Monday, August 11, 2008

The Towers

The stage is set. And the heads of the corpulent aristocracy are soon to roll. Somewhere down below the palace walls, below the guilded parapets and the pampered, preening monarchs gather the throng of the furious peasant mob.

High in their towers, the monarchs cower. Where once they laughed at these impotent serfs, they now hide in terror from them. The army of the oppressed stand together at the outer gates led by a peculiar spirit of destiny and a righteous sense of freedom. Their time has come.

The wait has been a long one. Each and every day, the sun has risen and set on the peasant's labors and miseries. Months and years of enslavement to the elite has sapped their will and strength. But all souls regard their own lives. Anger replaces the empty pains of hunger.

Too long have the downtrodden borne the loads of their masters. The yolk has grown weighty with their children's cries, heavy with desires to share the comforts of the rich and burdensome with an endless repetition of hard work without due reward.

Where indeed is this place of such a melancholy scene? Is this Paris before the French Revolution? It is. Is this the Bolshevik tide at the Czar's palace? It is.

And is this the future of the free world as corporations, so like the elite in their towers, gather to exploit the sleeping consumer culture? It could be.

Today, the kings and monarchs reign as CEOs, lobbiests, special interests, financial syndicates and political oligarchies. For decades, Wal-Mart, the giant of retail commerce, has driven small, local business to extinction. This trend of supercorporations has smashed the 'little guy' and swept him up to labor under the standard of the corporation. The entrepreneur struggles to compete and finds himself wearing a nametag and working for his competitor.

Oil companies drown themselves in wealth year after year taking in vast billions in earnings. They excuse themselves in the tides of war and rely on the apathy of the masses to do nothing other than to obey and consume. Huge oil reserves sit untapped. And advancements and energy alternatives are sidelined in favor of the bottom dollar.

Banks foreclose on houses that they risked their greed upon as low income families clamored to them in need daring to roll the dice on high interest in order to find shelter in the storm. Businesses close. Icons like Anheiser Busch are gobbled up by even bigger corporate fish.

What are the promises of politicians worth if people don't know their own minds? The people are complacent. And, in many cases, the few who act otherwise prove to be as soulless and greed driven as the mindless corporate devourers.

The masses swallow their cultural opiates, fed to them nightly on the television, in movies, and through the corporate media. Britney Spears sees more airtime than the War on Terror. If Paris were burning...people would look at once to Hollywood.

Who is manning the drive-thru? Pray they aren't working for NORAD next week. Their hands are at their work but their minds are miles away. Religion has failed to stand up to its own ideals. Science has confused as much as it has enlightened. And people have lost their innate divine perspective. They are left with only empty ego...and a quiet desperation for more.

Make no mistake my Brothers. All states of being are brought about through specific conditions. When the undergrowth of the forest is dry...even the treetops will burn.

I fear that our innate humanity is all too easily forgotten. Cell phones and computers have become our idols. Machanical things and empty contrivances have replaced the forest gods, Divine Light, and the spirit of nature in man. Mothers feed their babies from a plastic bottle. Young women starve themselves to match an unattainable ideal. And fathers fight to find their place and their role as a modern provider.

We humans are indeed weak and the steels of industry are certainly stronger. Are we the masters now or are we but the servants of our governments, our institutions, our developed belief systems and our inventiveness?

Thoreau and Emerson. Their noble and enlightened visions fade amidst the consumer tide.

Awaken young man! Do you see the beauty of the world...the real world? Do you not see the beauty of life, living things and being itself? Stop chasing your vanities. Slip the bars of enculturation and release the awesome power of your own individual life.

I am Da Vinci! I am Mozart. I am Armstrong stepping onto the shores of eternity. I am!

You cannot brainwash me! You cannot box me in or make me forget that I am a natural thing. I am not a sound bite. I can live without your latest trends. And I don't need 15 minutes of Warholian fame because I will matter; I will make a difference; I will pursue a noble and relevant life ... for a lifetime.

The palace walls are made of stone. But I bear nature's beating heart. I am watching you in the towers.


2 BOWL CAIN said...

Their Towers are built on the Arches of the Dubgeons used for free thinkers

Fred Herman Anderson said...

As I said on my blog, small wonder that freemasons have been suppressed historically by those in power. I'm glad I've decided to petition for the Degrees. I think I've been an "inner Mason" for quite a while.

Freestyle said...

We'll be so excited to have a freethinker like yourself among us Mr. Anderson. You obviously have the Light within. It's time for you to travel to the East.

Good travels!

2 BOWL CAIN said...

The modern Masonic order can be traced back to a period in European history famous for its intrigue both political and sociological. Between the years 1600 and 1800, mysterious agents moved across the face of the Continent. The forerunner of modern thought was beginning to make its appearance and all Europe was passing through the throes of internal dissension and reconstruction. Democracy was in its infancy, yet its potential power was already being felt. Thrones were beginning to totter. The aristocracy of Europe was like the old man on Sinbad's back: it was becoming more unbearable with every passing day. Although upon the surface national governments were seemingly able to cope with the situation, there was a definite undercurrent of impending change; and out of the masses, long patient under the yoke of oppression, were rising up the champions of religious, philosophic, and political liberty. These led the factions of the dissatisfied: people with legitimate grievances against the intolerance of the church and the oppression of the crown. Out of this struggle for expression materialized certain definite ideals, the same which have now come to be considered peculiarly Masonic.

The divine prerogatives of humanity were being crushed out by the three great powers of ignorance, superstition, and fear—ignorance, the power of the mob; fear, the power of the despot; and superstition, the power of the church. Between the thinker and personal liberty loomed the three "ruffians" or personifications of impediment-the torch, the crown, and the tiara. Brute force, kingly power, and ecclesiastical persuasion became the agents of a great oppression, the motive of a deep unrest, the deterrent to all progress. It was unlawful to think, well-nigh fatal to philosophize, rank heresy to doubt. To question the infallibility of the existing order was to invite the persecution of the church and the state. These together incited the populace, which thereupon played the r6le of executioner for these arch-enemies of human liberty. Thus the ideal of democracy assumed a definite form during these stormy periods of European history. This democracy was not only a vision but a retrospection, not only a looking forward but a gazing backward upon better days and the effort to project those better days into the unborn tomorrow. The ethical, political, and philosophical institutions of antiquity with their constructive effect upon the whole structure of the state were noble examples of possible conditions. It became the dream of the oppressed, consequently, to re-establish a golden age upon the earth, an age where the thinker could think in safety and the dreamer dream in peace; when the wise should lead and the simple follow, yet all dwell together in fraternity and industry. [pp 405-406]

During this period several books were in circulation which, to a certain degree, registered the pulse of the time. One of these documents—More's Utopia—was the picture of a new age when heavenly conditions should prevail upon the earth. This ideal of establishing good in the world savored of blasphemy, however, for in that day heaven alone it was assumed could be good. Men did not seek to establish heavenly conditions upon earth, but rather earthly conditions in heaven. According to popular concept, the more the individual suffered the torments of the damned upon earth, the more he would enjoy the blessedness of heaven. Life was a period of chastisement and earthly happiness an unattainable mirage. More's Utopia thus came as a definite blow to autocratic pretensions and attitudes, giving impulse to the material emphasis which was to follow in succeeding centuries.

Another prominent figure of this period was Sir Walter Raleigh, who paid with his life for high treason against the crown. Raleigh was tried and, though the charge was never proved, was executed. Before Raleigh went to trial, it was known that he must die and that no defense could save him. His treason against the crown was of a character very different, however, from that which history records. Raleigh was a member of a secret society or body of men who were already moving irresistibly forward under the banner of democracy, and for that affiliation he died a felon's death. The actual reason for Raleigh's death sentence was his refusal to reveal the identity either of that great political organization of which he was a member or his confreres who were fighting the dogma of faith and the divine right of kings. On the title page of the first edition of Raleigh's History of the World, we accordingly find a mass of intricate emblems framed between two great columns. When the executioner sealed his lips forever, Raleigh's silence, while it added to the discomfiture of his persecutors, assured the safety of his colleagues. [pp 406-407]

One of the truly great minds of that secret fraternity—in fact, the moving spirit of the whole enterprise-was Sir Francis Bacon, whose prophecy of the coming age forms the theme of his New Atlantis and whose vision of the reformation of knowledge finds expression in the Novum Organum Scientiarum, the new organ of science or thought. In the engraving at the beginning of the latter volume may be seen the little ship of progressivism sailing out between the Pillars of Galen and Avicenna, venturing forth beyond the imaginary pillars of church and state upon the unknown sea of human liberty. It is significant that Bacon was appointed by the British Crown to protect its interests in the new American Colonies beyond the sea. We find him writing of this new land, dreaming of the day when a new world and a new government of the philosophic elect should be established there, and scheming to consummate that end when the time should be ripe. Upon the title page of the 1640 edition of Bacon's Advancement of Learning is a Latin motto to the effect that he was the third great mind since Plato. Bacon was a member of the same group to which Sir Walter Raleigh belonged, but Bacon's position as Lord High Chancellor protected him from Raleigh's fate. Every effort was made, however, to humiliate and discredit him. At last, in the sixty-sixth year of his life, having completed the work which held him in England, Bacon feigned death and passed over into Germany, there to guide the destinies of his philosophic and political fraternity for nearly twenty-five years before his actual demise.


Freestyle said...

Thanks so much for the info 2 Bowl.
In those days, the free spirit of 'Rosicrucianism' was afoot. This was not necessarily a well defined 'order' per se. But it was a kind of movement of enlightened thinkers of the time. Many of whom, of course, were damned for their courage to think for themselves.

2 BOWL CAIN said...

Amen Brother!
Never forget!
Never surrender!

2 BOWL CAIN said...

By signing the Declaration, all were guilty of high treason under British law. The penalty for high treason was to be hanged by the neck until unconscious, then cut down and revived, then disemboweled and cut into quarters. The head and quarters were at the disposal of the crown.

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