Showing posts with label Cryptic Rite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cryptic Rite. Show all posts

Saturday, October 12, 2024

‘Cryptic degrees at historic Johnstown’

    
UPDATE: Postponed. Date TBA.

Magpie file photo

Our Cryptic companions upstate have a day of degrees planned for next month. From the publicity:


St. George’s Council 74
Degree Festival
Saturday, November 16
22 North Perry Street
Johnstown, New York

Program:

10 a.m. - Registration
11 - Royal Master Degree
12:15 p.m. - Lunch
1:15 - Select Master Degree
2:45 - Super Excellent Master Degree by Columbian Council 1
4:45 - Cocktail Hour
5:45 - Dinner

Most Illustrious Daniel D. Elliott, Grand Master, will attend with Grand Council Officers.

Register by contacting the Illustrious Master here. $60 per person, which includes lunch, dinner, and pins. (Donations for drinks.) Make checks payable to St. George’s Council 74.


Russell Dickson

The secret vault of St. George’s 74, which is part of the Fourth District, is located in Schenectady, but this will take place inside the stately home of historic St. Patrick’s Lodge 4. I’m thinking of going. It’s about four hours north of the city.

And don’t forget the Most Illustrious Grand Master’s Reception on November 2. The deadline for reservations is approaching. Click here.
     

Monday, December 12, 2022

‘A busy weekend!’

    

Wow! That was one busy weekend!

Actually, I guess it was only the twenty-six or so hours between Friday and Saturday nights, but there were three meetings packed in there.

Scott Council 1 of New Jersey’s Cryptic Rite hosted its Annual Assembly Friday. Not just elections and installation of officers, but a palpable “do or die” night. The grand master wanted to see the officers were proficient in the Opening, Closing, and the NPD form of balloting. Hardly unreasonable, but the atmospheric tension changed a deservedly festive evening into something ruinously uncomfortable.

Had this been my first meeting in Freemasonry, I wouldn’t be back for another. It was like Dean Wormer at Delta House cashing in the Double-Secret Probation. Except we knew it was coming.


The grand master has had the goal of reducing the Grand Council from ten subordinate councils to four. I don’t believe he was elected for that purpose. I’m not aware that he made this a campaign promise. I do know this goal has not been revealed to the membership at large, but only to the hundred or so guys who keep everything afloat statewide. Basically, if you didn’t attend Grand Council’s Annual Assembly in March, and if you’re not among the few who heed the Silver Trumpet, as it were, in your local council, then I doubt you’d have firsthand knowledge of the plans to reorganize the Cryptic Rite in New Jersey thusly.

On our end at Scott Council, we were presented a Hobson’s choice: We would merge with a council twenty-two miles away in an arrangement that would rob us of meeting place, meeting schedule, our money (I suspect that was key in all this), and our name.

The upside? I don’t know. Gaining the wisdom that comes from being burned?

The plan was written in ink before we knew what was happening. No negotiation. No common ground. Just a “join or die” sales pitch that would have created a new council to be another division in the Atlas-Pythagoras Corporation. A perfect deal for them, but we weren’t getting anything out of it—and did I mention we never asked for any of this, that eliminating Scott Council would have doomed Scott Chapter, the Royal Arch chapter with whom we’ve been conjoined since 1860?

I could go on and itemize the various nefarious components of that entire process, but I’m determined to remain positive.

In truth, Scott Council did have one option: to vote down the obnoxious merger scheme, and that’s what we did, to persevere into the future, which is what we’re doing.

Congratulations to T.I.M. Frank, for steering us into the safe harbor of the end of the year, and to new T.I.M. Rob for organizing the team that will see us through the ensuing Anno Depositionis. Everyone did a strong enough job with the ritual to stave off the all-but-threatened arrest of our warrant (ergo the uneasiness in the room), and we’ll have to improve on everything moving forward.

I felt much better the next morning, even though I had to trek all the way back to the same place where my council met twelve hours earlier. It was time for the Biannual Meeting of New Jersey Lodge of Masonic Research and Education 1786! Elections/installation, etc.

Josh Barnett photo

Cheers to Worshipful Master Marty, who led us through a time blemished by the pandemic; to Matt, who served in the South, but now must take leave for personal reasons; and to Mike, who helmed the secretary’s desk. Our new Master is Craig, who was installed by Grand Master David Tucker, himself a Past Master of our research lodge.

Upon receiving the gavel of authority, Craig installed his own officers, something I haven’t seen done since Marco’s day.

Exhibiting the wisdom of Solomon, Craig is letting his veterans do their thing. Matt has planned our visit to Princeton Lodge 38 for January 23, where he and Howard and Scott will show our hosts what a research lodge is all about. I am working on another visit for February, which I’ll tell you all about if it comes together. And I’m arranging an utterly mind-roasting day of Masonic culture for June. Bob is expanding on his John Skene Day for August. Don remains in the West, where he schedules the presenters at our Regular Communications. It’s going to be a great year.

While most present in the room had to race to other installations around the state, about a dozen of us adjourned to the steakhouse around the corner for one hell of a hearty meal.

“May I have a Guinness?” I said at the drinks order. “Small or large?” the young waiter countered. Accustomed to the universal measurement of the pint, I was vexed. “Large, please,” said I, like a confident blackjack player. It took almost thirty minutes, but the kid lurches toward me heaving a glass grail containing what must have been forty or more ounces of the malty medicant. Everyone looked at me like an intervention might be forthcoming.

I was careful to match it with a lot of food, and I downed every drop in an hour. It made no effect on my sobriety; I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. No, it must have been good because we were back in the car and Byron navigated us to Don Francisco Cigars, a smoking oasis apparently very popular with local Masons.

Seated in the back were half a dozen hailing from the several lodges in the area. I enjoyed an El Rey del Mundo (that’s the Honduran El Rey) Robusto Larga—the first time I’ve smoked one of those since I worked for Lew Rothman fifteen years ago. It was great. A little on the dry side, but still a pleasure. They could use ventilation in that place.

After a few hours it was back on the road because my AMD council was holding—that’s right—its installation of officers. I was still stuffed from the steakhouse so I skipped dinner, but Chef Andy served a three-course meal of soup, kielbasa with kraut, and a baked ham the size of a Buick small block. I had fun watching everyone eat while I scrolled through the research lodge installation photos on Facebook.

With both our master and our secretary out sick, Bill saved the night by having printed copies of the ritual in hand. (Come to think of it, he handled our council installation the night before.) There were about twelve of us for the meeting, of whom almost everyone had to exit for the qualification, but it went without a glitch and V. Bro. Nick is the new Master of J. William Gronning Council 83. Huzzah!

I’m done and extremely ready for bed. After driving about 250 miles in the past day, I’m less than three miles from home when I pass some local cop eying the traffic for whoever he can nab. He likes me, naturally. Pulls me over with his George Lucas light show and, with the face of a fifteen-year-old, informs me the light at my rear license plate is out.

I didn’t even know I had a license plate light, so I said to him “I didn’t even know I had a license plate light.”

“Pretty reasonable, if you think about it,” I helpfully added, “because it doesn’t work.” With too much passion in his voice, he also said he thought my car registration had expired. “No sir,” I said, producing the document as a card sharp might flip over the ace of spades to cinch the blackjack hand. He let me go “with a warning.” Twerp.
     

Saturday, November 26, 2022

‘As fervency and zeal cool’

    
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On this date 162 years ago, the Most Puissant Grand Council of Royal and Select Masters of New Jersey and its first three constituent councils took form.

Scott Council 1 is still at it. In fact, we were practicing some of the work several hours ago. And we’re still kin to Union Lodge 19 (see above).

Kane Council 2 and Gebal 3 were euthanized by the Grand Master recently, although Gebal is back on life support. I would think a grand council would move (gilded) mountains to sustain its founding councils, but, ah, not quite.

162 = 3 x 3 x 3 x 3 x 2.

This is a tumultuous period for the Cryptic Rite in New Jersey, and it is hard to predict how much more time the Grand Council has to live. Years of frivolous leadership elected by a shrinking and apathetic membership spell doom.

It is the year 3022 for Cryptic Masons. The Deposit was made. Who in future years will remember it?
     

Friday, April 29, 2022

‘New tartan for the Cryptic Clan’

    

Not to be outdone by the Royal Arch Masons, the Cryptic Rite now advertises an official tartan for its companions. The former revealed its pattern last year, and the latter unveiled its purplish plaid today. From the Cryptic Clan publicity:


We are pleased to offer kilts and other tartan items using our registered General Grand Council tartan, woven in a 13-ounce and 80 percent wool/20 percent cotton blend. In addition to our five-yard kilt and seven-yard great kilt, we have a range of tartan kilt and dress accessories, including fly plaids, flashes, vests, cummerbunds, neckties, bowties, and pocket squares.

There also are ranges of General Grand Council Crest jewelry and accessories available to complete your kilt outfit. We are developing other items using the General Grand Council Crest that can be purchased for yourself, as gifts, or used as awards.

The items are unique to the General Grand Council and are not available anywhere else. The profits generated will be used to support CMMRF and other programs.


Twenty-six orders are needed to start production. Expect three to four months for delivery, but subsequent purchases should come faster.

I’m not a kilt guy myself, but maybe flat caps are in mind for future sales.
     

Sunday, October 10, 2021

‘Ancient Craft Masonry’s completion’

     

It is taught The Word may be imparted only when the three Grand Masters are present, and we had that yesterday—kind of.

It was the very long awaited Tri-State Cryptic Festival at Saugerties, in King Solomon’s Council 31 (at Ulster Lodge 193) specifically, that united the Grand Masters of the Grand Councils of Royal and Select Masters of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts for a full day of important ritual work. MIGM John Gallant mentioned from the Grand East how this tradition is in, approximately, its ninetieth year. Since nine is a significant number in the Cryptic Rite, nine decades sounds good to me.

Gallant was installed only about six weeks ago. Joining him in governing all these Royal and Select Masters were Most Puissant James McNeely of Connecticut and the Most Illustrious Grand Master from Massachusetts. (I have forgotten his name. I’m sorry.)

From left: Massachusetts, General Grand, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, and Vermont.


Also present were M.I. David Schuler, of the Grand Council of Vermont; and R.I. Sean McNorton, Deputy Grand Master from New Jersey. Plus an officer from the General Grand Council joined us—but I’ve forgotten his name as well because I was too stubborn to take notes.

But any of those senior officers would be the first to tell you it’s the degrees that matter, and that advancing these dozens of Royal Arch companions to the completion of Ancient Craft Masonry is the reason for being there.

The three degrees of the Cryptic Rite were worked. The Connecticut companions conferred the Royal Master Degree. The Massachusetts Masons made the new Royal Masters into Select Masters. After a fortifying lunch, the New York team—with most but not all from Columbian 1–conferred the seldom seen Super Excellent Master Degree. (Special kudos to Companion Dave Barkstedt, who deflects praise but who coordinated this complicated worksite.)


The Cryptic Rite confounds the attentive Freemason who requires some clarity in the designs upon the trestleboard because there is confusion in the Temple. For starters, simply for a post-Sublime Degree coherent narrative, these three degrees rightly should be found before Royal Arch. And, as a pair, the Royal Master and the Select Master ought to be reversed.

And Super Excellent Master? Don’t ask. It has no continuity with the previous two degrees as it draws from the story of Nebuchadnezzar, Zedekiah, and Jeremiah. It has a lengthy drama which deserves ritualists with serious acting chops—something we don’t see often enough.

I suggested cutting the cake with a trowel but to no avail.

When I am installed Grand Master of the country I’m gonna straighten all that out. Until then, I hope every bright Master Mason will seek further Light in Masonry by continuing beyond the Craft lodge into the Royal Arch and Cryptic degrees. To paraphrase Bro. Winston Churchill, who was talking about a different sort of education: “I would let the clever Masons learn Royal Arch as an honor, and Cryptic as a treat.”

Speaking of Royal Arch, I believe I’ll take another long drive into the suburbs tomorrow night to see a group of Most Excellent Masters exalted in a chapter, something I haven’t done in a long time.
     

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

‘Cryptic Rite Festival this fall’

       


The Cryptic Rite companions of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts will gather for a day of degrees this October on the Hudson. (This is rescheduled from May 8.)

From the publicity:


Tri-State
Cryptic Festival
Saturday, October 9, 2021
Saugerties Masonic Temple

Royal Master Degree by Connecticut.
Select Master by Massachusetts.
Super Excellent Master by New York.


I haven’t seen Super Excellent since I received it 20 years ago. Looking forward to this!

To paraphrase Churchill, who was opining on something completely unrelated, “I would let the clever Masons learn Royal Arch as an honor, and Cryptic as a treat.”
     

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

‘Cryptic Festival next May’

     
UPDATE: This event has been rescheduled to Saturday, October 9, 2021.



The Cryptic Rite companions of New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts will gather for a day of degrees next spring on the Hudson. From the publicity:


Tri-State
Cryptic Festival
Saturday, May 8, 2021
Saugerties Masonic Temple

Royal Master Degree by Connecticut.
Select Master by Massachusetts.
Super Excellent Master by New York.


I haven’t seen Super Excellent since I received it 20 years ago. Looking forward to this!

To paraphrase Churchill, who was opining on something completely unrelated, “I would let the clever Masons learn Royal Arch as an honor, and Cryptic as a treat.”
     

Sunday, August 2, 2020

‘Cryptic congratulations!’

     
Magpie file photo
Reed Fanning
at Masonic Week 2016
The Most Illustrious Grand Council of Royal and Select Masters (I think that’s the whole name) is said to be the Masonic fraternity with the longest title and the smallest membership. Known as the Cryptic Rite for short, it works a total of three degrees in what we Americans call the York Rite, and yesterday, Reed Fanning was elected Grand Master of Utah.

Congratulations Reed! You very well may become the only Mason who will look good in one of those purple blazers. Have a great year!
     

Saturday, May 5, 2012

‘The Bernie’

  
Monday night was the annual occasion of “The Bernie,” the dinner-lecture hosted by Shiloh Lodge No. 558. In its fifth year, it is formally known as the Bernard H. Dupee Memorial Lecture, and it was instituted by Bro. Matthew Dupee in honor of his father, a very devoted brother who missed only three stated meetings in more than 52 years of lodge membership, and who is remembered as “Brother Bernie,” the happiest Mason anyone knew.

Needless to say, it was a great night. Two hundred Masons filled the large dining room at the William Penn Inn (est. 1714) for a tasty meal, charming company, and an enlightening lecture by none other than RW James W. Daniel, Past Grand Secretary of the United Grand Lodge of England, and Assistant Secretary of Quatuor Coronati 2076, and Secretary of Lodge No. IV… of St. John Baptist Day 1717 fame, among other noteworthy handles. I wish I possessed some of his public speaking skills because he is able to communicate his information clearly while using humor to keep his audience engaged. It was a pleasure to listen to him.

RW James Daniel
His topic was provocative. In the migration of Freemasonry across the Atlantic, we always think first of the export of Craft degrees from the British Isles to the Americas, or of France’s “higher degrees” reaching the Caribbean. Bro. Daniel turned us around to see the transfer of certain degrees from the United States to England in his paper titled “Anglo-American Masonic Relations, 1871-90 (Or the U.S. and Us, 1871-90).”

I especially appreciated his effort to contextualize Masonic doings within the real world outside. It seems to me that many Masons, perhaps because our meetings are tiled, look at Masonic history as the story of something always apart from the world outside, as though the fraternity was a monastic order and its brethren frozen in time, cloistered behind their guarded doors. Of course that is not so; we go to lodge to escape the “concerns and employments” of the world for a short time before inevitably returning to it. Things take place outside that have obvious and lasting impacts on the tiled lodge. (Trust me. Talk to the accountant who completes your 990, or to the insurance agent who did away with your candles.)

Anyway, Daniel painted a picture of Anglo-American relations, and it is not what you might expect based on how things always have been during our lifetime, or even the fact that the American population during Daniels’ timeline was almost entirely descendant from ancestors from the British Isles. “The populations of the two countries were in the habit of disliking each other,” he explained. “Most Americans, when they thought of the British, disliked, distrusted, and sometimes feared them” out of tradition or habit.

Within Freemasonry at least there was one means of conciliating true friendship, namely the sharing of information. Thanks to Freemasons’ Quarterly Review, the magazine started by Bro. Robert Crucefix, Masons in England were able to read dispatches from American grand lodges, even on the unmentionable subjects concerning the Morgan scandal. “In tracing the various publications from the Grand Lodge of New York, we have been much gratified to observe that there is no studied concealment of facts; on the contrary, the Craft is fully informed of the circumstances that led to them, and what resulted,” the magazine reported, helping to change the image of Americans, prevalent among the English, as primitive, unsophisticated louts.

The flow of this information also abetted the sharing of entire Masonic rites. You probably are aware of the importation into England and Wales of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite from the Northern Masonic Jurisdiction during the 1840s, but you might not know other systems of degrees also made the voyage. Of the Cryptic Rite, Daniel shared a statement from the period:

“We cannot but look upon the introduction of Cryptic Masonry in England by an American Grand Council as one of the most important events in the Masonic history of this country tending to not only draw still closer the fraternal bonds that now happily unite the fraternity of the United States with that of our mother country, Masonically as well as politically, and also as being a preliminary step toward assimilating the Masonic systems of the two greatest nations.”

A powerful statement.

Daniel’s presentation was received with hearty applause. Let me tell you it was quite an audience. With Matt Dupee was Tom Jackson, Brent Morris, Ed Fowler, and other VIPs. Aaron, Jan, George, Chuck, and Jerry were among the familiar Pennsylvania brethren. I heard it said the New Jersey contingent outnumbered the Philadelphians! There was Mohamad, Henry, Nick, Rob, Howard (2011 recipient of The Bernie), John, Rich, and others.

Bro. Daniel's Bernie jewel.
Oh, The Bernie! Actually the Bernard H. Dupee, PM Medal for Masonic Excellence. Past recipients are Fowler, Howard Kanowitz, Reese Harrison, Yasha Beresiner, and Thomas Hopkins. And Bro. Daniel joins their ranks.

Presented in tandem with the jewel is a pair of purple socks, a tradition recalling the late Bro. Dupee’s own sartorial statement of individuality. And maybe proper attire for the Cryptic Rite.

Shame on me for not attending previous Bernie dinners. I even was approached about speaking once, but I chickened out and recommended Howard. Obviously that was the better move, but I’m kicking myself. This was a really great night.

Save the date: April 29, 2013 for the next Bernie.


Thomas Jackson and James Daniel.


Bro. Daniel receives the traditional Purple Socks from Bro. Dupee. I have a lot of respect
for Matt Dupee, based in no small measure on his having imparted a valuable lesson
in justice to his grand lodge in a court of law. You gotta respect that. Or at least I do.
     

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

‘Mother Columbian at 200’


It’s official! The bicentennial celebration of Columbian Council No. 1 of Royal and Select Masters, the Mother Council of the Cryptic Rite of Freemasonry, is scheduled for Friday, September 10 and Saturday, September 11, Illustrious Master William J. Thomas announced today.

On Friday, the celebration dinner will be hosted at the Yale Club, located at 50 Vanderbilt Ave. in Manhattan. Cocktail hour at 6 p.m. Dinner at 7.

Cost per person: $80. Make your check payable to Columbian Council No. 1. For mailing address, contact Secretary Christopher Allen at christopher.l.allen(at)gmail.com

Guest speaker: Ill. S. Brent Morris, 33°.

Attire: Black Tie.

On Saturday, Cryptic Companions have the rare opportunity to receive the Super Excellent Master Degree at Masonic Hall, located at 71 West 23rd St. in Manhattan. Collation to follow. Contact R.I. Allen for the specifics on this event as well.

The Magpie Mason is sorry he cannot attend either event. Friday is the celebration of my own Cryptic Council’s sesquicentennial. Yes, it was in 1860 that both the Grand Council of New Jersey, and Scott Council No. 1 were formed. And the Saturday is a busy day indeed with New Jersey Lodge of Masonic Research and Education in the morning, followed by J. William Gronning Council of Allied Masonic Degrees in the evening. There just aren’t enough days in the year!

Graphic courtesy of Jeff at Lodgical.