_W.Bro Oppong Clifford Benjamin_
It's pretty much alright to search for the face of God in a white ceramic cup and a pot of hot Chinese green tea and also in the white pages of the blue booklet.
The other night a Master Mason walked up to me and dragged me against my will to the forecourt of the Temple and said: I've a question for you. His eyes were dead curious and I could taste his breath - fine confusion. Upon his question, I asked for space to collapse and die temporarily. What keeps your interest in the craft? I'm asking you, please. I'm asking your conduct and zeal.
A laughter kicked my cheeks so hard that it burst out. 'I'm serious, please.' 'But who said my laughter isn't serious too?' 'Well, I'm interested in Masonry because I keep seeing the face of God whenever I open my ritual books. The only difference between you and I is probably that I didn't lie to myself, at least I'm true if not to anybody, to myself, that, I am.'
His face started forming all kind of seriousness. Anger had mixed with ugliness. 'Are you mad? What are you talking about?' His words filled my entire being with laughter. I nearly choked myself to the floor. I swear that God was right there. Salvation! Salvation!!
Look here, Mason, I said rather authoritatively, directing a package of his attention and curiosity to my lips and I carefully and deliberately allowed my words to flow from a mountain like a fountain and hit his soul. He was lithic. He was the stones beneath the grace and anguish of a fountain. Suffer! Pleasure! Say truth.
Look here, Mason, I said rather authoritatively, directing a package of his attention and curiosity to my lips and I carefully and deliberately allowed my words to flow from a mountain like a fountain and hit his soul. He was lithic. He was the stones beneath the grace and anguish of a fountain. Suffer! Pleasure! Say truth.
'How long have you been made a Master Mason?'
'Last three years.' (Three years ago)
'Do you have a ritual book?'
'Massa please go on.' (A snobbish way of saying go ahead, please)
When was the last time you read it? When did you perform a role in an opened lodge?
'Massa time no dey oo.' His face was not like it. His forehead read laziness and some other things were clear on his pointed nose like an awkward marriage ceremony.
'Okay, let's get to why I am different from you. Do you know there are other superior degrees in Freemasonry than the Sublime degree?'
'What's the sublime degree?'
I brought my lips together ahead of time to form a long and tiny chuckle.
I brought my lips together ahead of time to form a long and tiny chuckle.
'You don't even know that the sublime degree of a Master Mason is the third degree and its ceremony is called the Raising? Okay, tell me what you know in Masonry? Talk of Masonry; meetings, heavy banquets and more alcohol and fine ladies like a night's sky, is that not what you know?'
His face was a funeral.
'Look here, to me any Mason who has been a Master Mason for more than two years and hasn't made an effort to further his Masonic career is a liar and unfit to continue as a Mason. It is so for me because as at your initiation the WM asked you a question which he trusted you answered with candour: 'Do you likewise pledge yourself that you are prompted to solicit those privileges by a favourable opinion preconceived of the institution, A GENERAL DESIRE OF KNOWLEDGE and a sincere wish to render yourself more extensively serviceable to your fellow creatures?'
To which you answered 'I do'.
To which you answered 'I do'.
And then when you were admitted, you chose to forget that these are sacred promises and words you have said in the lodge room and so any conduct contrary to those words means a repercussion to you indirectly. Most Masons including myself invite curses for ourselves. Taking sacred obligations in the presence of the God and sealing it with kisses of a Sacred book and right after acting contrary to the words of our obligations. May Heaven aid our united endeavours and deliver us from the many things we do wrong, knowingly and unknowingly - curses. Amen!'
He clapped his hands together in prayers after me. This my brother is not even remorseful. I shook my head. I smiled.
'A general desire of knowledge and you get to the third degree and you are tired already. And you don't want to read what has been given to you. And you are still searching your heart curiously for those privileges you were told Freemasonry possesses in the faces of her members, in the kisses of forks and knives, in the makeups of our beautiful ladies. Good luck, my brother.
Let me help you as the brother who would serve you just the truth about everything in flames of fire. I set your heart ablaze and burn you to ashes that you may taste like water- soft and fresh. Start reading the book. Make progress in the science. Ask. Ask. Ask for exaltation into the Royal Arch Masonry. Ask for advancement in the Mark Master Masons lodge. Ask for perfection in the Rosecroix, otherwise known as the Scottish Rite. Ask your WM for duties to perform in your lodge and visit other lodges. Ask for your summons. Ask. Don't just attend Masonry, belong to Masonry. Be married to Masonry, she is a kind woman. She serves you the truth about the face of God, she relieves you of your necessities and soothes your afflictions and she loves you that's why she fucks you so hard.
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🤣🤣🤘🏿Worshipful Master of Excelsior Lodge No. 7670 EC.
I'm respectful inviting Brethren to Excelsior Lodge meeting on this Saturday, 16th Sept 2017 at Fante Newtown Masonic Temple in Kumasi. Tyling time is 5:30pm prompt. IGYW Brethren
