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Portrait of Manly Palmer Hall 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, the
The 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
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Portrait of Manly Palmer Hall Manly Palmer Hall The Lost Keys of Freemasonry — Prologue (1923)

Then he straightened his shoulders and, taking the trestleboard in his hands and clasping to his heart the glowing Word of the Master, walked slowly away and was swallowed up in the mists of primordial dawn.
How may man measure timeless eternity? Ages passed, and the lonely Builder labored with his plan with only love and humility in his heart, his hand molding the darkness which he blessed while his eyes were raised above where the Great Light had shone down from heaven.
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