I am Freemasonry

Posted by on Nov 7, 2016 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

I was born in antiquity, in the ancient days when man first dreamed of God. I have been tried through the ages, and found true. The crossroads of the world bear the imprint of my feet, and the cathedrals of all nations mark the skill of my hands. I strive for beauty and symmetry. In my heart is wisdom, strength and courage for those who ask. Upon my alter is the book of Holy Writ and my prayers are to the one Omnipotent God. My sons work and pray together, without rank or discord, in the public mart and in the inter chamber. By signs and symbols I teach the lessons of life and death and the relationship of man with God and of man with man. My arms are widespread to receive those of lawful age and good report who seek me of their own free will. I will accept them and teach them to use my tools in the building of men, and thereafter, find direction in their own quest for perfection so much desired and so difficult to attain. I lift up the fallen and shelter the sick. I hark to the orphans cry, the widows tears, the path of the old and destitute. I am not church, nor party, nor school, yet my sons bear a full share of responsibility to God, their liberties, and alert to lurking dang.er. At the end I commit them as each one undertakes the journey beyond the vale into the glory of everlasting life. I ponder the sand within the glass and think how small is a single life in the eternal universe. Always have I taught immortality, and even as I raise men from the darkness into the light, I am a way of life. I AM FREEMASONRY by Ray V. Denslow Member of...

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Needed: Good Samaritans

Posted by on Aug 23, 2016 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Open your eyes and look for some man, or some work for the sake of men, which needs a little time, a little friendship, a little sympathy, a little sociability, a little human toil. Perhaps it is a lonely person, or an embittered person, or an invalid, or some unfortunate inefficient, to who you can be something. It may be an old man or it may be a child. Or some good work is in want of volunteers who will devote a free evening to it or will run on errands for it. Who can reckon up all the ways in which that priceless fund of impulse, man, is capable of exploitation! He is needed in every nook and corner. Therefore search and see if there is not some place where you may invest your humanity. Do not be put off if you find that you have to wait and xperiment. Be sure that you will have disappointments to endure. But do not be satisfied without some side line in which you may give yourself out as a man to men. There is one waiting for you if only you are willing to take it up in the right spirit. ALBERT SCHWEITZER “What are you doing?” a man asked three labourers beside a building under construction. The first man replied, “Stone-cuttin’.” The second smiled. “Puttin’ in time—until a better job comes along.” The third man waited a moment and then said simply, “I’m building a cathedral!”...

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The Masonic Bridge Builder

Posted by on Jul 30, 2016 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

An old Brother on a lone highway, Came at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm, vast, and deep and wide., Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old Brother crossed in the twilight dim; For the sullen stream had no fear for him; But he turned, when safe on the other side, To build a bridge to span the tide. “Old Brother,” said a fellow pilgrim near, “You are wasting your strength in building here: Your journey will end with the close of day; You never again will pass his way; You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide – Why build this bridge at the evening tide?” The Brother lifted his old gray head: “My Brother, in the path I have come,” he said, “There followeth after me today, A young Brother, whose feet must pass this way. “This chasm, that has been naught to me, To that young Brother may a pitfall be, He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; My Brother, I’m building this bridge for him.” Sam...

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Our Cabletow

Posted by on Jun 27, 2016 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Sometimes we hardly know its there, Our guiding cabletow; If we go down the paths of right, Its hold we never know; But if we start the way that’s wrong, It has a sudden way that strong, And makes us heed its strength to lead Down paths we ought to go. And yet how good a thing to feel, How fine a thing to know, That when the baser actions seek To wreck and overthrow, When worldly appetites deprave, Or lower passions would enslave, We then can feel, like gripping steel, Our guiding cabletow. George B....

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The Good Word

Posted by on May 30, 2016 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

We do not hold the right to chide, Our brother—aye, he is our fiend: To flout and damn, world without end, The foibles that the past should hide, Deep hidden in his heart of hearts, Or maybe shining forth alone Is the good trait. Our censure smarts And sears till it is overthrown— Speak the good word! Speak the good word–-the word that gives The newer impulse and the hope, A word that helps, and grows, and lives A light to them that blindly grope Through all the darkness of despair. They know their faults, and know them well! Of censuring they have their share— The kind words are the ones that tell: Speak the good word! A good word is a helping hand, A coin that’s minted of fine gold; To read the rote of faults we’ve banned May loose the eager climber’s hold. Our life is short; we cannot do All we would have it comprehend, But this much, truly, I and you May do each day for this our friend— Speak the good...

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Always a Mason

Posted by on Apr 29, 2016 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Let no king quite put off his crown; I still would have him kingly when In some old inn the king sat down To banquet with hi serving-men, I love a mild and merry priest, Whom Brother toast, and neighbours prod; Yet I would have him, at the feast A little of the man of God. So with a Mason: I would see Him somewhat of a Mason still, Though far from Lodge-rooms he may be, In court, or counting-house, or mill. Whatever garment he may doff, What mark Masonic lay aside, I would not have him quite put off The Craft he lately glorified. A soldier is a soldier though He lays the sword aside awhile, The time, the place, I do not know Man may not serve, or may not smile, I know no moment anywhere, Whatever place the place may be, A Mason may not always wear A little of his Masonry. Douglas...

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L’Union Franciase 17

Posted by on Oct 7, 2014 in Travelers Corner | 0 comments

[NOTE: This is not our home lodge but is a lodge that one of our brethen has visited. Our lodge is located in the San Francisco Bay Area.On a recent trip to NYC, I decided to ping Brother Michael C., with whom I share memberships in research societies and lodges. Being a brother from NYC, he quickly inquired around and found out the French Lodge L’Union Francaise 17 was meeting during a night I was free.] L’Union Francaise has a very rich history (founded in 1773 and chartered in NY in 1797) that can be found on their website at: http://www.unionfrancaise.org/TranslationPage.html Bro Michael made the necessary contact and next thing I know, we were invited by the equivalent of District Inspectors (District Deputy Grand Master). Since I arrived a bit in advance, I decided to visit the library. There, beside discovering they have a massive list of masonic books, all kept in a secure, temperature controlled room, I saw some very emotionally charged object such as these French masonic jewels recovered from the Gestapo Headquarters in Berlin by GIs and Brethren. The brethren who were the rightful owners of these had probably died in the end of the ruthless criminal Nazi regime. I also saw one of the rare numbered copies of the Processus Contra Templarios, the book published in 2007 from the secret archives of the Vatican and that mostly show that the Templars were originally declared innocent by the Inquisition before the pope, under pressure from the King of France reversed that original ruling. The proceedings were then sealed in secrecy for more than 700 years. Finally, time arrived when I presented myself to the members of L’UF17. There I was received and quickly vouched by the District Deputy GM who knew about my visit but also about the “standard” paperwork from the GL of California. Each and every one of the brethren shake my hand with a big smile saying they were happy to have a visitor from the West. That night, in addition to brother Michael and I, another brother from the GLNF in France was visiting. Then, the calendar of events that night was communicated. Stated meeting AND 3 second degrees. In my mind, this was going to be a long evening. When the meeting started, WM Alan B. decided to invite me to a seat in the East (the perk of being an Inspector). From there, I had a partially obstructed view of the floor and thought it will be hard to fully see the degrees. However, to my surprise, and also feeling honored and privileged, they decided that the 3 visitors will be the guide for each candidate at the 2nd degree....

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Warmth and Welcome

Posted by on Oct 7, 2014 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Across the crowd-thronged city ways When night hangs black and friendless there, A tide of strangers ebbs and plays Along each cheerless thoroughfare, And never a face lights up to see One’s self to pass, and none to care How lone and wary one may be. ‘Tis then unto one’s Lodge one turns For there he finds within the door The fire of hearty welcome burns; If one’s not known its flames the more Send forth a warmth his breast to fill Until he finds his joy returns Within that haven of good will. The Mason’s secret lies in this,— “A stranger here, ye took me in”’ It’s Royal Art would stray amiss Amid the world’s harsh hue and din If warmth and welcome were to die; Its greatest strength in these consists; Of these is made its Mystic Tie. H.L....

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Posted by on Jul 1, 2014 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

The only end to the human problem is love. The only end to war is love. The only end to family discords and hates is love. The only solution to every uncertainty that plagues us today among nations and individuals, the only thing that can lead to honesty, integrity and honor in world affairs and in the development of our own characters, is that we shall learn how to love. In order that we may learn to love, we must learn to discover in everything around us that we are in the presence of an eternal love that is so great and so wise that there is no place in it for hate. We find understanding, courage, wisdom, insight by uniting our own small affection with that vast affection which is the infinite itself. We understand God only by love. In its highest expression, love means not that we will be happy, but that we shall give happiness; we must learn to love change, and then its pain is no more. We shall learn to love the comings and goings of things, because these are a part of life. In the springtime we must love the bursting forth of the twigs and branches and buds upon the trees; in summer we must learn to love the great fields of yellow grain; in autumn we must learn to love the changing of colors and the falling of the leaves; and in winter we must learn to love the snow and the bare branches which symbolize death. We must learn to find beauty in all these changes. We must find the love of God in that which God gives, and we must find the love of God in that which God taketh away. Beyond our small decisions and our little judgments, there is this infinite love that takes all things to itself. All things, in their proper time, return to the heart of God. Manly Palmer Hall Submitted by: Brother John Logan Parsons...

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Seattle, WA

Posted by on Apr 7, 2014 in Travelers Corner | 0 comments

Doing the packing for one of my trips, I wasn’t sure if I should take my apron or no. It found a small place in my suitcase and on my way, I arrived in Seattle. On the first night, my business dinner was re-scheduled to the next day for lunch. This gave me a precious free evening. At that point, having not contacted the GL of CA for official presentation, I just searched the web to find lodges around the Seattle area. One that got my attention was Eureka #20, for it was a sciences lodge. Their website presented some recent events where the lodge sponsored a Science Fair (Washington State Science and Engineering Fair (WSSEF) and Seattle Public Schools Middle School Science Fair), in Seattle which for me was a big deal. http://www.eurekamasons.org/ After reaching out to the Secretary, I presented myself at the Green Lake Masonic Temple. There, after pushing the door, I moved upstairs where all the Brethren were having dinner. After a brief chat, the WM verified my credentials and invited me for dinner. Little to say, this is quite an interesting lodge. Brethren from all nationalities are there, Korea, Turkey, Germany, etc…and also it is a family affair, with the current WM having his brother, father and nephew being members of the lodge. And in a funny twist, their Inspector (aka District Deputy Grand Master) was also there as well as the Grand Tiler. After chatting with the Inspector (VW Bro Richie), we discovered we had a lot of common contacts around Europe. This was quite fun. They also assisted at the visit of MW Ken Nagel few years back. Another thing that also got my attention was beautiful paintings which were made by a local brother. The representations of the 3 degrees symbols, especially the 3rd one were mesmerizing. I was received and introduced with a battery of 3 and presented the lapel pin of GL and coin from Peninsula 168 to the WM and the VW District GM. In return, they presented me their own tokens of appreciation. Trying to find a taxi for my return to the hotel, a brother offered me to give me a ride. Half way to the hotel, I told him I hoped he was not going out of his way. He laughed and said he lived actually the opposite direction but I would not have found a cab that night and the walk was long. That’s what Masons do. Going out of their way and brushing the effort required with a joke. Good laugh to end a nice evening. I am sure glad I took my apron that morning. On another note, Eureka #20 also has...

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