.... There is no scene, words seem to be intermittent babble, nonsensical because of the repeat bit, intent to proceed with (not in) the craft very strong, electric shock type tingling in the fingertips at the crucial part of that ceremony, more noticeable on the left hand than the right.
Ah so.. (right) intention is the key?
And the geometry bit? Straight line is all that comes to mind.. plumbline?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting…trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home -Wordsworth
.... just got a tap on the back of the right shoulder.. by and older man (who tends to be on the South/West corner of the pavement when I think of him.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting…trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home -Wordsworth
.... just got a tap on the back of the right shoulder.. by and older man (who tends to be on the South/West corner of the pavement when I think of him.
The SW corner of the lodge is largely unused in most Scottish and English lodges. (The exceptions are where both Wardens are in the West and therefore/or the SW is used as an entrance or exit.)
You may like to re-enter the scene and see if you can identify the "older man" and/or his purpose.
He is incorporeal, my guide(?) At my inititiation and for some times afterwards I was 'a lad dressed in ragged clothes'. Now I am adult and 'a warrior'. Which is interesting, because in everyday life I am a caring, nurturing sort of person. The warrior part only surfaces if protection of 'the innocent' is concerned.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting…trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home -Wordsworth
Hasn't got a face, just a white orb in a black sky. Chased me round a huge block of stone in a dream, I was hiding from it. It finally caught up with me and told me I could do all things though It. That is when I first found courage to stand up and say what I thought.
Got me banned on one forum
I don't know that a white ball and an older man would be the same thing though.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting…trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home -Wordsworth