Roger Barbour – for Henry Makow.com September 2, 2010
My business ventures during Florida’s building boom eclipsed the sum of everything I had attempted so far. Experience dealing with the Masons enabled me to engage them in a form of guerrilla warfare.
The strategy consisted of infiltrating their ranks, and gaining their confidence to a point where they were reasonably sure I was one of them. This began to have a “snowball effect” and before long, I found myself getting referrals from within their fraternity.
This dangerous game required tact and total attention. It could be nerve wracking. At the slightest hint of suspicion, I would quickly make myself scarce. Discussions were limited to business sidestepping a “Masonic word game” which could out me.
I was able to provide gainful, lucrative employment to several good men who had no Masonic ties.
As with all good things, my decade in the “Sunshine State” reached its conclusion. Amid the waning economy of “W’s” second term, I reviewed my situation, liquidated my real estate investments and moved on to greener pastures before the bubble burst.
The exit strategy included a contract to transplant a production facility to the heart of South Carolina’s “Bible Belt” where Freemasons rule supreme.
Knowledge that my destination was about to become a “real estate hot spot” exacerbated my proclivity to jump from the frying pan into the Masonic inferno. While fulfilling my contract, I used every spare moment to research the area’s land offerings and it became apparent that development was rapidly approaching. Major road widening and bridge renovations were underway.
By job’s completion, I had chosen the ideal tract of land, struck a deal and paid for it with the proceeds of my sales in Florida.
Anticipating immediate ostracism by the Masons, I took several steps to avoid disaster. The first was to apply for my maritime pension to provide a comfortable income without reliance on sources controlled by the Masons. The second was to engage an out-of-state, non-Masonic contractor that I knew and trusted to furnish and erect a building under my direction.
My detractors erroneously assumed I was attempting to establish a repair business. This notion set the stage for my introduction to the “locals” and soon, the initial flow of “customers” approached like an ink cloud concealing the tentacles of a Masonic octopus.
Tasked as inquisitors, members of a local “Blue Lodge” filtered in to glean information about my intentions and conduct a “threat assessment” to local Masonic businesses.
Their faltering, inept attempts at spying were both obvious and laughable. Predictably, the “upper Masonic echelons” had employed their lesser counterparts, sometimes called “Porch Masons”, to handle the dirty work.
Meanwhile, the “Masonic elites” gathered in their lair to ascertain how I had commandeered of a key piece of real estate without their blessings and to formulate a plan to disenfranchise me.
So the battle continues. My trusty “For Sale by Owner” sign graces the fence, a colorful ad campaign flows across the web and I patiently await the resurgence of the real estate market.
Meanwhile the neighbors maintain their watch, cataloging visitors to my shop and making regular reports to their Masonic masters. Those found guilty of consorting with me face castigation and are directed to take their trade elsewhere.
This is a Godsend because I am now free to devote my time to development projects for a select clientele while the world of the Freemasons remains outside my gate.
During the course of my life, I have wasted a disproportionate amount of time grappling with the Freemasons.
I strongly encourage skeptics to examine the plethora of information readily available on the web and the multitude of publications on this subject. Relate what you read to your own life experiences. Perhaps in doing so, you will find answers to some of the confounding events that have directly affected your life in business, law and the workplace.