This is on the Level

July 20th, 2018

Give Masonry its Proper Place

My dad’s recovery continues. He fell this week, and he came back from the hospital day before yesterday. I finally got what I consider to be a good night’s sleep last night.

I have been working on his master suite, throwing out crap he has held onto. This is a problem that never stops. He hoarded crap in Miami, and he hoards it now. Wet naps from restaurants. Napkins from restaurants. Receipts from restaurants. Empty water bottles. Toothpicks. You name it.

While I was tossing junk, I came across something disturbing: materials from the Masonic lodge he joined in 1961. A book and a couple of cards.

My dad was never much of a Mason. He probably never gave them a dime or set foot in a lodge after he left Kentucky. Still, I wish he had never joined. Freemasonry is a cult that competes with Christianity, and its ability to draw applicants is based on the belief that it’s okay to cheat non-Masons out of economic opportunities. Reminds me of Islam, which got its start as (and remains) a protection racket. Like a fraternity, the Mason organization is affirmative action for mediocre white men.

I took a quick look at the book. I wondered if I should keep it and learn about Masonry. While I was reading, I saw a laughable passage saying you have to swear you’re not joining for economic advantage. Ridiculous. That’s the only reason for joining. Masons give each other work and blackball everyone else. Look it up. You can be more honest, more skilled, faster, and cheaper and lose work to a Mason, and you will never be told why.

I wonder what happens when a grown frat boy (oxymoron?) Mason has to choose between giving work to a frat brother or another Mason. It must be hard, deciding whom to cheat.

Masons are cowards when it comes to business. They have enough courage to deprive competent people of work they deserve, but they don’t have the guts to admit it. Maybe that’s the worst thing about Masonry (and fraternities): the cowardice. Secret signs. Secret handshakes. Secret sweetheart deals for hacks who do inferior work. Masonry supposedly teaches people how to be morally superior. I guess gutless, clandestine blackballing, and rewarding irresponsibility and incompetence, are signs of good character! Way to go, Masons!

Actually, I think the worst thing about fraternities is the persistence of forced sadistic homosexual rituals for heterosexuals.

I asked God what I should do with this stinking book, and then I threw it out. I happened to have a trash can that contained a misplaced dirty diaper and a mixing bowl one of my pets pooped in, and I could not think of a better place to put the book. That will be where it will rest from now on. Until it disintegrates completely, it will be next to a dirty diaper in a landfill.

It’s appropriate. God likes turning areas used by idolaters into garbage dumps and latrines. Look at the Bible and see.

I didn’t want that filthy book in my home. It’s an insult to God, and insulting God brings consequences. As the Bible says, God is not mocked. Surely honoring God by putting that book in the trash will also have consequences.

You can claim Freemasonry is compatible with Christianity all you want. Any group that makes you partially disrobe and swear loyalty, and which requires you to participate in supernatural rituals, is a problem for Christians. If it’s not obvious to you already, then I can’t explain it to you. Also, Freemasons believe you can only get to heaven through works, and that is the opposite of what God teaches. Hell is full of nice people who rejected Jesus, and heaven is full of thieves and murderers who repented.

There are concentration camp guards in heaven, and some of the people they tormented are in hell. Works don’t get you anywhere.

Corrie Ten Boom told an interesting story. As you should know, she was a Christian woman who was put in concentration camps for hiding Jews. Years after the war, she preached about forgiveness, and a former Nazi she knew from the camps came up to shake her hand. He didn’t know they had already met. He told her he had been a guard, and he asked for her personal forgiveness. She knew she had to accept him, although she didn’t feel like it. When she obeyed, she felt God’s “healing warmth” flow through her. A man like that could never make up for what he did. Not in 10 lifetimes. But God accepted him anyway.

If you need an auxiliary cult to get you through life, you don’t have God’s favor, and something is wrong with your approach to Christianity. It’s that simple. That’s the hard truth.

The Jews used to have synagogues with two altars: one for Yahweh and one for “the Queen of Heaven,” which means the disgusting female false god they worshiped in the Middle East. They also burned their children alive as sacrifices to Molech, in an area which later became a dump. All the while, they called themselves Jews and prayed for God to look after them. Things are no different today. Christians join cults all the time, and they think they’re still Christians.

I feel very good about that book and its resting place with the diaper. I will feel good about it for the rest of my life, when I think about it buried deep inside a reeking landfill. I will feel like it’s an investment I have working for me, just as it was a curse that worked against me when it was in my home.

Life is full of investments. We invest in life and our future dignity, and we invest in death and future humiliation. We even invest when we think we’re not taking sides.

Every drop in the bucket helps. If you have Masonic garbage, astrology materials, yoga equipment, magical crystals, tarot cards, or any other idolatrous paraphernalia in your house, I encourage you to dump it now. Don’t sell it or give it away. Make it unusable. Burn it. You’re going to pick a side whether you want to or not, so try to pick the right one.

One Response to “This is on the Level”

  1. Steve B Says:

    I had a similar experience with a book. Actually, it based on one of your posts. I was just walking around my house, looking at all my books, CD’s, DVDs, asking God if there was anything I should get rid of? And almost right away the Spirit pointed me to a book on the shelf. I hadn’t even read it yet, but I just knew I had to throw it away. I can’t even remember now what it was about. Meditation, maybe? Anyway, it’s like not only did I get rid of the book (threw it away, didn’t donate it to a thrift store or anything), but it’s like God even took the memory of it out of my head. Interesting.