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Thursday 25 February 2016

The Extraordinary Communications of Sir Mason Goldbrick

The Extraordinary Communications of
Sir Mason Goldbrick. As divulged to a former moderator on Freemasonry Watch's forum.

"I am Ipsissimus"

I build with bricks
of gold.

My apron is
spotless. I hoard the great treasures and resources of this planet, because I
am the chosen one. Self-chosen to be Ipsissimus.

I call darkness
light, for selfishness is goodness in my eyes. Fools scramble to bow at my feet
and fall in, rank and file, waiting for their turn to be blindfolded, deceived,
abused and tested for my missions.

I beg them to
accept every religion, old and new. For in the end, it is I they must accept as
God. I tolerate no rival, especially the one called Jesus. For I am the God of
Rage, of war and destruction. My number is 6 - meaning "hex" for that
is how I enchant and lure the weak and bewildered.

I promise goodness,
charity, and humanitarian aid to the poor. But I build with bricks of gold. My
industry is one of war, merciless and full of boasting. If an enemy does not
exist, I must create one - easy to conquer - so that I may be glorified and
enriched with even greater wealth.

I am heir of the
Great Pirates who once ruled the earth, keeper of the Reis maps, showing that
the world is round. Does our ancient secret amaze you? We were the wise ones
who set up puppet kingdoms, transporting goods from land to land. And warning
men they would fall of the edge of the world if they strayed too far from us.

No one can ever
see my face, knowing who I am. Your very soul is my property, for all men are
as livestock in my eyes.

I am Ipsissimus.
I build with bricks of gold.

- Sir Mason


My Knighthood

When the pirates of
the 17th and 18th century began to influence the British monarchy, some of them
were knighted and named "Sir." This happened because they brought
great plundered wealth into the kingdom and were instrumental in the process of

But in order to preserve their
identities and true intentions, it was necessary to create a network of safe
houses or lodges throughout the empire. New members were recruited into the
external or "outer court" to convey a sense of prestige and powerful
association to medieval crusaders. But the "inner court" always
remained the realm of the pirates. Because they raised and destroyed kingdoms,
they fancied themselves as "builders" or tektonik kraftsmen.

- Sir Mason

Who is Ipsissimus?

Why? I told you. It
means Most High. Let me now tell you a bit more about myself: I appear to be
around sixty years old but I am much, much, older. I am the first great person
to be cryonically preserved. Not cloned. The American method of cryonic
preservation is a total failure because it freezes dead people and hopes to
revive them to life at a future time. But I was frozen while still alive. Do
not be startled. It's not what you think. My scientist guard has perfected the
method invented for me during the Second World War. I was not frozen for years
or decades. But my body temperature is lowered for only a few hours every day.
In this way I can live indefinitely. Of course, only the wise will believe me.

I care not to disclose more.

I was born at the turn of the last
century. I and my brothers were the first embryos to be born of artificial
insemination. Our mothers were virgins. But because Victorian society would not
tolerate such a groundbreaking experiment, it was required that our mothers be
silenced for all time. Jack's sons performed the ripper's conspicuous act. Yes,
it was the Order which gave me life and brought me to the highest rank of
Ipsissimus. Lucifer, created above the angels. Since then, I have vowed to
utterly destroy the Order, although I now lead it.

In the coming months and years I aim
to shift the seat of world finance back to Europe,
where it originally belongs. For the great wealth of America
was given to it by the Royal families and aristocrats of Europe.
But now we have tired of the American state of decadence and moral decline. And
Brussels shall
be the new centre of our future investments. Of course, Americans will object
to all this. And we, in turn, will set them further on their wild goose chase
for an illiterate Arab, in a cave with a can of baked beans.

- Sir Mason Goldbrick


Lucifer King of Babylon

But let me tell you
this: I did not ask to be born of artificial insemination, and reared in
masonic boarding schools all my early life. I loathed such authority, such
wealth and taste, though I was deemed their chosen Horus child. Great men do
bend their knee to me. Yet I hate myself, this world, and all that is in it.

My goal is annihilation of the self.
So great is my contempt for the "worshipful masters" who made me the
fruit of their secret God-experiment. I shall go to hell and be finally content
at last. And many fools will follow, by my offer of pleasure and reward.

Let's stop this repetitious nonsense
about Lucifer being either Venus, Jupiter or another star!

Anyone versed in scripture knows that
Lucifer, the son of morning, is a symbol of the king of Babylon
(or Persia) who attacked Israel and
carried off the ten lost tribes.

I am amazed at the uncouthness of some
postings on this site by so-called masons. Do you not fear being chastised for
your lack of understanding?

Lucifer, the sovereign of Persia and Babylon
is now at your very door, destroying your mighty towers of wealth! But your
eyes are half-closed by the glutton sleep of ignorance.

Jesus, I envy that person. For his
fate or destiny is of utmost good luck. Mine is just the opposite. I am like
the black billiard ball, destined to fall last into the pocket.

I have caused more death and suffering
than any man in history. Do you laugh at me? Yet, despite this, Jesus is the
only one who ever loved me. For his saying is: "If you do not forgive your
enemies, neither will your Father forgive you." Those who will not forgive
me shall be trapped by the bitterness of their own hearts.

I know my fate. It is a dark dream I
have experienced time and time again. When I breathe my last, I shall suddenly
awaken to find my soul trapped in the flesh of Jesus on the cross. I will
writhe in the pain of crucifixion, forever on the edge of time and space. For
his saying is that "he condemned sin in his own flesh."

There is no escape for me. For only
Jesus leaves the tomb; only he walks out of hell. I will forever be trapped in
the singularity of the suffering Christ. It is the eternal loop I can never
escape. But I cannot feel love, not even to pity my own soul. It is the fuel of
God's universe: the soul which I do forfeit.

- Sir Mason


Greetings gentlemen and
ladies, of course!

On this occasion, I
would like to explain to you how I joined the Order.

As a matter of fact, I had no real
choice in the matter. For, as I stated in a previous posting, I was the
experimental Horus child, the first person to be born of artificial
insemination. Since my mother was a virgin, I was destined to attain to the
lofty position of Ipsissimus, created higher than common man.

I grew up in a strict Quaker household
of considerable wealth. There were no doubts that I would one day enter the
Order, when of proper age. On the contrary, my main concern during my
adolescence was how to get out of it!

But after my first sexual encounter,
with my mother's maid, I discovered the hidden beast of pleasure within me.
'Why not Ipsissimus?' a voice inside me cried. And so, after completing my
primary Latin studies, I turned to the macabre. Things grim and gruesome became
my source of pleasure. I need not bore you with magical details here. Suffice
it to say that I did not merely seek to worship the devil, I wanted to be that
very person.

When the day of my initiation into the
Order finally arrived, I pulled the administrating officer to the side and
quietly asked: "Is it true that you allow all religions with your

"Why, yes sir." the fool

"Very well then," I replied.
"I hold the religious belief of the dark sect."

He smiled and whispered into my ear:
"Supreme spirit! Your are mischievous and clever, a person of a special

Yes, all religions are allowed within
the Order. And mine is certainly not to be discriminated against. That would
not be fair, would it?

How odd however, that in the innermost
courtyard of the temple, all members followed the very same dark path as mine.
Oh! secret of secrets. We are not alone; excessive desire for food or wealth!

What's called the Order is nothing
more than a Lion's Club in Detroit
or a Rotary International of American businessmen.

But I dwell 'neath the original Grand
Master's Castle. My hands caress its building blocks like an animal's soft fur.

I sail with fleets
along the shores of Malta,
and am greeted by the local inhabitants. Jerusalem
knows my shadow as I climb the mount of Olives.

I rule Persia with a
clenched fist, yielding laundered dollar bills. Petrol is my weapon of choice.
And what I have built in Babylon
is the way to hell itself - a mighty rocket sled that staggers the imagination.

- Sir Mason


Let's take a spirit-ride, on
the highways of your imagination

Ride with
Ipsissimus to the secret portico of signum. Car is black. Red interior. Times
are out, in three minutes. Don't mock, for the architect of hell-fire, in his
living generation, has but a short time left on earth, according to his
doctors. He has vowed to utterly destroy the Order that made an experiment of
his birth. And it shall be done. The house is divided against itself.

The tone masons convey belongs to the
old days; the golden days of Freemasonry. But the world has changed since the
ruin of Manhattan.
Now, the word to look for and remember is WATCH. What does it mean? Freemason
Watch. Does it mean to shrink back in fear? You are watched. With every move. Megabytes
of information. Your "secret" oath is no longer a closed valve, but
an open instrument. Watched by the authorities, and stored under one name. They
don't like doing it. But they have to. Because the world has changed. Faster
than you were able to assimilate or understand.

So buckle up. Let's ride on the
highways of your imagination. To see the handiwork of Ipsissimus, the architect
of hell-fire. His inner portico is of pure marble, below the earth. Hidden
stairways. Doors of brass. Gates of iron. Its walls are thick, solidly fixed.
Inside is the throne of fire. What kind of fire is this? Hotter than the sun.
Binary fission, fully awake. More than the body can bear. Pipelines push
forward heavy water and gas. To moderate a neutron source for the cauldrons of
hell. Impossible burning. The ruin of the soul. Because space-time is
distorted, and an instant is stretched to eternity.

But on the streets above, the day
unfolds as usual. People go about their work. Nothing noticed, not even a

There is no inner
portico. Not anymore. Only the action of looking and remembering.

- Sir Mason


I am a logician

I am a logician,
not a magician. There is only one miracle to consider in the universe: The
miracle of logic. Why should it exist? Why should there be laws of nature? Why
should thesis and antithesis unite by synthesis? Because it is logically so.
There is no magic involved. Jesus called himself "logos" meaning
universal logic or reason, not a magical utterance. Jesus is God's logic, his
"reason" for existence.

As for the White House etc., I have
met Stephen Hawking and have been trying to convince him to finish his formula
for the collapsar weapon. What is the collapsar weapon? It is based on the next
step after the neutron bomb. Also known as the nuclear black hole bomb (it
sucks, it really does).

It collapses everything within a
certain radius into a small invisible point so massive, it begins to sink into
the earth.

Of course, such a weapon can only be
used once (wisely). But Hawking is currently resisting Ipsissimus, refusing to

Yes, I am a logician, determined to
destroy the house of Luciferians, and their spiritual leader, the demon-king of
It shall be done.

- Sir Mason


A Little Note

Please bear in
mind that I have been undergoing cryonic preservation treatment for several
years now, so I am much, much older than I appear to be. I understand it is
very hard for you to believe it, but the first artificial insemination took
place in 1875. It was the year Madame Blavatsky announced the
"arrival" of the Horus child to the world, and founded her magic
brothel society: Theos of Fist.

It was, indeed, the world's tragedy.

- Sir Mason

The Secret Charter of
the Order

After being
initiated into the Order, I quickly rose to power and prominence. I dare say I
was the darling of every lodge in my district. Pomp and arrogance became my
trademarks. When the common brethren were told of my virgin birth and that I
was the world's first child of artificial insemination, they paid an almost
amorous attention to me, seeking to win favour.

Because the Order allowed all
religions, I immediately sought out other members of the dark sect. How could
we be discriminated against? That would not be fair, would it? Needless to say,
the followers of darkness were the most merciless ones; harsh and severe.
Particularly in their practice of sex magic (today it is known as S & M).
And they were, by no coincidence, seated at the very top of the masonic
pyramid, at the inner court of the Order. The ordinary brethren of the outer
court were always paragons of honour and honesty, for the sake of public
relations and outward appearances. But in the portico within, wild indiscriminate
sexual activity was a matter of course. Ornamental Degrees of Initiation were
dispatched after every re-enactment of mythical rape or abduction. In this way,
the natural guilt of lechery was lessened among the top members; their wild
lust for sodomy was sanctified, with showy certification.

Oddly enough, the doors of darkness
were always open to the lower initiates. But most of them would never dare
enter. How could they? I actually think they refused to believe what was really
occurring among their high superiors. "Are you ready to enter the portals
of Lucifer, the demon-king of Persia?"
we would often tease a novice or new convert. But most of them would merely
shrink in fear and behave quite obsequiously.

I had no time for the foolish person
of soft underbelly in those early days, for my god was my own belly. 'Oh! where
shall I rub my belly tonight?' I would often lament.
In time I discovered that it was blackmail, not honour, which kept the upper
hierarchy tidy and in its right place. This intrigued me, to say the least, and
I soon became adept at the art of extortion of payment in return for silence.
Dealing with lawyers, judges, officers of the law, and even clergymen
(especially clergymen!) became the source of my livelihood. It was sheer magic.
What else could it be?

At last, I concentrated my studies
on the actual structure of the inner portico. 'Why is Lucifer the demon-prince
of Persia?'
I often wondered to myself. Why not Apollo, a fairy king, or even the ground
hog? After laboriously questioning my elders I was finally allowed to see the
authentic charter of the Order. It was a plot, without question. Set down over
five hundred years ago in the Egyptian and Arabic tongue, its purpose would
unfold in two phases:

First, the crafty object was to
infiltrate the West with distinct Persian influences and slowly erode the
Judeo-Christian character of Europe and the Americas. It was a marvellous
working. In the second phase, widespread devastation would occur. Major centres
of commerce would be uprooted and destroyed. The West would be subdued, and
finally conquered by the armies of Gog. And because the outer court of the
Order would completely be occupied by blind sheep eager to hide the blemishes
of their masters' sins, no progress could possibly be made in the course of
true justice.

I commended and praised the ancient
authors of our secret charter. Yet, when I became fully aware of the rude jokes
and witticisms that were circulating about my virgin birth, and my
"loveless" conception, I resolved to take action.

As Ipsissimus, I would add one more
phase to the sinister charter: I would knock the noxious fez caps off the heads
of the elite masters. One by one, I would cast them into the pit that became
known to the world as ground zero.

- Sir Mason


Greetings again, fellow

Shortly before the
war, I was outraged to discover that an unauthorized book had been written
about my secret sex life. It had a sudden and disturbing effect on my emotions.
The culprit was George Sylvester Viereck, the publisher of a weekly paper I
worked with during my days in New
, on Madison Avenue.

Perhaps I was too indulgent with Viereck,
and he took the liberty of disclosing matters that were meant to be kept
private. My first impelling urge was to have Viereck arrested, which I later
did. But as it turned out, my highly sexed way of acting soon became quite
popular; a craze and fad among the youth!

Viereck's book described the most
secret of all rituals ever conducted by Ipsissimus. Outsiders later termed it
"an orgy." But what did they know? The sacred ritual crypt was
prepared for the occasion many days in advance. A muscular black man, stripped
from the waist up, fanned a huge blade of peacock feathers, blowing gently on
the alter of Ipsissimus. On the marble alter lay Salome, totally naked, waiting
for my glorious entry.

Salome, I should point out, was my
female counterpart. Having beheaded John the Baptist, she was deemed the
fitting consort for Ipsissimus. The "Salome candidate" was carefully
screened and selected from various female lodges such as the Order of the
Eastern Star, or the Daughters of the Nile.

When at length, I entered the
antiquated vault, the very earth trembled. I was clothed in a small piece of
black leather towelling, with black leather shoulder straps and silver
ringlets. If my outfit seems familiar to you now, don't be deceived. It was not
the clever idea of a Hollywood fashion
designer. Not by a long shot. It was the original medieval executioner's
uniform of the militant Order of the Ghibbelines.

A whip and a goat-horn mask completed
my splendid costume. Remember me? All knees bowed, and the persons elected to
participate in the dark ritual uttered: "Hail Lucifer." Who else
could I be on such a grand occasion?

Yes, Lucifer and Salome are the
eternal partners of the inner sanctum. The secret tradition has been observed
since the days of the Knights Templar. When George Sylvester Viereck published
our devoted secret in book form, we had no choice but to later punish his
impudence by sending him to prison.

But in the decades which followed, I
realized that I was being old-fashioned because the black leather costume of
Lucifer became a standard prop for modern liberated swingers. Bondage, whips.
Piercing and bleeding. My method of sexuality has now become a very normal way
of having good, clean, adult fun. Yet little do those who follow the latest
fashions know that this vivid tantric practise comes directly from the hidden
crypts of York Rite Freemasonry!

- Sir Mason Goldbrick

The 9th Degree

Today, let's discuss the 9th degree. What's
more tragic brethren, losing faith or losing money? Bullion, of course: the
brick of gold or silver in bulk before coining, or valued by weight. Please
fasten your safety aprons.

Street maker. Along the long and mighty roads
I built, neon signs flash out their prophetic warning: "Save!" they
announce with large letters. Save your souls? Of course not. Bullion. Save one
cent. "$9.99" - how the Number of the Beast is shamelessly displayed
with scorn at every point of sale!

Ah, my Ipsissimus days on Madison Avenue. My
haiku poems for "Vanity Fair." How those publishers and editors had
no choice but to see things my way!

Street Maker. Heart Breaker.

- Sir Mason Goldbrick


Order now, Order new


As some of you will remember, I am Sir Mason
Goldbrick, the first human born of artificial insemination. Being the
illegitimate son of the ruthless Ottoman Madhi, who impersonated a disgraced
Earl before the First World War, I hold the office of Ipsissimus by
inheritance. My real name, from my dark baptismal, is TSIRK SUSEEJ which is
Jesus Christ backwards. I am the anti-messiah, the Jerk Saw Siege. OTO is my
secret space, of paper and ink. Today occult Masonic lodges are declining in
power, hanging, sliding down. And rightly so. Because one hall is a spy against
the other. They gather many books, trace new authors, and discuss how
disagreeable the political involvements of other halls might be.

Ottoman holy men have recently come forward
as terrorists. Sufi brotherhoods, east and west, are under careful watch. And
now Ipsissimus fulfils his high duty and delivers what you have already come to
expect of him: An Offer You Can't Refuse. The major new rumour of the financial
markets is this: "The Euro will rise, the Dollar will fall." Would
you care to invest in the notion? If so, our stock market outlets will
guarantee you the highest returns. We also guarantee you that we will never
trouble you with the boring details of how our excess of returns over outlay
takes place. Think about it. "The Euro will rise, the Dollar will
fall." If you invest in our fun, new rumour proposal, we promise you the
greatest advantages and benefits. Be not concerned that our glossy
corporations, commonly believed to be American companies, are actually multinational
firms. We can cover you and ourselves with insurance, anywhere in the world.

Ipsissimus extends this limited offer to all
who are able to receive it. For those of you who can't read fine print, our
financial outlets are, well, colour coded. Just look for the gentlemen dressed
as the Jerk Saw Sage. We will be wearing red fez caps and Ottoman turbans, but
will make it perfectly clear to you that we are ordinary Westerners. Cowboys
with a great admiration for the crescent sword and the morning star of Lucifer.
Some of us will even go to church, bed or jail with you to prove it. As every
educated Muslim will point out to you, we are the perverters of Islam. False
avatars. But of course, you knew we were only pretending. Putting your kids in
expensive hospitals. Holding parades, and having good fun. With you. Smile and
wink. Read confounding books of perplexity. Remark on how we know not what we
do. But don't wait for every one else to get rich while you drag your feet. Be
first to order our fun, new rumour for the world.

- Sir Mason Goldbrick


The Masonic Black

George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham (1592 -
1628) tried to steal my masonic name.

In the black mass Jesus Christ pronounced backwards
is Tsirk Susej. An archaic name of the English language from an earlier period
of culture, uttered only in the liturgy of contempt. Both of those words
entered the English language as late as the 1600's (origin unknown).

What does "Bucking ham" mean? Jumping
meat! What does it imply about the true religious nature of the British
monarchy? Dark sect? Percolated in unnecessary masonic language.

Tsirk Susej: Warmest, next to man, on a witch's

Sir Mason Goldbrick


My true

As some of you
might have uncovered, Ipsissimus is the 7th Degree Magus in the Order of the

Other titles I
hold (which you will no doubt foolishly question the validity of) are:

Excellent Master

Secret Master

Royal Master

Intimate Secretary

Provost and Judge

Intendant of the

Elect of Nine

Elect of Fifteen

Sublime Knight

Grand Master

Ancient Master of
the Royal Arch

Grand Elect Perfect
and Sublime Mason

Knight of the Temple

Prince of Jerusalem

Knight of the East
and West

Knight Rose Croix
of Heredom

Grand Pontiff

Master ad Vitam

Patriarch Noachite

Prince of Libanus

Chief of the

Prince of the
Tabernacle, Knight of the Brazen Serpent

Prince of Mercy

Commander of the Temple

Knight of the Sun

Knight of Saint

Grand Elect Knight

Grand Inspector
Inquisitor Commander

Prince of the
Royal Secret

Most Puissant
Sovereign Grand Inspector General of the 33rd and Last Degree.

The reason I was
bestowed such a vast array of magnanimous ranks is because I was the first
person to ever be conceived of artificial insemination. My virgin birth was a
secret experiment of the Order. When I was old enough to be told details of the
medical procedure, I was shocked and outraged. I secretly vowed to destroy the
Order that had used my living spirit as its guinea pig.

To add insult to
injury, I was given the most despicable name in the Baphomet rite of my elect
baptism. It was agreed upon by my senior guardians that I should bear the name
of antichrist in the fullest sense, according to the black mass. Raging thirst!
I will utterly destroy, divide the house of Lucifer.

-       Sir
Mason Goldbrick (JSS)


House of Luciferians

I intend to uproot
the house of Luciferians and their secret halls of magic. I was born of a
virgin by artificial insemination and given the most unholy name in English!

Yes, I am Ipsissimus.

They hang on my
every word! The White House, the European Union, world leaders seek my

But mine is an
abused childhood. My true aim is to utterly trample upon the ignoble art of
magic, like a crumpled flatworm. It shall bruise my heel.

Getting even.

~ The Jerk Saw
Seige ~

Sir Mason

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