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- by Bro. Manly P. Hall -

Hidden in the depths of the unknown, three silent beings weave the endless thread of human fate. They are called the Sisters, known to mythology as the Norns or Fates who incessantly twist in their fingers a tiny cord, which one day is woven into a living garment. Known as the robe of the Blue and Gold to the Masonic brethren.

Three Fates weave the threads of this living garment, and Man himself is the creator of his Fates. The triple thread of thought, action, and desire binds him as he enters or seeks admittance into a tiled lodge. Later, this same cord is woven into a garment whose purified folds clothe the sacred spark of his being.

We all like to be well dressed. Robes of velvet and ermine stand for symbols of rank and glory; but too many ermine caps have covered empty hearts, too many crowns have rested on the brow of tyrants. These are symbols of earthly things, and in the world of matter, are often misplaced. The true robe of the Master Mason is not of the earth; for it tells of his spiritual growth, his deeper understanding, and his consecrated life.

There is another garment without a seam which we are told was often worn by the ancient brethren in the days of the Essenes. This one-piece garment is the spiral thread of human life, which when purified by right motive and right living, becomes a tiny thread of golden light, eternally weaving the purified garment of regenerated bodies. Like the white of the lambskin apron, it stands for the simple, the pure, and the harmless. These are the requirements of the Master Mason, who must renounce forever this world's pomp and vanity, and seek to weave the simple one-piece robe of the soul which marks the Master, consecrated and consummated. This robe is woven out of the actions of our daily lives, each deed weaving into the endless pattern a thread, black or white, according to the motives which inspired our actions. As the Master Mason labors in accordance with his vows, he slowly weaves this spotless robe out of the transmuted energy of his efforts. It is this robe of white which must be worn under the vestments of state, and whose spotless surface sanctifies him for the robes of glory, which can be worn only over the stainless, seamless garment of his purified life.

When this moment arrives and the candidate has completed his task (when he becomes purified and regenerated to the Altar of Wisdom), from him pours forth streams of light, and a great aura of multicolored fire bathes him with its radiance. The sacred flame of the gods has found its resting place in him, and through him renews its covenant with Man. He is then truly a Freemason, a child of light. This wonderful garment is of the highest qualities of human nature, the noblest of ideas, and the purest of aspirations. Being made possible only through the purification of body and unselfish service to others in the name of the Creator.

When the Mason has built all these powers into himself, there radiates from him a wonderful body of living fire. This is the Robe of Glory, the garment of Blue and Gold shining forth as a five pointed star of light. Man is then indeed a son of God, pouring forth from the depths of his own being the light ray which is of the life of Man striking hearts that have long been cold. This spiritual ray raises them from the dead. It is the power which raises by the strong grip of the lion's paw. It is the Great Light which, seeking forever the spark of itself within all living things, reawakens dead ideals and smothers aspirations with the power of the Master's Eternal Word. Then the Master Mason becomes indeed the Sun in Leo; and, reaching downward, raises the murdered Builder from the dead by the grip of the Master Mason.

As the sun awakens the seedlings in the ground, so this Son of Man, glowing with the divine light, radiates from his own purified being the mystic shafts of redeeming light which awaken the seeds of hope and truth and a nobler life.

Man is a god in the making, and as in the mystic myths of Egypt, on the potter's wheel, he is being molded. When his light shines out to lift and preserve all things, he receives the triple crown of godhood, and joins that throng of Master Masons, who in their robe of Blue and Gold, are seeking to dispel the darkness of night with the triple light of the Masonic Lodge. Ceaselessly, the Norns spin the thread of human fate. Age in and age out, upon the looms of destiny are woven the living garments of God. Some are rich in glorious colors and wondrous fabrics, while others are broken and frayed before they leave the loom. All, however, are woven by these three Sisters - thought, action, and desire - with which the ignorant build walls of mud and bricks of slime between themselves and truth; while the pure of heart weave from these radiant threads garments of celestial beauty.

Do what we will, we cannot stop those nimble fingers which twist the threads. But, we may change the quality of the thread they use. We should give these Three Eternal Weavers only the noble and the true, so that the work of their hands will be perfect. The thread they twist may be dark with the uncertainties of life. But if we resolve to be true, we may restore its purity and weave from it the seamless garment of a perfect life. This is Man's most acceptable gift upon the altar of the Most High, his supreme sacrifice to the Creator.

posted in the Oct '99 Trestleboard of Amity Lodge #472 A.M. & F.M.
West Chicago, IL
by J.W. Bro. Ronald Petrzilka