Hold Compass

We are "waiting for the times, from which our words will move beyond those vague ideas, to line us in channels of disbelief, fears and lies, for not everyone knows use as ourselves."

In these days of the new illumination, the stars become leafy in the eyes of the most attentive Freemasons, and our ways of being, being, and remaining in the face of universalizing themes in diametrical views are now themselves the proclamation.

Just below the celestial vault, guiding us on the roads of discovery, once again make up each of the posts in the room, chess and from there, we can see, the night's guide with its ninety knots is not lonely and in gleaming white and bold black, the images of the will of traditional wills, on the hikers' edges also spring free.

In each search, in the face of the progressive face of the conscious, always at five o'clock in the morning of the new day, the memory bell, without fear, our bouncing day and with each living chime, in an everlasting flickering light of the just path, common images and similarities, aprons carry secrets kept for millennia.

At the ear, after the password confirmed to enter the tabernacle, into our corporeal, branched forehead, it whispers to us that the ladder climbs flattering us into believing, even if we are on the far sides of our immense planet Earth, the knots of connections with all the strength one by one in the burning salt of the valley the eyes will remember flattering. Under the same rule, we are!

We no longer have easy access to the moonlight, on the streets we keep trying to meet for signs, we try to help each other and there, in the paths of new free brothers, we stay! There is a waiting for the times, from which our words will move beyond those vague ideas, to line is in channels of disbelief, fears and lies, because not everyone knows us as ourselves.

Today, we no longer have easy access to the citadel built on the desires of our equals, not even all other suns, to demonstrate the urgent need for innovative actions to teach the neophyte to choose the best option for our society. And for the other laity.

Lay people, free men, neophytes, let us wait for the clear night awaited to spout from our temples at this time, another new essence, rising to the greater good and progress, even if it is crystalline only in the eyes of all, few.

Per hour! In the four corners of the world, the compasses and rulers turn to the hive to unite us by the flaming rays make use of the dreamy pitch, jump early.