Rebel Gold

Authors Bob Brewer and Warren Getler must be almost as frustrated as the Masonic community that National Treasure: Book Of Secrets didn't use their source material to the fullest extent. Rebel Gold: One Man's Quest to Crack the Code Behind the Secret Treasure of the Confederacy is about Brewer's attempts to trace the lost gold of the Confederacy and the Knights of the Golden Circle to its modern hiding places. A bit daffy in some places, and containing leaps of logic every bit as silly as Ben Gates' instant deciphering of arcane puzzles ("Across the sea, these twins stand resolute...resolute...That's IT! The Resolute desks!"). Still, Rebel Gold was one of the books that inspired the movie, and Brewer and Getler acted as consultants on the film. So they at least got a brush with Hollywood and a couple of nice lunches out of the deal.

It's a fun read, if only for the tales of the KGC. (The Jesse James boys - who knew there were two? - actually stuck up stages to make money for the Confederacy! Bloody patriots.)

"Chain Of Union" Champagne

Proving once again that our continental brethren have a far more intelligent attitude about combining Freemasonry with the finer things enjoyed by gentlemen, La Maison du Macon now offers La Chaine d'Union Champagne, from the Marne Valley in France's Champagne region.

Priced at €18.

Now if I just knew an importer.

Poke around their website. They also sell Masonic daggers and watches.

"What is all the fuss about?"

A very rare nice article appeared in the British press on Thursday about Freemasonry that didn't use either phrase "dodgy handshakes" or "rolled-up trouser leg."

They're slipping.

National Treasure: Book Of Secrets

Like most Masons who got themselves all atwitter when first viewing the Masonic symbol-laden trailer for National Treasure: Book Of Secrets, I was eager to see the final film when it debuted Christmas Week of 2007. Its predecessor, 2004’s National Treasure was the first really fun, escapist entertainment that involved Freemasons without depicting members of the fraternity as bald-headed, cat-stroking criminal masterminds, or serial killers inspired by Aleister Crowley-style sex-magick rituals.

Face it: the image of Nicholas Cage holding the Declaration of Independence in front of an All-Seeing Eye became to Masons what Farrah Fawcett in a bathing suit was to teenaged boys in the 1970s. And if that isn’t creepier than a backrub from Grandma, I don’t know what is.


I really wanted to love this film. I had a goofy warm glow of fun, like after a day in Disneyland, after the first one. And with every trailer for the film sporting Masonic symbolism everywhere, I was prepared for a Masonic Citizen Kane. Or at least a Masonic Showgirls. Besides, Nicholas Cage is my sister's next door neighbor in California. I'd hate to be visiting her and suddenly bump into him strolling down the beach after panning his movie to the Masonic community. Awkward.

Aw, who am I kidding. The picture has grossed $125 million by the end of its second weekend. What's a disappointed Mason or two in the face of that? But at least now I know why the VP at Disney never returned my call before the picture opened.

Unfortunately, Masons are in for quite a letdown with the final released version of Book Of Secrets. Sure, there are a few tantalizing bits of top water bait flung our way, mostly as throwaway snips of dialogue (Albert Pike! He mentioned Albert Pike right there in the movie! Get those petitions, lads! They’ll be knocking our doors down any minute!). But I got the distinct impression that the first edit of the picture was three hours long, only to be chopped down to nothing but breathless car chases, ridiculous plot points and appalling scenes of characters thinking out loud for the benefit of the history-impaired. “Whoa, what, there’s a second Statue of Liberty?” “Yes, Reilly, in PARIS!” Cut to a shot of the Arc de Triomphe with a title card reading Paris, France.

Or my favorite, “I’m gonna kidnap the President of the United States!”

It was too much to hope that it wouldn't be so, well, stupid. Although, with the Wibberley's on board (The Shaggy Dog, Charlies Angels II, I Dream Of Jeannie, Fantastic Voyage), my hopes weren't high. But what do I know? It's the #1 picture in the world right now.

The only two references to Masonry in the original script were cut from the final film:

• Ben Gates is asking FBI Agent Sadusky, about ‘the President’s Book,’ the Book of Secrets of the subtitle. This book supposedly lists secrets only U.S. Presidents are authorized to know. Sadusky asks why Gates is asking Sadusky about this, to which Gates replies, “Because of the 43 men who have ever been President of the United States of America, 15 of them are confirmed freemasons. You’re a 33rd-Degree Master Mason, a Mason of the highest order. If anyone knows if this book exists, you do.”

• At the conclusion of the movie, Ben asks Sadusky why Sadusky helped Ben obtain access to the President’s Book. Sadusky responds: “Well, when you become a 33rd-degree Master Mason, you wonder if half the stuff they tell you is true. I was curious.”

Apparently, the Grand Lodge of New York was hoping there would be more Masonic meat in Book Of Secrets, too. According to an article in today’s New York Times, the Grand Lodge had a public relations firm send out press releases explaining that Masons have nothing to hide (Move along, nothing creepy here). Times writer Jennifer B. Lee seems skeptical throughout, but was nice enough to make up an interactive Google map of NYC’s Masonic sites, while expressing the belief that New York’s magnificent and ornate lodge rooms with candles and no windows “certainly do not help dissuade those looking for fodder for conspiracy theories.”

Yes, Book of Secrets is the very biggest, if silliest, in escapist entertainment. Check your credibility at the door and be prepared to groan as our heroes engage in breaking and entering in Buckingham Palace, the White House, and the President’s private birthday party at Mount Vernon. Just don’t expect any blatant Masonic connection, apart from the lecture hall in the opening minutes being the auditorium of the George Washington Masonic National Memorial. You wouldn’t know unless somebody told you.

Now, if it’s a little digging you’re willing to do, you can find some Masonic nuggets suggested by the film, but never actually explained or explored. Here is a smorgasbord of points mentioned in the film.

In the film, Wilkinson (Ed Harris) claims to be a descendant of Civil War general Albert Pike, and he produces a letter written by Pike to Queen Victoria concerning clues for finding Cibola, one of the seven fabled Cities of Gold, to finance the Confederacy in the waning days of the war. No mention of the fact that, as Civil War generals go, Pike was pretty insignificant, giving up his commission after the disastrous Battle of Pea Ridge in 1862. Pike’s mention in the film seems more like a Masonic Easter egg than a plot point.

The Knights of the Golden Circle get mentioned in the first three minutes of the film, as John Wilkes Booth and his sidekick threaten Thomas Gates into deciphering their coded message. Said sidekick is wearing a KGC lapel badge – a potentially dangerous item to be sporting in Washington DC just three days after Appomattox, but if he wasn’t, we wouldn’t have no picture. Except that they are never mentioned again. There’s a lot of that going on in this movie.

Looking for symbolic numbers? Ben's folks have been separated for 32 years (there's a Scottish Rite gag in there somewhere amidst Helen Mirren's bemoaning of bad Tequila). And that "page 47" stuff - surely that's not a cheap allusion to the 47th Problem of Euclid. Nah. Not "life changing" enough. (Nicholas Cage claims he ad libbed the "life changing" line, making an intriguing but difficult box for the inevitable sequel to fight its way out of.)

Edouard Rene de Laboulaye’s name is what appears on the cipher Gates tries to burn to keep out of the hands of the KGC. Apart from being an excuse for the cast and crew to spend two weeks in Paris to shoot two pages of script, Laboulaye is the first Masonic connection in the film. He was an important French author during the mid-1800s, and an ardent admirer of the United States. In 1865, as the American Civil War was ending, Laboulaye assembled a group of fellow Freemasons, including the grandsons of the Marquis d’ Lafayette, French historian Henri Martin, and a young artist named Frederic Auguste Bartholdi. The idea was to present a monument to the United States to represent France’s friendship (along with being a poke in the eye to Napoleon III’s repressive Second Empire by celebrating American style freedoms the French were being deprived of). The Statue of Liberty Enlightening the World was a Masonic conception right from the start, and the construction of its pedestal on Bedloe’s Island was spearheaded by funds raised by the Masons of New York. Even the statue’s internal structure had a Masonic connection – it was designed by Freemason Gustave Eiffel.

At the statue’s dedication in New York in 1884, the Grand Lodge laid the cornerstone, and Grand Master William A. Brodie remarked, “"No institution has done more to promote liberty and to free men from the trammels and chains of ignorance and tyranny than has Freemasonry." The statue was finally completed in 1886.

The small version of Liberty in Paris shown in the film stands by the Pont Grenelle on the Isle de Cygnes in the Seine, a little downstream from the Eiffel Tower. It was erected in 1889 when it was given to France by America. From everything I have researched, the “quote” of Laboulaye’s supposedly on the base in the movie doesn’t really exist. A smaller version is also in Paris, in the Jardin du Luxumborg – it was Bartholdi’s original model. And there is a third element of Liberty in Paris. A full-sized, gold-leaf copy of the flaming Torch of Liberty stands just north of the Pont de l’Alma, just above the tunnel where Princess Diana was killed in 1997.

Speaking of that torch, it leads to another Masonic connection that wasn’t made in the movie. In 1916 it was decided to “electrify” the Statue of Liberty in new York and make it into a lighthouse. Floodlights were installed at the base, but the gold-leaf copper plates making up the torch had to be chopped out and replaced with glass so that an electric light could be installed. And who did the cutting job on the torch? A gifted artist and Freemason named John Gutzon de la Mothe Borglum. Borglum was born in Idaho and raised in Nevada, but he came to New York and was made a Mason in Howard Lodge No. 35 in 1904, and served as its Master in 1910.

You might know Borglum’s name from two other famous gigantic pieces of sculpture: his preliminary carving of Georgia’s Stone Mountain, featuring the image of Confederate President Jefferson Davis and Generals Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson. But a little more famous, Borglum was the sculptor of South Dakota’s Mount Rushmore, the location for the end of the movie, which features the busts of Freemasons George Washington and Teddy Roosevelt.

One final note – the Resolute Desk story is true, except for the Chinese puzzle box malarkey. But there’s no need to break in to the Oval Office and let your girlfriend get mauled by some third-rate G3 wetfart just so you can crawl around under the President’s desk undetected attempting to steal a chunk of the thing. You can buy one of your very own at www.resolutedesk.com. Starting price is $7,500 and goes up to $14,500, if you have stones big enough to sit behind a desk with the presidential seal carved in the front panel.



Sweet.

Brother Wayne Guthrie

Names flash by on lodge doorways, but we don't always bother to find out the story of the people and events that led to their formation. One such case is that of Wayne Guthrie, the namesake of Indianapolis' Wayne Guthrie lodge. Read his story here.

Wayne Guthrie Lodge No. 753 was chartered in 1980, shortly after his death, and is one of just a handful of lodges across Indiana that is a daylight lodge, meeting on the second Saturday of the month at 10 AM.

Sickness & Distress: Brother Michael Baigent

Word comes that Freemasonry Today editor and Holy Blood Holy Grail co-author Michael Baigent is in hospital and not doing well.

This comes just weeks after news of the death on November 21st of his longtime collaborator Richard Leigh, and only a few months after the announcement that Freemasonry Today and the UGLE's MQ Magazine were merging. Brother Michael's work has always been thought-provoking, original and entertaining, and I wish him nothing but the best during what is turning out to be one of the most challenging periods of his life.

He is very much in need of thoughts, prayers and positive energy right now.

2008 Rose Parade Winner

As we finish up the manuscript to the new book this week, I think it only fitting to point out the Tournament of Roses parade float that won the Grand Marshal's Trophy for excellence in creative concept and design for 2008.

It came from New Mexico.

No fooling.

Is it true that nothing remains to be done in Masonry?

Brother Jack Buta posted some of the following posers on the Philalethes List today, and I think they are worth repeating here, in light of the new year:

Is it true that nothing remains to be done in Masonry?

1. Do Masons no longer form uncharitable opinions of their Brethren, enter harsh judgments against them, and judge themselves by one rule and their Brethren by another?

2. Has Masonry done that which it should have done for the cause of education? Where are its schools, its academies, its colleges, its hospitals, and infirmaries?

3. Are political controversies now conducted with no violence and bitterness?

4. Do Masons refrain from defaming and denouncing their Brethren who differ with them in religious or political opinions?

5. Where in our Lodges are lectures habitually delivered for the real instruction of the Brethren?

6. In what Lodge are our ceremonies explained and elucidated; corrupted as they are by time, until their true features can scarcely be distinguished; and where are those great primitive truths of revelation taught, which Masonry has preserved to the world?

7. We have high dignities and sounding titles. Do their possessors qualify themselves to enlighten the world in respect to the aims and objects of Masonry?

8. Your debates should be but friendly conversations. You need concord, union, and peace. Why then do you retain among you men who excite rivalries and jealousies; why permit great and violent controversy and ambitious pretensions? How do your own words and acts agree?

9. Is freedom yet universal?

10. Have ignorance and prejudice disappeared from the earth? Are there no longer enmities among men? Do cupidity and falsehood no longer exist? Do toleration and harmony prevail among religious and political sects? There are works yet left for Masonry to accomplish..

These questions were posed by Albert Pike over 150 years ago, in Morals and Dogma Chapter 11.
As Jack points out in his post, it seems we still have a lot of work to do in 2008.

Ohio Masons Converge On Marietta For Bicentennial

Dig back in your American Masonic history sources and you'll find the stories about the famed American Union Lodge. First formed in Massachusetts in 1776, American Union Lodge functioned as a military lodge for seven years. The lodge quickly moved to New York, where it was granted permission to meet under the name of Military Union No. 1. General Washington attended at least three of its meetings, but a commonly circulated rumor that general Lafayette became a Mason in AUL is, however, false. Nevertheless, several of Washington's generals did become Masons in American Union: most notably, Otho Williams, Rufus Putnam, and Samuel A. Parsons. And while I'm looking this up, it should be noted that while not "all" of Washington's generals were masons, as is often claimed by anti-Masons and irrationally exuberant brethren alike, out of 74 men who were commissioned as Generals in the U.S. Continental Army between 1775 and 1783, 33 of them were Freemasons – nearly half. (the indefatigable Paul M. Bessel lists them).

The lodge was officially reorganized in 1790 in Marietta, Ohio at the confluence of the Ohio and Muskingum rivers. American Union Lodge No. 1 was the first lodge in the Northwest Territory, and the first lodge of what would become the Grand Lodge of Ohio.

It was the members of this lodge who fleetingly attempted to encourage George Washington to become the General Grand Master for a national Grand Lodge of the United States when the war ended. When washington turned them down, the brief movement for such a nationwide governing body fizzled. York Rite enthusiasts should note that American Union's well-preserved records indicate that it was among the earliest US lodges to regularly confer the Past Master, Mark Master, Most Excellent Master and Royal Arch "steps", beginning in 1792.

Ohio became a state in 1803, and by then there were lodges established in Marietta, Cincinnati, Chillicothe, Worthington, Warren and Zanesville. American Union Lodge became lodge #1 when the Grand Lodge of Ohio was formed in 1808, at a convention in Chillicothe (the capital at that time) on January 4th.

To commemorate the bicentennial of the formation of the GL of Ohio and the premiere status of American Union as Ohio's first Masonic lodge, more than 350 Masons will converge on Marietta this Friday to kick off the year.

The best of wishes to the brethren of American Union Lodge and the GL of Ohio during this auspicious year.

On a personal note, I briefly lived on a farm in rural Marietta many, many moons ago, when dinosaurs ruled the earth and I was but a mere prat of about 5. My only memory of the town was a visit to the riverboat Rhododendron, then used as a floating dinner theater, which I have just discovered was moved to Clinton, Iowa in 1966. No longer floating, but still a theater. So it goes.

Vrijmetselarij Voor Dummies

Last spring I had the happy experience of accidently meeting the man who was translating Freemasons For Dummies into Dutch. Brother Jimmy Koppen is a Mason from Belgium, and I had the pleasure of meeting him in Scotland at the International Conference on the History of Freemasonry. He had contacted the Dutch publisher of the Dummies books and asked if such an edition was being planned – and suddenly found himself plunged into the business of translating my American original, plus Brother Phillipe Benhamou's French version, along with making more alterations to explain the variations of Freemasonry in both Belgium and the Netherlands.


I stumbled across Jimmy's blog today (rather clumsily translated by Google's language robot). By the way, I notice that the word "Dummies" translates in almost any language...

It's interesting to see the changes that get made along the way. Like the French version, new chapters had to be created to discuss the history of the order in both Belgium and the Netherlands, along with a chapter about feminine and co-Masonry (other nations rarely have OES chapters, but do have female and mixed grand lodges, with something on the order of approximately 150,000 female Masons worldwide). Appendant bodies like the Shrine are almost completely unknown, since Masons outside of the US never tossed alcohol out of the lodges. And our Scottish and York Rite systems are very different from what is practiced in the rest of the Masonic world.

The book hit Dutch shelves earlier this month. Many thanks to Brother Koppen for his months of hard work.

Your Good Health Music Bomb For The Weekend

Well, this herky-jerky little ditty from 1975 was just what the doctor ordered to keep me on my blood pressure meds: Get Well, Get With IT! It's got sort of an Up With People! riff to it that makes me want to shindig.

My Mother Lodge

I've missed a whole lot of events over the last week due to my recent breakneck tour of the healthcare industry – Christmas with my family, parties, speaking at the Feast of St. John, a belated birthday celebration for my sister. In return, I got to spend a quiet Christmas Eve with my wife and dog in Room 203 of the cardiac unit, listening to the gentle gurgle of my draining lungs while visions of the Mortal Coil Shuffle danced in my head. But I'm missing my lodge's officer installation today, and I'm not happy about it.

Broad Ripple Lodge No. 643 is my Mother Lodge. It's where I got jabbed with a Steward's pike into an officer's chair two weeks after I was raised. It's where I was elected Master after two years as a Mason. I've seen it at its lowest ebb, against the ropes, devoid of anyone to put in a chair, and contemplating a vote for its own demise — which is how it ended up with a green rube sitting on Solomon's cushion in 2001. Likewise, my very closest friend Nathan Brindle, who joined with me and was raised the same day as I was, followed me a year later. Since then, I have served as Treasurer or Trustee, and Nathan has spent seven years as either Secretary or assisting the secretary from behind the scenes. For nine years the two of us have a running gag that we seem to always be the last guys out of the building to shut off the lights, check for gas leaks, and lock up the joint.

Broad Ripple Lodge isn't on the ropes anymore. Nine years after I joined, the lodge is active and alive, and I couldn't be prouder of these brethren. They have come together as brothers and friends and have accomplished just what Freemasonry is supposed to do: taken a disparate gaggle of men from every walk of life, every religious and political persuasion, every kind of educational and economic background, with nothing more in common than the shared experience of Hiram's journey, and forged lasting friendships.

Wbro. Willard V. Saylor, one of the proprietors of WT&T Fraternal Supplies in Franklin, is our new Master for 2008, and I really wanted to be there today for his installation by PGM Rick Elman, for a whole lot of reasons. But there's no shortage of qualified guys to sit in officers' chairs anymore, and Nathan and I no longer have to be the last guys out of the building. As vainglorious as it might sound, it's mentally the end of an era for both of us. And that's a good thing.

Bravo, lads. It's going to be a great year.

Photo by Nathan Brindle, PM:
Front Row, LtoR: Lee Hargitt, PM, Treasurer and Trustee; Matt Davis, Junior Warden; Will Saylor, Worshipful Master; Miles Evanston, Senior Warden; Darren Klem, PM, Secretary.
Back Row, LtoR: Tim Brinkmeyer, PM, Marshal; Michael DeWitt, Senior Steward; Ben Fuhr, Junior Steward; Mike Walkup, Senior Deacon.
Not shown: Jay DeFord, Junior Deacon; Ken Morgan, Chaplain; David Feldman, Tyler; Chris Hodapp, PM, Trustee; Todd Ebbert, PM, Trustee

Chris' Cardiac Care Christmas

Greetings brethren, and thanks for all the kind messages, calls and visits. For those who don't know, I was admitted to the hospital on Monday afternoon because of extreme shortness of breath. I'll say. It seems that my lungs were filling up to the brim with fluid, which was preventing me from insignificant things like sleeping and inhaling. My doctor was so concerned that he actually threw me in his car and drove me to the hospital.

After three days in the Indiana Heart Hospital, they don't think I'm in here because of a heart problem, but they aren't sure. THAT'S modern medicine. It's been a true comedy of errors in here that I won't think is so funny when the bills come (since I have no health insurance). Still, no one here can seem to figure out why my lungs fill up with fluid. And there's a little question of a massive, unidentified mass of tissue under my thyroid that's striking terror into my very being, especially since my 13 year old oncologist, Dr. Pablo Mengele, keeps reiterating that it might not be cancer, really. Maybe. Not. But there are over 300 kinds of cancers and it might be one. He of course wandered in to my room last night in his $500 Armani suit while my whole family was here and blurted this out.

So

More tests today, then I think they'll send me home while I sweat it out for three days like a prisoner on death row to hear just which of the more than 300 cancers this isn't.

Not my idea of how to spend Christmas. But given the way I felt Christmas Eve, better than the alternative. And best of all, I have both Alice and the dog in the room with me. All in all, everything after this is a gift.

Thanks again for your thoughts, prayers, wishes, and especially for your friendship.

Rose Circle Society Upcoming Events

The Rose Circle Society is a new organization dedicated to exploring esoteric knowledge, with a particular interest in its place within Freemasonry. Two of the founding members of the Society are Brother Christopher McIntosh, member of Pilgrim Lodge No. 238 in London, and author of several books about Rosicrucianism and 17th-19th century occultists; and brother Robert A. Gilbert, 1997 Prestonian Lecturer, Past Master of Quatuor Coronati Lodge No. 2076 , former editor of Ars Quatuor Coronatorum, and co-author of Freemasonry: A Celebration of the Craft.

Growing out of a 2006 esoteric conference in New Jersey, the Society is planning two events in New York in 2008. The first was just announced on the MasonicLight Yahoo discussion group.

At the Grand Lodge building on 23rd St. in New York City on Saturday April 12th, the Rose Circle will bring you a full day of scholastic analysis & insight into the effects & subsequent value of Ritual Initiation. Speaker Line Up Includes:

Charles Cicero who is a well known adept/practitioner and author on various Initiatic paths involving ritual workings. He is also the Grand Senior Warden of the Florida Grand Commandery & member of the Red Cross of Constantine and an 8th grade member of the SRICF.

Tabith Cicero (Author, Writer and Sister in the Order of the Eastern Star in Florida) Tabitha will be speaking on the Tarot and its ritualistic application.

Cliff Jacobs (Cliff is an Honorary 33rd* recipient, the current Orator for the Consistory, the former Director of Work for the Rose Croix Chapter at the Scottish Rite Valley in Manhattan. Cliff is a well known, published writer & public speaker who often appears in the papers as well as various venues in New York City. He serves as the Deputy Executive Director for Queens Public Television in New York City)

The second event will be in October 2008, with details to be announced.

Marion, Indiana Masons Keep and Improve Their Temple

The Grand County Chronicle-Tribune reports that the Masons of Samaritan Lodge No. 105 are not selling their building in Marion, Indiana. They are staying and refurbishing it.

"This building was built for the Masonic lodge, and we just wanted to keep it this way," said Shane Gibson, the new incoming Master of Samaritan Lodge No,.105 of Free and Accepted Masons.

The 1912 building will require $120,000 in exterior renovation of its limestone exterior, and another $100,000 in interior and mechanical work, including a new boiler, electrical and plaster repairs.

Samaritan Lodge's 100 year anniversary will be in 2012, and the brethren are determined that their building will last well into the future as an historic part of the community. They have bucked the trend that so many lodges have fallen victim to, of shrugging off what they momentarily regard as a white elephant and fleeing their historic temples for a metal pole barn in a corn field.

No, Freemasonry is not about buildings, and Freemasons can meet in hotel conference rooms, church basements, caves, living rooms and even a brand spankin' new steel shed. But our forefathers built these temples for us, as a symbol of their pride in the fraternity. They made sure they were the best that could be constructed. All they expected was for us to maintain them, and in so many cases, we've let them down. Temples that were built and paid for 90 years ago as symbols of beauty and of our pride in ourselves as Masons get sold every day by brethren who have no vision, or who had no alternative because the last three generations failed to plan financially for the future. Cheap dues, no foundations, no investments, no comprehensive planning – all have led to this sad moment in our history, as so many lodges murder their own posterity. What would the men who built these temples say to us today?

That's why the brethren of Marion have much to be proud of. They are investing in their future by preserving their heritage. It is a sentiment that is growing among new, younger, excited Masons, who are unfortunately in a race with those who, sadly, want to be rid of these buildings as fast as they can be thrown away. Sometimes, like a troubled marriage, staying is the hardest thing you can do. It takes more work.

By contrast, the Masons of Grand Island, Nebraska now have little more than a trinket to remember their 1925 Temple by. And then there is this pathetic story from Elgin, Illinois.

Levant Preceptory in Templar Magazine

Levant Preceptory, Indiana's only period recreation Masonic Knight's Templar group, is featured in the Indiana Supplement of the monthly Knights Templar Magazine for January.

Indianapolis Feast of St. John

I'll have the honor of addressing the assembled lodges of Indianapolis at the Feast of St. John on December 27th at Indiana Freemasons' Hall.

Century Lodge No. 764 will host this year's feast.

Dinner will include beef tenderloin, salad, desert and beverage. Cost per meal is $20.00 per attendee. Dress code is coat and tie. Doors will open for Registration at 6:00 PM EST and a Table Lodge will be opened on the Entered Apprentice Degree at 7:00 PM EST.

Lodge Secretaries should calculate their total attendance and forward a check from their Lodge along with the number of meals to be reserved. The deadline for dinner reservations is Thursday, December 20, 2007.

For reservations contact: Carlton E. Curry, Chairman

Rosslyn Bans Photography

Beginning January 2nd, visitors to Scotland's Rosslyn Chapel can just leave their cameras in the car. The Chapel authorities say they are doing this for "health and safety reasons." It seems that videographers are tripping and falling on the uneven floor slabs as they watch their viewfinders instead of their step.

And still cameras? Oh, the flash bulbs cause epileptic seizures.

But don't worry.

The gift shop has plenty of souvenirs to sell you to make up for the loss of that keepsake photo you won't be allowed to take.

Kindly tell these Scotsmen to stop perpetuating a cultural stereotype. I'm reminded of the Bugs Bunny cartoon when the Scotsman fires a musket ball at Bugs. It misses and eventually falls to the ground. The Scotsman runs over, picks it up, wipes it off, and puts it back in his gun. "S'been in the family fer years."

A Pilgrim Christmas

Many who have glanced over my resumé have puzzled over my monthly contribution to the Texas organic gardening magazine, Living Natural First. As I told its editor two years ago, I don't know the first thing about organic gardening, which was just fine with him. He wanted some comic relief from the rest of the magazine's monthly dose of compost, leaf mold remedies and the gardener's astrology chart. The result has been an ongoing column entitled Pilgrim's Progress: Rustic Tales of an Organic Greenhorn. It should be noted that the Pilgrim columns have a healthy dose of fiction to them, but they generally follow the story of a couple who move to the country from the city – he is an urban creature who couldn't tell which end of a hammer to use to properly twist a screw into a wall, while she is a child of the 60s, completely enthralled with living an environmentally healthy lifestyle. Together they fight the battle of garden slugs, home improvement, industrial tool rentals and marauding rodents.

With the book deadline pressing down on my head like an enormous pressing thing, I had tried to back out of the column for the last few months, which apparently resulted in an insurrection from a group of church ladies in Wichita Falls who gathered every month to read the monthly Pilgrim story aloud. They literally telephoned the editor. If I didn't come up with a Christmas tale, I was assured, my eternal soul was at risk of being testified against at Peter's Gate by these otherwise kindly ladies. Therefore, here is my Christmas column from the Pilgrim.

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A Pilgrim Christmas

My father is not a cheapskate. Let’s just get that clear right up front, before my significant helpmate shouts, “He is too!” from the next room. My father is a child of the Great Depression, when that hearty stock of gritty survivalists baked their own bread made from dirt they dug from the back yard, walked 28 miles to school every day (uphill, both ways), and gave birth to their children in mangers because there was no room in the inn. Er, wait … I think I’m mixing up my stories here.

My father inculcated in the child that sprung from his parsimonious loins a healthy admiration for frugality, placed in a delicate cosmic balance with the sentimental, resulting in what I like to think of as a proper state of mind when it comes to arguments over spending too much money at Christmastime. Over the years, I have neatly ducked the undoubtedly environmentally sound protestations of my bride who has suggested the purchase of a prefabricated Christmas tree every holiday season since we were first tethered together in connubial bliss. The first hints usually begin long about August.

“Hey look,” she’ll hey from a corner of the living room, “I’m still picking up pine needles from last year.” I regard this as the gift that keeps on giving the whole year through, a gentle reminder of the Christmas spirit, even in the scorching, humid heat of the summer doldrums.

“Uh-huh,” she’ll respond. “I remember now. The vacuum cleaner clogged and tore a belt on all those needles when I was cleaning up after your tree last year.” I generally respond to this assault on my coniferous preferences by blurting out a bar of O’ Tannenbaum. I prefer the German lyrics. It gives my response the proper sense of “I’m not buying a plastic tree, and this is final,” in a way that only the German language can really communicate:

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren:
Die Hoffnung und Beständigkeit
Gibt Mut und Kraft zu jeder Zeit!

It’s the sort of heartwarming lyric I can imagine Erwin Rommel barking at his wife when she suggested an artificial tree, as he was headed out the door to Libya to go command the Afrika Korps.

Long about September, she’ll take the opportunity to wander past my desk and casually make an offhand remark about how the average acre of uncut pines and firs generates enough oxygen every day to keep 18 people breathing, or that 21 million trees were mercilessly hacked down in the prime of life last year, and that if every American man was as shamelessly pigheaded about Christmas trees as me, 446,996 acres of trees would be whacked down. At 18 people’s daily oxygen, per acre, I’d be personally responsible for suffocating 8,045,928 of my fellow citizens. To which I reply, if that includes the lady who cut in line in front of me at the grocery with 215 items in the ‘12 or Less’ lane, armed with a suitcase filled with coupons, that would be okay by me.

Come November, there’s no avoiding the artificial tree display at the Hardware Hut, where all of these wire and plastic mockeries of the yuletide season stand, like some arboreal firing squad. “A snap to put up in less than five minutes!” they coo. “No mess, no fuss!” they taunt. “Look! I’m even pre-lit!” teases the latest phony fir, as it’s fake fronds beckon the holiday shopper, appealing to his weakening resolve with a can of evergreen-scented air freshener, included at no extra charge. Like some scantily-clad temptress, whispering in his ear, they display their tainted wares and attempt to seduce him. “Take me to your house, honey. I look like the real thing. No one will ever know. I’ll even make it easy on you when you’re tired of me after New Year’s Eve. You can pack me up when you’ve finished with me, and put me away, and not even think of me till next year. Because I’ll wait for you, baby.”

No dice. I’m not buying. Which brings me back to the recombinant cheapskate gene I allegedly inherited from my father. Because, you see, not only am I not buying an artificial tree made by Chinese prisoners in a “re-indoctrination” camp, I’m not buying a real one either. No $200 tree in a box for me, but also no pre-cut, dried out, sap-oozing, needle-dropping, $99 refugee from a Michigan tree farm for me, either.

My parents divorced early in my life and have been remarried several times between them, which means my extremely complex family relations resemble more of a merger than a standard familial bond. It’s more like the close, personal relationships one develops with fellow passengers during a bus plunge. So the strange mélange of holiday traditions that have been passed, re-passed, co-mingled and co-opted by the various offspring that make up my siblings, half-siblings and step-siblings have allowed all of us to cherrypick the ones we like best and force them upon our own families. And the one that I consider sacrosanct is the annual chopping down of a free-range Christmas tree – the word “free” being the operative term.

My father has never, in his 87 years, paid for a Christmas tree, and he taught me all of the tricks of the trade. Overwhelmingly, his preferred manner of tree shopping involved long afternoon drives in the country searching for just the right combination of isolated location and questionable property ownership, returning as dusk fell to quickly chop down his prize. Over the years, we had a wild variety of trees – the standard pines, firs and spruces, and the not-so-standard hemlocks, cedars, cypresses, and arborvitaes. Some were downright dangerous to the touch, with the same sort of prickly nature as a cactus plant, which made the hanging of lights and ornaments a hazardous occupation. And true, there was the occasional bird or rodent that rode into the living room, buried deep within the tree’s hidden recesses. Some of my fondest memories were of Dad, heady with the scent of the hunt and emboldened by a couple of tankards of spiked nog, chasing a startled starling around the house, frantically batting at it with a broken pool cue stick. The tradition was what mattered, and it added a sense of wild adventure to our celebrations that other families missed. “And the price was right,” Dad would always say, cheerfully.

Obviously, as he got older and we moved to more densely populated urban areas, this became a more challenging activity. After all, the local bank branch or office park looked with prejudicial disfavor at the destruction of their expensive landscaping for the sake of one gritty, Depression-era gentleman’s ideas about Christmas celebration. And honestly, I thought it was a little over the top to call me wanting bail money that first year in the city, especially during the busy holiday shopping season.

Technology has come to the aid of the modern Christmas tree shopper in the form of the Whack & Heckler 18-volt rechargeable, cordless chainsaw – a tiny titan of the tool world that makes quick work of surreptitious Nöel deforestation, especially in the gathering gloom of December’s early sunsets. This year, I was especially happy with my choice – a six foot evergreen of some sort, discovered down a ravine far from civilization – because it sported what appeared in the bitter cold dusk to be tiny, baby-sized pine cones. I quickly channeled my inner Paul Bunyan, felled it, dragged it up the hill like a prize of war, lashed it to the roof of the car, and drove homeward.
Once I had mounted it in its stand in our living room, my sweetling was less than impressed. “It’s shaped funny,” she noted, “and it isn’t even green.” True, I had to admit that, in the tungsten glow of our home, it did indeed look a bit brownish.

“Yes, but the price was right,” I quoted Dad. Somehow I didn’t think this impressed her.

“One of these days you’re gonna get arrested doing this. Or shot by somebody who catches you and your little George Washington hatchet trespassing on their property.”

“Oh come on,” I offered, “it’s Christmas. Look at the little baby-sized pine cones. I picked it out special. Have some nog.”

She soon warmed to the combination of the season and the pioneer spirit of adventure. Well, she at least warmed up enough that she soon helped me decorate the new tree. We strung the lights and hung our delicate ornaments. Against my own personal artistic judgment, I even let her heave great wads of shiny aluminum tinsel all over it – her own family’s favorite decorating tradition. Frankly, I had to admit that the strands of shredded chrome helped to hide the brown looking branches. But we did take extra care to put lights close to the baby-sized pine cones to highlight their natural beauty.

Two nights later I was standing in the garage, on the other side of two closed doors, when I heard a shriek she usually reserves for finding spiders in the shower or raccoons in the refrigerator. I ran in, to find her standing across the living room, pointing in horror at the Christmas tree.

“Your pine cones,” she hissed, with a combination of revulsion and rather pointed blame. “They’re moving!”
Sure enough, upon close examination, the pine cones were convulsing and bulging, with the unquestionable activity of something inside trying to escape. Into our living room. It seems that my baby-sized pine cones were, in fact, a rather active infestation of bag worms. Warmed by our central heating system and the close proximity of Christmas lights, the caterpillars inside of the cone-shaped brown sacks had thawed out and were now seeking to relocate. One had fallen to the floor, and the dachshund had already sailed down the hallway with it like a trophy.

There was only one thing to do. I opened up the sliding glass door to the patio, picked up the tree, and heaved it out into the yard. A beaten man, I went out and retrieved the stand and the ornaments, and then dragged the fallen symbol of my pioneer spirit to the back of the yard where the caterpillars could refreeze in peace. I would later bone up on bag worms, and discover that I would have to pull all of the bags from the tree and burn them, since they were filled with eggs laid by the female worms, and would only go on to infest the evergreens in my yard next year. Since the tree was already chopped down anyway, up the whole thing would eventually go in a blaze to Tannenbaum Valhalla.

Some traditions fade away, while others die a much quicker death. My holiday tradition took just long enough for a drive to the Hardware Hut to be smothered completely. I now sit puffing my pipe and sipping my nog, looking at a wire and plastic thing masquerading as a tree. It did just take five minutes to set up, with no fuss, and no risk of arrest for criminal trespassing. If I squint a bit and sit across the room, it looks just like the real thing. The evergreen-scented air freshener completes the illusion. And there will be no pine needles to clog the vacuum up, and certainly no bagworms to evict. I can pack it up the day after New Years, and no one will ever know.

But it’s just not the same.

Women To Start New Masonic Lodge in Cuba

Hot on the heels of the Cuban Masonic conference last week comes this news today. The Gran Logia Femenina de Chile (Women's Grand Lodge of Chile) has agreed to help a group of Cuban women open the first feminine lodge in that country. According to a story on IPS News today, a delegation will be sent to Havana and Pinar del Rio to initiate several dozen women for the new lodge.

Citing feminine lodges in France, Belgium, Spain, the U.K., Chile, Argentina, Mexico and Uruguay, Digna Gisela Medina beleives that women Masons will be recognized by regular Grand Lodges "sooner than later." Medina is the head of the Working Committee on Women's Masonic lodges in Cuba. Former Grand Master of the Grand lodge of Cuba, José Manuel Collera, agrees, and says that the men only rule in Masonry is outmoded.

It should be noted that in 1999, the United Grand Lodge of England issued the following statement:

There exist in England and Wales at least two Grand Lodges solely for women. Except that these bodies admit women, they are, so far as can be ascertained, otherwise regular in their practice. There is also one which admits both men and women to membership. They are not recognised by this Grand Lodge and intervisitation may not take place. There are, however, discussions from time to time with the women's Grand Lodges on matters of mutual concern. Brethren are therefore free to explain to non-Masons, if asked, that Freemasonry is not confined to men(even though this Grand Lodge does not itself admit women). Further information about these bodies may be obtained by writing to the Grand Secretary.

American brethren who point to the Order of the Eastern Star as an alternative for women and fraternal membership should also note the UGLE's statement about the OES:

The Board is also aware that there exist other bodies not directly imitative of pure antient Masonry, but which by implication introduce Freemasonry, such as the Order of the Eastern Star. Membership of such bodies, attendance at their meetings, or participation in their ceremonies is incompatible with membership of this Grand Lodge.

The Square's New Format

The December issue of The Square magazine arrived today. As threatened in the September issue, they have gone from the smaller "digest" size to a more standard 8 1/2 x 11 format. Bravo to The Square for the upgrade, which gives them more room for more articles and photos. Since the merger of the UGLE's MQ magazine with Freemasonry Today, The Square is now England's only independent magazine devoted to Masonry.

Scotland has its own independent Masonic magazine, The Ashlar.

In the US we have... hmmm.

A Big Night at 'The Little Inn'

Back in September, I mentioned a special evening was being planned in conjunction with New York's Livingston Library – "The State of Masonic Education," a lecture and discussion by a panel of Masonic researchers and scholars. Sadly, I was unable to arrange my driving schedule to be there. However, Wbro. Jay Hochberg from New Jersey, a frequent poster to the Masonic Light Yahoo group, presented a detailed report of the evening, which he kindly has allowed me to reprint here. Thanks, Jay.

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A big night at 'The Little Inn'

A huge event for "education Masons" took place Monday night at La Petite Auberge on Lexington Avenue in Manhattan when the Grand Lodge of New York's Livingston Masonic Library inaugurated its dinner-lecture series with a symposium titled "The State of Masonic Education."

Such an event would have been indispensible had the panelists been chosen from among the local lodges, but the speakers this amazing evening were "out of towners". A delegation of six brethren from Quatuor Coronati Lodge No. 2076 in London provided the commentary. And who is better qualified to speak? QC2076 is the first Masonic lodge of research, having been chartered in 1884 for the purpose of dispelling the fanciful myths, legends and hunches that had passed for Masonic scholarship for generations (and sometimes still persist). The stellar line-up of speakers was:

Bro. S. Brent Morris, the newly installed Worshipful Master (the first American to reach that office) and Director of Publications for the A&ASR-SJ.

Bro. Peter Currie, Senior Warden, who is the editor (and even typesetter) of "Ars Quatuor Coronatorum," the annual book of transactions comprised of the papers presented at the lodge's meetings. Also a Past Provincial Senior Grand Deacon of Kent and Somerset.

Bro. Trevor Stewart, Prestonian Lecturer for 2004 and PM of the lodge.

Bro. Granville Angell, Lord of Cannock, Prestonian Lecturer for 2006 and a Past Provincial Senior Grand Warden of Hampshire.

Bro. John Acaster, the newest member of the lodge and also a Past Provincial Grand Senior Warden of East Lancashire.

Bro. John Wade, also of Sheffield University's Center for Research into Freemasonry.

Bro. Roger Burt, Professor Emeritus at University of Exeter, and a PM of the lodge.

Bro. Charles Lawrence, Professor at University of East London, and a Past Provincial Junior Grand Warden of Essex.

Our very capable Master of Ceremonies was Bro. Bill Thomas, a Trustee of the Livingston Masonic Library, as well as a Past Master of Shakespeare Lodge
No. 750 (GLNY) and Sovereign Master of Half Moon Council, Allied Masonic Degrees.

Shakespeare Lodge: http://www.shakespeare750.com

A very thoughtful invocation for blessings upon the food of nourishment and the food for thought to be enjoyed was given by Bro. John Walker Robinson,
Worshipful Master of the GLNY's newest lodge, a "Traditional Observance" lodge called Lux Aeterna No. 1184 in NYC. Welcomes were then extended by
Bro. Barry Mallah, President of the Library's Board of Trustees. Fraternal charm wasted no time in warming the brethren as Mallah presented to Morris an artifact for QC2076's archives: a century-old St. John's card.

"I can't imagine that Charles and Camilla could be treated better," Morris said in thanks for the hospitality extended to the brethren during their stay in connection with this dinner-lecture and the 250th anniversary celebration of St. John's Lodge No. 1.

WM Morris began the evening's program with the history of Quatuor Coronati Lodge and its impact on Masonic education. The lodge's lengthy history need not be related here, except to quote Morris wryly observing that previously the presence of stone buildings in the South Seas Islands would have been deemed evidence of Masonry's existence in that exotic locale, whereas thanks to the scientific, fact-based and peer reviewed methods of the lodge, such baseless conclusions are now discarded.

In addition to the lodge brethren's papers being published in the annual book of transactions, there are comments on these papers from other members published thereafter. "This makes the research valuable," Morris said, because challenging questions and probing points of view can assist the reader in furthering his Masonic knowledge.

"There is now great interest in Masonry. Our new members want to know more about our degrees and our symbolism," he noted. "But let me caution against bad information. It's a tragedy that trees died to publish (title of book deleted), to publish something so unhistorical and poorly researched. Instead, let's get these brothers to the New Jersey Lodge of Research, to the American Lodge of Research... to the Philalethes Society, to the Phylaxis Society...."

Freemasonry from the perspective of an editor was addressed by Bro. Peter Currie, Senior Warden.

He produced several 19th century books that he passed around for all present to examine. One was a ritual manuscript, an actual handwritten transcription of York Ritual from the Senior Warden of Lodge of Agriculture No. 1199, dated Nov. 22, 1878. It was the custom then, Currie explained, for the incoming WM to write down all the ritual, "except that which we're enjoined not to write."

But the book in hand did contain the question "What are the jewels of a Master Mason?" The answer: a mysterious acronym that after some effort was shown to refer to the contents of the Ark of the Covenant.

Currie's point is to call attention to the absence of lectures in many English rituals. Lectures in degrees are for the education of Masons, he explained, as many questions the brethren have can be answered by these narratives that decipher the action of the degree work. As we Americans were adding lectures to our rituals in the 19th century, the English brethren were losing theirs.

On a humorous note, he told the story of his visit to a lodge in Spain where he was asked to sit in as an officer. "But I don't speak Spanish," he explained. Don't worry, the Master assured him, it's Emulation Ritual. "But," Currie protested, "I'm a Stability man!" informing the Master that UGLE has many rituals beside Emulation.

Stability Ritual: http://www.stabilityritual.com/ritualbkpreface.html

Quoting Bro. Phillip Broadfoot (c. 1815) who labored in the Lodge of Reconciliation to start anew from the rituals of Moderns and Antients, Currie told his listeners "Rest assured it is the duty of the researcher to afford information to the brethren if in his power." Anecdotally, he told of his search for the origins of the Apron Lecture found in the EA Degree in some Japanese lodges. He traced it to the Philippines then to Chicago and elsewhere before finally asking Brent Morris. At first Morris didn't have an answer, but realized after they got off the phone that it was sitting right there on his desk. "And I should have recognized it from my own initiation!" he said to the laughter of sympathetic brethren.

Continuing on the limitations of ritual as education tool, Currie told of the Shadbolt rituals. At first there was one, which was disseminated when the Lodge of Reconciliation sent forth ritualists to teach it in lodges. But as this process was underway, the Lodge of Reconciliation changed that ritual, and sent out other instructors, causing there to be two competing Shadbolt rituals.

Coming out of the Lodge of Reconciliation, the Grand Lodge never said "THIS is the ritual!" Currie explained, crediting the GL for allowing that autonomy for lodges. "The genius of English Masonry is it's lax on the Landmarks. We very wisely never and will never pronounce on the ritual. That is the dynamic of that relationship between the lodge and Grand Lodge."

But, he added, the lectures need to be returned to prominence. "They should be able to find their own level. They're in the back of some ritual books, but in my jurisdiction the average Mason doesn't know the books exist." Rather than finding their own level, the lectures "have sunk without a trace."

"The lectures provide answers to questions the brethren have," he said in conclusion. "They inform us about the degrees. There is little serious education in Britain," but "restoring the lectures would go a long way."

The restaurant itself deserves praise as well. La Petite Auberge is part bistro, part French country chateau, and right there in Murray Hill. The fare is gloriously abundant in calories, fat and flavor. For appetizers, we chose either paté or butternut squash soup. For the entrée, we had either poached salmon with dill sauce or beef bourguignon. Desserts: choice of cherry cheesecake, chocolate mousse or flan. The wait staff was tiny but easily handled all 50 of us without anyone wanting for anything. And they were very understanding as regards the copious flow of wine. In fact, we are thankful for the generosity of the New York Ontario Shrine Association, which donated the evening's wine. (Surely there's a joke in there somewhere.)

La Petite Auberge: http://www.lapetiteaubergeny.com/index.htm

There were several presentations and introductions made. Bro. Granville Angell give the Livingston Library a rare version of the book of his Prestonian Lecture on Masons who received the Victoria Cross, unique because it's a hardcover, bound in maroon cloth, the color of the ribbon of the VC. "It was Bonaparte who said inside every soldier's case is a marshal's baton," Angell said. "Well there is a pen in every Mason's case."

Bro. David Bailey, chairman of the MWPHGL of NY's education committee, addressed the brethren. "We are rapidly approaching our 200th anniversary in 2012," he said. "And we'll be leaning very heavily on the Livingston Library" for historical information.

Bro. Richard Eberle, the first WM of Lux Aeterna Lodge and a past president of the library's board, told the group that the purpose of "Traditional Observance" lodges like his is to return education to the purpose of Masonic lodges.

Trevor Stewart then presented to the Livingston Library three items: a book especially produced by QC2076 containing papers presented to the lodge on the subject of Masonry in colonial America (soon to be available on CD); a French esoteric text; and the famous print of Freemasons' Hall in Sunderland, built in 1784, where Phoenix Lodge meets.

Phoenix Lodge: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_Lodge_No._94

Stewart was the final speaker in the program, defining Masonic research and its urgency in his presentation titled "Widening Our Masonic Inquiries."

He illustrated various levels of research prowess by likening them to the ripples a stone makes in water.

He told the story of an Austrian who settled in the north of England a century ago. He helped found a lodge there. When the First World War broke out, the Provincial Grand Master, a nobleman of some importance, "ordered" that all Masons who were natives of any of the Axis powers should return home. This fact, if properly understood, opens a broad avenue of research. What did this Austrian brother do? How did his lodge react to this edict? What did UGLE do? Is it ever proper for a Mason (and remember, we're obliged to obey the lawful authorities) to try civil disobedience?

Some of these questions are handled the way a journalist covers the Who, What, When and Where. Other questions require primary research, as in visiting this lodge and reading its archives. Still other questions require philosophical ability: the Why. And a good writer can weave an important story out of it all.

Well, Trevor is one of the best in the business, and here's the beginning of the story:

The brother resigned from the lodge and returned to Austria. The lodge accepted his decision "with sadness" and voted to have the minutes reflect the value the brethren placed on this brother's contributions to their meetings.

"Why am I telling you this story during this festive occasion in Manhattan?" Stewart asked. "Because this story raises the fundamental questions of writing and doing Masonic research."

"If you were going to write the history of any lodge, you could have three different ways of approaching it," he added. "You start out asking the First Order Questions. It's a narrative. There is an end. It is an eminently worthwhile way of proceeding, and there are acres and acres of books in the Livingston Library" that take this approach. "Lodge histories quote from minutes and newspapers that are long since lost and they answer questions that are useful."

"But you don't always believe the records written by lodge secretaries, do you? There are issues of legibility, completeness and accuracy. They are products of their own era and subject to their own prejudices. Is the guy really saying what happened?"

Stewart once peered into the history of the Lodge of Dundee in Scotland. Every Dec. 27, St. John's Day, the Master would be installed and the brethren would embark on a procession through town. "There were flourishes, flutes, guys in regalia. They'd go from the pub to the church for a sermon and back, much to the entertainment of the local population who cheered and clapped." On one occasion, the captain of a ship was persuaded to fire a cannon ceremoniously; the shot destroyed the roof of the provost's house, which put an end to the annual celebration for a while.

Stewart dwelled on the facts of the parade route. Researching a street map from that era and reading the secretary's description of the route, he realized it was a circular tour. "In that cold, wet weather, why would they go that way? Why not a direct route? Because they were intent on putting themselves on display. They were showing that they were gentlemen of consequence."

This is exemplary of what he terms the Second Order Questions. "The incidental value" of history, or the Why. "The ripples go wider and wider. There are now more different and problematic questions of contextual matters," Stewart said. "What was going on in other lodges at this time? Were others being ordered back to their native lands? What did Austrian lodges do with British brethren?"

(When I say you could have heard a pin drop during Trevor's entire presentation, believe me there wasn't another voice or sound to be heard but the speaker.)

"This brings us to the Third Order Questions," he said. "These are much more problematic and difficult to solve. They are 'de rigeur' in post graduate research, and they're really interesting, but they are not going to get to the answers. They are philosophic context."

"What if the Austrian brother had said 'No, I'm not going.' What is the relationship between the individual and the state? Is the state always right in requiring things of its citizens? What are the duties of the citizen to the state? What if the state is wrong, and goes against your conscience?"

"There was furious debate in Grand Lodge" over this, he added. Minutes showed the meeting ran from 4 p.m. to 10:10 with "potent arguments." This Provincial Grand Master, it turns out, had lost a son in France and another was still in combat, Stewart explained. But the Grand Lodge ruled against him on the grounds that "the GL could not tell a private lodge who could be members."

"There was no Masonic crime," he added. "Even Benedict Arnold was not expelled (from the fraternity) because he wasn't found guilty of a Masonic crime."

Fast forward to 1920: The Austrian brother "returned to England and the lodge he helped found, and was welcomed in a fraternal fashion. Think of the tension of 'the enemy' walking into a room where nearly everybody had lost a son, a brother, a nephew...."

"This restores my faith in this naughty world," Stewart concluded. "The brethren opened their arms in welcome."

With the evening's program thus ended on that high note, it was time for the discussion panel. But it also was late in the evening, which may explain the small number of questions posed to the group. It had been mentioned earlier that Trevor Stewart and Charles Lawrence had inadvertently realized they were researching the same topic and then decided to write together. Your correspondent, fearing the work was still in progress and that its topic was still secret, timidly asked about the subject.

"It's 'that thing' that unites us," Lawrence said. "In the 1720s, science took us from the dogma of religious belief into rational belief. Masonry brings reason. We want to understand science, but also to have faith." Stewart approached this topic from the philosophic and literary angles, while Lawrence, an engineer by profession, took the scientific side. (If I understood correctly, the paper is published and had been presented to St. John's Lodge in NYC earlier in their visit.)

I hope this account of the evening helps bring a taste of its memorable events to you. Any inaccuracies in the histories and anecdotes reported above are entirely attributable to me. (Like I mentioned, there was a lot of wine.)

C&F,
(A still glowing) Jay Hochberg
New Jersey, USA

Photos of the event at: http://ph.groups.yahoo.com/group/masoniclight/photos/browse/ad5e

Politics and Freemasons

Get that guy up on charges!
There's a dust-up going on over at the Burning Taper – again. It seems that blog owner Widow's Son posted a political endorsement of Dr. Ron Paul's presidential candidacy, which turned into a somewhat bewildering flurry of negative reactions from brother Masons. In the midst of all of the caterwaul, the sentiment seemed to be that such a blatant political statement had no place on a blog site that featured the square and compasses of Freemasonry on its masthead. In fact, any association with politics and the symbols of the fraternity are considered by some of the posters to be un-Masonic.

Masonic rules about politics are usually pretty uniform from one jurisdiction to the next. While a lodge meeting is open, no talking about religion and politics. Once the gavel falls, however, there is generally nothing to hinder the discussion among brothers of the issues of the day, over the festive board, over cards or while cleaning up the kitchen. Grand Lodges have rules, generally, that prevent Masons from using the square and compasses as part of their business or political advertising. But what of a Mason's car that sports a Masonic license plate and a political bumper sticker next to it? Does that imply an official Masonic endorsement of the candidate, or just that Mason's opinion?

Likewise, are Masons supposed to slip off their rings, belt buckles, watches and pins before having a political discussion, lest any non-Mason in the room think he's "speaking for Masonry?"

What about Masonic lodges that are used as polling places? What about lodge buildings that allow politicians to speak from their stages? And what of our Brother George Washington, who had the temerity to appear in public - as president mind you - togged up in all of his Masonic kit at a blatantly political event like the cornerstone ceremony for the Capitol? Was Wbro. Elisha Cullen Dick napping through the ceremony and to be posthumously castigated for not hauling George up on charges? Or are some of our modern brethren just looking for things to fret about when the fraternity faces far greater challenges than this non-issue?

Brother Widow's Son plainly states on his blog site that

This website is the personal site of a Master Mason. It is not affiliated with, sponsored by, or paid for by any particular lodge, grand lodge or other Masonic organization, nor do the opinions expressed on this site reflect the opinions of any Masonic organization.

I doubt anyone believes he's representing the site as anything but his own opinion.

Sorry, but until Brother Widow's Son starts hauling homeless winos to the polls in the Masonic Home bus or buying jello shots for the OES ladies who agree to pull the handle for "the right candidate", I don't think the fraternity is in any danger from him being Ron Paul's Sancho Panza.

And while we're at it, what of this item from the 1904 elections?

Congrats to Mt. Zion No. 266 in Topeka

The blog Aude, Vide, Tace is announcing the formation of a new Traditional Observance lodge in Kansas (the state's second one, I believe). Congratulations to the brethren of Mount Zion Lodge No. 266 in Topeka.

The Traditional Observance and European Concept movements are growing across the US. I am proud to have served twice as the WM of Indiana's first EC lodge, Lodge Vitruvian No. 767. I don't have the delusion of believing that either type is a magical formula that will "save" US Freemasonry (whatever that means). Admittedly, not every Mason wants to have expensive, formal lodges that have dress codes, high dues, a concentration on Masonic scholarship and long, lavish festive boards. But what is an interesting phenomenon is the influence they have on other lodges. Most TO and EC lodges aren't choked with throngs of members (they are small in size, by design). But they are attracting lots of visitors who see many things they like and carry the practices home to their own lodges.

That's where the biggest success of TO and EC lodges will be.

It's Election Night

It's election night at Broad Ripple Lodge tonight.

I hate election nights.

Stephen Dafoe's Nobly Born

I'm way behind on author review on the new manuscript; last week was a mess that kept us away from home three days longer than anticipated; and I'm neglecting much that needs to be done this week.

That said, the last thing I need to be doing is reading a book that is not research on the current project, since Friday is my drop-dead cutoff for revisions. Nevertheless, my new copy of Brother Stephen Dafoe's Nobly Born: An Illustrated History of the Knights Templar arrived while we were gone, and I haven't been able to stay away from it. So, this is no formal review, but a last-minute bid to recommend it for your Christmas list. (I mean, provided that you have already ordered The Templar Code For Dummies first.)

Stephen (publisher of Templar History magazine) has managed to do something fresh in the Templar book universe, and beginners and those thoroughly versed in Templar lore alike will find much to like about this book. Dreamers and "speculators" take note: this is no "Templars found treasure, sailed to Scotland, saved Robert the Bruce, started Freemasonry and hid their loot at Oak Island" waste of time. What it IS is a concise (deceptively thin-looking), historical examination of what is truly known about the Knights Templar, going back to medieval sources. Their formation, rise, organization, battles, failures and fall — all here, presented with Stephen's skill as a reporter, combined with his flair for making complex concepts easy to understand, and frankly, fun to read. A cursory flip through Nobly Born rewards you with an abundance of illustrations, many of them newly created by Stephen, showing battles, preceptories, troop movements, uniforms, hierarchy and more. All packaged in a truly beautiful edition by Lewis Masonic.

The book also features original artwork from Templar author and artist Gordon Napier and Indiana Masonic artist Brother Stephen McKim.

This is truly unlike any other Templar book on the market, and well worth its £19.99 ($33) cover price.

Stephen Dafoe is well-known in the electronic Masonic universe as the founder of the (now closed) forum, TheLodgeRoom.com, as well as being the publisher of Masonic Magazine. He has written for numerous publications, and his 2005 paper, Reading, Writing, and Apathy: The Rise and Fall of Masonic Education, first presented at Lodge Vitruvian No. 767, was published in the 2006 edition of the Scottish Rite Research Society's Heredom. Masonic Templars take note — Stephen's next book, due in 2008, The Compasses and the Cross, will be a history of the Templar Order and the development of Chivalric Masonry.