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"Stonecutter's Song"<br><br>Who controls the British Crown? <br>Who keeps the metric system down? <br>We do, we do. <br><br>Who keeps Atlantis off the maps? <br>Who keeps the Martians under wraps? <br>We do, we do. <br><br>Who holds back the electric car? <br>Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star? <br>We do, we do. <br><br>Who robs cave fish of their sight? <br>Who rigs every Oscar night? <br>We do, we do!<br><br>More:<br><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK START--><a href="http://freemasonry.bcy.ca/fiction/fraternities/stonecutters.html">freemasonry.bcy.ca/fictio...tters.html</a><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK END--> <p></p><i></i>

...and settle down with a big bag of Cheez Korn for an evening of levity and curing my depression.<br><br><!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :lol --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/laugh.gif ALT=":lol"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p></p><i></i>

I was at a car rental place in D.C. when I overheard this conversation between a couple of special forces types. One asked the other why they were going to the "Masons" as he called it. His travel partner looked around the room as if to make sure noone was listening in then answered in a loud enough voice that people in the parking lot could overhear, "that's where we park to get to the Pentagon".<br><br>I have no idea what he meant by that, but I immediately thought of that part in the Stonecutter's episode where Homer drives through a secret car tunnel to get to a special parking lot, I think at the airport. It was all I could do to keep from busting out laughing.<br><br>I wish I had that song commited to memory. Though I'm not really the type to break into song in public (except while drinking and in the proper company of course), that would have been the perfect moment for a few bars of the Stonecutter's Song.<br><br> <p></p><i></i>

It gives you shiny hair, strong teeth, and a liver you can pour Everclear into from morning to night and it'll never get cirrhotic lesions. Oh, and it straightens hammertoes.<br><br>I've got a big garden of it growing out back, between the peonies and the lemon thyme. My neighbor's dog ate some once, and instead of saying "Bow Wow" he said "Oh Wow" for about two hours. It was funny. But then after some weed, everything is funny.<br><br>Doncha think? <p></p><i></i>

oh wow. <p></p><i></i>

Don't let me ever be accused of bogarting a joint. Here ya go, pull up a beanbag chair and I'll share my Cheez Korn and tell you for the five thousandth time how I got stuck in the mud at Woodstock. Or was it I got stuck in the woods at Mudstock. Whatever, dude.<br><br>Man, this shit beats serotonin six ways to Sunday. Or is it Monday? <p></p><i></i>

Nice anecdote, Iroquois. <p></p><i></i>

Its saturday now here, I think.<br><br>*puff*<br><br>Pan:<br><br>(Barbelith?)<br><br>Once, a couple years ago, some "friends" of mine and I were down the river in the Detroit burb "wyandotte" and we went to "visit" the local masonic lodge. We saw a "man" inside, in the dark, walking from one candlelit room to another, dressed in a long white robe with a hood on. Immediate thoughts were KKK related...<br>He saw us, and started coming towards the window we were "Spying" from, so we ran, and went to a diner nearby.<br><br>while there, these people came in, all in black suits and ties and sunglasses, like from some bad MIB movie, and proceeded to watch us, never ordering anything but water, never spoke to each other.<br><br>A homeless guy sold me a flower, and the Juke Box played the wrong song when I pushed the button...played a song that wasn't on the box...<br><br>(I had the distinct and lasting impression that the homeless guy was somehow protecting me from the MIB)<br><br>When we left, there were dozens of cars blocking the streets nearby the "lodge" so that no one could approach the building.<br><br>one of the stranger nights of my life.<br><br>just thought I'd share.<br><br>cheers.<br>*smoke*<br>SHCR<br><br>(PS: Re: "THEM": if you're reading this, you now know that was ME. HA! I also left the fetish to disrupt your astral workings! Don't you feel stupid that you didn't already know that?) <p></p><i></i>

The rest of you may be faking it, but not me. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :smokin --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smokin.gif ALT=":smokin"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>ahem.<br><br>I should mention that the "cars" blocking it were not ALL police cars, in fact, only two were with a large number of other cars besides, more than wyandotte would have in unmarked cars.<br><br>and, if you are paying attention, I've given away one of my secrets. I never answer the question directly when asked to me, but I've answered it above. <p></p><i></i>

Interesting story, HH, particularly the homeless guy and the flower. Nice resonance.<br><br>I don't get the "Barbelith" reference, but if you're asking if I go by that name, I don't.<br><br> <p></p><i></i>

Real nice little story but yanno it's hard to follow all these arguments. Can't we just turn on "Dark Side of the Moon" and mellow out our neurotransmitters? <p></p><i></i>

pan: you remind me of someone from "barbelith underground". IF you aren't them, you should be.<br><br>"barbelith" is a contraction of barbelo(gnostic goddess) and "monolith" (2001), the "contact entity" of G Morrison's nineties "adult" comic book "The Invisibles" which is suggested reading for anyone interested in "fringe" topics like conspiracy research, the occult, ufos, gnosticism, etc. It the contention of many readers of this series that "The Matrix" cribbed visuals from this book(indeed has been admitted by Matrix set workers). <br><br>What the "invisibles" are or is about, I couldn't say. <br><br>I know a number of occultists who consider the work to be "enchanted" besides. Personally, I was too weird to notice, but it was a fascinating idea. Like "the Necronomicon".<br><br>----<br><br>My neurotransmitters have been mellowed out for a long time. I only pretend to be paying attention.<br><br>We used to go to that Lodge all the time. The time before the one I mentioned, they were in session, and we persuaded them to let us in to use the bathroom(they also asked us if we had "drugs", didn't say why), which was gaudy and covered with pictures of famous "founding fathers" dressed in funny hats and silly belts(in the fucking bathroom!). I found myself drawn to the building, as it is in a church, with magnificent French Architecture (back when our city was French).<br><br> While visiting/surveying those Lodges in our area (Detroit Metro and its "nearby" burbs/mets like Ann Arbor) we found almost all of them were next-door, across the street, or inside a "Church of Christ", btw. I wonder if its like that elsewhere.<br><br> <p></p><i></i>

HH<br><br>I thought your Dad was a mason? You had never been in a lodge before?<br><br>Also, since we're on it...how did your dad related to Freemasonry. That is, does HE see it as a fraternal organization doing charitable works or as an occult lodge attempting the "Great Work." <br><br>My grandfather was a Mason but he died before I knew anything about this stuff. There were masons at his funeral waiting to do whatever they do at funerals. <p></p><i></i>

no, not my father.<br><br>although, his father, yes.<br>and my mother's side father's father. and all my uncles on both sides. We are heavily mixed into Lodge activity, but my family is not from THIS area, so I've never been in "local" Lodges before, most of them being LITERALLY, much larger places than where my family is from.<br><br>My father, while not being actively involved, has a number of opinions on Freemasonry, which generally intersect with my own, that is, they informed my own greatly. As per my family, it is generally viewed as mostly a "frat boys club" kind of entity which allows for "economic" opportunities in general, although the consensus among members is that it is highly hegmonized and protective of its former "more esoteric" incarnations, to the point of pretending they don't exist.<br><br>I've "inherited" a large number of documents and "artifacts", and been inside the more "universal" areas of a Lodge. MY interest in the local Lodge is somewhat different, as it is mostly a matter of it being in entirely new scales to me. Where my family was from, in the hills, my family is deeply involved in the "internal politics" of their local areas, so we know firsthand what can come with such organizations, but in the general sense, the organization itself is not a malevolent entity, IME. The worst thing any of my forerunners did with their connections was get out of the low caste into the medium caste and cheat on their wives. On my father's side our dealings are more complicated as there is likewise an exceedingly long history of military involvement, normally at the mid-to-lower level(since about c.e.1500). For example, my father wildly credits my great-grandfather's friendship (babysitting) with General Hartinger, who was a "family friend" of ours, with helping him get noticed for a spot at OTS while he was enlisted, things like that. My family still maintains some possessions/properties in the area, although largely we have migrated following the failing of the coal industry nearby in which we had stake. Either that or involvement in and/or against the Nuclear Power industry that took its place. <br><br>I'm certain that others receive similar assitance through networking, and that especially in larger-scale industrial/urbanized areas a great deal of abuse is possible.<br><br>My Great Uncle died not so long ago, and he had a Masonic Service. It was fascinating, especially from my point of view, as I, unlike many of the "younger" generations (less than 50) understood much of their symbolic structure. And the funny hats are appealing.<br><br><br><br><br> <p></p><i></i>