the craft; unto you I give
the power that has been vested in me. Be faithful unto these things. Bring them back when you have finished,
and I will give you the name known to God alone. So mote it be."
The great light died out of the heavens,
the streaming fingers of living light vanished in the misty, lonely twilight, and again covered not-being with its sable
mantle. Hiram Abiff again stood alone, gazing out into the endless ocean of oblivion - nothing but swirling, seething
matter as far as eye could see. Then he straightened his shoulders and, taking the trestleboard in his hands and
clasping to his heart the glowing Word of the Master, walked slowly away and was swallowed up in the mists of primord ial dawn.
How
may man measure timeless eternity? Ages passed, and the lonely Builder labored with his plan with only love and humility
in his heart, his hand molding the darkness which he blessed while his eyes were raised above where the Great Light
had shone down from heaven. In the divine solitude he labored, with no voice to cheer, no spirit to condemn -
alone in the boundless all with the great chill of the morning mist upon his brow, but his heart still warm with the
light of the Master's Word. It seemed a ho peless task. No single pair of hands could mold that darkness; no single
heart, no matter how true, could be great enough to project pulsing cosmic love into the cold mist of oblivion.
Though the darkness settled ever closer about him and the misty fingers of negation twined round his being, still with
divine trust the Builder labored; with divine hope he laid his footings, and from the boundless clay he made the molds
to cast his sacred ornaments. Slowl y the building grew and dim forms molded by the Maste r's hand took shape about him.
Three huge, soulless creatures had the Master fashioned, great beings which loomed like grim spectres in the semi-darkness.
They were three builders he had blessed and now in stately file they passed before him, and Hiram held out his arms
to his creation, saying, "Brothers, I have built you for your works. I have formed you to labor with me in the
building of the Master's house. You are the children of my being; I have labored with yo u, now labor with me
for the glory of o ur God."
But the spectres laughed. Turning upon their maker and striking him with his own tools
given him by God out of heaven, they left their Grand Master dying in the midst of his labors, broken and crushed by
the threefold powers of cosmic night. As he lay bleeding at the feet of his handiwork the martyred Builder raised
his eyes to the seething clouds, and his face was sweet with divine love and cosmic understanding as he prayed unto
the Master who had sent him forth:
"O Master of Workmen, Great Architect of the universe, my labors are not finished.
Why must they always remain undone? I have not completed the thing for which Thou hast sent me unto being, for my very
creations have turned against me and the tools Thou gavest me have destroyed me. The children that I formed in love, in
their ignorance have murdered me. Here, Father, is the Word Thou gavest me now red with my own blood. O Master,
I return it to Thee for I have kept it sacred in my heart. Here are the too ls, the tracing board, and the vessels
I have wrought. Around me stand the ruins of my temple which I must leave. Unto Thee, O God, the divine Knower
of all things, I return them all, realizing that in Thy good time lies the fulfillment of all things. Thou, O God,
knowest our down-sitting and our uprising and Thou understandest our thoughts afar off. In Thy name, Father, I have
labored and in Thy cause I die, a faithful builder."
The Master fell back, his upturned face sweet in the last repose
of death, and the light rays no longer pouring from him. The gray clouds gathered closer as though to form a winding
sheet around the body of their murdered Master.
Suddenly the heavens opened again and a shaft of light bathed the form
of Hiram in a glory celestial. Again the Voice spoke from the heavens where the Great King sat upon the clouds of
creation: "He is not dead; he is asleep. Who will awaken him? His labors are not done, and in death he guards
the sacred relics more closely than ever, for the Word and the tracing board are his - I have given them to him.
But he must remain asleep until these three who have slain him shall bring him back to life, for ever y wrong must be righted,
and the slayers of my house, the destroyers of my temple, must labor in the place of their Builder until they raise their Master
from the dead."
The three murderers fell on their knees and raised their hands to heaven as though to ward off the
light which had disclosed their crime: "O God, great is our sin, for we have slain our Grand Master, Hiram Abiff! Just
is Thy punishment and as we have slain him we now dedicate our lives to his resurrection. The first was our human
weakness, the second our sacred duty."
"Be it so," answered the Voice from Heaven. The great Light vanished
and the clouds of darkness and mist concealed the body of the murdered Master. It was swallowed up in the swirling
darkness which left no mark, no gravestone to mark the place where the Builder had lain.
"O God!" cried
the three murderers, "where shall we find our Master now?"
A hand reached down again from the Great Unseen and a
tiny lamp was handed them, whose oil flame burned silently and clearly in the darkness. "By this light shall ye
seek him whom ye have slain."
The three forms surrounded the light and bowed in prayer and thanksgiving for this
solitary gleam which was to light the darkness of their way. From somewhere above in the regions of not-being
the great Voice spoke, a thundering Voice that filled Chaos with its sound: "He cometh forth as a flower and is cut down; he
teeth also as a shadow and continueth not; as the waters fail from the sea and the flood decayeth and drieth up, so man
lieth down and riseth not again. Yet have I compassion upon the children of my creation; I administer unto them
in time of trouble and save them with an everlasting salvation. Seek ye where the broken twig lies and the dead
stick molds away, where the clouds float together and the stones rest by the hillside, for all these mark the grave of
Hiram who has carried my Will with him to the tomb. This eternal quest is yours until ye have found your Builder,
until the cup giveth up its secret, until the grave givet h up its ghosts. No more shall I speak until ye have found
and rais ed my beloved Son, and have listened to the words of my Messenger and with Him as your guide have finished
the temple which I shall then inhabit. Amen."
The gray dawn still lay asleep in the arms of darkness. Out through
the great mystery of not-being all was silence, unknowable. Through the misty dawn, like strange phantoms of a dream, three figures
wandered over the great Unknown carrying in their hands a tiny light, the lamp given to them by their Builder's Father.
Over stick and stone and cloud and star they wandered, eternally in search of a silent grave, stopping again and again
to explore the depths of some mystic recess, praying for liberation fr om their endless search; yet bound by their vows
to raise the Builder they had slain, whose grave was marked by the broken twig, and whose body was laid away in the
white winding sheet of death somewhere over the brow of the eternal hill.
TEMPLE BUILDERS
You are the temple
builders of the future. With your hands must be raised the domes and spires of a coming civilization. Upon
the foundation you have laid, tomorrow shall build a far more noble edifice. Builders of the temple of character
wherein should dwell an enlightened spirit; truers of the rock of relationship; molders of those vessels created to
contain the oil of life: up, and to the task appointed! Never before in the history of men have you had the opportunity
that now confronts you. The world waits - waits for the illuminated one who shall come from between the pillars of the portico.
Humility, hoodwinked and bound, seeks entrance to the temple of wisdom. Fling wide the gate, and let the worthy enter. Fling
wide the gate, and let the light that is the life of men shine forth. Hasten to complete the dwelling of the Lord,
that the Spirit of God may come and dwell among His people, sanctified and ordained according to His law.
CHAPTER
I
THE ETERNAL QUEST
The average Mason, as well as the modern student of Masonic ideals, little realizes the
cosmic obligation he takes upon himself when he begins his search for the sacred truths of Nature as they are concealed
in the ancient and modern rituals. He must not lightly regard his vows, and if he would not bring upon himself years
and ages of suffering he must cease to consider Freemasonry solely as a social order only a few centuries old.
He must realize that the ancient mystic teachings as perpetuated in the mo dern rites are sacred, and that powers unseen
and unrecognized mold the destiny of those who consciously and of their own free will take upon themselves the obligations
of the Fraternity.
Freemasonry is not a material thing: it is a science of the soul; it is not a creed or doctrine
but a universal expression of the Divine Wisdom.* The coming together of medieval guilds or even the building of Solomon's
temple as it is understood today has little, if anything, to do with the true origin of Freemasonry, for Masonry does
not deal with personalities. In its highest sense, it is neither historical nor archaeological, but is a divine symbolic language
perpetuating under certain concrete symbols the sacred mysteries of the ancients. Only those who see in it a cosmic study,
a life work, a divine inspiration to better thinking, better feeling, and better living, with the spiritual attainment
of enlightenment as the end, and with the daily life of the true Mason as the means, have gained even the slightest
insight into the true mysteries of the ancient rites.
The age of the Masonic school is not to be calculated by hundreds or
even thousands of years, for it never had any origin in the worlds of form. The world as we see it is merely an experimental laboratory
in which man is laboring to build and express greater and more perfect vehicles. Into this laboratory pour myriads
*This
term is used as synonymous with a very secret and sacred philosophy that has existed for all time, and has been the inspiration
of the great saints and sages of all ages, i. e., the perfect wisdom of God, revealing itself through a secret hierarchy of
illumined minds.
of rays descending from the cosmic hierarchies.* These mighty globes and orbs which focus their
energies upon mankind and mold its destiny do so in an orderly manner, each in its own way and place, and it is the
working of these mystic hierarchies in the universe which forms the pattern around which the Masonic school has been
built, for the true lodge of the Mason is the universe. Freed of limitations of creed and sect, he stands a master of all faiths,
and those who take up the study of Freemasonry witho ut realizing the depth, the beauty, and the spiritual power of its philosophy
can never gain anything of permanence from their studies. The age of the Mystery Schools can be traced by the student
back to the dawn of time, ages and aeons ago, when the temple of the Solar Man was in the making. That was the first Temple
of the King, and therein were given and laid down the true mysteries of the ancient lodge, and it was the gods of creation
and th e spirits of the dawn who first tiled the Master's lodge.
The initiated brother realizes that his so called
symbols and rituals are merely blinds
*The groups of celestial intelligences governing the creative processes
in cosmos.
fabricated by the wise to perpetuate ideas incomprehensible to the average individual. He also
realizes that few Masons of today know or appreciate the mystic meaning concealed within these rituals. With religious
faith we perpetuate the form, worshiping it instead of the life, but those who have not recognized the truth in the crystallized
ritual, those who have not liberated the spiritual germ from the shell of empty words, are not Masons, regardless of their
physical degrees and outward honors.
In the work we are taking up it is not the intention to dwell upon the modern
concepts of the Craft but to consider Freemasonry as it really is to those who know, a great cosmic organism whose true brothers
and children are tied together not by spoken oaths but by lives so lived that they are capable of seeing through the blank wall
and opening the window which is now concealed by the rubbish of materiality. When this is done and the mysteries
of the universe unfold before the aspiring candidate, then in t ruth he discovers what Freemasonry really is.
Its material aspects interest him no longer for he has unmasked the Mystery School which he is capable of recognizing
only when he himself has spiritually become a member of it.
Those who have examined and studied its ancient lore
have no doubt that Freemasonry, like the universe itself, which is the greatest of all schools, deals with the unfolding
of a three-fold principle; for all the universe is governed by the same three kings who are called the builders of the
Masonic temple. They are not personalities but principles, great intelligent energies and powers which in God,
man, and the universe have charge of the molding of cosmic substance into the habitation of the living king , the temple
built through the ages first of unconscious and then conscious effort on the part of every individual who is expressing in
his daily life the creative principles of these three kings. The true brodaer of the ancient
Craft realized that the completion of the temple he was building to the King of the Universe was a duty or rather a
privilege which he owed to his God, to his brother, and to himself. He knew that certain steps must be taken and
that his temple must be built according to the plan. Today it seems that the plan is lost, however, for in the majority
of cases Freemasonry is no longer an operative art but is merely a speculative idea until each brother, reading the
mystery of hi s symbols and pondering over the beautiful allegories unfolded in his ritual, realizes that he himself
contains the keys and the plans so long lost to his Craft and that if he would ever learn Freemasonry he must unlock
its doors with the key wrought from the base metals of his own being.
True Freemasonry is esoteric; it is not a
thing of this world. All that we have here is a link, a doorway, through which the student may pass into the unknown.
Freemasonry has nothing to do with things of form save that it realizes form is molded by and manifests the life it
contains. Consequently the student is seeking so to mold his life that the form will glorify the God whose temple
he is slowly building as he awakens one by one the workmen within himself and directs them to carry out the plan that h
as been given him out of heaven.
So far as it is possible to discover, ancient Freemasonry and the beautiful cosmic
allegories that it teaches, perpetuated through hundreds of lodges and ancient mysteries, forms the oldest of the Mystery
Schools;* and its preser-
* This is a term used by the ancients to designate the esoteric side of their religious
ceremonials. The candidate passing through these mysteries was initiated into the mysteries of Nature and the arcane
side of natural law.
vation through the ages has not depended upon itself as an exoteric body of partly evolved
individuals but upon a concealed brotherhood, the exoteric side of Freemasonry. All the great mystery, Schools have
hierarchies upon the spiritual planes of Nature which are expressing themselves in this world through creeds and organizations.
The true student seeks to lift himself from the exoteric body upward spiritually until he joins the esoteric group which,
without a lodge on the physical plane of Nature, is fa r greater than all the lodges of which it is the central fire.
The spiritual instructors of humanity are forced to labor in the concrete world with things comprehensible to the concrete
mind, and there man begins to comprehend the meaning of the allegories and symbols which surround his exoteric work
as soon as he prepares himself to receive them. The true Mason realizes that the work of the Mystery Schools in
the world is of an inclusive rathe r than an exclusive nature, and that the only lodge which is b road enough to express
his ideals is one whose dome is the heavens, whose pillars are the corners of creation, whose checker-board floor is composed of
the crossing currents of human emotion and whose altar is the human heart. Creeds cannot bind the true seeker for
truth. Realizing the unity of all truth, the Mason also realizes that the hierarchies laboring with him have given him
in his varying degrees the mystic spiritual rituals of all the Mystery S chools in the world, and if he would fill his
place i n the plan he must not enter this sacred study for what he can get out of it but that he may learn how to serve.
In
Freemasonry is concealed the mystery of creation, the answer to the problem of existence, and the path the student must
tread in order to join those who are really the living powers behind the thrones of modern national and international
affairs. The true student realizes most of all that the taking of degrees does not make a man a Mason. A
Mason is not appointed; he is evolved and he must realize that the position he holds in the exoteric lodge means nothing
compared to his position in the spiritual l odge of life. He must forever discard the idea that he can be told or instructed in
the sacred Mysteries or that his being a member of an organization improves him in any way. He must realize that
his duty is to build and evolve the sacred teachings in his own being: that nothing but his own purified being can unlock
the door to the sealed libraries of human consciousness, and that his Masonic rites must eternally be speculative until
he makes them opera tive by living the life of the mystic Mason. His ka rmic responsibilities increase with his
opportunities. Those who are surrounded with knowledge and opportunity for self-improvement and make nothing of these
opportunities are the lazy workmen who will be spiritually, if not physically, cast out of the temple of the king.
The
Masonic order is not a mere social organization, but is composed of all those who have banded themselves together to learn and
apply the principles of mysticism and the occult rites. They are (or should be) philosophers, sages and sober-minded
individuals who have dedicated thernselves upon the Masonic altar and vowed by all they hold dear that the world shall
be better, wiser, and happier because they have lived. Those who enter these mystic rites and pass between the
pillars seeking either prestige or commercial advantage are blasphemers, and while in this world we may count them as
successful, they are the cosmic failures who have barred themselves out from the true rite whose keynote is unselfishness
and whose workers have renounced the things of earth.
In ancient times many years of preparation were required before
the neophyte was permitted to enter the temple of the Mysteries. In this way the shallow, the curious, the faint
of heart, and those unable to withstand the temptations of life were automatically eliminated by their inability to
meet the requirements for admission. The successful candidate wbo did pass between the pillars entered the temple,
keenly realizing his sublime opportunity, his divine obligation, and the mystic privilege which he had earned for himself
through years of special preparation. Only those are truly Masons who enter their temple in reverence, who seek not
the ephemeral things of life but the treasures which are eternal, whose sole desire is to know the true mystery of the Craft
that they may join as honest workmen those who have gone before as builders of the Universal Temple. The Masonic
ritual is not a ceremony, but a life to be lived. Those alone are truly Masons who, dedicating their lives and their
fortunes upo n the a ltar of the living flame, undertake the construction of the one universal building of which they
are the workmen and their God the living Architect. When we have Masons like this the Craft will again be operative,
the flaming triangle will shine forth with greater lustre, the dead builder will rise from his tomb, and the Lost Word
so long concealed from the profane will blaze forth again with the power that makes all things new.
In the pages
that follow have been set down a number of thoughts for the study and consideration of temple builders, craftsmen and artisans
alike. They are the keys which, if only read, will leave the student still in ignorance but, if lived, will change
the speculative Masonry of today into the operative Masonry of tomorrow, when each builder, realizing his own place,
will see things which he never saw before, not because they were not there but because he was blind. And there
are none so blind as those who will not see.
THOUGHTLESSNESS
The noblest tool of the Mason is his mind, but
its value is measured by the use made of it. Thoughtful in all things, the aspiring candidate to divine wisdom attains
reality in sincere desire, in meditation, and in silence. Let the keynote of the Craft, and of the Ritual, be
written in blazing letters: THINK OF ME. What is the meaning of this mystic maze of symbols, rites and rituals?
THINK! What does life mean, with the criss-crossings of human relationship, the endless pageantry of qualities masqueradin g
in a carnival of fools? THINK! What is the plan behind it all, and who the planner? Where dwells the Great Architect, and
what is the tracing board upon which he designs? THINK! What is the human soul, and why the endless yearning to ends
unknown, along pathways where each must wander unaccompanied? Why mind, why soul, why spirit, and in truth, why anything?
THINK! Is there an answer? If so, where will the truth be found? Think, Brothers o f the Craft, think deeply; for if
truth exists, you have it, and if truth be within the reach of living creature, what other goal is worth the struggle?
CHAPTERII
THE
CANDIDATE
There comes a time in the growth of every living individual thing when it realizes with dawning consciousness
that it is a prisoner. While apparently free to move and have its being, the struggling life cognizes through ever greater
vehicles its own limitations. It is at this point that man cries out with greater insistence to be liberated from the
binding ties which, though invisible to mortal eyes, still chain him with bonds far more terrible than those of any
physical prison.
Many have read the story of the prisoner of Chillon who paced back and forth in the narrow confines
of his prison cell, while the blue waters rolled ceaselessly above his head and the only sound that broke the stillness
of his eternal night was the constant swishing and lapping of the waves. We pity the prisoner in his physical tomb
and we are sad at heart, for we know how life loves liberty. But there is one prisoner whose plight is far worse than those
of earth. He has not even the narrow confines of a prison cell around Him; He cannot pace ceaselessly to and fro and
wear ruts in the cobblestones of His dungeon floor. That eternal Prisoner is Life incarnate within the dark stone
walls of matter, with not a single ray to brighten the blackness of His fate. He fights eternally, praying in
the dark confines of gloomy walls for light and opportunity. This is the eternal Prisoner who, through the ceaseless
ages of cosmic unfoldment, through forms unnumbered an d species now unknown, strives eternally to libe rate Himself and gain
self conscious expression, the birthright of every created thing. He awaits the day when, standing upon the rocks
that now form His shapeless tomb, He may raise His arms to heaven, bathed in the sunlight of spiritual freedom, free
to join the sparkling atoms and dancing light-beings released from the bonds of prison wall and tomb.
Around
Life - that wondrous germ in the heart of every living thing, that sacred Prisoner in His gloomy cell, that Master Builder laid
away in the grave of matter - has been built the wondrous legend of the Holy Sepulchre. Under allegories unnumbered,
the mystic philosophers of the ages, have perpetuated this wonderful story, and among the Craft Masons it forms the
mystic ritual of Hiram, the Master Builder, murdered in his temple by the very builders who should have served him as
he labored to perfect the dwelling place of his God.
Matter is the tomb. It is the dead wall of substance
not yet awakened into the pulsating energies of Spirit. It exists in many degrees and forms, not only in the chemical
elements which form the solids of our universe but in finer and more subtle substances. These, though expressing through
emotion and thought, are still beings of the world of form. These substances form the great cross of matter which
opposes the growth of all things and by opposition makes all growth possible. It is the great cross o f hydrogen, nitrogen,
oxygen, and carbon upon which even the life germ in protoplasm is crucified and suspended in agony. These substances are
incapable of giving it adequate expression. The Spirit within cries out for freedom: freedom to be, to express, to
manifest its true place in the Great Plan of cosmic unfoldment.
It is this great yearning within the heart of man
which sends him slowly onward toward the gate of the Temple; it is this inner urge for greater understanding and greater
light which brought into being through the law of necessity the great cosmic Masonic Lodge dedicated to those seeking
union with the Powers of Light that their prison walls might be removed. This shell cannot be discarded: it must
be raised into union with the Life; each dead, crystallized atom in the human body tnust be set vibrating and spinning
to a higher rate of consciousness. Through purification, through knowledge, and through service to his fellow man
the candidate sequentially unfolds these mystic properties, building better and more perfect bodies through which his
higher life secures even greater manifestation. The expression of man through constructive thought, emotion, and
action liberates the higher nature from bodies which in their crystallized states are incapa ble of giving him his natural
opportunities.
In Freemasonry this crystallized substance of matter is called the grave and represents the Holy
Sepulchre. This is the grave within which the lost Builder lies and with Him are the plans of the Temple and the
Master's Word, and it is this builder, our Grand Master, whom we must seek and raise from the dead. This noble Son of
Light cries out to us in every expression of matter. Every stick and stone marks His resting place, and the sprig
of acacia promises that through the long winter of spiritual darkne ss when the sun does not shine for man, this Light
still awaits the day of liberation when each one of us shall raise Him by the grip of the Grand Master, the true grip
of a Master Mason. We cannot hear this Voice that calls eternally, but we feel its inner urge. A great unknown
something pulls at our heartstrings. As the ages roll by, the deep desire to be greater, to live better, and to think
God's thoughts, builds within ourselves the qualifica tions of a candidate who, when asked why he takes the path , would
truly answer if he knew mentally the things he feels: "I hear a voice that cries out to me from flora and fauna, from
the stones, from the clouds, from the very heaven itself. Each fiery atom spinning and twisting in Cosmos cries
out to me with the voice of my Master. I can hear Hiram Abiff, my Grand Master, crying out in his agony, the agony of
life hidden within the darkness of its prison walls, seeking for the expression which I have denied it, lab oring, to bring
closer the day of its liberation , and I have learned to know that I am responsible for those walls. My daily actions
are the things which as ruffians and traitors are murdering my God."
There are many legends of the Holy Sepulchre
which for so many centuries had been in the hands of the infidel and which the Christian worlds sought to retake in
the days of the Crusades. Few Masons realize that this Holy Sepulchre, or tomb, is in reality negation and crystallization
- matter that has sealed within itself the Spirit of Life which must remain in darkness until the growth of each individual
being gives it walls of glowing gold and changes its stones into windows. As we develop better and bet ter vehicles of
expression, these walls slowly expand until at last Spirit rises triumphant from its tomb and, blessing the very walls
that confined it, raises them to union with itself.
We may first consider the murderers of Hiram. These three ruffians,
who, when the Builder seeks to leave his temple, strike him with the tools of his own Craft until finally they slay him
and bring the temple down in destruction upon their own heads, symbolize the three expressions of our own lower natures
which are in truth the murderers of the good within ourselves. These three may be called thought, desire, and
action. When purified and transmuted they are three glorious avenues through which may mani fest the great life
power of the three kings, the glowing builders of the Cosmic Lodge manifesting in this world as spiritual thought, constructive
emotion, and useful daily labor in the various places and positions where we find ourselves while carrying on the Master's
work. These three form the Flaming Triangle which glorifies every living Mason, but when crystallized and perverted they
form a triangular prison through which the light cann ot shine and the Life is forced to languish in the dim darkness of
despair, until man himself through his higher understanding liberates the energies and powers which are indeed the builders
and glorifiers of his Father's House.
Now let us consider how these three fiery kings of the dawn became, through
perversion of their manifestation by man, the ruffians who murdered Hiram - the energizing powers of cosmos which course through
the blood of every living being, seeking to beautify and perfect the temple they would build according to the plan laid
down on the tracing board by the Master Architect of the universe. First in the mind is one of the three kings, or rather
we shall say a channel through which he manifests; for King Solo mon is the power of mind which, perverted, becomes
a destroyer who tears down with the very powers which nourish and build. The right application of thought, when
seeking the answer to the cosmic problem of destiny, liberates man's spirit which soars above the concrete through that
wonderful power of mind, with its dreams and its ideals.
When man's thoughts rise upon the wings of aspiration,
when he pushes back the darkness with the strength of reason and logic, then indeed the builder is liberated from his
dungeon and the light pours in, bathing him with life and power. This light enables us to seek more clearly the
mystery of creation and to find with greater certainty our place in the Great Plan, for as man unfolds his bodies he
gains talents with which he can explore the mysteries of Nature and search for the hidden workings of the Div ine. Through
these powers the Builder is liberated and his consciousness goes forth conquering and to conquer. These higher ideals,
these spiritual concepts, these altruistic, philanthropic, educative applications of thought power glorify the Builder;
for they give the power of expression and those who can express themselves are free. When man can mold his thoughts,
his emotions, and his actions into faithful expressions of his highest ideals then li berty is his, for ignorance is
the darkness of Chaos and knowledge is the light of Cosmos.
In spite of the fact that many of us live apparently
to gratify the desires of the body and as servants of the lower nature, still there is within each of us a power which
may remain latent for a great length of time. This power lives eternities perhaps, and yet at some time during
our growth there comes a great yearning for freedom, when, having discovered that the pleasures of sense gratification
are eternally elusive and unsatisfying, we make an examination of ourselves and begin to realize that there a re greater
reasons for our being. It is sometimes reason, sometimes suffering, sometimes a great desire to be helpful, that
brings out the first latent powers which show that one long wandering in the darkness is about to take the path that
leads to Light. Having lived life in all its experiences, he has learned to realize that all the manifestations
of being, all the various experiences through which he passes, are steps leading in one direction; that, consciously
or unconsciously, all souls are being le d to the portico of the temple where for the first time they see and realize the
glory of Divinity. It is then that they understand the age-old allegory of the martyred Builder and feel his power
within themselves crying out from the prison of materiality. Nothing else seems worth while; and, regardless of
cost, suffering, or the taunts of the world, the candidate slowly ascends the steps that lead to the temple eternal.
The reason that governs Cosmos he does not know, the laws which mold his being he do es not realize, but he does know
that somewhere behind the veil of human ignorance there is an eternal light toward which step by step he must labor. With
his eyes fixed on the heavens above and his hands clasped in prayer he passes slowly as a candidate up the steps.
In fear and trembling, yet with a divine realization of good, he raps on the door and awaits in silence the answer from
within.
CHAPTER III
THE ENTERED APPRENTICE There are three grand steps in the unfoldment of the human soul
before it completes the dwelling place of the spirit. These have been caged respectively youth, manhood, and old
age; or, as the Mason would say, the Entered Apprentice, the Fellow Craft, and the Master Builder. All life passes
through these three grand stages of human consciousness. They can be listed as the man on the outside looking
in, the man going in, and the man inside. The path of human life is governed as all things are by the laws of
analogy, and as at birth we start our pilgrimmage through youth, manhood, and old age, so the spiritual consciousness
of man in his cosmic path of unfoldment passes from unconsciousness to perfect consciousness in the Grand Lodge of the universe.
Before the initiation of the Entered Apprentice degree can be properly understood and appreciated, certain requirements must
be considered, not merely those of the physical world but also those of the spiritual world.
The Mason must realize
that his true initiation is a spiritual and not a physical ritual, and that his initiation into the living temple of
the spiritual hierarchy regulating Freemasonry may not occur until years after he has taken the physical degree, or spiritually
he may be a Grand Master before he comes into the world. There are probably few instances in the history of Freemasonry
where the spiritual ordination of the aspiring seeker took place at the same time as the physical initiation, because the t
rue initiation depends upon the cultivation of certain soul qualities - an individual and personal matter which is left entirely
to the volition of the mystic Mason and which he must carry out in silence and alone.
The court of the tabernacle
of the ancient Jews was divided into three parts: the outer court, the holy place, and the most Holy of Holies.
These three divisions represent the three grand divisions of human consciousness. The degree of Entered Apprentice
is acquired when the student signifies his intention to take the rough ashlar which he cuts from the quarry and prepares
for the truing of the Fellow Craft.
In other words, the first degree is really one of preparation; it is a material
step dealing with material things, for all spiritual life must be raised upon a material foundation.
Seven is the
number of the Entered Apprentice as it relates to the seven liberal arts and sciences, and these are the powers with which
the Entered Apprentice must labor before he is worthy to go onward into the more elevated and advanced degrees. They
are much mistaken who believe that they can reach the spiritual planes of Nature without first passing through and molding
matter into the expression of spiritual power; for the first stage in the growth of a Master Mason is mastery of the
concrete condition s of life and the developments of sense centers which will later become channels for the expression
of spiritual truths.
All growth is a gradual procedure carried on in an orderly, masterly way, as exemplified by
the opening and closing of a lodge. The universe is divided into planes and these planes are divided from each other
by the rates of vibration which pass through them. As the spiritual consciousness progresses through the chain, the lower
lose connection with it when it has raised itself above their level, until finally only the Grand Masters are capable of remaining
in session, and unknown even to the Master Mason it finally passes back again to the spiritual hierarchy from which it came.
Action
is the keynote of the Entered Apprentice lodge. All growth is the result of exercise and the intensifying of vibratory
rates. It is through exercise that the muscles of the human body are strengthened; it is through the seven liberal arts
and sciences that the human mind receives certain impulses which, in turn, stimulate internal centers of consciousness.
These centers of consciousness, through still greater development, will later give fuller expression to these inner
powers; but the Entered Appr entice has for his first duty the awakening of these powers, and, like the youth of whom
he is a symbol, his ideals and labors must be tied closely to concrete things. For him both points of the compasses
are under the square; for him the reasons which manifest through the heart and mind - the two polarities of expression
are darkened and concealed beneath the square which measures the block of bodies. He knows not the reason why;
his work is t o follow the directions of those whose knowledge is greater th an his own; but as the result of the application
of energies, through action and reaction he slowly builds and evolves the powers of discrimination and the strength
of character which mark the Fellow Craft degree.
It is obvious that the rough ashlar symbolizes the body. It
also represents cosmic root substance which is taken out of the quarry of the universe by the first expressions of intelligence
and molded by them into ever finer and more perfect lines until finally it becomes the perfect stone for the Builder's
temple.
How can emotion manifest save through form? How can mind manifest until the intricately evolved brain cells
of matter have raised their organic quality to form the ground-work upon which other things may be based? All students
of human mature realize that every expression of man depends upon organic quality; that in every living thing this differs;
and that the fineness of this matter is the certain indication of growth - mental, physical or spiritual.
True to
the doctrines of his Craft, the Entered Apprentice must beautify his temple. He must build within himself by his actions, by
the power of his hand and the tools of his Craft, certain qualities which make possible his initiation into the higher degrees
of the spiritual lodge.
We know that the cube block is symbolic of the tomb. It is also well known that the
Entered Apprentice is incapable of rolling away the stone or of transmuting it into a greater or higher thing; but it
is his privilege to purify and glorify that stone and begin the great work of preparing it for the temple of his King.
Few
realize that since the universe is made up of individuals in various stages of development, responsibility is consequently individual,
and everything which man wishes to gain he must himself build and maintain. If he is to use his finer bodies for
the purpose for which they were intended, he must treat them well, that they may be good and faithful servants in the
great work he is preparing for.
The quarries represent the limitless powers of natural resources. They are symbolic
of the practically endless field of human opportunity; they symbolize the cosmic substances from which man must gather
the stones for his temple. At this stage in his growth, the Entered Apprentice is privileged to gather the stones which
he wishes to true during his progress through the lodge, for at this point he symbolizes the youth who is choosing his
life work. He represents the human ego who in the dawn of time gath ered many blocks and cubes and broken stones
from the Great Quarry. These rough and broken stones that as yet will not fit into anything are the partially evolved
powers and senses with which he labors. In the first state he must gather these materials, and those who have
not gathered them can never true them. During the involuntary period of human consciousness, the Entered Apprentice in
the Great Lodge was man, who labored with these rough blocks, seeking the tools and the power with which to true them .
As he evolves down through the ages, he gains the tools and cosmically passes on to the degree of Fellow Craft where
he trues his ashlar in harmony with the plans upon the Master's tracing board. This rough, uncut ashlar has three
dimensions, representative of the three ruffians who at this stage are destroyers of the fourth dimensional life concealed
within the ugly, ill-shaped stone.
The lost key of the Entered Apprentice is service. Why, he may not ask;
when, he does not know. His work is to do, to act, to express himself in some way - constructively if possible, but
destructively rather than not at all. Without action, he loses his great work; without tools, which symbolize
the body, he cannot act in an organized manner. Consequently, it is necessary to master the arts and sciences
which place in his hands intelligent tools for the expression of energy. Beauty is the keynote to h is ideal.
With his concrete ideals he must beautify all with which he comes in contact, so that the works of his hand may be acceptable
in the eyes of the Great Architect of the Universe.
His daily life, in home, business, and society, together with
the realization of the fundamental unity of each with all, form the base upon which the aspiring candidate may raise
a greater superstructure. In truth he must live the life, the result of which is the purification of his body,
so that the more attenuated forces of the higher degrees may express themselves through the finer sensitivity of the
receiving pole within himself. When he reaches this stage in his growth, he is spiritually worthy to co nsider
advancement into a higher degree. This advancement is not the result of election or ballot, but is an automatic process
in which, having sensitized his consciousness by his life, he thereby attunes himself to the next succeeding plane of
expression. All initiation is the result of adjustments of the evolving life to the physical, emotional, and mental
planes of consciousness through which it passes.
We may now consider the spiritual requirements of one who feels that
he would mystically correlate himself with that great spiritual fraternity which, concealed behind the exoteric rite, forms
the living power of the Entered Apprentice lodge:
1. It is essential that the Entered Apprentice should have studied sufficiently
the subject of anatomy to have at least a general idea of the physical body, for the entire degree is based upon the mystery
of form. The human body is the highest manifestation of form which he is capable of analyzing. Consequently,
he must devote himself to the study of his own being and its mysteries and complexities.
2. The Entered Apprentice
must realize that his body is the living temple of the living God and treat it accordingly; for when he abuses or mistreats
it he breaks the sacred obligations which he must assume before he can ever hope to understand the true mysteries of
the Craft. The breaking of his pact with the higher Life evolving within himself unfailingly invokes the retributive agencies
of Nature.
3. He must study the problem of the maintenance of bodies through food, clothing, breathing, and other
necessities, as all of these are important steps in the Entered Apprentice lodge. Those who eat immoderately,
dress improperly, and use only about one-third of their lung capacity can never have the physical efficiency necessary
for the fullest expression of the higher Life.
4. He must grow physically and in the expression of concrete things.
Human relationships must be idealized at this time, and he must seek to unfold all unselfish qualities which are necessary
for the harmonious working of the Mason and his fellow men on the physical plane of Nature.
5. He must seek to
round off all inequalities. He can best do this by balancing his mental and physical organisms through the application
and study of the seven liberal arts and sciences.
Until he is relatively master of these principles on the highest plane
within his own being, he cannot hope spiritually to attract to himself, through the qualities of his own character, the life-giving
ray of the Fellow Craft. When he reaches this point, however, he is spiritually ready to hope for membership in a
more advanced degree.
The Mason must realize that his innermost motives are the index of his real self, and those
who allow social position, financial or business considerations or selfish and materialistic ideals, to lead them into
the Masonic Brotherhood have thereby automatically separated themselves from the Craft. They can never do any harm
to Freemasonry by joining because they cannot get in. Ensconced within the lodge, they may feel that they have deceived
the Grand Master of the Universe, but when the spiritual lodge me ets to carry on the true work of the Craft, they are
disqualified and absent. Watch fobs, lapel badges, and other insignia do not make Masons; neither does the ritual ordain
them. Masons are evolved through the self-conscious effort to live up to the highest ideals within themselves;
their lives are the sole insignia of their rank, greater by far than any visible, tangible credential.
Bearingy
this in mind, it is possible for the unselfish, aspiring soul to become spiritually and liberally vouched for by the centers of
consciousness as an Entered Apprentice. It means he has taken the first grand step on the path of personal liberation.
He is now symbolized as the child with the smiling face, for with the simplicity of a child he places himself under
the protection of his great spiritual Father, willing and glad to obey each of His commands. Having reached this
point and having done th e best it was possible for him to do, he is in position to hope that the powers that be, moving
in their mysterious manner, may find him worthy to undertake the second great step in spiritual liberation.
CHAPTER
IV THE FELLOW CRAFT
Life manifests not only through action on the physical plane, but through human emotion and
sentiment. This is the type of energy taken up by the student when he starts his labors in the Fellow Craft.
From youth with its smiling face, he passes on to the greater responsibilities of manhood.
On the second step of
the temple stands a soldier dressed in shining armor, but his sword is sheathed and a book is in his hand. He is symbolic
of strength, the energy of Mars, and the wonderful step in spiritual unfoldment which we know as Fellow Craft. Through
each one of us course the fiery rays of human emotion, a great seething cauldron of power behind each expression of human energy.
Like spirited horses chafing at the bit, like hounds eager for the chase, the emotional powers cannot be held in che ck,
but break the walls of restraint and pour forth as fiery expressions of dynamic energy. This great principle of emotion
we know as the second murderer of Hiram. Through the perversion of human emotions there comes into the world untold
sorrow, which through reaction, manifests in the mental and physical bodies.
It is strange how divine powers may
become perverted until each expression and urge becomes a ruffian and a murderer. The divine compassion of the
gods manifests in this world of form very differently than in the realms of light. Divine compassion is emergized
by the same influxes as mortal passions and the lusts of earth. The spiritual light rays of Cosmos - the Fire Princes
of the Dawn - which seethe and surge through the unregenerate man, are the impulses which he perverts to murder and
hate. The cea seless power of Chaos, the seething pinwheel spiralds of perpetual motion, whose majestic cadences
are the music of the spheres, are energized by the same great power that man uses to destroy the highest and best.
The same mystic power that keeps the planets in their orbits around the solar body, the same energy that keeps each electron spinning
and whirling, the same energy that is building the temple of God, is now a merciless slave-driver which , unmastered and uncurbed,
strikes the Compassionate One and sends him reeling backward into the darkness of his prison. Man does not listen
to that little voice which speaks to him in ever loving, ever sorrowful tones. This voice speaks of the peace
accompanying the constructive application of energy which he must chain if he would master the powers of creation.
How long will it take King Hiram of Tyre, the warrior on the second step, symbolic of the Fellow Craft of the Cosmic
Lodge, to teach mankind the lessons of sel f-mastery? The teacher can do it only as he daily depicts the miseries which are
the resilt of uncurbed appetites. The strength of man was not given to be used destructively but that he might build
a temple worthy to be the dwelling place of the Great Architect of the universe. God is glorifying himself through
the individualized portions of himself, and is slowly teaching these individualized portions to understand and glorify
the whole.
The day has come when Fellow Craftsmen must know and apply their knowledge. The lost key to their
grade is the mastery of emotion, which places the energy of the universe at their disposal. Man can only expect
to be entrusted with great power by proving his ability to use it constructively and selflessly. When the Mason learns that
the key to the warrior on the block is the proper application of the dynamo of living power, he has learned the mystery
of his Craft. The seething energies of Lucifer are in his hands and before he may step onward and upward, he must
prove his ability to properly apply energy. He must follow in the footsteps of his forefather, Tubal-Cain, who
with the mighty strength of the war god hammered his sword into a plowshare. Incessant vigilance over thought,
action, and desire is indispensable to those who wish to make progress in the unfolding of their own being, and the Fellow Craft's
degree is the degree of transmutation. The hand that slays must lift the fallen, while the lips given to cursing
must be taught to pray. The heart that hates must learn the mystery of compassion, as the result of a deeper and
more perfect understanding of man's relation to his brother. The firm, kind hand of spirit must curb the flaming
powers of emotion with an iron grip. In the realization and application of these principles lies the key of the
Fellow Craft.
In this degree, the two points of the compass (one higher than the other), symbolize the heart and
mind, and with the expression of the higher emotions the heart point of the compass is liberated from the square, which
is an instrument used to measure the block of matter and therefore symbolizes form.
A large percentage of the people
of the world at the present time are passing through, spiritually, the degree of the Fellow Craft, with its five senses.
The sense perceptions come under the control of the emotional energies, therefore the development of the senses is necessary
to the constructive expression of the Fellow Craft power. Man must realize that all the powers which his many years of
need have earned for him have come in order that through them he may liberate more fully the prisoner within his own being.
As the Fellow Craft degree is the middle of the three, the spiritual duty of each member is to reach the point of poise
or balance, which is always secured between extremes. The mastery of expression is also to be found in this degree.
The keywords of the Fellow Craft may be briefly defined as compassion, poise, and transmutation.
In the Fellow Craft
degree is concealed the dynamo of human life. The Fellow Craft is the worker with elemental fire, which it is his duty
to transmute into spiritual light. The heart is the center of his activity and it is while in this degree that the
human side of the nature with its constructive emotions should be brought out and emphasized. But all of these
expressions of the human heart must become transmuted into the emotionless compassion of the gods, who despite the suffering
of the moment, gaze down upon mankind and see that it is good.
When the candidate feels that he has reached a point
where he is able to manifest every energizing current and fire-flame in a constructive, balanced manner and has spiritually
lifted the heart sentiments of the mystic out of the cube of matter, he may then expect that the degree of Master Mason
is not far off, and so may look forward eagerly to the time of his spiritual ordination into the higher degree.
He should now study himself and realize that he cannot receive promotion into the spiritual lodge unti l his heart is
attuned to a superior, spiritual influx from the causal planes of consciousness.
The following requirements are
necessary before the student can spiritually say that he is a member of the ancient and accepted rite of the Fellow
Craft:
1. The mastery of emotional outbreaks of all kinds, poise under trying conditions, kindness in the face of
unkindness, and simplicity with its accompanying power. These points show that the seeker is worthy of being taught
by a Fellow Craftsman.
2. The mastery of the animal energies, the curbing of passion and desire, and the control
of the lower nature mark the faithful attempts on the part of the student to be worthy of the Fellow Craft.
3.
The understanding and mastery of the creative forces, the consecration of them to the unfolding of the spiritual nature,
and a proper understanding of their physical application, are necessary steps at this stage of the student's growth.
4.
The transmutation of personal affection into impersonal compassion shows that the Fellow Craftsman truly understands his duties
and is living in a manner worthy of his order. Personalities cannot bind the true second degree member, for having raised
one point of the compasses he now realizes that all personal manifestations are governed by impersonal principles.
5.
At this point the candidate consecrates the five senses to the study of human problems with the unfolding of sense centers
as the motive; for he realizes that the five senses are keys, the proper application of which will give him material
for spiritual transmutation if he will apply to them the common divisor of analogy.
The Entered Apprentice may
be termed a materialistic degree. The Fellow Craft is religious and mystical, while the Master Mason is occult
or philosophical. Each of these is a degree in the unfoldment of a connected life and intelligence, revealing in
ever fuller expression the gradual liberation of the Master from the trianglar cell of threefold negation which marks
the early stage of individualization.
CHAPTER V THE MASTER MASON
On the upper steps of spiritual unfoldment
stands the Master Mason, who spiritually represents the graduate from the school of esoteric learning. In the ancient
symbols he is represented as an old man leaning upon a staff, his long white beard upon his chest, and his deep, piercing
eyes sheltered by the brows of a philosopher. He is in truth old, not in years, but in wisdom and understanding,
which are the only true measurement of age. Through years and lives of labor he has found the staff of life and
tr uth upon which he leans. He no longer depends upon the words of others but upon the still voice that speaks
from the heart of his own being. There is no more glorious position that a man may hold than that of a Master Builder,
who has risen by labor through the degrees of human consciousness. Time is the differentiation of eternity devised
by man to measure the passage of human events. On the spiritual planes of Nature it is the space or distance between
the s tages of spiritual growth and hence is not m easurable by material means. Many a child comes into this world a
Grand Master of the Masonic School, while many a revered and honored brother passes silently to rest without having
gained admittance to its gate. The Master Mason is one whose life is full, pressed down and brimming over with
the experience he has gained in his slow pilgrimage up the winding stairs.
The Master Mason embodies the power of
the human mind, that connecting link which binds heaven and earth together in an endless chain. His spiritual
light is greater because he has evolved a higher vehicle for its expression. Above even constructive action and
emotion soars the power of thought which swiftly flies on wings to the source of Light. The mind is the highest form
of his human expression and he passes into the great darkness of the inner room illuminated only by the fruits of reason.
The glor ious privileges of a Master Mason are in keeping with his greater knowledge and wisdom. From the student
he has blossomed forth as the teacher; from the kingdom of those who follow he has joined that little group who must
always lead the way. For him the Heavens have opened and the Great Light has bathed him in its radiance. The Prodigal
Son, so long a wanderer in the regions of darkness, has returned again to his Father's house. The voice speaks from
the Heavens, its power thrilling the Master until hi s own being seems filled with its divinity, saying, "This is my
beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." The ancients taught that the sun was not a source of light, life, or power,
but a medium through which life and light were reflected into physical substance. The Master Mason is in truth
a sun, a great reflector of light, who radiates through his organism, purified by ages of preparation, the glorious power which
is the light of the Lodge. He, in truth, has become the spokesman of the Most High. He st ands between the
glowing fire light and the world. Through him passes Hydra, the great snake, and from its month there pours to
man the light of God. His symbol is the rising sun, for in him the globe of day has indeed risen in all its splendor
from the darkness of the night, illuminating the immortal East with the first promise of approaching day.
With a
sigh the Master lays aside his tools. For him the temple is nearing completion, the last stones are being placed,
and he slakes his lime with a vague regret as he sees dome and minaret rise through the power of his handiwork.
The true Master does not long for rest, and as he sees the days of his labor close, a sadness weighs upon his heart.
Slowly the brothers of his Craft leave him, each going his respective way; and, climbing step by step, the Master stands
alone on the pinnacle of the temple. One stone must yet be placed, but this he cannot find. Somewhere it lies concealed.
In prayer he kneels, asking the powers that be to aid him in his search. The light of the sun shines upon him and
bathes him in a splendor celestial. Suddenly a voice speaks from the Heavens, saying, "The temple is finished
and in my faithful Master is found the missing stone."
Both points of the compasses are now lifted from under the
square. The divine is liberated from its cube; heart and mind alike are liberated from the symbol of mortality, and
as emotion and thought they unite for the glorification of the greatest and the highest. Then the Sun and Moon are united
and the Hermetic Degree is consummated.
The Master Mason is afforded opportunities far beyond the reach of ordinary
man, but he must not fail to realize that with every opportunity comes a cosmic responsibility. It is worse by far
to know and not to do than never to have known at all. He realizes that the choice of avoiding responsibility
is no longer his and that for him all problems must be met and solved. The only joy in the heart of the Master
is the joy of seeing the fruits of his handiwork. It can be truly said of the Master that throug h suffering he
has learned to be glad, through weeping he has learned to smile, and through dying he has learned to live. The purification
and probationship of his previous degrees have so spiritualized his being that he is in truth a glorious example of God's
Plan for His children. The greatest sermon he can preach, the greatest lesson he can teach, is that of standing forth
a living proof of the Eternal Plan. The Master Mason is not ordained: h e is the natural product of cause and
effect, and none but those who live the cause can produce the effect. The Master Mason, if he be truly a Master,
is in communication with the unseen powers that move the destinies of life. As the Eldest Brother of the lodge,
he is the spokesman for the spiritual hierarchies of his Craft. He no longer follows the direction of others, but
on his own tracing board he lays out the plans which his brothers are to follow. He realizes this, and so lives
that every line and plan which he gives out is inspired by the divine with in h imself. His glorious opportunity
to be a factor in the growth of others comes before all else. At the seat of mercy he kneels, a faithful servant
of the Highest within himself and worthy to be given control over the lives of others by having first controlled himself.
Much
is said concerning the loss of the Master's Word and how the seekers go out to find it but bring back only substitutes.
The true Master knows that those who go out can never find the secret trust. He alone can find it who goes within.
The true Master Builder has never lost the Word but has cherished it in the spiritual locket of his own being.
From those who have the eyes to see, nothing is concealed; to those who have the right to know, all things are open
books. The true Word of the three Grand Masters has never been concealed from those who have the right to know it nor
has it ever been revealed to those who have not prepared a worthy shrine to contain it. The Master knows, for he
is a Temple Builder. Within the setting of his own bodies, the Philosopher's Stone is placed; for in truth it
is the heart of the Phoenix, that strange bird which rises with renewed youth from the ashes of its burned body.
When the Master's heart is as pure and white as the diamond that he wears, he will then become a living stone-the crown jewel
in the diadem of his Craft.
The Word is found when the Master himself is ordained by the living hand of God, cleansed
by living water, baptized by living fire, a Priest-King after the Order of Melchizedek, who is above the law.
The
geat work of the Master Mason can be called the art of balance. To him is given the work of balancing the triangle that
it may blaze forth with the glory of the Divine Degree. The triple energies of thought, desire, and action must
be united in a harmonious blending of expression. He holds in his hands the triple keys; he wears the triple crown
of the ancient Magus, for he is in truth the King of heaven, earth, and hell. Salt, sulphur, and mercury are the
elements of his work and with the philosophi cal mercury he seeks to blend all powers to the glorifying of one end.
Behind
the degree of Master Mason, there is another not known to earth. Far above him stretch other steps concealed by the
blue veil which divides the seen from the unseen. The true Brother knows this, therefore he works with an end
in view far above the concept of mortal mind. He seeks to be worthy to pass behind that veil and join that band
who, unhonored and unsung, carry the responsibilities of human growth. His eyes are fixed forever on the Seven
Stars which shine down from somewhere above the uppe r rung of the ladder. With hope, faith, and charity he climbs
the steps, and whispering the Master's Word to the Keeper of the Gates, passes on behind the veil. It is then,
and then only, that a true Mason is born. Only behind this veil does the mystic student come into his own.
The things which we see around us are but forms-promises of a thing unnamed, symbols of a truth unknown. It is
in the spiritual temple built without the voice of wo rkmen or the sound of hammer that the true initiation is given, and
there, robed in the simple lambskin of a purified body, the student becomes a Master Mason, chosen out of the world
to be an active worker in the name of the Great Architect. It is there alone, unseen by mortal eyes, that the
Greater Degrees are given and there the soul radiating the light of Spirit becomes a living; star in the blue canopy
of the Masonic lodge.
TRANSMUTATION
Masonry is eternal truth, personified, idealized, and yet made simple.
Eternal truth alone can serve it. Virtue is its priest, patience its warden, illumination its master. The world cannot
know this, however, save when Masons in their daily life prove that it is so. Its truth is divine, and is not to be
desecrated or defamed by the thoughtlessness of its keepers. Its temple is a holy place, to be entered in reverence.
Material thoughts and material dissensions must be left without its gate. They may not enter. Only the pure of
heart, regenerated and transmuted, may pass the sanctity of its veil. The schemer has no place in its ranks, nor the
materialist in its shrine; for Masons walk on hallowed ground, sanctified by the veneration of ages. Let the tongue
be stilled, let the heart be stilled, let the mind be stilled. In reverence and in the silence, stillness shall
speak: the voice of stillness is the voice of the Creator. Show your light and yo ur power to men, but before
God what have you to offe r, save in humility? Your robes, your tinsel, and your jewels mean naught to Him, until your own
body and soul, gleaming with the radiance of perfection, become the living ornaments of your Lodge.
THE PRESENCE
OF THE MASTER
The Mason believes in the Great Architect, the living keystone of creation's plan, the Master of all
Lodges, without whose spirit there is no work. Let him never forget that the Master is near. Day and night let
him feet the presence of the Supreme or Overshadowing One. The All-Seeing Eye is upon him. Day and night this
great Orb measures his depths, seeing into his innermost soul of souls, judging his life, reading his thoughts, measuring
his aspirations, and rewarding his sincerity. To this All-Seein g One he is accountable; to none other must he
account. This Spirit passes with him out of the Lodge and measures the Mason in the world. This Spirit is with
him when he buys and sells. It is with him in his home. By the light of day and by the darkness of night it
judges him. It hears each thoughtless word. It is the silent witness to every transaction of life, the silent Partner of
every man. By the jury of his acts, each man is judged. Let e very Mason know that his obligations include not only
those w ithin the narrow Lodge, bordered by walls of stone and brick, but those in the Great Lodge, walled only by the
dome of heaven. The Valley of Jehoshaphat waits for him who is false to any creature, as surely as it waited for
the breakers of the Cosmic oath.
CHAPTER VI
THE QUALIFICATIONS OF A TRUE MASON
Every true Mason has come
into the realization that there is but one Lodge - that is, the Universe - and but one Brotherhood, composed of everything
that moves or exists in any of the planes of Nature. He realizes that the Temple of Solomon is really the Temple
of the Solar Man -Sol-Om-On - the King of the Universe manifesting through his three primordial builders. He realizes that
his vow of brotherhood and fraternity is universal, and that mineral, plant, animal, and man are all included in the true
Mas onic Craft. His duty as an elder brother to all the kingdoms of Nature beneath him is well understood by the true
Craftsman, who would rather die than fail in this, his great obligation. He has dedicated his life upon the altar
of his God and is willing and glad to serve the lesser through the powers he has gained from the greater. The mystic
Mason, in building the eyes that see behind the apparent ritual, recognizes the oneness of life manif esting through
the diversity of form.
The true disciple of ancient Masonry has given up forever the worship of personalities.
With his greater insight, he realizes that all forms and their position in material affairs are of no importance to
him compared to the life which is evolving within. Those who allow appearances or worldly expressions to deter them from
their self-appointed tasks are failures in Masonry, for Masonry is an abstract science of spiritual unfoldment. Material prosperity
is not the measure of soul growth. The true Mason r ealizes that behind these diverse forms there is one connected
Life Principle, the spark of God in all living things. It is this Life which he considers when measuring the worth
of a brother. It is to this Life that he appeals for a recognition of spiritual Unity. He realizes that
it is the discovery of this spark of Unity which makes him a conscious member of the Cosmic Lodge. Most of all, he must
learn to understand that this divine spark shines out as brightly from the body of a foe as it does from t he dearest friend.
The true Mason has learned to be divinely impersonal in thought, action, and desire.
The true Mason is not creed-bound.
He realizes with the divine illumination of his lodge that as Mason his religion must be universal: Christ, Buddha or
Mohammed, the name means little, for he recognizes only the light and not the bearer. He worships at every shrine,
bows before every altar, whether in temple, mosque or cathedral, realizing with his truer understanding the oneness of all
spiritual truth. All true Masons know that they only are heathen who, having great ideals, do not live up to them.
Th ey know that all religions are but one story told in divers ways for peoples whose ideals differ but whose great
purpose is in harmony with Masonic ideals. North, east, south and west stretch the diversities of human thought,
and while the ideals of man apparently differ, when all is said and the crystallization of form with its false concepts
is swept away, one basic truth remains: all existing things are Temple Builders, laboring for a single end. No true
Mason can be narrow, for his Lodge is the divine expression of all broadness. There is no place for little minds
in a great work.
The true Mason must develop the powers of observation. He must seek eternally in all the
manifestations of Nature for the things which he has lost because he failed to work for them. He must become a
student of human nature and see in those around him the unfolding and varying expressions of one connected spiritual Intelligence.
The great spiritual ritual of his lodge is enacted before him in every action of his fellow man. The entire Masonic initiation
is an open secret, for anyone can see it played ou t on the city street corners as well as in the untracked wilderness. The
Mason has sworn that every day he will extract from life its message for him and build it into the temple of his God.
He seeks to learn the things which will make him of greater service in the Divine Plan, a better instrument in the hands
of the Great Architect, who is laboring eternally to unfold life through the medium of living things. The Mason
realizes, moreover, tha t his vows, taken of his own free will and accord, give him th e divine opportunity of being
a living tool in the hands of a Master Workman.
The true Master Mason enters his lodge with one thought uppermost in
his mind: "How can I, as an individual, be of greater use in the Universal Plan? What can I do to be worthy to comprehend
the mysteries which are unfolded here? How can I build the eyes to see the things which are concealed from those who
lack spiritual understanding?" The true Mason is supremely unselfish in every expression and application of the powers
that have been entrusted to him. No true Brother seeks anything for himself, but uns elfishly labors for the good
of all. No person who assumes a spiritual obligation for what he can get out of it is worthy of applying for the
position even of water-carrier. The true Light can come only to those who, asking nothing, gladly give all to it.
The
true brother of the Craft, while constantly striving to improve himself, mentally, physically, and spiritually through
the days of his life, never makes his own desires the goal for his works. He has a duty and that duty is to fit
into the plans of another. He must be ready at any hour of the day or night to drop his own ideals at the call
of the Builder. The work must be done and he has dedicated his life to the service of those who know the bonds of
neither time nor space. He must be ready at any moment's notice and his life should be turned into preparing himself
for that call which may come when he least expects it. The Master Mason knows that those most useful to the Plan
are those who have gained the most from the practical experiences of life. It is not what goes on within the tiled
lodge which is the basis of his greatness, but rather the way in which he meets the problems of daily life. The true
Masonic student is known by his brotherly a ctions and common sense.
Every Mason knows that a broken vow brings
with it a terrible penalty. Let him also realize that failure to live mentally, spiritually, and morally up to
one's highest ideals constitutes the greatest of all broken oaths. When a Mason swears that he will devote his
life to the building of his Father's house and then defiles his living temple through the perversion of mental power, emotional
force, and active energy, he is breaking a vow which imposes not hours but ages of misery. If he is worthy to be
a M ason, he must be great enough to restrain the lower side of his own nature which is daily murdering his Grand Master.
He must realize that a misdirected life is a broken vow and that daily service, purification, and the constructive application
of energy is a living invocation which builds within and draws to him the power of the Creator. His life is the
only prayer acceptable in the eyes of the Most High. An impure life is a broken trust; a destructive action is
a living curse; a narrow mind is a strang le-cord around the throat of God.
All true Masons know that their work
is not secret, but they realize that it must remain unknown to all who do not live the true Masonic life. Yet
if the so-called secrets of Freemasonry were shouted from the housetops, the Fraternity would be absolutely safe; for
certain spiritual qualities are necessary before the real Masonic secrets can be understood by the brethren themselves.
Hence it is that the alleged "exposures" of Freemasonry, printed by the thousands and tens of thousands since 1730 down
to the present hour, cannot injure the Fraternity. They reveal merely the outward forms and ceremonies of Freemasonry.
Only those who have been weighed in the balance and found to be true, upright, and square have prepared themselves by
their own growth to appreciate the inner meanings of their Craft. To the rest of their brethren within or without
the lodge their sacred rituals must remain, as Shakespeare might have said, "Words, words, words." Within the Mason's
own being is concealed the Power, which, blazi ng forth from his purified being, constitutes the Builder's Word.
His life is the sole password which admits him to the true Masonic Lodge. His spiritual urge is the sprig of acacia
which, through the darkness of ignorance, still proves that the spiritual fire is alight. Within himself he must
build those qualities which will make possible his true understanding of the Craft. He can show the world only
forms which mean nothing; the life within is fo rever concealed until the eye of Spirit reveals it.
The Master Mason
realizes charity to be one of the greatest traits which the Elder Brothers have unfolded, which means not only properly
regulated charity of the purse but charity in thought and action. He realizes that all the workmen are not on the
same step, but wherever each may be, he is doing the best he can according to his light. Each is laboring with
the tools that he has, and he, as a Master Mason, does not spend his time in criticizing but in helping them to improve
their tools. Instead of bla ming poor tools, let us always blame ourselves for having them. The Master Mason
does not find fault; he does not criticize nor does he complain, but with malice towards none and charity towards all he seeks
to be worthy of his Father's trust. In silence he labors, with compassion he suffers, and if the builders strike
him as he seeks to work with them, his last word will be a prayer for them. The greater the Mason, the more advanced
in his Craft, the more fatherly he grows, the walls of his Lodge broade ning out until all living things are sheltered
and guarded within the blue folds of his cape. From laboring with the few he seeks to assist all, realizing with
his broader understanding the weaknesses of others but the strength of right.
A Mason is not proud of his position.
He is not puffed up by his honor, but with a sinking heart is eternally ashamed of his own place, realizing that it
is far below the standard of his Craft. The farther he goes, the more he realizes that he is standing on slippery places
and if he allows himself for one moment to lose his simplicity and humility, a fall is inevitable. A true Mason never feels
himself worthy of his Craft. A student may stand on the top of Fool's Mountain self-satisfied in his position , but
the true Brother is always noted for his simplicity.
A Mason cannot be ordained or elected by ballot. He is
evolved through ages of self-purification and spiritual transmutation. There are thousands of Masons who are brethren
in name only, for their failure to exemplify the ideals of their Craft makes them unresponsive to the teachings and
purpose of Freemasonry. The Masonic life forms the first key of the Temple and without this key, none of the doors
can be opened. When this fact is better realized and lived, Freemasonry will awake, and speak the Word s o long
withheld. The speculative Craft will then become operative, and the Ancient Wisdom so long concealed will rise from
the ruins of its temple as the greatest spiritual truth yet revealed to man.
The true Master Mason recognizes the
value of seeking for truth wherever he can find it. It makes no difference if it be in the enemy's camp; if it be truth,
he will go there gladly to secure it. The Masonic Lodge is universal; therefore all true Masons will seek through the
extremities of creation for their Light. The true brother of the Craft knows and applies one great paradox.
He must search for the high things in lowly places and find the lowly things in high places. The Mason who feels
holier than his fellow man has raised a barrier around himself through which no light can pass, for the one who in truth
is the greatest is the servant of all. Many brethren make a great mistake in building a wall around their secrets,
for they succeed only in shutting out their own light. Their divine opportunity is at hand. The time has come when the
world needs the Ancient Wisdom as never before. Let the Mason stand forth and by living the doctrines which he preaches
show to his brother man the glory of his work. He holds the keys to truth; let him unlock the door, and with his life
and not his words preach the doctrine which he has so long professed.
The Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood
of Man were united in the completion of the Eternal Temple, the Great Work, for which all things came into being and
through which all shall glorify their Creator.
MASONS, AWAKE!
Your creed and your Craft demand the best that
is in you. They demand the sanctifying of your life, the regeneration of your body, the purification of your soul,
and the ordination of your spirit. Yours is the glorious opportunity; yours is the divine responsibility. Accept
your task and follow in the footsteps of the Master Masons of the past, who with the flaming spirit of the Craft have
illumined the world. You have a great privilege - the privilege of illumined labor. You may know the ends to
which you work, while others must struggle in darkness. Your labors are not to be confined to the tiled Lodge alone,
for a Mason must radiate the qualities of his Craft. Its light must shine in his home and in his business, glorifying
his association with his fellow men. In the Lodge and out of the Lodge, the Mason must represent the highest fruitage
of sincere endeavor.
EPILOGUE THE PRIEST OF RA
What words are there in modern language to describe the great temple
of Ammon Ra? It now stands amidst the sands of Egypt a pile of broken ruins, but in the heyday of its glory it rose a forest
of plumed pillars holding up roofs of solid sandstone, carved by hands long laid to rest into friezes of lotus blossoms
and papyrus and colored lifelike by pigments the secrets of which were lost with the civilization that discovered them.
A checkerboard floor of black and white blocks stretched out until it was lost among the wilderness of pillars.
From the massive walls the impassive faces of gods unnamed looked down upon the silent files of priests who kept alight
the altar fires, whose feeble glow alone alighted the massive chambeors throughout the darkness of an Egyptian night.
It was a weird, impressive scene, and the flickering lights sent strange, ghostly forms scurrying among the piles of
granite which rose like mighty altars from the darkness below to be lost in the shadows above.
Suddenly a figure
emerged from the shadows, carrying in his hand a small oil lamp which pierced the darkness like some distant star, bringing
into strange relief the figure of him who bore it. He appeared to be old, for his long beard and braided hair were
quite gray, but his large black eyes shone with a fire seldom seen even in youth. He was robed from head to foot
in blue and gold, and around his forehead was coiled a snake of precious metal, set with jewelled eyes that gave out
flashes of light. Neve r had the light of Ra's chamber shone on a grander head or a form more powerful than that
of the high priest of the temple. He was the mouthpiece of the gods and the sacred wisdom of ancient Egypt was impressed
in fiery letters upon his soul. As he crossed the great room - in one hand the sceptre of the priestcraft, in
the other the tiny lamp - he was more like a spirit visitor from beyond the environs of death than a physical being,
for his jewelled san dals made no sound and the sheen from his robes form ed a halo of light around his stately form.
Down
through the silent passageways, lined with their massive pillars, passed the phantom figure - down steps lined with kneeling sphinxes
and through avenues of crouching lions the priest picked his way until at last he reached a vaulted chamber whose marble floor
bore strange designs traced in some language long forgotten. Each angle of the many-sided and dimly-lighted room was filled
by a seated figure carved in stone, so massive that its head and shoulders were lost in shadows no eye could pierce.
In
the center of this mystic chamber stood a great chest of some black stone carved with serpents and strange winged dragons.
The lid was a solid slab, weighing hundreds of pounds, without handle of any kind and the chest apparently had no means
of being opened without the aid of some herculean power.
The high priest leaned over and from the lamp he carried
lighted the fire upon an altar that stood near, sending the shadows of that weird chamber scurrying into the most distant
corners. As the flame rose, it was reflected from the great stone faces above, which seemed to stare at the black
coffer in the center of the room with their strange, sightless eyes.
Raising his serpent-wound staff and facing
the chest of sombre marble, the priest called out in a voice that echoed and re-echoed from every nook and cranny of
the ancient temple:
"Aradamas, come forth!"
Then a strange thing happened. The heavy slab that formed
the cover of the great coffer slowly raised as though lifted by unseen hands and there emerged from its dark recesses
a slim, white-clad figure with his forearms crossed on his breast-the figure of a man perhaps thirty years old, his
long, black hair hanging down upon his white-robed shoulders in strange contrast to the seamless garment that he wore.
His face, devoid of emotion, was as handsome and serene as the great face of Ammon Ra himself that gazed down upon the
scene. Silently Aradamas stepped from the ancient tomb and advanced slowly toward the high priest. When about
ten paces from the earthly representative of the gods, he paused, unfolded his arms, and extended them across his chest
in salutation. In one hand he carried a cross with a ring as the upper arm and this he proffered to the priest.
Aradamas stood in silence as the high priest, raising his sceptre to one of the great stone figures, addressed an invocation
to the Sun-God of the universe. This finished, he then addressed the youthful figure as follows:
"Aradamas,
you seek to know the mystery of creation, you ask that the divine illumination of the Thrice-Greatest and the wisdom that for
ages has been the one gift the gods would shower upon mankind, be entrusted to you. Little you understand of the
thing you ask, but those who know have said that he who proves worthy may receive the truth. Therefore, stand
you here today to prove your divine birthright to the teaching that you ask."
The priest pronounced these words
slowly and solemnly and then pointed with his sceptre to a great dim archway surmounted by a winged globe of gleaming
gold.
"Before thee, up those steps and through those passageways, lies the path that leads to the eye of judgment
and the feet of Ammon Ra. Go, and if thy heart be pure, as pure as the garment that thou wearest, and if thy motive
be unselfish, thy feet shall not stumble and thy being shall be filled with light. But remember that Typhon and
his hosts of death lurk in every shadow and that death is the result of failure."
Aradamas turned and again folded
his arms over his breast in the sign of the cross. As he walked slowly through the somber arch, the shadows of the great
Unknown closed over him who had dedicated his life to the search for the Eternal. The priest watched him until he
was lost to sight among the massive pillars beyond the shent span that divided the living from the dead. Then slowly
falling on his knees before the gigantic statue of Ra and raising his eyes to the shadows that through the long night
conceal ed the face of the Sun-God, he prayed that the youth might pass from the darkness of the temple pillars to the
light he sought.
It seemed that for a second a glow played around the face of the enormous statue and a strange
hush of peace filled the ancient temple. The high priest sensed this, for rising, he relighted his lamp and walked
slowly away. His beacon of light shone fainter and fainter in the distance, and finally was lost to view among the papyrus
blooms of the temple pillars. All that remained were the dying flames on the altar, which sent strange flickering
glows over the great stone coffer and the twelve judges of the Egyptian dead.
In the meantime, Aradamas, his hands
still crossed on his breast, walked slowly onward and upward until the last ray from the burning altar fire was lost
to view among the shadows far behind. Through years of purification he had prepared himself for the great ordeal, and
with a purified body and a balanced mind, he wended his way in and out amoung the pillars that loomed about him.
As he walked along, there seemed to radiate from his being a faint golden glow which illuminated the pillars as he passed
the m. He seemed a ghostly form amid a grove of ancient trees.
Suddenly the pillars widened out to form another
vaulted room, dimly lit by a reddish haze. As Aradamas proceeded, there appeared around him swirling wisps of
this scarlet light. First they appeared as swiftly moving clouds, but slowly they took form, and strange misty
figures in flowing draperies hovered in the air and held out long swaying arms to stay his progress. Wraiths of ruddy mist
hovered about him and whispered soft words into his ears, while weird music, like the voice of the storm and the cri es
of night birds, resounded through the lofty halls. Still Aradamas walked on calm and masterful, his fine, spiritual
face outlined by his raven locks in strange contrast to the sinuous forms that gathered around and tried to lure him
from his purpose. Unmindful of strange forms that beckoned from ghostly archways and the pleading of soft voices,
he passed steadily on his way with but one thought in his mind:
"Fiat Lux!" (Let there be light.)
The ghastly
music grew louder and louder, terminating at last in a mighty roar. The very walls shook; the dancing forms swayed
like flickering candle shadows and, still pleading and beckoning, vanished among the pillars of the temple.
As
the temple walls tottered, Aradamas paused; then with slow measured step he resumed his search for some ray of light, finding always
darkness deeper than before. Suddenly before him loomed another doorway, flanked on either side by an obelisk of
carved marble, one black and the other white. Through the doorway glowed a dim light, concealed by a gossamer
veil of blue silk.
As Aradamas slowly climbed the flight of steps leading to the doorway, there materialized upon
the ground at his feet a swirl of lurid mist. In the faint glow that it cast, it twisted like some oily gas, filling
the entire chamber with a loathsome miasma. Then out of this cloud issued a gigantic form - half human, half reptile.
In its bloodshot eyes burned ruddy pods of demon fire, while great claw-like hands reached out to enfold and crush the slender
figure that confronted it. Aradamas wavered for a s ingle instant as the horrible apparition lunged forward, its
size doubly magnified in the iridescent fog. Then the white-robed neophyte again slowly advanced, his arms still
crossed on his breast. He raised his fine face, illumined by a divine light, and courageously faced the hideous
specter. As he confronted the menacing form, for an instant it loomed over him like a towering demon. Suddenly Aradamas
raised the cross he carried and held it u p before the monster. As he did so, the Crux Ansata gleamed with a wondrous golden
light, which, striking the oily, scaly monster, seemed to dissolve its every particle into golden sparks. As the
last of the demon guardians vanished before the rays of the cross, a bolt of lightning flashed through the ancient hallways
and, striking the veil that hung between the obelisks, rent it down the center and disclosed a vaulted chamber with
a circular dome, dimly lighted by invisible lamps.
Bearing his now flaming cross, Aradamas entered the room and instinctively
gazed upward to the lofty dome. There, floating in space, far above his head, he saw a great closed eye surrounded
by fleecy clouds and rainbow colors. Long Aradamas gazed upon the wonderful sight, for he knew that it was the
Eye of Horus, the All-Seeing Eye of the gods.
As he stood there, he prayed that the will of the gods might be made
known unto him and that in some way he might be found worthy to open that closed eye in the temple of the living God.
As
he stood there gazing upward, the eyelid flickered. As the great orb slowly opened, the chamber was filled with a
dazzling, blinding light that seemed to consume the very stones with fire. Aradamas staggered. It seemed as if
every atom of his being was scorched by the effulgence of that glow. He instinctively closed his eyes and now
he feared to open them, for in that terrific blaze of splendor it seemed that only blindness would follow his action. Little
by little, a strange feeling of peace and ca lm descended upon him and at length he dared to open his eyes to find that
the glare was gone, the entire chamber was bathed in a soft, wondrous glow from the mighty Eye in the ceiling.
The white robe he had worn had also given place to one of living fire which blazed as though with the reflection of
thousands of lesser eyes from the divine orb above. As his eyes became accustomed to the glow, he saw that he
was no longer alone. He was surrounded by twe lve white-robed figures who, bowing before him, held up strange insignia
wrought from living gold.
As Aradamas looked, all the figures pointed, and as he followed the direction of their
hands, he saw a staircase of living light that led far up into the dome and passed the Eye in the ceiling.
With
one voice, the twelve said: "Yonder lies the way of liberation."
Without a moment's hesitation, Aradamas mounted
the staircase, and with feet that seemed to barely touch the steps, climbed upward into the dawn of a great unknown.
At last, after climbing many steps, he reached a doorway that opened as he neared it. The breath of morning air
fanned his cheek and a golden ray of sunshine played among the waves of his dark hair. He stood on the top of a mighty
pyramid, before him a blazing altar. In the distance, far over the horizon, the rolling sands of the Egyptian de
sert reflected the first rays of the morning sun which, like a globe of golden fire, rose again out of the eternal East.
As Aradamus stood there, a voice that seemed to issue from the very heavens chanted a strange song, and a hand, reaching
out as it were from the globe of day itself, placed a serpent wrought of gyld upon the brow of the new initiate.
"Behold
Khepera, the rising sun! For as he brings the mighty globe of day out of the darkness of night, between his claws, so for
thee the Sun of Spirit has risen from the darkness of night and in the name of the living God, we hail thee Priest of
Ra."
SO MOTE IT BE
ADDENDA THE ROBE OF BLUE AND GOLD
Hidden in the depths of the unknown, three silent
beings weave the endless thread of human fate. They are called the Sisters, known to mythology as the Norns or
Fates who incessantly twist between their fingers a tiny cord, which one day is to be woven into a living garment -
the coronation robe of the priest-king.
To the mystics and philosophers of the world this garment is known under
many names. To some it is the simple yellow robe of Buddahood. By the ancient Jews it was symbolized as the
robe of the high priest, the Garment of Glory unto the Lord. To the Masonic brethren, it is the robe of Blue and
Gold - the Star of Bethlehem - the Wedding Garment of the Spirit.
Three Fates weave the threads of this living garment,
and man himself is the creator of his Fates. The triple thread of thought, action, and desire binds him when he
enters the sacred place or seeks admittance into the tiled lodge, but later this same cord is woven into a splendid
garment whose purified folds clothe the sacred spark of his being.
We all like to be well dressed. Robes of
velvet and ermine stand for symbols of rank and glory; but too many ermine capes have covered empty hearts, too many
crowns have rested on the brows of tyrants. These are symbols of earthly things and in the world of matter are
too often misplaced. The true coronation robe - the garment molded after the pattern of heaven, the robe of glory
of the Master Mason - is not of the earth; for it tells of his spiritual growth, his deeper understanding, and his consecrated life.
The garments of the high priest of the tabernacle were but symbols of his own body, which, purified and transfigured, glorified
the life within. The notes of the tiny silver bells that tinkled with never-ending music from the fringe of his vestments told
of a life harmonious, while the breastplate which rested amid the folds of the ephod reflected the gleams of heavenly truth
from the facets of its gems.
There is another garment without a seam which we are told was often worn by the
ancient brethren in the days of the Essenes, when the monastery of the lowly Nazarenes rose in silent grandeur from the steep
sides of Mt. Tabor, to be reflected in the inscrutable waters of the Dead Sea. This one-piece garment is the spiral
thread of human life which, when purified by right motive and right living, becomes a tiny thread of golden light, eternally
weaving the purified garment of regenerated bodies. Like the wh ite of the lambskin apron, it stands for the simple,
the pure, and the harmless. These are the requirements of the Master Mason, who must renounce forever this world's
pomp and vanity and seek to weave that simple one-piece robe of the soul which marks the Master, consecrated and consummated.
With
the eye of the mind we still can see the lowly Nazarene in his spotless robe of white - a garment no king's ransom could
buy. This robe is woven out of the actions of our daily lives, each deed weaving into the endless pattern a thread,
black or white, according to the motives which inspired our actions. As the Master Mason labors in accordance
with his vows, he slowly weaves this spotless robe out of the transmuted energy of his efforts. It is this white
robe which must be worn under the vestments of state, and whose spotless surface sanctifies him for the robes of glory, which
can be worn only over the stainless, seamless garment of his purified life.
When this moment arrives and the candidate
has completed his task - when he comes purified and regenerated to the altar of wisdom, he is truly baptized of the
fire and its flame blazes up within himself. From him pour forth streams of light, and a great aura of multicolored
fire bathes him with its radiance. The sacred flame of the gods has found its resting place in him, and through him renews
its covenant with man. He is then truly a Freemason, a child of light. This wonderful garment, of which all
ea rthly robes are but symbols, is built of the highest qualities of human nature, the noblest of ideals, and the purest
of aspirations. Its coming is made possible only through the purification of body and unselfish service to others
in the name of the Creator.
When the Mason has built all these powers into himself, there radiates from him a wonderful
body of living fire, like that which surrounded the Master Jesus, at the moment of His transfiguration. This is the
Robe of Glory, the garment of Blue and Gold which, shining forth as a five-pointed star of light, heralds the birth of the
Christ within. Man is then indeed a son of God, pouring forth from the depths of his own being the light rays which
are the life of man.
Striking hearts that have long been cold, this spiritual ray raises them from the dead.
It is the living light which illuminates those still buried in the darkness of materiality. It is the power which raises
by the strong grip of the lion's paw. It is the Great Light which, seeking forever the spark of itself within all
living things, reawakens dead ideals and smothered aspirations with the power of the Master's Eternal Word. Then
the Master Mason becomes indeed the Sun in Leo; and, reaching downward i nto the tomb of crystallization, raises the
murdered Builder from the dead by the grip of the Master Mason.
As the sun awakens the seedlings in the ground,
so this Son of Man, glowing with the light divine, radiates from his own purified being the mystic shafts of redeeming
light which awaken the seeds of hope and truth and a nobler life. Discouragement and suffering too often brings
down the temple, burying under its debris the true reason for being and the higher motives for living.
As the glorious
robe of the sun - the symbol of all life - bathes and warms creation with its glow, this same robe, enfolding all things,
warms them and preserves them with its light and life. Man is a god in the making, and as in the mystic myths of
Egypt, on the potter's wheel he is being molded. When his light shines out to lift and preserve all things, he
receives the triple crown of godhood, and joins that throng of Master Masons who, in their robes of Blue and Gold, are
seeking to dispel the darknes s of night with the triple light of the Masonic Lodge.
Ceaselessly the Norns spin
the thread of human fate. Age in and age out, upon the looms of destiny are woven the living garments of God.
Some are rich in glorious colors and wondrous fabrics, while others are broken and frayed before they leave the loom.
All, however, are woven by these three Sisters - thought, action, and desire - with which the ignorant build walls of
mud and bricks of slime between themselves and truth; while the pure of heart weave from these radiant threads garments
of celestial bea uty.
Do what we will, we cannot stop those nimble fingers which twist the threads, but we may change
the quality of the thread they use. We should give these three eternal weavers only the noble and the true; then the
work of their hands will be perfect. The thread they twist may be red with the blood of others, or dark with the uncertainties
of life; but if we resolve to be true, we may restore its purity and weave from it the seamless garment of a perfect life.
This is man's most acceptable gift upon the al tar of the Most High, his supreme sacrifice to the Creator.
FRIENDSHIP
What
nobler relationship than that of friend? What nobler compliment can man bestow than friendship? The bonds and ties of the
life we know break easily, but through eternity one bond remains - the bond of fellowship - the fellowship of atoms, of
star dust in its endless flight, of suns and worlds, of gods and men. The clasped hands of comradeship unite in a bond
eternal - the fellowship of spirit. Who is more desolate than the friendless one? Who is more honored than one
whose virtues have given him a fr iend? To have a friend is good, but to be a friend is better. The noblest title
ever given man, the highest title bestowed by the gods, was when the great Jove gazed down upon Prometheus and said, "Behold,
a friend of man!" Who serves man, serves God. This is the symbol of the fellowship of your Craft, for the plan of
God is upheld by the clasped hands of friends. The bonds of relationship must pass, but the friend remains. Serve
God by being a friend, - a friend of the soul of man, serving his needs, li ghting his steps, smoothing his way.
Let the world of its own accord say of the Mason, "Behold the friend of all." Let the world say of the Lodge, "This
is indeed a fraternity of brothers, comrades in spirit and in truth."
THE EMERALD TABLET OF HERMES (TABULA SMARAGDINA)
The
Emerald Tablet of Hermes, illustrated on the opposite page, introduces us to Hiram, the hero of the Masonic legend.
The name Hiram is taken from the Chaldean Chiram. The first two words in large print mean the secret work.
The second line in large letters--(CHIRAM TELAT MECHASOT - means Chiram, the Universal Agent, one in Essence, but three
in aspect. Translated, the body of the Tablet reads as follows:
It is true and no lie, certain, and to be
depended upon, that the superior agrees with the inferior, and the inferior with the superior, to effect that one truly
wonderful work. As all things owe their existence to the will of the Only One, so all things owe their origin
to One Only Thing, the most hidden, by the arrangement of the Only God. The father of that One Only Thing is the
Suit; its mother is the Moon; the wind carries it in its wings; but its nurse is a Spirituous Earth. That One
Only Thing (af ter God) is the father of all things in the universe. Its power is perfect, after it has been united
to a spirituous earth. Separate that spirituous earth from the dense or crude earth by means of a gentle heat,
with much attention. In great measure it ascends from the earth up to heaven, and descends again, new born, on the
earth, and the superior and inferior are increased in power. * * * By this thou wilt partake of the honors of the whole
world an d darkness will fly from thee. This is the strength o f all powers; with this thou wilt be able to overcome
all things and to transmute all that is fine and all that is coarse. In this manner the world was created, but
the arrangements to follow this road are hidden. For this reason I am called CHIRAM TELAT MECHASOT, one in Essence,
but three in aspect. In this Trinity is hidden the wisdom of the whole world. It is ended now, what I have
said concerning the effects of the Sun.
FINISH OF THE TABULA SMARAGDINA
In a rare, unpublished old manuscript
dealing with early Masonic and Hermetic mysteries, we find the following information concerning the mysterious Universal
Agent referred to as "Chiram" (Hiram) :
The sense of this Emerald Tablet can sufficiently convince us that the
author was well acquainted with the secret operations of Nature and with the secret work of the philosophers (alchemists
and Hermetists). He likewise well knew and believed in the true God.
It has been believed for several ages
that Cham, one of the sons of Noah, is the author of this monument of antiquity. A very ancient author, whose
name is not known, who lived several centuries before Christ, mentions this tablet, and says that he had seen it in Egypt,
at the court; that it was a precious stone, an emerald, whereon these characters were represented in bas-relief, not engraved.
He
states that it was in his time esteemed over two thousand years old, and that the matter of this emerald had once been
in a fluidic state like melted glass, and had been cast in a mold, and that to this flux the artist had given the hardness
of a natural and genuine emerald, by (alchemical) art.
The Canaanites were called the Phoenicians by the Greeks,
who have told us that they had Hermes for one of their kings. There is a definite relation between Chiram and
Hermes.
Chiram is a word composed of three words, denoting the Universal Spirit, the essence whereof the whole creation
does consist, and the object of Chaldean, Egyptian, and genuine natural philosophy, according to its inner principles
or properties. The three Hebrew words Chamah, Rusch, and Majim, mean respectively Fire, Air, and Water, while
their initial consonants, Ch, R, M, give us Chiram, that invisible essence which is the father of earth, fire, air and water;
because, although immaterial in its own invis ible nature as the unmoved and electrical fire, when moved it becomes light
and visible; and when collected and agitated, becomes heat and visible and tangible fire; and when associated with humidity
it becomes material. The word Chiram has been metamorphosed into Hermes and also into Herman, and the translators
of the Bible have made Chiram by changing Chet into He; both of these Hebrew word signs being very similar.
In
the word Hermaphrodite, (a word invented by the old philosophers), we find Hermes changed to Herm, signifying Chiram, or
the Universal Agent, and Aphrodite, the passive principle of humidity, who is also called Venus, and is said to have been produced
and generated by the sea.
We also read that Hiram (Chiram), or the Universal Agent, assisted King Solomon to build
the temple. No doubt as Solomon possessed wisdom, he understood what to do with the corporealized Universal Agent.
The Talmud of the Jews says that King Solomon built the temple by the assistance of Shamir. Now this word signifies
the sun, which is perpetually collecting the omnipresent, surrounding, electrical fire, or Spiritus Mundi, and sending
it to us in the planets, in a visible manner called light.
This electrical flame, corporealized and regenerated
into the Stone of the Philosophers, enabled King Solomon to produce the immense quantities of gold and silver used to
build and decorate his temple.
These paragraphs from an ancient philosopher may assist the Masonic student of
today to realize the tremendous and undreamed-of shire of knowledge that lies behind the allegory which he often hears
but seldom analyzes. Hiram, the Universal Agent, might be translated Vita the power eternally building and unfolding
the bodies of man. The use and abuse of energy is the keynote to the Masonic legend; in fact, it is the key to all things
in Nature. Hiram, as the triple energy, one in source but three in aspec t, can almost be called ether, that unknown
hypothetical element which carries the impulses of the gods through the macrocosmic nervous system of the Infinite;
for like Hermes, or Mercury, who was the messenger of the gods, ether carries impulses upon its wings. The solving
of the mystery of ether - or, if you prefer to call it vibrant space - is the great problem of Masonry. This ether,
as a hypothetical medium, brings energy to the three bodies of thought, emotion, and action, in this manner Chiram,
the one in essence, becoming three in aspect - mental, emotional, and vital. The work which follows is an effort to
bring to light other forgotten and neglected elements of the Masonic rites, and to emphasize the spirit of Hiram as the Universal
Agent.
Freemasonry is essentially mysterious, ritualistic, and ceremonial, representing abstract truth in concrete
form. Earth (or substance) smothering energy (or vitality) is the mystery behind the murder of the Builder.
MOTIVE
What
motive leads the Masonic candidate out of the world and up the winding stairway to the light? He alone can truly know,
for in his heart is hidden the motive of his works. Is he seeking the light of the East? Is he seeking wisdom
eternal? Does he bring his life and offer it upon the altar of the Most high? Of all things, motive is most important.
Though we fail again and again, it our motive be true, we are victorious. Though time after time we succeed, if our
motive be unworthy, we have failed. Ent er the temple in reverence, for it is in truth the dwelling place of a Great
Spirit, the Spirit of Masonry. Masonry is an ordainer of kings. Its hand has shaped the destinies of worlds,
and the perfect fruitage of its molding is an honest man. What nobler thing can be accomplished than the illumination
of ignorance? What greater task is there than the joyous labor of service? And what nobler man can there be than that
Mason who serves his Lights, and is himsel f a light unto his fellow men?
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