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a short poem by George H. Free What makes you a Mason, O brother of mine? It isn't the dueguard, nor is it the sign, It isn't the jewel which hangs on your breast, It isn't the apron in which you are dressed, It isn't the step, nor the token, nor grip, Nor lectures that fluently flow from the lip, Nor yet the possession of that mystic word, On five points of fellowship duly conferred. Though these are essential, desirable, fine, They don't make a Mason, O brother of mine. Tha

To Define the Essence Of Freemasonry, And to Understand Its Aim and Purpose, We Need Look No Farther Than The Entered Apprentice Degree by Dan Kemble, PM, William O. Ware Lodge of Research April 21, 2020 Following his installation as Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of Kentucky on October 17, 1957, M. W. Grand Master William O. Ware posed three questions to the Craft assembled: What is Freemasonry? What does Freemasonry mean to me? What do I mean to Freemasonry? All Masons eng

In the beginning, I was but a rough stone just as all brothers and fellows before me, we're all uncut, unrefined, yet full of hidden potential. Through the guiding light of the Craft, we come to see that Masonry is not a pursuit of perfection, but a process of becoming. Each day, each trial, each moment of silence is another stroke of the chisel, another tap of the gavel shaping the Ashlar within the mind, body, and soul of every Mason alike. To square our actions is one thin

A Reflection of an Entered Apprentice Mason. To square our actions is to live in alignment with the unseen laws that govern both nature and spirit. It is to walk with awareness, knowing that every breath, every heartbeat, every molecule within and around us vibrates with divine purpose. All of creation sings a silent hymn, a vibration of order and harmony, and when we align ourselves with that frequency, we become one with the Great Architect’s design. As above, so below. As

In a world that moves faster with every sunrise, the sacred work often hides in plain sight. Between the duties of family, career, and the endless hum of modern life, it can feel as though the stillness we once cherished grows harder to find. Yet the truth remains, our work never ends. It shifts, it adapts, but it never dies. Each day, whether we are aware of it or not, we are shaping something unseen. Every thought, every choice, every act of restraint or compassion adds ano

Brethren, Friends, and Neighbors of Spokane, A very Happy New Year to you all! As the calendar turns and we welcome the promise of a fresh year, there is a distinct hum of excitement in the air at Audubon Park Masonic Lodge #272. Usually, a new year means new resolutions and a fresh trestleboard. But this year is different. This year, we aren’t just stepping into January; we are stepping into history. We are thrilled to announce the kickoff of the celebrations leading up to

Fear shapes much of the information we receive every day. It drives narratives, influences decisions, and often distorts reality. One group frequently targeted by disinformation campaigns is Freemasonry. This post explores how fear fuels disinformation about Freemasonry and other areas of society, the consequences of such misinformation, and how we can better understand and respond to this phenomenon. How Fear Powers Disinformation Fear is a powerful tool. It grabs attention

Bro. R.A. Gilbert INTRODUCTION In English Freemasonry the seal of a certain distinction attaches to the name of Arthur Edward Waite, while it has proved of such appeal in America that an important Grand Lodge has conferred upon him, causa honoris , one of its highest official positions. Among his many publications those on the mystical and symbolical aspects of the Secret Tradition in Christian Times occupy a place apart, being 'things unattempted otherwise in the records of

The Old Hillyard Lodge, located in North Spokane, had a rich history marked by the leadership of its Past Masters. Each of these individuals played a significant role in shaping the lodge's community and traditions.

a poem by Rudyard Kipling -- Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn— But Tubal got him a pointed rod, And scrabbled the earth for corn. Old—old as that early mould, Young as the sprouting grain— Yearly green is the strife between Jubal and Tubal Cain Jubal sang of the new-found sea, And the love that its waves divide— But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree And passed to the further side. Black—black as the hurricane-wr