Merkaba Mason
Rising Star
- Merits
- 42
After three inhalations, I found myself looking at a giant Harlequin-looking dancing woman. I knew that she was Maya, the Dancing Lady. Interestingly, I saw her on my last trip during the Winter Solsctice Super Moon of 2010. She was so large I could only see a single fold of her dress. I then became aware of her hands, which she began moving in a distracting manner. They were covered in what looked like black fabric with a twisted spider web embroidered upon it in bright green thread. The cloth then became a huge, vaulted, gothic cathedral with amazing stained glass windows emitting blue light and featuring Rosicrucian emblems, not unlike those seen in the Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. The woman then began to speak to me: "This Temple was built by the hands of Freemasons, but for over 200 years they have been afraid to even approach its threshold." Upon saying this, the entire structure began to twist and spiral, and as I came down, I exclaimed loudly "so this is why we (as Masons) revere geometry!" Upon recovery, it dawned on me for the very first time why, outside of its being an evergreen, the acacia is in Masonry an emblem of the immortality of the soul. It provides one with direct knowledge of the fact that the mind survives the destruction of the body. It turns Pistis into Gnosis.
"When he who was weary, plucked at a sprig of acacia, he had evidence of things not seen."
"When he who was weary, plucked at a sprig of acacia, he had evidence of things not seen."
i find them so intresting
