http://www.manlyphall.org Manly Palmer Hall Media Archive and Memorial Mon, 06 Feb 2012 20:08:58 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/comment-page-1/#comment-12528 Al Conetto Mon, 10 May 2010 02:10:52 +0000 http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/#comment-12528 An excellent text on Freemasonry. Every member of the craft should read this book, especially EAs and FCs. Mr. Hall lays out the true meaning of our fraternity. Read, learn and live. An excellent text on Freemasonry. Every member of the craft should read this book, especially EAs and FCs. Mr. Hall lays out the true meaning of our fraternity. Read, learn and live.

]]> http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/comment-page-1/#comment-6693 Debra Pessein Mon, 14 Sep 2009 19:36:17 +0000 http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/#comment-6693 When I first arrived in view of the metropolis I am looking out, and down from a window hovering above. The room I am in is dark, and I am alone. Looking out and down, I see that this city is unlike any city I have ever seen before: all the structures seem to circle in towards the center- it is huge, expansive, intricately embroidered with technical diversity; architecturally abstruse the buildings are opaque extending to odd heights and angles- not unlike crystal formation. Out from the center the architecture starts to blend into buildings of mason, stone, and steel. As I look closer I notice long white cylinder trains spiral in and out from the city center. I move away from the window, to try now to adjust my vision to grasp this darkened room. I move with my hands sweeping the area in front of me, trying to feel something, arriving with my palms flat on a wall- that echoes ever so faintly with the rhythm of motion. I follow the feel of the smooth wall until I arrive back once again at the window. I look out and find that in my absence we had gained elevation. I could now see that the city was in fact circular- with a diameter approximately ten miles across. The entire inner city is environed by a garden/green belt maybe one mile wide. In this green belt I can see pebbled pathways, sculpted gardens, and courtyards full of activity, with the faint details of people in motion throughout. The trains continue to spiral outwards/inwards. We gain more elevation, I can now see for miles. Out from this green belt, is the agricultural belt, it is by far the largest area of the whole- approximately twenty miles wide- extending the entire perimeter of the metropolis. Lakes and streams are in abundance. I can see greenhouses, open farmlands, grain and orchard, other areas I see cattle grazing, horses, and other livestock. The trains continue their spiral inwards/outwards towards the last perimeter of the whole- the entire perimeter is environed by brick buildings, approximately ten stories high. Beyond this outer structure- the perimeter that encloses the metropolis within- there are the natural landscapes. I imagine for a moment the wealth and pride each member of this society must enjoy as they look out their windows each and every day, and there is something inside me that yearns for our return. Beyond this city, heading off through natural landscapes, I see the faint detail of trains heading out towards other circular cites in the distance, and beyond. And then a voice resonates from within “You see our cities are circular as are the crafts we fly.” When I first arrived in view of the metropolis I am looking out, and down from a window hovering above. The room I am in is dark, and I am alone. Looking out and down, I see that this city is unlike any city I have ever seen before: all the structures seem to circle in towards the center- it is huge, expansive, intricately embroidered with technical diversity; architecturally abstruse the buildings are opaque extending to odd heights and angles- not unlike crystal formation. Out from the center the architecture starts to blend into buildings of mason, stone, and steel. As I look closer I notice long white cylinder trains spiral in and out from the city center. I move away from the window, to try now to adjust my vision to grasp this darkened room. I move with my hands sweeping the area in front of me, trying to feel something, arriving with my palms flat on a wall- that echoes ever so faintly with the rhythm of motion. I follow the feel of the smooth wall until I arrive back once again at the window. I look out and find that in my absence we had gained elevation. I could now see that the city was in fact circular- with a diameter approximately ten miles across. The entire inner city is environed by a garden/green belt maybe one mile wide. In this green belt I can see pebbled pathways, sculpted gardens, and courtyards full of activity, with the faint details of people in motion throughout. The trains continue to spiral outwards/inwards. We gain more elevation, I can now see for miles. Out from this green belt, is the agricultural belt, it is by far the largest area of the whole- approximately twenty miles wide- extending the entire perimeter of the metropolis. Lakes and streams are in abundance. I can see greenhouses, open farmlands, grain and orchard, other areas I see cattle grazing, horses, and other livestock. The trains continue their spiral inwards/outwards towards the last perimeter of the whole- the entire perimeter is environed by brick buildings, approximately ten stories high. Beyond this outer structure- the perimeter that encloses the metropolis within- there are the natural landscapes. I imagine for a moment the wealth and pride each member of this society must enjoy as they look out their windows each and every day, and there is something inside me that yearns for our return. Beyond this city, heading off through natural landscapes, I see the faint detail of trains heading out towards other circular cites in the distance, and beyond. And then a voice resonates from within “You see our cities are circular as are the crafts we fly.”

]]> http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/comment-page-1/#comment-310 whispr2 Tue, 29 Jan 2008 15:46:19 +0000 http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/#comment-310 be wary, that the light burn the hand which grasps the grounded staff. for such fool shall fall. it is ordained. be wary, that the light burn the hand which grasps the grounded staff. for such fool shall fall. it is ordained.

]]> http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/comment-page-1/#comment-56 andrew monkman Fri, 02 Nov 2007 23:29:48 +0000 http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/#comment-56 Hello MANLY, You may be interested to know,someones taken notice of my discovery. All the best,AndyM:)x Hello MANLY, You may be interested to know,someones taken notice of my discovery. All the best,AndyM:)x

]]> http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/comment-page-1/#comment-49 Elkin G. Botero Fri, 19 Oct 2007 13:53:15 +0000 http://www.manlyphall.org/text/the-lost-keys-of-freemasonry/#comment-49 Hi, there. First, let me tell you that I´m verry glad to have found a site like your´s. I wan´t to know if you can give some advice about the legal rights of this work. It can be translated and printed, for non comercial pourpose? Thank's a lot. Have anice weekend! Hi, there.
First, let me tell you that I´m verry glad to have found a site like your´s.
I wan´t to know if you can give some advice about the legal rights of this work.
It can be translated and printed, for non comercial pourpose?
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