Manly Palmer Hall,
The Lost Keys of Freemasonry — Prologue
(1923)
“ Hiram Abiff, chosen builder of your Father's house, up and to your work. Yonder are the fleecy clouds, theThe Creative Fiat, or rate of vibration through which all things are created. gray mists of dawn, the gleams of heavenly light, and the darkness of the sleep of creation. From these shall you build, without the sound of hammer or the voice of workmen, the temple of your God, eternal in the heavens. The swirling, ceaseless motion of negation you shall chain to grind your stones. Among these spirits of not-being shall you slack your lime and lay your footings ”
