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Writer's pictureMichelle Hayman

Freemasons and the Whisper of Lucifer


In the dim recesses of secret lodges, where the air is thick with whispers and shadows dance on ancient stone walls, the Freemasons gather. Their rituals, steeped in centuries-old tradition, evoke a sense of mystery and power. But beneath the solemn oaths and cryptic symbols lies a chilling question: Do these men, garbed in their ornate aprons, unknowingly pay homage to Lucifer?


As the candles flicker and the incense smoke curls through the room, a palpable tension fills the air. The Freemasons, with their hushed chants and precise movements, believe they are connecting with the enlightened spirits of the past. Yet, behind the veil of their esoteric practices, a darker presence lurks. Lucifer, the fallen angel, the bearer of light turned prince of darkness (Baalzebub) watches from the shadows, his influence subtly woven into the fabric of their rites.


The all-seeing eye, the compass and square, the blazing star—all symbols revered by the Freemasons. Imagine the horror if some of these men of honor and brotherhood discovered their rituals, designed to bring them closer to divine wisdom, were actually drawing them into the thrall of the deceiver.


In the deepest chambers of the lodges, where only the highest degrees tread, the atmosphere grows even more foreboding. Here, the light of truth is dimmed, and the line between good and evil blurs. The rituals become darker, the symbols more arcane, and the whispers more insidious. The Freemasons, in their quest for enlightenment, may find themselves standing at the precipice of damnation, with Lucifer himself extending a hand to pull them into the abyss.


Every handshake, every password, every secret gesture—what if they all lead back to one dark entity, laughing in the void, feeding on their ignorance? The Freemasons, with their solemn faces and steadfast hearts, might be the unwitting puppets in a grand cosmic play, orchestrated by the master of lies.


So, as the night deepens and the candles burn low, the Freemasons continue their ancient dance. Oblivious to the true nature of their devotion, they walk a perilous path. The shadow of Lucifer looms large over their gatherings, his presence felt in every darkened corner and whispered secret. The brotherhood stands united in their pursuit of light, but in their midst, the prince of darkness bides his time, waiting for the moment to claim their souls.



Artwork by Michelle Hayman

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