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As I’ve previously explained in the post for my Installation,  every year, the respective Masonic Lodges elect and invest a new Worshipful Master (WM) to preside over the Lodge. My Lodge, Orphic Lodge was the first week in February.

I was planning on writing this shortly afterwards, but life got in the way.

There are specific moments and ceremonies which are very special to a Mason. HIs initiation, being Raised to the Sublime Degree of a Master Mason, being installed as the Worshipful Master, and many more occasions during our masonic journey in self fulfilment and Craft progression.

For me, this installation was very special indeed. Not only was a friend Installed as WM, each of my candidates received their first office positions in the Lodge. This past year was an awesome year for me personally in my Masonic Journey. Four very good friends approached me and indicated their wish to join our prestigious Order.

And so, after going through to application process, interviews with them and later with their families, I had the privilege of initiating each of them. As their proposer into the Craft, it’s my responsibility to ensure their journey is successful. That they grow into better men and husbands, fathers and sons.

After the WM is installed, his duty is to invest his officers for the year.  My chest swelled with pride as I saw each of my candidates receive their first office appointments. Their faces echoing my pride, watching them standing taller as they were led by the District Assistant Grand Director of Ceremonies for the evening, to the office positions.


…Me and my guys with their office collars on… unfortunately, two need to remain anonymous..


….Ryan being his usual animated self….

After the Installation ceremony, Lodges treat the Grand, District Officers and visiting Brethren to a meal, drinks, and of course, a raffle for charity.


Grant convincing the Brethren to part with their money…


… whilst being exceptionally confused why there wasn’t alcohol in the ice bucket…

All in all, a fantastic night enjoyed by everyone, and I wait with proud anticipation to see each of my Brethren progress to their next steps on the ladder and growth in Masonry.




On 24 June 1717 four London Lodges, which had existed for some time, came together at the Goose and Gridiron Tavern in St Paul’s Churchyard, declared themselves a Grand Lodge and elected Anthony Sayer as their Grand Master. This was the first Grand Lodge in the world.



By George M. Free

What makes a man a Mason, O brother of mine?
It isn’t the due guard, nor is it the sign,
It isn’t the jewel which hangs on your breast
It isn’t the apron in which you are dressed

It isn’t the step, nor the token, nor the grip,
Nor lectures that fluently flow from the lip,
Nor yet the possession of that mystic word
On five points of fellowship duly conferred.

Though these are essential, desirable, fine,
They don’t make a Mason, O brother of mine.
That you to your sworn obligation are true’
Tis that, brother mine, makes a Mason of you.

Secure in your heart you must safeguard and trust,
With lodge and with brother be honest and just,
Assist the deserving who cry in their need,
Be chaste in your thought, in your word and your deed.

Support he who falters, with hope banish fear,
And whisper advice in an erring one’s ear.
Then will the Great Lights on your path brightly shine,
And you’ll be a Mason, O brother of mine.

Your use of life’s hours by the gauge you must try,
The gavel of vices with courage apply;
Your walk must be upright, as shown by the plumb,
On the level, to bourn whence no travelers come,

The Book of your faith be the rule and the guide,
The compass your passions shut safely inside;
The stone which the Architect placed in your care
Must pass the strict test of His unerring square.

And then you will meet with approval divine,
And you’ll be a Mason,O brother of mine.

The old Masters Wages

Posted: April 18, 2011 in Masonic, Poem, poetry
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This is one of those poems that makes us take a good look at ourselves, whether we are a mason or not.
I find it to be  a very thought provoking one…
It was sent to me by a Masonic Brother in Australia, and was written in 1979..
The Old Masters Wages

I met a dear old man today,
Who wore a Masonic pin,
It was old and faded like the man,
It’s edges were worn quite thin.

I approached the park bench where he sat,
To give the old brother his due,
I said, “I see you’ve traveled east,”
He said, “I have, have you.”
I said, “I have, and in my day
Before the all seeing sun,
I played in the rubble, with Jubala
Jubalo and Jubalum.”

He shouted, “don’t laugh at the work my son,
It’s good and sweet and true,
And if you’ve traveled as you said,
You should give these things their due.”
The word, the sign the token,
The sweet Masonic prayer,
The vow that all have taken,
Who’ve climbed the inner stair.

The wages of a Mason,
are never paid in gold,
but the gain comes from contentment,
when you’re weak and growing old.
You see, I’ve carried my obligations,
For almost fifty years,
It has helped me through the hardships
and the failures full of tears.

Now I’m losing my mind and body,
Death is near but I don’t despair,
I’ve lived my life upon the level,
And I’m dying upon the square.
Sometimes the greatest lessons
Are those that are learned anew,
And the old man in the park today
has changed my point of view.

To all Masonic brothers,
The only secret is to care,
May you live your life upon the level,
May you part upon the square.
by N. Neddermeyer

Last night was a very prestigious evening for me. Every mason aspires to get to the highest position in the lodge. A position that takes years of patience and study, and for me, last night that honour was bestowed upon me.

I was installed into the chair of King Solomon, and made the Worshipful Master of Orphic Lodge (5949 E.C)

And I have to say, it was an amazingly surreal experience. I was so nervous at the beginning of the evening, as there were very distinguished Brethren present, and I was hoping, nay, praying that all the work I had studied would come back at the right moment. You see, all our work is done by memory. And… did. In fact, the evening went better than I had hoped for.

The Jubilee jewel, honoured to the Worshipful Master, around my neck

Freemasonry is a society of men concerned with moral and spiritual values. Its members are taught its precepts (moral lessons and self-knowledge) by a series of ritual dramas – a progression of allegorical two-part plays which are learnt by heart and performed within each Lodge – which follow ancient forms, and use stonemasons’ customs and tools as allegorical guides.

Freemasonry instils in its members a moral and ethical approach to life: it seeks to reinforce thoughtfulness for others, kindness in the community, honesty in business, courtesy in society and fairness in all things. Members are urged to regard the interests of the family as paramount but, importantly, Freemasonry also teaches and practices concern for people, care for the less fortunate and help for those in need. (

Now, Freemasonry is not a religion, nor is it a substitute for religion. It’s essential qualification opens it to men of many religions and it expects them to continue to follow their own faith. It does not allow religion to be discussed at its meetings.

Once a mason decides to progress into side degrees, he may. Some of which follow Christian values.

The ‘Rose Croix’ Degree is the 18th degree of a Christian Order of Masonry

The complete Order comprises thirty-three degrees. The first three degrees of Craft Masonry are;

1st degree: Entered Apprentice

2nd degree:  Fellow Craft

3rd degree: Master Mason.

From this point, a Freemason may choose the route to be taken for his own growth in the Craft, for knowledge and self-fulfilment.

I initially chose the Royal Arch route, so my career in Masonry may grow to the Knights Templar. Now I am a Knight, I felt it was time to grow further…and so last night I became an 18th degree mason and became an Excellent and Perfect Prince.

Now, as explained when I became a Knight Templar, I cannot explain what the ceremony entailed, due to the Masonic obligation I have taken, so the info I have just given, is freely available to the public.

What I will say, however, is the ceremony of the 18th degree, seeks the Perfection of Christian virtues.

It is an immensely thought provoking, impressive and beautiful ceremony which instils a warmth of Brotherly love, on which the whole Masonic movement is founded.

A moment I truly enjoyed and am very glad I have done this, just prior to my installation. (This will be explained shortly)

the collar of an 18th degree Freemason

Masonic pride

Posted: December 12, 2010 in Masonic, Poem, poetry
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A Freemason’s son is known as a Lewis, and its a Mason’s greatest wish that his son would follow his footsteps, and take the obligation. As yet, I do not have a son, but when I do, I only hope that when is is of age, that he choses to follow me in the Craft, a choice only he can make.


The Lamb Skin

Author unknown

It is not ornamental; the cost is not great,

There are other things far more useful, yet truly I state,

Though of all my possessions, there’s none can compare,

With the white leather apron, which all Masons wear.


As a young lad I wondered just what it all meant,

When dad hustled around, and so much time was spent,

On shaving and dressing and looking just right,

Until mother would say: “It’s the Masons tonight.”

And some winter nights she said: “What makes you go,

Way up there tonight through the sleet and the snow?

You see the same things every month of the year.”


Then dad would reply: “Yes, I know it my dear.

Forty years I have seen the same things, it is true,

And thought they are old, they always seem new,

For the hands that I clasp, and the friends that I greet,

Seem a little bit closer each time that we meet.”


Years later I stood at that very same door,

With good men and true, who had entered before,

I knelt at the altar, and there I was taught,

That virtue and honor can never be bought.


That spotless white lambskin all Masons revere,

If worthily worn grows more precious each year,

That service to others brings blessings untold,

That man may be poor though surrounded by gold.


I learned that true brotherhood flourishes there,

That enmities fade ‘neath the compass and square,

That wealth and position are all thrust aside,

As there on the level men meet and abide.


So honour the lambskin, may it always remain,

Forever unblemished, and free from all stain,

And when we are all called to the Great Father’s love,

May we all take our place in that Lodge up above.


Whew, well, I have just come back from my masonic lodge, and a very surreal moment occurred tonight.

I was elected by the brethren of the lodge to take over the reigns for the ensuing year. What does this mean? Quite simply, at our next meeting, I will be installed in to the chair of King Solomon, and made the Worshipful Master of Orphic Lodge

An occasion every mason aspires to get to,  and let me tell you, I have dreamed of this moment since the day I first walked into the lodge, blindfolded, about to take my first obligation as an Entered Apprentice. Its a very big step, a great honour,  and Its going to be awesome, I cant wait…

So, I have decided to talk a bit about masonry on my blog, starting with a poem, to dispel any myths you might have. Why? Because I am PROUD to be a Freemason.

The Real Freemasonry

By Bro Geoff Fox  (April 2004)

Leven Lodge #30 Ulverstone, Tasmania

Lodge Scotch College #80 Launceston, Tasmania


Many a man has asked the question

What is Freemasonry?

Is it a club or some devilish cult,

Full of conspiracies?

Some would have many to believe,

From lack of facts or deceit,

Freemasonry is filled with corruption

Standing at Satan’s feet;


That we band together in our buildings

To perform unholy rites

With sacrifices of goodness knows what

To satisfy Satan’s delights;

And we ride the goat and fund the terrorists

And we’re into major crime,

Brain washing the world to join our sect

Whether old or in their prime.


One must ponder these synthetic slurs

To the origin of their source:

Perhaps it is fear of the unknown

Or a vindictive course;

Maybe it‘s a generational thing,

Could be a religious view-

Whatever the case, it is totally unfounded,

Flawed and viciously untrue.


If only they knew of what is inside

Also of what is taught,

Then they would see the truth of it all

And of the man that is wrought.

Taking a good man and making him better

Is the motto of Freemasonry,

To serve his God with humbleness

And fellow man in charity.


A belief in one God, is absolute!

From this we will not sway

‘Tis the first step to our brotherhood

For those that seek the way

We accept all men – from all nations

Colour, disability and creed-

Honest, just and upright men

Are proper masons indeed.


Furthermore the emphasis

Is on priorities-

Family first, then comes work,

Finally Freemasonry.

Numerous lessons can be discovered

In charting the route of life:

If followed – stands a man in good stead

After his mortal life.


With principles so pure and so worthy,

May the slanderer’s hand be thwarted!

Let truth prevail above all else-

Freemasonry, be ever supported!