Across The River Styx (and the Rites (or wrongs) of Freemasonry)
The Sun is exalted in Aries and it was in the Age of Aries (2332 B.B-166 B.C) that the Solar worshipping religion of Isis, Osiris, and Horus developed into the great passion play of Egyptian and Babylonian culture. Long since past was the primitive notion that the Earth magically gave forth her bounty or that the Earth Goddess personified in woman magically too became voluptuous with new life. Clearly without the seed there would be no fertilization.
Moreover as tribes ceased to wander in search of the herds and became tillers of the Earth, it was the cycles of nature, most notably the diurnal movement of the Sun which was front and center in their existence and therefore in their mythology.
The Sun is the one fixed point around which the whole “Solar” System revolves. When it shines its beauty everyone is lifted up. Even through a tiny crack in a dark prison wall life is better when the Sun shines. The Sun truly shines its light on all. And when it appears to die at night and in the winter life becomes bleak, uncertain, even depressing. Interestingly enough, at the Winter Solstice, on Dec 22, the Sun reaches its lowest point and is “dead”. At that position it stands still, entombed as it were, for 3 days before it “rises from the dead” on the 25th of December. It is, of course, no coincidence that in the next millennium the date of December 25th would be backfilled and chosen to commemorate the birth of the new solar deity, who would embody all the religions before him, without the slightest gratitude.
It was in the Age of Aries that the obsession with birth and death and resurrection, embodied in the play of the trinity and the rising of the god Osiris (Ra) at the time of the Solstice, came to the forefront of human consciousness. Elaborate mummification rituals characterize the spirits of Ancient Egypt as does the Book of the Dead,the guide to the recently deceased soul through the maze of the underworld, where only the most worthy would endure and become immortal like the gods. The rest would get back in line and come back to the toil and tears and try again.
The theory of the transmigration of souls would then dictate that you brought into the next lifetime the character you had developed in the last. If you were a jerkoff well next lifetime was going to be full of trials. If you were Mother Theresa, well you would likely have an easier time of it and so on. But regardless, it was not your material circumstances that mattered. It was your ability to prepare for the next journey across the River Styx. And this was accomplished by preparing as a candidate, or Neophyte, or Entered Apprentice, in the Mysteries of Babylon.
Your worthiness to enter these mysteries was determined by a “peculiar system of morals” codified in the Tablets of Hammurabi (and the Confessions to Maat), heavenly sent by the Sun God himself and burned into tablets that look a whole lot like what Moses supposedly received a thousand or so years later. The major difference is that there is historical proof of the existence of Hammurabi, whereas the historical Moses left little more than footprints.
In the Mystery Schools, preserved today in the Rites of Freemasonry though completely hidden in the plainest of sight from at least 90% of all modern Mason’s, are not only the keys to life eternal through the process of being “raised” in the Blue Lodge, but also, in the affiliate degrees of the Royal Arch hide the location of the treasures of the Templars, again in plain view once you excavate the complex symbolism. And the Blue Lodge Degrees are straight out of the Book of the Dead. As are the Initiations of all the Mystery Schools, Esoteric Christianity included.
And it was here, in the Age of Aries, the first sign of the zodiac beginning on the Equinox of Spring, that the mysteries of the birth, death and rebirth as embodied by the Sun (exalted as it is in Aries) first came to fruition. The Sun in fact was raised to the level of God himself. The one and only God in fact, by Akhnanton, the Father of Monotheism, who put the solar disk (Aton) on the Egyptian throne and sought to criminalize all strange gods. He didn’t last long but he too is immortalized in the work of certain mystery schools, most notably the Rosicrucian Order.
Aries is ruled by Mars whose symbol is the Pentagon and so it is no surprise that the Art of War came into great prominence in these days as well. It is also likely no coincidence that the higher members (and all the lower members that want to be higher members) of the current day Pentagon are members of the Mystery Schools of Freemasonry.
This could clearly take us down an incredibly different path such as how a religion which taught the eternal nature of the soul and required honor and fidelity, uprightness and promises made promises kept as essential character traits to gain admission, can at the same time be an organization in which the ability to straight faced lie “always guard our secrets” to virtually everyone, including your so-called brothers if they have not attained a certain degree, and to stonewall the search for the truth in everything from the Kennedy Assassination (conducted in the Masonic Dealey Plaza and commemorated by Masonic statues) to the atrocities of 9-11 and God only knows what else. We will leave that for another time as I am no stranger to the Higher Mysteries nor the petty intrigue. And I suppose like all religions it was ordained by God (or visionaries on Sacred Mushrooms) and perverted by man. The search for the Truth is all but dead in the quest for pseudo political power and the preservation of the Lodge, which bears very little resemblance to its true stated mission, Much like the U.S. or Soviet Russia or even Rock&Roll.
“Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise. Beating down the multitudes and scoffing at the wise.”
To expand, Mars, while very often a belligerent drunk who lacks any sense of class with his in your face aggression, is also a pretty straight shooter. It is his higher octave Pluto who is the double dealing corrupt politician, mafioso, decorated cop who deals in drugs and pimping, or secretive cabal of neo-cons hell bent on world domination and on a collision course with simple reality. And the Freemasons have pretty much embraced this Dark Lord, even going so far as advertising human microchips (Mark of the Beast anyone? Free ring and lambskin apron to anyone who takes the offer) on at least one of their websites.
Is that really where they started? Yes and no. For they had their origins in the Age of Aries in the Mystery Schools of Osiris. The Age of Aries was also a good time for weapons makers. The priest class recognized the value of carbonized iron in the subjugation of the masses. Hey building the pyramids ain’t no easy task and there were not a lot of volunteers. I guess its only natural that a secret society that holds the key to eternal life as well as “da bomb” is likely to see itself and its members as superior individuals while all outside their hallowed halls were “profane.” After all it wasn’t everyone that could receive initiation, just the Pharaohs and the artisans and the tomb makers and the priests. And maybe the guy who could brew beer and that funny guy who drove around in a tiny car with a Fez on. Heart O’Gold that brother but watch out when he gets a few nips under his belt. LOL
And you know what, they could keep each other’s secret. At first they could justify it as good for the Egypt. What the common folks or the “profane” didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. We the wise soothsayers and magicians have your back. And the profane were happy to go about their business saying “O wise soothsayers you are cool. Babylon is the best country ever. We’ll just watch TV and leave it all to you. You’ve got my vote buddy!”
And of course it isn’t long till the soothsayers are saying “Hey what’s the harm if we take a little for ourselves. After all Babylon the Great would be in sad shape without us. We’ll spread it around a little, kick back a tribute upstairs to Paulie, and no one will be any the wiser.”
And of course it isn’t long till they’re saying “Fuck the ignorant masses! We’ll take it all. And Paulie knows a guy, one phone call and our problems solved. And he’s one of us. Bound to our oaths. We can trust him. In fact we’ve got a whole section of psychopaths and you put an apron on them and you can’t tell ‘em from the real cops.”
Then of course you open up The Mysteries to the public. Give ‘em a handshake, tell ‘em what you want them to know and send him to the corner with a cup in his hand to collect for needy children. Give him ribbons and sashes and honorary degrees and create a whole facade of useful idiots (dues paying useful idiots) that represent the kind face to the world while we sit at the top and orchestrate a military industrialist complex, and worldwide drug running.
Let me pause for a moment to state what I hope would be obvious. I don’t hate all Mason’s nor am I saying that all people who join the fraternity are idiots or corrupt politicians. There are good people of integrity who join what they believe to be an upstanding charitable organization dedicated to making good men better. And in their hands this is precisely what Freemasonry is. Others join because they recognize occult symbolism and the Mysteries in the secret rituals that you can find published in dozens of sources, which they are then bound by terrible oaths to keep secret. It reminds me of Crowley who said of the Golden Dawn “they bound me to secrecy with terrible oaths and then entrusted to my safe keeping the Hebrew Alphabet.” He didn’t go on to add that in the hands of a great magician this is all that is needed.
Others join for a myriad of reasons, not the least of which is to further one’s career, which very often is of a political, military, law enforcement type nature. They are gladly welcomed because who better to enhance the status of the Lodge and/or keep the secrets of a wrong doer, say someone who is dispensing Masonic justice, like say William Morgan, Mozart or Jack the Ripper than a Mason Brother who happens to be the Chief of Police (being a Mason certainly helped him into that position. Just ask the Mayor who is his Lodge Brother). A few judges help too.
Well maybe we can wink at this little deal with the Devil but then it permeates every level of society right up to the no-bid contracts to Haliburton to rebuild a nation we destroyed in an illegal war with the help of the Mainstream Media, the heads of whom are all Skull and Bones and Masons etc. So to the extent that you as a Mason are there to help the widows and orphans God (or GAOTU) bless you. To the extent that you’re out to pad your Real Estate business, well who can blame you. And to the extent that you lie and cheat and steal and kill on behalf of the War Machine’s Club Rotary, may you experience all that you have coming all at once and may it tear the smirk off your snarky fucking face. And So Mote It Be!
Fast forward a few thousand years and Babylon the Great is about to fall again. Perhaps to be replaced by the same shit from different assholes. Or perhaps this time it will be different. We’ll have to wait until the Age of Aquarius to find out.
For now we note (and what a note it is) that in this same time (about 2000 B.C.) a psychotic (or shall we say a visionary to whom the God of the Universe revealed himself for the first time) wanderer came forth “from Ur of the Chaldean’s” (Babylon according to Baba Lon 🙂 bringing his whole tribe along for the adventure. In obedience to his God he set about to slay his only son. I wonder how this would hold up in court today. Would an insanity defense be applicable? Just asking.
Anyway, Jehovah, as Jove or Jupiter is prone to do, waits until the last second and stops Abraham’s hand, presenting instead a Ram. And so the Age of Aries is instituted. No more male consort, no more understudy young male virgin (drats!) no more sacred cows. The Age of Aries brings us the sacrificial lamb. As Baba Lon Milo DuQuette writes, “the sacrificial symbol for the previous age was the bull (animal nature harnessed but not tamed), now the sacrificial victim was the ram/sheep, the symbol of the animal nature suppressed, subjugated, and exploited for human sustenance, comfort and commerce.”
It is most interesting, to me at least, that the culture of monotheism is springing up centered around the Sun as the nurturer, creator, and that which holds us in our orbit. The one who makes the plants grow and brings light and blessings. The one and only RA from the womb of Isis (after being her husband but that’s another story). Take ISis (or isIS) and RA and add EL just like you do at the end of the names of all the merciful angels (IV for the vengeful ones) and you have IS-RA-EL. Coincidence?
Any good Mason will answer in a fat fucking self aggrandizing tone “there is not a single solitary shred of reasonable scientific evidence blah blah blah…” Anyone with real eyes to see, However, may wish to take a second look.
So in other words, at the same time as Akhnoton is putting the one true source of light and life and comfort and warmth (not to mention fire and brimstone) on the throne (historical fact) the patriarch Abraham is bringing to light his one and true monotheistic God before which all former gods should wail and gnash their teeth. Only with Abraham there is not one single solitary shred of credible evidence that he ever existed. But that fact is of little concern to his chosen people.
Myth, allegory or unholy hoax matters little as what he represents is nothing short of a great transition in human consciousness. The fact that these two religions arise side by side in the very same land, and that the religion of Abraham will ultimately reach its climax through the birth of a child from the lineage of David to usher in the Age of Pisces and the martyrdom of the carnal man on the altar of the divine is far from coincidental. In fact it may very well be that the story of the Bible (the Greatest Story Ever Sold) is in fact the exoteric version of the Esoteric Mysteries.
That is the profane have neither the will nor the wit to grasp the true inner workings of the Universe. So we give them a watered down myth that says “Don’t Steal, Kill, Fuck your neighbors wife etc but above all worship Me and my representatives here on Earth (Get in line soldier! Obey your Master, slave! Get a job you lazy hippie!) and you’ll be rewarded in heaven.”
The esoteric version is what we find in the Mystery Schools that will basically tell you “we are licks of flame on a single fire. As Above So Below. And that pure meditation (or some really good acid) brings an awakening of the pineal gland by which “all of life is unified where I am you and what I see is me,” and other kick ass trippy revelations that basically tells you that eternity is here and now so if you wanna go to heaven smile and invoke a constant state of gratitude.
If you wanna go to hell just keep on going to that same fucking job day after day where they don’t appreciate you and every night is consumed with drinking away the fear that you’re about to be fired. And God forbid that happen because how would you live even though its literally killing you, mind, body and soul, to get up every day and face that same bullshit. Not to mention the money you’re making don’t cover the bills.
Let me stop again to state that I am not telling everyone to quit their jobs. Perhaps this does not describe you in the least. Perhaps you have a career that allows you great autonomy and creative freedom in which you couldn’t possibly be happier. God bless you, you’re one of the lucky ones. Perhaps your job is one in which some days suck others are great and most you just muddle through. Ya know, that’s the real world, be grateful. I mean I’m starting to speculate here and that’s not the point.
The point is that heaven and hell are not some place you go after you die. I mean that eternity does not start the day you die man, its here and now. In fact if you truly live forever, here and now is all you’re ever gonna really know. “The Kingdom of Heaven is within,” says JC and he should know. And so should you and I.
So if eternity is here and now and here and now is eternity then I guess if we have a lot of heavenly “nows” well we’re pretty much in Heaven. And the Bible says that in Heaven the angels sit around all day singing: “Holy Holy Holy, Great God Almighty,” probably to a good reggae beat. Now the foreman at the mill where you shovel coal into the furnaces of hell will call you “unproductive.” He’ll say get a job and shovel coal. And do it faster. And no unions. And you’re docked every time you fart. And lunch has to be eaten at your work station. And no personal calls. And no jokes. And don’t disagree with his right wing politics. In fact don’t think other than what we tell you to think.
And maybe you need that in your life because of whatever karmic trip you’re on. And maybe to some people this sounds like hell and they’d rather hop a freight train with an old guitar and see where the road takes them. And if they end up in jail, well it still beats working for a living LOL.
The Buddha was born a prince in a a palatial estate wherein he could have everything he desired simply for the asking. The parallel to Adam and Eve should be apparent, but instead of eating from the Tree of Knowledge (the word “apple” is never used in the Book of Genesis, not once) his “sin” or fall from innocence came in going outside of the castle walls. He left his comfy home in Hinsdale and went on the road. There he experienced old age, poverty,death disease heartache and all of the aspects of life that he was not aware of growing up in such opulence.
Returning to Hinsdale everyone seemed so fucking smug and so truly uncool. The veils had been rent and he could no longer sit so peacefully in his castle, his intellectual ivory tower if you will, as he somehow had a conscience. And so he cast off his royal garb and stepped his soft pedicured feet out into the real world to learn the way to heal the pain, take away the sins. Long story (like a million incarnations long) short, he came to awareness under a boddhisatva tree (named after him 🙂 and announced that all of life is suffering (a vale of tears) and that attachment to form, titles, people, places, things, momentary triumphs on the fickle wheel of fortune created and perpetuated suffering.
He, Buddha, born a prince became a beggar. One evening he sat outside the castle walls with his beggar bowl and a sign saying “Will enlighten for food.” A soldier of some rank stepped to him and said “Foolish old man, if you would serve the king you could feast every night.” Buddha replied “Dear Sir, if you would eat a simple meal of beans and rice you would not need to serve the king.”
Also, as an Acupuncturist, by all objective measures, I have a very gentle and effective needling style. Admittedly, the same cannot always be said for my so-called “wit,” which I, none-the-less find quite entertaining. Even with my gentle and conscious needle technique, there is is still the occasional time when the patient feels the needle go in, and may experience varying degrees of discomfort. Many things could be at work here, even quite possibly that I was less than sensitive at that moment or even missed the mark some and instead of being dead center in the point, hit instead some tiny collateral nerve which brings an unpleasant sensation. There is another possibility as well. Perhaps we’re dead center in a really sensitive (active) point. Perhaps, unpleasant as this may be, it is EXACTLY where we need to focus. Breathe. Relax. Let go of your defenses. I promise this will do no harm. See it stopped hurting already.
In the case of Acupuncture the needles do all the work now. You just relax and go into that endorphin zone and your pineal gland releases DMT. Where words and philosophy is concerned its not that easy. But very often the stuff that gets our back up the most is exactly what we need to explore. Sometimes, no doubt, the delivery of the messenger makes us resistant to the message. Especially when he seems to be saying “You’re all a bunch of fucking slaves.” But forgive him for a second his lack of diplomacy and listen to the heart of the message.
If you’re happy where you are no need to change it. If not, at the very least you should have a Plan B, and probably Plan C as well. An old Italian proverb says “a mouse with only one hole dies a quick death.” Others say “plan for the worst and pray for the best.” Still others say “ Noah it’s really starting to come down out there. Can you move a little faster?” All I can say is thank God Noah didn’t reply, “sorry kids I’m working late for Mammon”
As long as I’m preaching let’s go to the Bible and define heaven. God created At-Ha-Adam to till the soil. That was in the Garden of Eden. Wanna get back to the garden? Try Permaculture. Hurry because the “devils” (the Masons in the Pentagon and the boardroom) are trying to make it illegal at the same time they’re destroying all the soil.
And so, at the risk of getting ahead of ourselves, the myth is played out at every level. We’re moving into a New Age and we’re going to unify as a planet with the highest good for all concerned as the one and only objective in all our decisions and actions. Like it or not Monsanto, that is what is going to happen. We can do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way. But the easy way, in all reality might be to just wash the slate clean and leave the few still left after the Deluge to put it back together again, vowing never to repeat the same mistakes. For the current system and all of its institutions are rotten to the core. And they will be destroyed by cataclysm of every type until all the lies are exposed and the people won’t take this bullshit anymore. And its happening. And THEY are scared. So are WE the people. And not without good reason.
For Mother Earth and Father Sky are giving birth to a whole new age. And the broken vessels of yesterday are going down, most likely in flames. Because there is a whole new level of vibration happening. And when Ella Fitzgerald hits that note that vibrates at that beautiful frequency, the crystal wine glass just can’t handle it’s intensity and it shatters. From the perspective of the Universe, the Age of Pisces is a shattered vessel, like the Qabbalistic “world of shells.”
There is probably no place to hide. And its probably useless to try to pick off a few of the agents of fear and repression before we fall, though I am not immune to the temptation. The key, more than likely, is to really become the essence of who you truly are: The Divine. It ain’t some thing outside of you. That’s just the bullshit you’ve been sold. And it ain’t your little ego either. That’s just some perverse and juvenile form of satanism or some complete misunderstanding of Crowley.
Do as Thou (with a capital T) Wilt. Sacrifice your True Will (not your drunken ramblings) on the altar of the Divine and live out the greatest words ever spoken, by a merciful Light Bearer who became the sacrifice of the Age now passing, an Avatar who came not to show you what he could do, but to show you what YOU can do, in his time of greatest agony and fear expressing the infinite power of self sacrifice, the dissolution of form into the true alchemical gold of living spirit. Thy Will Be Done!
Take courage. Follow your heart even if it means singing in the lions den. For greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world. And worlds shall and do pass away but pure energy can never be destroyed. All matter breaks down, eventually, into Light. The most enlightened among us will just get there a little faster. And the more people that wake up to this true liberation the better this ride becomes.