The Dionysiac Architects

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The most celebrated of the ancient fraternities was the Dionysiac Architects. This organization was composed exclusively of initiates of the Bacchus-dionysos cult. They made their appearance no later than 1000 B.C. Acclaimed as being the custodians of a secret knowledge of architectonics. They were regarded as master craftsmen of the earth. So carefully did the dionysiac architects safeguard the secrets of their craft that only fragmentary records exist of their esoteric teachings. They also possessed secret means of recognition, and were bound together by specialties only known to themselves. The richest of this fraternity were bound to provide for the poorer brethren. They were divided into communities, governed by a Master and Wardens. It is claimed that Solomon, at the instance of Hiram, king of Tyre, employed them at his temple and palaces. They had means of intercommunication all over the then known world. And from them, doubtless, sprang the guilds of the traveling masons known in the middle ages. One of the most illustrious of their members was Vitruvius, the great architect and some think maybe even Saint Paul might have been an initiate. The Dionysiac rites were founded upon the science of astronomy. Great buildings erected by these initiated craftsmen were based upon geometrical patterns derived from the constellations. Both the symbols and terminology of their guild derived from the elements of architecture. The checkerboard floor upon which the modern freemasonic lodge stands is the old tracing board of the Dionysiac architects. At one time the Dionysian’s referred to themselves as the sons of Solomon, and the most important of their symbols was the seal of Solomon- two interlaced triangles. The knights templar are believed to have contacted these Dionysian’s and to have introduced many of their symbols and doctrines into mediaeval Europe. The Dionysian’s venerated the deity under the guise of a great architect and master craftsman. Who was ever gouging rough ashlars from the fields of space and truing them into universes. They affirmed constructiveness to be the supreme expression of the soul and believed immortality could be achieved by thus becoming a part of the creative agencies of nature. For more information on this please refer to the following book The secret teachings of all by Ages by Manly P hall Submitted by Brother John L. Parsons,...

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Masonic Thoughts

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That Masons are builders can be seen by the name …By teaching men the doctrines of temperance, fortitude, prudence and justice, together with the many lessons drawn from, and daily application to the activities of life, deep foundations are laid upon which loftiest character must stand. When brotherly love, relief and truth really enter into the fibre of a man’s being, there is little room for the selfish and the debased. His instincts and his aspirations are toward the uplift that comes from a joyful service to mankind. That I AM MY BROTHER’S KEEPER is demonstrated in every avenue of life whether I am ready to concede it or not … Service and sacrifice are the crucible in which the base metals of greed, avarice, and selfishness are left as the dross of life. If thy brother would have thee go with him one mile, that is thy duty. When to this is added gladly, a second mile, that is a blessed privilege. Masonry puts into a man’s breast THE SWEET SERVICE OF THE SECOND MILE. Masonry’s mission, therefore, to the individual is to uplift his character and establish a nobler manhood. Owen...

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I Sat In Lodge With You

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There is a saying filled with cheer, Which calls a man to fellowship, It means as much for him to hear As lie within the brother-grip, Nay, more! It opens wide the way To friendliness sincere and true; There are no strangers when you say To me: “I sat in lodge with you.” When that is said, then I am known; There is no questioning nor doubt; I need not walk my path alone Nor from my fellows be shut out, Those words hold all of brotherhood And help me face the world anew— There’s something deep and rich and good In this: “I sat in lodge with you.” Though in far lands one needs must roam, By sea and shore and hill and plain, Those words bring him a touch of home And lighten tasks that seem in vain, Men’s faces are no loner strange But seem as those he always knew When some one bring the joyous change With his: “I sat in lodge with you.” So you, my brother, now and then Have often put me in your debt By showing forth to other men That you your friends do not forget, When all the world seems grey and cold And I am weary, worn and blue, Then come this golden thought I hold— You said: “I sat in lodge with you.” When to the last great Lodge you fare My prayer is that I may be One of your friends who wait you there, Intent your smiling face to see, We, with the warder at the gate, Will have a pleasant task to do; We’ll all, thought you come soon or late; “Come in! We sat in lodge with you!” Wilbur D....

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The Silent Summons

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A member of a certain Lodge, who previously attended meetings regularly, stopped going. After a few months, the Worshipful Master decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening, and the Worshipful Master found his brother at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for the Worshipful Master’s visit, the brother welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited. The Worshipful Master made himself comfortable, but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After several minutes, the Worshipful Master took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth, all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. His host watched all of this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow, and its fire was no more. Soon, it was cold and dead. Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The Worshipful Maser glanced at his watch and chose this time to leave. He slowly stood up, pickup up the cold, dead ember, and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately, it began to glow once more, with all the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the Worshipful Master reached the door to leave, his host said, with a tear running down his cheek, “Thank you so much for your fiery summons, my brother. I’ll be back in our Lodge next meeting.” —Author...

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King Soloman’s Temple

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A member of a certain Lodge, who previously attended meetings regularly, stopped going. After a few months, the Worshipful Master decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening, and the Worshipful Master found his brother at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire. Guessing the reason for the Worshipful Master’s visit, the brother welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited. The Worshipful Master made himself comfortable, but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After several minutes, the Worshipful Master took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth, all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent. His host watched all of this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow, and its fire was no more. Soon, it was cold and dead. Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The Worshipful Maser glanced at his watch and chose this time to leave. He slowly stood up, pickup up the cold, dead ember, and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately, it began to glow once more, with all the light and warmth of the burning coals around it. As the Worshipful Master reached the door to leave, his host said, with a tear running down his cheek, “Thank you so much for your fiery summons, my brother. I’ll be back in our Lodge next meeting.” —Author UnknownThere’s a Temple of God in tales of the past, I see through the mists of historical years. And my heart through the veil of its mysteries vast Is filled with the vision of numberless spheres. Revealing my failure to build temples to last Through the age after age that before me appears. With the stars of my God ever shining above, And the tools of my calling at hand, I will build me a temple of glorious love, With the arch of my Masonry spanned. And the Spirit of God coming down from above Will comfort my soul with His wand. There’s a Mountain of God in each of our hearts For that temple’s enduring base. And the work we may do by a Mason’s arts Will this solid foundation embrace. And within it’s a spirit that never departs Nor will ever the temple disgrace. Through the beautiful aisles of the glorious past Will its wonderful harmonies swell, When the dead shall arise at Gabriel’s blast From the grave’s most darkening cell, Then the lot of the true will no longer be cast With the...

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Thoughts of a Mason’s Wife

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How many wives of Masons have ever given much thought, To the wonderful biblical lessons that Masonry has taught. Have you asked yourself this question, when you sit alone at night? While hubby is away at lodge: is my reasoning straight and right? I know the nights are lonely and long, but this question has come to me, “If my husband weren’t a Mason, what kind of man would he be?” I know nothing of their secret work, but this much I understand, That the lessons taught in Masonry have made a better man. “If my husband weren’t A Mason, what kind of man would he be?” They call us Masonic widows, I’ve been one for many a year, I’ve spoken my piece on lonely nights, and berated my hubby dear. But, then again, I regret my words, and with wisdom try to see, “If my husband weren’t a Mason, what kind of man would he be?” So I try to be a patient wife, as alone I meditate, And see his point, as he leaves for lodge, with these words, “I won’t be late”. Some say that men make Masonry, and this I understand, But, deep in my heart I still Maintain, “That Masonry makes the man.” And as we journey the highway together, to the inner things of life, May their teachings go on forever. Sincerely, A Masons Wife. (Author...

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Echoes

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Fine men have walked this way before, Whatever Lodge your Lodge may be; Whoever stands before the door, The sacred arch of Masonry, Stands where the wise, the great, the good, In their own time and place have stood. You are not Brother just with these, Your friends and neighbours; you are kin With Masons down the centuries; This room that now you enter in Has felt the tread of many feet, For here all Masonry you meet. You walk the path the great have trod, The great in heart, the great in mind, Who looked through Masonry to God, And looked through God to all mankind Learned more than word or sign or grip, Learned Man’s and God’s relationship. To him who sees, who understands, How mighty Masonry appears! A Brotherhood of many lands, A fellowship of many years, A Brotherhood, so great, so vast, Of all the Craft of all the past. And so I say a sacred trust Is yours to share, is yours to keep; I hear the voice of men of dust, I hear the step of men asleep; And down the endless future too, Your own shall echo after you. Douglas...

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Truth

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When touched by Truth’s immortal fire, How firm each purpose stands! Each wandering thought, each vain desire, Obeys its high commands; And ever, as the day rolls o’er, The holy feelings rise, To mark that future, cloudless shore, Beyond these stormy skies. How dear the kind, fraternal tie That binds each manly heart, Though sorrows fill the weeping eye, Or joys their charm impart! How dear, to Brothers good and true, The plighted word that tells Of trusting thoughts that spring anew Where’er a true heart dwells! The pledge that holds the willing ear, The whispered word that’s given Are kindly blessings gathered here, To ripen yet in Heaven; For He, whose promise never fails, Lights up the holy fire, To guide us on, through sorrow’s vales, And highest thoughts inspire. Let altars of immortal Truth Receive our willing vows, The fairest gem of hopeful youth, Or age that feebly bows: When years on years have calmly passed, And sorrows come no more, Be each true Brother found, at last, Upon a happier shore. Thomas Power, 1844 Past Grand Secretary Grand Lodge of...

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The Working Tools

Posted by on Apr 1, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Let us be true, —each Working Tool The Master places in our care Imparts a stern but wholesome rule, To all who work and journey here; The Architect Divine has used The Plumb, the Level and the Square. Let use be wise; the Level, see! How certain is the doom of man! So humble should Freemasons be Who work within this narrow span; No room for pride and vanity— Let wisdom rule our every plan. Let us be just; behold the Square! Its pattern deviates no part From that which, in the Master’s care, Tries all the angles of the heart, O sacred implement divine,— Blest emblem of Masonic art! Let us be true; the unerring Plumb, Dropped from the unseen Master’s hand, Rich-fraught with truthfulness has come, To bid us rightly walk and stand; That the All-seeing Eye of God May bless us from the heavenly land. Dear friend, who generous heart I know, Whose virtues shine so far abroad,— Long may you linger here below, To share what friendship may afford! Long may the Level, Plumb and Square Speak forth by you the works of God. Rob...

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Wisdom Strength and Beauty

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When is a man a Mason? When he can look out over the rivers, the hills, and the far horizon with a profound sense of his own littleness in the vast scheme of things, and yet have faith, hope, and courage. When he knows that down in his heart every man is as noble, as vile, as divine, as diabolic, and as lonely as himself, and seeks to know, to forgive, and to love his fellow man. When he know how to sympathize with men in their sorrows, yea, even in their sins—knowing that each man fights a hard fight against many odds. When he has learned how to make friends and to keep them, and above all how to keep friends with himself. When he loves flowers, can hunt the birds without a gun, and feels the thrill of an old forgotten joy when he hears the laugh of a little child. When he can be happy and high-minded amid the meaner drudgeries of life. When star-crowned trees and the glint of sunlight on flowing waters subdue him like the thought of one much loved and long dead. When no voice of distress reaches his ears in vain, and no hand seeks his aid without response. When he finds good in every faith that helps any man to lay hold of higher things, and to see majestic meanings in life, whatever the name of that faith may be. When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something beyond sin. When he knows how to pray, how to love, how to hope. When he has kept faith with himself, with his fellow man, with his God; in his hand a sword for evil, in his heart a bit of a song—glad to live, but not afraid to die! In such a man, whether he be rich or poor, scholarly or unlearned, famous or obscure, Masonry has wrought her sweet ministry! Such a man has found the only real secret of Masonry, and the one which it is trying to give to all the world. Joseph Fort...

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