The global power of freemasonry - Gnostic Liberation Front

"I became a freemason in 1970, but even as I was through the first
degree ritual I had misgivings. It felt odd swearing that horrific oath on
the Bible while a sharp compass point was thrust hard against my naked
left breast. It felt odder still to be told to seal that oath by kissing the
Bible, and then have my face thrust into the compass and square as they
lay cradled on its open pages. It was only later that I realized the com-
passes and square were arranged in the shape of the vesica piscis and
the whole ceremony had sexual overtones.
Despite my unease I passed through the three Craft degrees in just
three meetings. During the third degree ritual the Deacons laid me on the
floor and wrapped me in a shroud: a black sheet with white skulls and
crossbones embroidered on it. They told me to stay as still as if I was
dead, until they lifted me to my feet and the Lodge Master applied the
Master Mason's grip.
As I lay there I suddenly felt the overpowering presence of evil. I had
never consciously thought about evil before, let alone felt it, but now my
brain was pounding. I felt a piercing pain in my skull, like the worst
headache you can ever imagine. Even so, I went through with the cere-
mony and became a Master Mason.
The stabbing headache kept coming back - not only on Lodge nights
but every night for more than ten years. I suffered the worst attacks in
my bedroom of all places, so I got into the compulsive habit of laying out
a pair of socks in the form of a cross on the floor beside my bed before I
could get to sleep. I don't know if my wife ever noticed this. I suppose I
was trying to repel evil, though I never reasoned it out that way at the
time.
I attended my Masonic Lodge for seven years, and then resigned.
Later I realized this period coincided exactly with the years when I was
suffering constant illness: glandular fever, chronic pharyngitis, spon-
taneous haemorrhaging and malignant skin cancer. I might have induced
these conditions myself. I suppose, but the skin cancer went far beyond
most people's psychosomatic powers. But now I was constantly swal-
lowing Valium and sleeping pills. I was also affected with acute trigeminal
neuralgia: a facial paralysis, rather like what you feel from a dental
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