the Secrets of the Masons

the Secrets of the Masons

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         It all started at West Point for me 25 years ago. I had a famous father, lots of money, and good grades. The plan was simple: do my mandatory service, get out, and work for JP Morgan as a trainee. My spot was guaranteed due to family connections. Active-duty service would be a big plus. I would get out at age 40 and go straight to the top. My newfound friends in the Masons would help, they said.

         Perhaps you have the same misconception of the Masons that I did when I joined them 25 years ago. I was a naïve freshman at West Point. Shortly after my arrival, several upperclassmen took me and a few other freshmen out for a special dinner. They said they were Masons and wanted us to join them. Paul Simon, their leader, asked me,

         "Say Sam, Jake, what do you know about the Masons?"

         "Not much. Just a club for rich white guys who like to play ancient mystery stories and help each other out."

         "Sam, you know, this is not just a game. There has been serious business happening in the Masonic world. If you get as far as the 8th degree, you will learn the true history of the Masons and their role in guarding and guiding the world. You may be asked to play a big role in the future. I hope you will be up for it."

         I responded, "Of course, Paul. I’ve done some reading on the Masons and am glad to be invited to join in."

         I entered the room and met the Membership Committee. They were all titans of Wall Street and the government too. All men in their late 50s or 60s and all at the peak of their professional game. I was one of the youngest members. The leader, Darius Smith V, was an elderly gentleman with a pan-ethnic look who could pass for almost anything but had a vaguely almost inhuman look about himself and spoke with a slightly strange accent.

         "Sam Adams VIII, welcome to the brotherhood. I pledge to you that we will promote your career, and help you in everything you do. You are member Sam 9975 and will be referred to by that name only. I have an eye on you and you will do just fine.”

         They kept their word and 25 years later I was a major player in Wall Street, after retiring as a Colonel with 20 years of service.

         To bring the story up to the present day, the Masons were behind many of the events of the past four thousand years, always operating behind the scenes controlling Empires and States. But I had no idea who or what they were until one day a week ago.

         Darius Smtih was still alive and looked great for a 90-year-old.

          He gave me a pair of glasses and told me to look at them. I looked and half the people in the room were hideous reptilian monsters, with red skin and horns. The others were human. They then told me the truth.

         “Here’s the true story, Sam. You are entitled to know it as we need you. You see us as we are, we are masters of disguise – these glasses were developed so we can recognize one another. Masons are descendants of ancient Atlantis and Lemuria. We look like devils, don’t we?”

         We all laughed, and he continued,

          “20 percent of humans have alien DNA which is not detectable by humans, and you are part alien on your mother’s side as all Cherokees are. The whole universe is a cosmic battle between the forces of good, the light side of the force, and the forces of evil, or darkness, the dark side of the force. The two sides of the force existed in a constant state of flux. We worship the one true God, Cthulhu, and they showed me a picture of a giant octopus with eight legs and intense red eyes. Cthulu is an ancient God, one of the founders of the universe. His followers are everywhere and have gained tremendous power, We know how to harness the dark forces of the universe. Some of us are immortal, I am over 10,000 of your earth years, and Cthulu willing, I will live another 10,000. We can make you immortal too. We lost the battle 4,000 years ago and have been secretly working behind the scenes ever since. “

         Turning to the room, Darius said,

          "Fellow Masons. Most of you know me, but for those newly promoted to the 9th rank, I am Smith0595. 'Plan Armageddon' is a go. As some of you know, we are going to launch a nuclear attack on Iran and Syria led by the U.S. and Israel. The pretext is that the Iranians are about to develop nuclear weapons, and President Wilson – Wilson6595 just authorized the secret attack that will launch World War 111. We will then send for the invasion fleet and once again rule the earth. We will all be in shelters for the time being, of course. Sam9975 here would oversee the secret financial manipulation. The money raised would be enormous and would be sent to a secret bank account and pay for things. Sam 9975 are you with us? You know the penalty for refusal!

         I had no choice but to accept.

         "Good, here is the list of stocks we authorized you to buy and sell. You have no credit limit, and JP Morgan senior staff are aware of and approve all transactions. They will be done secretly along with some of your fellow Masons. You will meet tonight to discuss which stocks will be sold or bought by whom and when and start execution tomorrow. The military attack will be a carefully guarded secret."

         Revealing this has sealed my fate. By the time you read it, it will be all over. Good luck to us all.

Sam Adams

On March 6, 1831, Edgar Allen Poe was court-martialed and dismissed from West Point military academy. This despite having had the start of a promising army career as a non-commissioned officer before applying to the academy.

Amusingly, he managed, just before being dismissed, to secure funds to publish a book of his juvenile poems ... works which were received (according to his roommate) “with a general expression of disgust.”

For tomorrow, write a story or poem about something horrible or macabre (in the nature of a Poe horror story) happening at a military academy. One of your genres must be HORROR.