Freemasonry

Growing up in the 3rd world, organizations like the Order of the Rosae Cruciae (Rosicrucians), Freemasons, Eckancker (grail), etc are viewed with the most pristine form of suspicion. A few years ago, the president of the nation championed a bill to make such organizations illegal, not considering that the president himself is undoubtably an influential member of at least one such concern. But that for another time. Growing up I was initiated in the Rosicrucians at the age of eight by a family friend. Didn't learn much except to pay attention and stay awake when I knew I was dreaming. My childhood is replete with lucid dreams and immaginations of flight to the Vatican with the Monsignor who, functionally, may have been the real Pope--he was at the center of the storm. No I wasn't abused, lest you think these to be repressed memories of such nonsense. But I did have a relationship with the Monsignor. He was a Mason. It is how I learned the craft, for I am a natural born Freemason. Not an intruder. It began during confession one day when he broke the code and began a dialog with me. Since then I have come to observe a myriad of things, not the least of which has me thinking that the University of Ibadan, in the Vatican scrolls, must have a prime position. Much occurred until Father Menez was forced to flee the advancing pantheon of Eastern Mystics--Hare Krishna et al. But he held on till the end.
When I got to the U.S. I happened upon the phrase "Ask a Mason" and I've been doing that ever since. First I just asked, just to know what Masonry was. The three people I asked pretty much told me EVERYTHING, every secret THEY knew about Freemasons, but they were bonafide oathed Freemasons. Why were they telling me, who had not rites at the time? I suggest it was part tradition, part providence. You will see why. Eventually, Freemasons became my library whenever I needed a solution to a logical problem. Ask a Mason. I have discovered that if two Freemasons agree to solve a problem, it will be solved in their lifetime. So, I have many acquaintances deep in the craft. As for me, knowing I would never agree to take an oath, how did I stay involved and what happened next? It is a story for the ages.
There are four types of Masons I have dialoged with. Scottish Rite, Prince Hall, the Moors and the York (?). Can't remember the fourth. of the four, Scottish Rite Masons have been very open, despite their reputation as secrete initiates of a deadly science. They have directed me to find solutions to any problems I have had. Had I not other concerns, I would have joined the Scottish Rite and its degrees. But I am a natural born Freemason. What does that mean? It means that my language is structured, of itself and providence, to write and Rite laws. Persue through MyDocuments on any computer I'm on and it will soon become apparent. The Prince Hall Masons were very helpful to me in Atlanta, when I was being called up to service (it's a long story, but I served this country, U.S.A, twice in a dark hour, and it was planned years in the making). They were concerned about me paying my bills on time and me generally upholding the statues and inference of African Lodge Number 1. Time was when African Lodge had to go to England to get chartered. These days things are less complicated. Prophesy, I hear, is being fulfilled through Africans like me who bring an indigenous and inate awareness of the craft as evidence of ancient Masonry.
On the night of my judgment (Hebrews 9:27) there were four other police officers present. Clearly of the craft, what was not clear was whether they also belonged to the Klan. It didn't matter. They spoke for me and justice prevailed. So I am a free citizen of this nation. I hate to use the word "sovereign" because of the implications concerning certain litigations ongoing between Moor Masons and the Federal Government. But it is effectively what it is. Now all this means is that my status has been normalized, but it is still not advisable to cruise through Wayne New Jersey praying to Olodumare and listening to Yolanda Adams with a nice fat shorty. The only thing the marijuana did, that night, was "complicate the situation." It was delicate. I was charged with a negligible offense because I told the truth when the officer, a Gestapo looking fellow who I believe may be some sort of Worshipful or other Master, came around. My offense was not smoking marijuana. I have a right to this. An unalienable right, and I am a witness... I say this because if I have to leave the U.S. because my rights are not respected, then I am also a witness that the declaration of independence is a sham. My crime was finding Noah's Ark, hidden in Klan County somewhere in the province of Wayne New Jersey. It was the grandest Masonic Lodge I'd ever seen, "Like a Castle upon the Thames" is how I described its Majesty. It was about 1 in the morning so when I fled that area, followed into that abject darkness by a klan mounty, then led out of it from behind by the same fellow, I wasn't feeling very happy about being in that situation. I didn't necessary know that I expected an Agent of the craft such as a policeman to stop me. It's called proprioception. It was within the threshold of possibilities so my mind had initiated a sequence of activities to deal with such the instance. Got pulled over, put out my weed. Asked if I was smoking, said yes. Asked where I was coming from, said I just found the new Masonic Lodge. Am I a Mason? Yes. What lodge? African Lodge Number Uno, I am Hall, Prince, sir. He went back, spoke with the four other cops, did the research, had me sit on the bonnet of his car for that (the hot seat). When they discovered that I wasn't lying, they let me go. We even shook hands. So, when asked if I'm a Freemason I say I am an African Freemason. Intruders can learn all the signals and tricks but they ain't going to help you at the hour of truth. Only truth will help. It worked for me.