To Tee Freemasons of New Zealand.

Brethren,

I am Past Master in your Order—The Modern Order of Ancient Masonry. I am Indicature in the Order of the Fellowship of the Past Masters of the Ancient Order of the Fleece. I am Notary in the Order of the Lama. I am Plebescite of the Indent of the Port. I am Registrar of Record in the Lodge of Sumne. I am The Perpetual Master of the Lodge of St. Asaph, in Seringapatam, and I am Companion, Chief and Perfect in the High Judicary of the Supreme Lodge of Wyndham.

My authority in the Order is not paraded here to give me fame, I shall never be known in New Zealand; but as warrantry for my assumption of authority as your introquoquet, introloquet, lecturer, instructor, or whatever name best applies to a nonentity only acknowledged in modern society, and there deemed the highest authority—an anonymous writer.

Enumeration in a recognisable list is made to convince you that I am acquainted with the secrets of a Fraternity you know nothing of. You cannot estimate the importance of Freemasonry. I am intimate with subjects which cannot come under the notice of newspaper correspondents, or the compilers of modern history. You know but little of the history of any old country out of Europe, and of the history of Europe you have but fragments. Of the history of India you know nothing. It would be impossible for an Englishman to get access to the records of India now. One universal spirit prompts the English to which every other panna is subservient—money-getting avarice. India was wealthy before English rule pauperised the whole conforture; now, it is an English tax-ridden province, where the labor of the poor man supplies the yearly income of the rich one, and whole districts (for the first time in the history of Asia) are allowed to starve. In India, from a drunken sailor to the Governor-General, Englishmen are feared and hated with an intensity the passive mien of an Indian gives no clue to. Since the advent of Lord Clive, the English page 4 have slaughtered more than eighteen millions of the people of Ina Europia for no other purpose than to extend their commerce, create patronage, and amass wealth. The massacre at Cawnpore was very horrible, so is slaughter everywhere, but the slaughter of Indians is exalted to a virtue crowned with glory, the retaliation degraded to the acts of incarnate fiends. Lore lives in India, but is far, far beyond the reach of an unaccepted Englishman.

The records of the planet have been archived in India. The possession of them has been kept a profound secret, to preserve them—^* first from nomad vandalism, afterwards from the "Empire City of the Despoiler," and last, and worst of all, from pious thieves and Holy men.

The Inspired Record of the planet is perfect from the Rhadamanthus Age to the destruction of the City of Mycenæ. Recorded history is fragmentary during the Rhadamanthus Age, and up to the Cyclet of Amaponda. Records are perfect in sequence during The Age of Puberty; then follows an interval in which Adam was created. From Adam to Methusallah records are the lives of individual men, and from Methusallah they are perfect in yearly sequence to this hour.

During 24 cycles, previous to Adam, this planet was a paradise. It was peopled by 927,241,414 native inhabitants, perfect in organic structure, life, spirit, matter, and throb; and in affinity male and female. No Births No Deaths. Four only, during that period, were lost in quicksand. The Native population of the planet was perfect, none were alien, none mortal. The body could not perish by disease, nor age destroy its youth or puberty. The gathered Hell of Amaponda broke in fury, and for 927,412 years the whole of the solar system was a chaos. This planet was only stopped in its uncontrolled flight by the Pleiades. In time quietude returned, and Nature and the inevitable law of equilibrium restored the system. The planet was depeopled and envelletted in mesme. God made Adam, an alien, breathing an atmosphere of mirk, that his seed might gather the germs of the race cateclyce had destroyed. The inhabitants of this earth are now mortal. Eight races have descended from Adam, all but one are alien, mixed in 209 intermediate crosses.

The mixture of races in the descendants from Adam, occasioned by the influxion of foreign organic matter, led to quarrelling, fighting and bloodshed, and to check men, God gave commandments, and inspired precepts in accordance with the inpet of the clam to which they were given. The Panna, the Polyglot, the Zenda Vesta, the Koran, the the Christen Bible, and nine other books of precept were written to gather men and women of one indote mould into companionship, in consonance with the totote of their inherited articulation, and to edmontine mental effort in those who could not study, and reduce mysteries to problems for solution by those who could.

The end and aim of all religion, however plated, when divested of speculation and impossibility, is to restore immortality On Earth:, not in some imaginary phantom heaven, by separating races from admixture in blood, lymph, marrow, and spittal; and perfect structural secretion in men and gestative competence in women. This is Regeneration, and it was for this purpose the magnificent Temples of the Sun were built, at a cost exceeding the whole of the present circulation of Europe. Races must be inborn again, and again, and again, until men and women no longer secrete their own lymph, or efflux sin.

I am no modern author, I could not write a newspaper article, I could not pen a quiquet. I could not write a book in modern style. I shall be compelled to employ old caligraphic simonetts; but I will leave my writing as plain as I can.

I am here on Lodge pleasure. I shall give my manuscript to a printer. I am told that it must be edited to be presentable, and I submit. I may not be here to defend it, but I shall leave arms and ammunition enough to enable a student of modern literature to array a philanx. I will place a base on which to dote a theory, build a pile, and extend a silocism. A silocism is an integer in logic, and logic is the Rule of Three; the quotient is truth found by problem, beyond querrel.

I shall speak of thousands of years ago, and quote the English Language as a mother tongue when Homer lived.

I shall write a Romance of History, indented from minutes, statistics, records, bummistrie (correspondence), Lodge gossip caligraphy, and palmistry, and shall write of events which occurred thousands of years ago, as familiarly as though I had been present and knew by personal acquaintance each one in detail.

My knowledge of history has been gained in commune with the past in the company of its presence. Cloistered archive minutes are imbued with the spirit of the men who wrote them, and in the perusal of their caligraphy the past is present again, the train is unbroken, the esquence perfect.

If my orthography appears to differ from modern usage, the difference is not accidental but intentional. Better to pass a sentence with an unaccustomed word in it, than misconstrue the word.

I apprehend a check to the reception of the subject matter of this pamphlet in the novelty of finality. What will be the confusion, of men ready on the instant to express their own opinions, and whose "fathers have fought and bled" for the right to choose their own religion, when they find that opinion is another word for imbecility, and that religion is as fixed as the stars—that argument proves ignorance on both sides, and that in nature, or in God, in heaven or in hell, in past, present, or future there are no secrets: when they find all this to De beyond their power to dispute, and that their inestimable privilege to "argue the point" is no longer of any importance, what they will do I cannot surmise.

This is the first authorised Masonic writing published since the year 12 of the Roman Notation of Time.

It is published in Soland (middle Island of New Zealand) to fulfil an imperative obligation—a behest.

It is Masonic, but Masonic institutions are now blended with. Speculative Christianity.

It will be estimated only as an attack on existing institutions, perhaps, but it aims at far more than to aid the crumbling of a wreck—it aims to build.

I cannot allude to events which made Masonry a penal secret unless I expose the aim of the Spiritual Hierarchy of the Imperial Power of Rome, and in doing so I place the Priestcraft under ban. But the priestcraft does not include all that is Catholic. Pastors may be as sincere as Protestant Clergy or Episcopalian Ministers. I speak of the "Craft of the Priest" as it was recognised in Holy Orders, and leave the Priesthood alone.

I write only of the Church of past ages, the foundation and growth of the present "Protestant Church of Rome" "By dire necessity, in the Effluxion of Time, the Supreme Conclave has no other resource" (literally worded) but amalgamation. In the year 1784 the whole of the internal economy of the Roman Church was remodelled, and the ban on Freemasonry and heresy removed, in order that "the Church might be placed on a footing with the Progress of Universal Christianity." I do not write a story of Catholicism, but Masonry is so incorporated with the Church that an interlict in the history of one without an interlock in the other would be a citary with every other line omitted.

The Priestcraft were the trained executioners of the orders of the Hierarchy in secret matters, the word does not of necessity include the clergy, who have to win proselytes, and are educated accordingly.

All that is priestcraft or priesthood is arrayed in Orders and Degrees, and every priest is initiated according to his proficiency into the secrets of the Hierarchy. There was the "Order of the Pure" and the "Order of the Assassin." Catholicism is Universality, it embraces saint and sinner.—"The exigencies of the Church demand that every avenue be guarded, every power available, and every resource at hand."

It is, therefore, impossible to include any particular priest in censure without knowing the Order to which he belongs, and in "Prohibited Orders" he dare not divulge his Order.

Catholicism is the most perfectly organised system, except Freemasonry, on earth. One is as near, as opposites can be, copied from the other; but there is this difference—one is possessed of unlimited-wealth, perfect in skilled craft, arts and siences, and conserves the records of the past; the other depends on collecting donations to support a usurpation, and in all education must march with the times. Priests advance nothing, must divert the spread of science, and know no studies but the secrets of the Hierarchy, except by permission, and "with a view to controversy."

The meaning of the word Catholic is universal, only by the proclamation of a Diet. The Americans may give it what signification they please.

Brethren, a lodge of Modern Freemasons assembled in Peace, Love and Harmony, is, partial or complete, a resuscitation from the lost Empire of Greece in kith, kin, marrow and descent. You have become by desire and adoption an Attached Substituted Order of the Guild which built the cities of Ancient Greece, now seen in ruins, and of whose history not a rumor but surmise has come to you. They flourished under Lodge government. The Empire was destroyed. Its people were massacred, (not defending their homes but defenceless), that their destroyers might possess their gold. But the Lodges are not dead, they remain still, perfect as they were when Karnatic Luxor, Balbique, Thyatyra, Thebes, Sondon, and seventy-five other cities held hundreds of millions of inhabitants. But you know nothing of them, and but little of the Order to which you belong, and which they initiated as pleminary. The object of your degrees has never been comprehended except by a very few. Speculative Masonry to you is a pastime, not the serious business of life. You are a crypt in one of two orders, and there are but two. True, there are Indian Orders of Caste and Chinese Orders of Clam, but there are only two which draft their fraternity from the whole population of the planet.' One is fellowship gained by probation in three degrees, skilled craft in seven degrees, University studies in nine degrees, and inductive science, in three degrees. The other is the Church of a mendicant priestcraft^* admitted as postulants by conformation to a physical standard, mental chlorosis, and primordial exet type; are as like as kittens; dwell alone in cloistered solitude by choice; are solus in nate—that is, are born without female in affinity; are even, in rate of number in increase of population, and are employed to found a universal empire under the dominion of a Hierarchy of priests, by inciting race against race, whilst their chiefs consolidate their power and influence in secret.

These are the two Orders which have ruled every event, or its sequence for fifteen hundred years.

Light, right, and liberty; arts, studies and science; lyre, lore, and literature were withdrawn from Europe when the Grecian Empire was cloistered in the Empirere of Delhi. From Homer to Socrates, Greek learning was speculative philosophy, nursed in the fading light of the

^* The priestcraft of Rome are compelled to take the oaths of poverty and chastity as a blind. They are compelled to accumulate wealth, but only to be the hoard of the Church. They dare not accumulate for themselves. Chastity is a "Cajole of Craft" Church Rule supposes the priest to be "Pure in Type", and to be pure is to be hermaphrodite. The Statute of Mendicity forbids a priest from being engaged in any trade, calling or craft other than the Church recognises as "Holy." "The fulness of the Earth belongs to the Church by inheritance," (legalised by centuries of undisputed ritual.)

Note.—Englishmen cannot judge of the extent of the power of the Roman Hierarchy by their experience of the clergy of the Catholic Church. When the fiat has passed, armies must march.

page 8 abandoned Empire. All was entombed in the Dark Ages of the Church. Perkin Warbeck, Warwick, and Luthur broke the enthral, and Modern Christianity is the liberated, bewildered Vestal—a Goddess, in many-colored vestment begging alms in aid of omnipotence.