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Santa Monica Palisades Lodge No. 307 is a historic Lodge in the heart of Santa Monica, California. Come learn more about Freemasonry and our ancient Craft.


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A Poem After Being Raised to Master Mason

Greg Cherry

While digging though some old files this week, I stumbled upon a piece that I had written on June 20, 2007, which is the same date that I was raised to Master Mason in Santa Monica-Palisades No. 307. They were my thoughts on the degree, at the end of a very long evening. I believe I shared this on our community forum at the time, but I would like to share it again here:

During my process of going from a candidate to an Entered Apprentice, I  was asked many times why I wanted to become a Mason. I answered because of family ties, because of the history, and the fraternal bonds, which were all true.  But the real deep down answer, which I never said at the time, was for the secret. Masons all know a secret, and I wanted to be a part of that, to know that secret.  And now that I have been a part of it, I see what the secret is.  

In my opinion, the secret is the secret itself.  It is what drives those outside of the lodge to create conspiracy theories and other myths to explain who we are. It is the secret that forges such strong brotherhood amongst those in the know. It obligates men to attend the funerals of other men they may have never met before. It is the secret that urges men to dedicate themselves so selflessly to the act of coming to the Lodge every week, and to memorizing 10-page scripts of esoteric passages. After experiencing this ritual tonight, I see now that the secret has barely even revealed itself to me.

On that note, I wrote a poem: 

The Secret


What was the thought that came to mind

When led into the Temple blind

Did I fear the path ahead

Or did I trust the hand that led.


And what objects came to sight

When brought from darkness into light

I looked beyond what I could see

Into the depth of history.


I saw a secret come to pass

That formed like truth from shapeless mass

To rise above us in the East

And fill the lodge fraternally.


To ancient men who worked in stone

Upon whom heaven’s light has shone

From every man who learns the sign

The secret links the chain of time.


For every brother that we make

An obligation he must take

To end his life should he reveal

The secrets we strive to conceal.


And in this secret we shall learn

The truth that bound like fire burns

And in this secret we shall see

This brotherhood eternally.


For those who have yet to complete the 3rd, I highly recommend it. It is a secret worth pursuing, and a path worth following.  Several weeks ago, a challenge was laid out to us, as the younger generation of Freemasons, to write out our thoughts, to record them in open forums such as this.  I took that to heart, and I hope to see a greater effort from all of us for reflection and the preservation of new ideas.