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Post by Tamrin on Sept 10, 2010 6:53:31 GMT 10
The Tyler’s Toast
To all poor and distressed Masons, wherever dispersed over the face of the Earth and Water, wishing them a speedy relief from all their sufferings, and a safe return to their native country; should they so desire it
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 11, 2010 11:00:05 GMT 10
The Level:
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 12, 2010 8:05:12 GMT 10
Percival's qualifications to become a Freemason (p.7):
Harold Waldwin Percival, Masonry and its Symbols, 1983 (org. 1952), Word Foundation, Dallas
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 13, 2010 7:23:09 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 14, 2010 6:58:47 GMT 10
We Masons are among the fortunate ones who are taught to meet together with others [with] opposing or competitive ideas and yet respect each other as Brothersauthor unknown
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 15, 2010 7:49:36 GMT 10
Blavatsky on Freemasonry, Gnosticism and Esoteric Christianity:
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 16, 2010 7:35:14 GMT 10
Brother, I, too own a television set, but that does not keep me home on Lodge night. I have never yet had one of the characters on television come off the screen and shake my hand. They have never offered me the warm friendship that my Lodge Brothers do. They have never handed me a cup of coffee or a doughnut. NO! NEVER!author unknown
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 17, 2010 7:21:57 GMT 10
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 18, 2010 9:40:26 GMT 10
The Mother Lodge, by Rudyard Kipling:There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent, Our Master twice was 'e, With 'im that kept the Europe-shop, Old Framjee Eduljee.
Outside —"Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!" Inside — "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm. We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
We'd Bola Nath, Accountant, An' Saul the Aden Jew, An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman Of the Survey Office too; There was Babu Chuckerbutty, An' Amir Singh the Sikh, An' Castro from the fittin'-sheds, The Roman Catholick!
We 'adn't good regalia, An' our Lodge was old an' bare, But we knew the Ancient Landmarks, An' we kep' 'em to a hair; An' lookin' on it backwards It often strikes me thus, There ain't such things as infidels, Excep', per'aps, it's us.
For monthly, after Labour, We'd all sit down and smoke (We dursn't give no banquits, Lest a Brother's caste were broke), An' man on man got talkin' Religion an' the rest, An' every man comparin' Of the God 'e knew the best.
So man on man got talkin', An' not a Brother stirred Till mornin' waked the parrots An' that dam' brain-fever-bird; We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious, An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed, With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva Changin' pickets in our 'ead.
Full oft on Guv'ment service This rovin' foot 'ath pressed, An' bore fraternal greetin's To the Lodges east an' west, Accordin' as commanded From Kohat to Singapore, But I wish that I might see them In my Mother-Lodge once more!
I wish that I might see them, My Brethren black an' brown, With the trichies smellin' pleasant An' the hog-darn passin' down; An' the old khansamah snorin' On the bottle-khana floor, Like a Master in good standing With my Mother-Lodge once more!
Outside — "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!" Inside — "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm. We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square, An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
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Post by Tamrin on Sept 19, 2010 8:19:22 GMT 10
In the lecture that sums up the initiation of a new Master Mason, the newly admitted candidate is told that this degree “will make you a brother to pirates and corsairs”John J. Robinson, Born in Blood: The Lost Secrets of Freemasonry, pp.165/6, Arrow, London, 1993 (org. 1990) (This be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, arrrh!)
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