My Lifelong Struggle With Freemasons

Henry Makow

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fffm2.jpg(Politics is a shitshow put on my Freemasons. Notice Farage’s feeble attempt at a Triad Claw sign.)


The first obligation of government is to ensure that society isn’t taken over by a satanic cult. Our government itself has been taken over. 
Freemasonry deliberately corrupts and subverts society and makes every non-Mason a second-class citizen.
In a seven-part series, first posted in 2010, Roger Barbour describes how this works at street level. 

Roger Barbour describes his “lifelong contest of wills with a very elusive foe.” 

1. A Youth Learns About Freemasonry (below) 
2- My First Experience of Freemasons
3. Advancement Hinged on a Hand Sign
4. Freemasons Control Local Commerce
5. Outwitting Local Freemasons
6. Freemasonry- Racketeering Run Amok
7. Why I Didn’t Join the Masons


Makow Comment: Ever wonder why so many white men seem so cold and soul-less? Society has been subverted by this satanic cult which literally steals souls, o
ne at a time. Ultimately the conspiracy is spiritual in character.

From Aug. 18, 2010 and Oct 12, 2019

by Roger Barbour
(for henrymakow.com)

As a toddler living in the remote reaches of Oregon, I had limited contact with other children. My closest friend was my dog Trinket.

By age four, my father let me roam freely through the surrounding forests and fields with our trusty canine. Under his tutelage, I attuned myself to the sights, sounds and smells of nature as well as imbibing the dog’s instinct for sensing danger and imbalance. Little did I know at the time that these basic skills would develop into the ability to perceive what was lurking in the minds of those I would meet during my life.

My school years included the normal peer pressures associated with growing up. I quickly learned to avoid certain people and came to understand that there were various social cliques where I was not welcome.

In the eighth grade, I befriended a lad I’ll call Bob G. His father was the caretaker of a very large estate and after school, I’d spend the afternoons helping Bob with his chores.

For some reason I always had the feeling that something was out of balance with Bob’s dad. Although I helped Bob as a favor, his dad never acknowledged my presence and referred to me in the third person. The situation with his mother was somewhat similar and even though she was civil to me, I got the feeling that I was a square peg in a round hole when either of his parents was there.

One Friday, I invited Bob to go skating with me the next day and he told me that his Saturdays were reserved for something called DeMolay. 

Puzzled I asked my dad about this. In my eyes he was a war hero, teacher and sage all rolled into one. That evening, after supper, I said, “Hey dad, what’s DeMolay?”

To my surprise, he seemed to turn into a pillar of salt for about thirty seconds then, he looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Where did you hear that?” 

At that point, I knew for sure I was in for one of dad’s serial styled lectures. 

That night’s introduction to Freemasonry covered the basic aspects of secret societies in general as well as the deleterious reasons for their existence.

Although not a Mason himself, his knowledge of their passwords, signs and handshakes was quite expansive. When I inquired as to how he knew all this “stuff”, his answer made it quite plain that he’d learned it “the hard way”, primarily from being on the “wrong end of the stick” as he put it.

I went to bed with a million thoughts bouncing around in my head. True to fashion, during the subsequent weeks and months, my dad would pick up the discussion of Masonry whenever something we passed on the road triggered his thoughts.

One time he pointed out a window sticker on a car ahead of us and explained that the funny symbol shaped like a golf club with a ball on each side of it was a secret Masonic sign indicating that the owner was a member.

Suddenly Masonic signs and emblems seemed to be everywhere yet nowhere at all unless you knew what to look for. Masonic Temples and Lodges, cloaked in windowless anonymity, melded seamlessly into their environment. Members of the organization seemed to be everywhere; government, the clergy, the trades, business, sports and law.

Each one of them appeared to be the same as any other man unless you could detect the subtle spoken phrases that passed between them or the fleeting, seemingly innocuous gesture.

A simple handshake, if watched closely, seemed to have a completely different meaning when shared between Masons. For the observant non-Mason, the act of a handshake with a member of a Lodge could be quite revealing.

All of this information and more came to me at the ripe old age of thirteen. Further study and reading prompted by events that took place later in my life have given me a measure of insight into what I can only describe as a conspiracy of the grandest proportions.

My eternal thanks to my late dad are in order at this point. Without his insight and his willingness to pass it on to me, I would never have been able to assemble the arsenal of knowledge required to survive in a world where the Masons seem to hold sway.
 
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First Comment from GS-


Thank you for sharing this one person’s personal experience. I have some items to share that may help others.

 1- the so-called freemason that replied in such an indignant manner is laughable, a feeble attempt of damage control. Totally ignoring the esoteric teachings of the Babylonian mysteries taught. 

2- The so-called Catholic replies are also sad out of deep ignorance, nativity or trolling,  ignoring the Knights of Columbus and Jesuits, Knight’s templars are also part of the Luciferian esoteric world of these practitioners of darkness. As a young Catholic lad, I was into the Order of the Rosy Cross 14th degree and am personally experienced in having a demonic visitation of St. Vincent de Paul after one of my ‘spiritual’ exercises. So another attempt to deflect the truth of the Masonic Order and the world of darkness in which they live. 

3- In the ’80s at a military base dealing with a drug dealer too clever to get caught, it cost me my career in trying to get him busted. Out of the blue, a senior Sgt. (E-7) asked me if I was a traveler. I had an excellent rapport with my platoon and had close trust. He told me IF I was a traveler, the ‘issue’ at hand would have been resolved and when CID investigated the lad’s method of demise the investigation would have been closed immediately. 

So murder at all stages of life, local or world stage, is done and covered up. He told me much more but will stop here. When Yeshua quickened my spirit and changed my heart of stone to one of flesh, I knew what Bush meant by thousand points of light. The conversion was instant. Now I was like a kid with a dangerous weapon. I told everyone in my maintenance shop of the evil of the masonic dogs. Then one day attending the funeral of one of our shop hands, all his masonic brothers came out in their aprons and regalia. I did not know he was a mason nor my other co-workers that never revealed any signs, belt buckles, etc. I was stunned! and totally naive. Too late, the word was out I hated masons and all they stood for. I survived 30 years of corporate life by divine providence alone. 

My work ethic, integrity quality of work had to be impeccable in order to survive. It cost me merit raises, promotions and bonuses. However, Yeshua has provided for my family and although not as well off compared to my peers, I’ve learned to be content with a clear conscience and soul. No matter how much truth is revealed those of a dark heart will always think they are good people and will never believe any facts or truth as revealed by those of us that have experienced it first hand. This is a matter of the condition of the spirit. I have a sibling that is a member of the KoC and still does mental gymnastics to justify his involvement regardless of how much truth presented to him. So I love him but leave him be. It will be a matter between him and his creator on that day.

So, thank you for allowing me to share. May many find this anecdote educational and edifying and encouraging to stand strong in the face of all the wickedness around us. And it really is more wicked then the average naive person could ever imagine. I’ve only shared just a sliver.



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