Our friends--the Masons

When I was young my mother told me about the Freemasons.  She explained about the secret handshakes and the power they had in the community.  I thought she was nuts.  My mother told me about my father's ties to Freemasonary.  I remember her saying my father would never spend a night in jail because he knew the "right" people.  I thought, "This is just the ramblings of a recently divorced mother only fabricating stories about her ex-husband."  There is one thing I did understand and that's the "good ole-boy" culture of the South so I thought there might be something to what she said.  Later, I got to see it with my own eyes that indeed my mother was correct.  My father was arrested numerous times and he never spent a night in jail.  No matter how drunk he was he was immediately released.  On several occasions my father mentioned to me that he had ties to the "right people."  He talked about whenever he was in need there was a fellow mason to help get him out of trouble.

I did not spend much time with my father.  In fact, we bumped shoulders in a Wal Mart when I was 17 and he didn't even recognize me!  He walked away and I was short of breath with a lump in my throat after seeing my own father did not recognize me.  But that's beside the point. 

However, shortly before my father's death I made contact with him.  He said, "Paul, you should join us (Masons).  If you ever need assistance then someone will help you."  I looked at him with a slight grimace on my face and nodded (No).  To me it is morally and ethically wrong to get ahead in such a fashion.  I wanted to make it on my own and not in that fashion.  I hated that aspect of the southern culture and that's why I don't live there to this day.

My hometown was a very small town in Mississippi called Louisville.  When I looked at the leadership of that city I recognized they were all Masons.  To this day I'm convinced they held back that town by preventing economic progress.  I don't believe they intentionally kept the town poor.  It was their beliefs and corrupt ties that held that region down.

I remember the good ole days in Louisville when unemployment was 23% or higher.  God knows what it is now!  It is a dying place.  This town which was once alive is now filled with homes where only widows live.  All the young people had to leave or else struggle for the rest of their lives. 

The South is different culturally other parts of the states.  You might have heard about the "good ole buddy" system.  That's the first thing you'll learn when you go to the South.  You'll soon realize (if you have half a brain) that it's not what you know, it's who you know.  Basically, it's understood that if you do a favor then you are entitled a favor in return.  We say "You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."  There's nothing wrong with this and there are many good things about this.  However, this thinking has become so intervwoven in our culture that it is prevelant in all aspects of our lives.  To understand us, you must understand this.  But to fully understand us you must know our religion which is Southern Bapitist.  The church has trememdous control and influence over our society--not through force but through the believe system they teach.  We view the world through this belief.  Next, you must understand the clannish nature of the people.  Most of the Southern people are of Scot-Irish descent--that's where most of the southern accent came from.  Much like our Celtic ancestors, we are linked by very close net group of friends and relatives and church goers.  Also, like our Celtic ancestors we show great honor and respect to the warriors (military).  We like a good fight that's for sure.  Look, we almost won the Civil War against impossible odds.  In fact the majority of our nation's army consists of Southerners.  To some joining the military is a patriotic duty and to others it's a grim economic necessity.  We are accused of ancestor worship although that is changing. In addition, much like parts of Asia, we are a culture of honor and respect. We also respect the older people. Sorry, for the digress as I try to "paint the picture" of our culture.  The good old buddy system operates much like the mafia.  Anybody from another part of the country would not even understand what they are up against.  They might eventually let you in but it would take decades to enter.  Next, the society is run by Masons and the church.  I chose not to return home.  It would take decades for me to be accepted in the community.  I don't want to be alone and an outsider in my own culture.

My father died in 1987.  I went back home for the funeral wearing service dress because I didn't own a suit.  When my father's casket was being lowered in the ground, I saw several masons talking in what seemed like another language.  It was strange.  I swear I heard the name of some ancient Gods, but I can't say for sure since the language was foreign to any I ever heard.  Strange, isn't it.  I wouldn't believe it either, but I heard it with my own ears.

I remember a friend in the military who was a mason.  He was new to the military and had little rank.  When a high-ranking Sergeant Major saw my friend was a mason, he told my friend, "Forget the chain of command.  If you ever need anything then come directly to me."

Years ago William Cooper (conspiracy radio announcer), spoke about the masons.  He said, "In the history of our country never has a mason been given the death penalty."  He also said something similar to this, "You are lost if you go to court against a mason.  You don't stand a chance."  I couldn't disagree after seeing my father.

I know little about this group.  My father explained to me about the two rites:  York Rite and Scottish Rite.  My father was a member of the Scottish Rite.  If I remember correctly it consisted on 33 degrees.  Now to really understand the masons you have to understand their symbology.  I know the 33 degrees each represent a year in Christ's life.  They believed that once receiving the 33rd degree that you become "Illuminated".  That is you are the master and the rest of the world should serve you--a certain kind of enlightenment.  In other words, you are the herd master and the regular people are like sheep or what I like to call Sheeple (Sheep plus people).

I know there are read into the "secrets" after each degree and the lower-level masons like my father who was 12th or 13th degree when he died are good men who think they are in an organization that does great good.  However, they don't realize what's going on until they reach the later levels.  At the bottom it all looks good.  They help burned children and do other good works.  However, at the 33rd degree the real god they worship is revealed.  His name is Basphonet--a goat-headed god.  That's really about all I know about the group.

There's one more thing.  It's obvious this secretive group played a vital role in the assassination and cover up in John F. Kennedy's death.   I won't bore you with the few details I know.  If you want more info, I highly suggest you go to this link:  http://www.freemasonrywatch.org/LATimes.html

That's all for now.  Remember it all starts with a handshake!

Take care

Paul