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theworkingtools:

“Striking hearts that have long been cold, this spiritual ray raises them from the dead. It is the living light which illuminates those still buried in the darkness of materiality. It is the power which raises by the strong grip of the lion’s paw. It is the Great Light which, seeking forever the spark of itself within all living things, reawakens dead ideals and smothered aspirations with the power of the Master’s Eternal Word. Then the Master Mason becomes indeed the Sun in Leo; and, reaching downward into the tomb of crystallization, raises the murdered Builder from the dead by the grip of the Master Mason.” Manly Palmer Hall, The Lost Keys Of Freemasonry

theworkingtools:

“Striking hearts that have long been cold, this spiritual ray raises them from the dead. It is the living light which illuminates those still buried in the darkness of materiality. It is the power which raises by the strong grip of the lion’s paw. It is the Great Light which, seeking forever the spark of itself within all living things, reawakens dead ideals and smothered aspirations with the power of the Master’s Eternal Word. Then the Master Mason becomes indeed the Sun in Leo; and, reaching downward into the tomb of crystallization, raises the murdered Builder from the dead by the grip of the Master Mason.” Manly Palmer Hall, The Lost Keys Of Freemasonry

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One day I’d like to just walk in and say to you, “Turn around, drop your pants, and bend over.  Because I’m going to fuck you until your eyes pop out.”

Yeah, like that would ever happen.  LOL







This is the kind of day it is. I come in to work and *KASMACK* I break an expensive TV.

This is the kind of day it is. I come in to work and *KASMACK* I break an expensive TV.






Link Post Tue, May. 22, 2012 47 notes

She's my little kandi raver;: The Raver's manifesto;

fuckyeskandikids:

Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.

You may hate…

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I’m here for this the next two days.   Smell you jerks later.






Text Post Wed, Apr. 18, 2012 8 notes

100 Places I want to see before I die: Number 91

soniyebhangra:

#91: Rosslyn Chapel in Rosslyn, Midlothian, Scotland

The story behind this one is really fascinating so you should all go look it up. 

The Apprentice Pillar 

The Crypt

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Photo Post Wed, Apr. 18, 2012 18 notes

hostilities:

Rosslyn Chapel, December 2007(taken by me) 

hostilities:

Rosslyn Chapel, December 2007
(taken by me) 

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