There are secret societies and then there are societies with secrets. The Freemasons, Mechanics, Skull & Bones, Crips, Bloods, and the Klu Klux Klan are all societies with secrets.
You can’t find any information on a true Secret society on Wikipedia because it is just that: a Secret society—an institution hidden from the bright glare of public scrutiny. You wouldn’t even know the name of a real secret society unless you were a member yourself.
A society with secrets, on the other hand, can be identified through a simple Google search. You can find out when these societies were founded, why they were founded, and learn some of the basic tenets of their beliefs. What you will not know for certain—unless you are an active member of the society—is the true meaning behind its symbols or what is being communicated through its rituals, greetings, and formal gestures.
All of these things comprise its guarded secrets, and where there are no secrets there is no power. This is the primary reason why societies with secrets hold secrets. The power is in the secret, and a society losses its allure if it cannot augment the magnetic fields of its individual members. Intensifying the gravitational pull of each member increases the energy current that flows toward the overall society.
Societies with Secrets provide men with social status, a sense of brotherly camaraderie, community, and assistance in solving the mysteries behind the deeper questions of life. A community, in the truest sense of the word, is a collection of people with different skills, talents, and personalities, who share the same code of ethics, beliefs, and core values. All of these elements make cooperation between members possible, and cooperation makes each individual within a group that much more powerful because you have several unique minds that have willfully consolidated into one mind.
I call this the Voltron Effect, where the sum is always greater than its individual parts. If there is no fusion of diverse minds working towards a singular purpose then you have a mixed bag of individuals, not a community. Absolute power is in the community.
If boxing legend Earnie Shavers were to smack you in the face in his prime with each of his fingers spread wide apart, the force would be powerful. However it wouldn’t be as strong as it would be if he punched you in the face. This is because in making a tight fist to punch you he’s harnessing the power of his palm and each individual finger on his hand into a community, which you call a fist.
As I type these words on my laptop I look at the ten fingers on both of my hands and I say to each one of them “Ask not what your hands can do for you, but what you can do for your hands.” Right now they are doing the work in unison to make this post available to you to read.
The Blue Lodge
Societies with Secrets have captured the imaginations of men as far back as recorded human history can recall. When we were little boys our mothers established forbidden zones in our minds that we were not supposed to overstep. The matriarchs placed these restrictions on our field of experience for our own safety and security since we did not have the wisdom and maturity to ensure them for ourselves. This act of love and protection fed our natural sense of inquisitiveness and curiosity, which fostered a healthy preoccupation with secrets as we became grown men.
If I was allowed to, I probably would’ve eaten those Royal Dansk butter cookies in the fancy blue metal pans by myself as a little boy. My mother would let me eat a few, and then place the rest of them on a high shelf in the kitchen that I couldn’t reach, thereby saving me from sugar poisoning.
The denied access made the butter cookies seem tastier to me the few times I was allowed to eat them. Since they were such a rare enjoyment, I would even go so far as to say that they took on a mystique all their own. Of course there were other cookies, but those cookies were different. They were special. Eating them afforded this cookie monster a rare and enjoyable experience which intensified the pleasurable emotions associated with the experience.
Societies with Secrets, in like manner, also give men access to uncommon, yet coveted, experiences. Whether pleasurable or painful, it is the uncommon experiences in our lives that leave the most powerful imprints on our minds. You probably don’t remember the 88,937th time that you took a piss or a shit, but I’m sure that you remember the very first time that you experienced an orgasm, your first kiss, or cashed your first paycheck.
Memorable experiences, whether they are pleasurable or painful, leave a deep emotional imprint upon the souls of those who have them. That’s why they are remembered. A society with Secrets offers its initiate similar experiences.
A man may be preferred for a particular job offer, or receive tangible support for his business, because he either belongs to a secret society or a society with secrets. His realization that his society affords him real benefits in the real world creates an emotional umbilical cord between the developing man and his mother lodge, which is his society.
But what is a society? And what is a secret? In order to find the fundamental, core meaning of any word we must study its etymology, which is a careful examination of how a word has traveled through time changing, adapting, and in many ways, digressing, away from its intended meaning.
A society, by its common definition, is a large collection of individuals gathered together to carry out different functions, and serve different purposes that perpetuate the existence of the society to which they belong. By virtue of this fact, a society is a single organism comprised of many individual parts. The word “society” is derived from the old French word “Societe,” which was extracted from the Latin word “Socius,”which literally means “Companion.”
A secret, in its basic definition, is an object or idea that is hidden from our cognitive awareness. But once a secret is secreted it is no longer a secret. When we trace the genetic root of the word “Secretion” back to its earliest origins we realize that a “Secretion” is a “Secret" that has been revealed.
The first Book of Revelation was a fat, wet, pussy. Pepper pot gangstas love good nookie. The labia minora make up the front and back cover of the original holy book, the vaginal canal is its single page and its secretions are the ink that illuminates The Good Word. What we read, is what we consume, and what consume, is what we eat. I have an appetite for words. A cunning linguist reads to the beat.
The vaginal secretions that flow from a man’s female companion upon sexual arousal are the secrets of a man’s society because they contain the secret secretions, or the secret ions (do some research on negative ions) of his companion, which is what a society originally was, a man’s companion, as I stated earlier.
Just as a society, in its current definition, is a singular entity composed of many elements and many parts, there are many elements and experiences that make up the psyche of a man’s female companion. She can be a remarkable tapestry of beauty, mercy, insecurity, violence, fortitude, vulnerability, imagination, restriction, tenderness, understanding, life and death.
Once you read a book, the book cannot lie to you afterwards, because having read the book, you already know what is in it, and what is not in it. Its content is now a part of you. The more present you are, the more deliberate you are in reading a book, the more you get out of the experience. You will Grow. Don’t skim through the book. Read it carefully. Read it attentively. Take your time. Build your LIBRAry. There is more that I could say, but I’ve already said enough on this matter.
A couple of years ago I was in a botanica talking to an old lady who told me that she is the only real master mason. With a fierce look on her face she explained that within her womb she has constructed the greatest temple ever built, and that is the Temple of Man. All I could do is shake my head in agreement and acknowledge her truth.
As progressive men on a spiritual journey we search for sacred texts, we meditate on matters of the spirit, and yearn to visit ancient temples scattered across the globe. However, some of the greatest mysteries in the universe can be discovered through our companions, who are often microcosms of the macrocosmic answers that we passionately seek. All that we have to do is close our eyes, stick out our tongues, open our minds, and read... Read...Read...