Randy Prozac "Progressive Blackpills" (2019)

Produced by Randy Prozac


THE CANDIDATE by Manly P. Hall

There comes a time in the growth of every living individual thing
when it realizes with dawning consciousness that it is a prisoner.
While apparently free to move and have its being, the struggling
life cognizes through ever greater vehicles its own limitations.
It is at this point that man cries out with greater insistence to
be liberated from the binding ties which, though invisible to
mortal eyes, still chain him with bonds far more terrible than
those of any physical prison.

Many have read the story of the prisoner of Chillon who paced back
and forth in the narrow confines of his prison cell, while the blue
waters rolled ceaselessly above his head and the only sound that
broke the stillness of his eternal night was the constant swishing
and lapping of the waves. We pity the prisoner in his physical
tomb and we are sad at heart, for we know how life loves liberty.
But there is one prisoner whose plight is far worse than those of
earth. He has not even the narrow confines of a prison cell around
Him; He cannot pace ceaselessly to and fro and wear ruts in the
cobblestones of His dungeon floor. That eternal Prisoner is Life
incarnate within the dark stone walls of matter, with not a single
ray to brighten the blackness of His fate. He fights eternally,
praying in the dark confines of gloomy walls for light and
opportunity. This is the eternal Prisoner who, through the
ceaseless ages of cosmic unfoldment, through forms unnumbered
and species now unknown, strives eternally to liberate Himself and
gain self conscious expression, the birthright of every created
thing. He awaits the day when, standing upon the rocks that now
form His shapeless tomb, He may raise His arms to heaven, bathed
in the sunlight of spiritual freedom, free to join the sparkling atoms
and dancing light-beings released from the bonds of prison wall and

Around Life - that wondrous germ in the heart of every living
thing, that sacred Prisoner in His gloomy cell, that Master Builder
laid away in the grave of matter - has been built the wondrous
legend of the Holy Sepulchre. Under allegories unnumbered, the
mystic philosophers of the ages, have perpetuated this wonderful
story, and among the Craft Masons it forms the mystic ritual of
Hiram, the Master Builder, murdered in his temple by the very
builders who should have served him as he labored to perfect the
dwelling place of his God.

Matter is the tomb. It is the dead wall of substance not yet
awakened into the pulsating energies of Spirit. It exists in many
degrees and forms, not only in the chemical elements which form
the solids of our universe but in finer and more subtle substances.
These, though expressing through emotion and thought, are still
beings of the world of form. These substances form the great cross
of matter which opposes the growth of all things and by opposition
makes all growth possible. It is the great cross of hydrogen,
nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon upon which even the life germ in
protoplasm is crucified and suspended in agony. These substances
are incapable of giving it adequate expression. The Spirit within
cries out for freedom: freedom to be, to express, to manifest its
true place in the Great Plan of cosmic unfoldment.

It is this great yearning within the heart of man which sends him
slowly onward toward the gate of the Temple; it is this inner urge
for greater understanding and greater light which brought into
being through the law of necessity the great cosmic Masonic Lodge
dedicated to those seeking union with the Powers of Light that
their prison walls might be removed. This shell cannot be
discarded: it must be raised into union with the Life; each dead,
crystallized atom in the human body must be set vibrating and
spinning to a higher rate of consciousness. Through purification,
through knowledge, and through service to his fellow man the
candidate sequentially unfolds these mystic properties, building
better and more perfect bodies through which his higher life
secures even greater manifestation. The expression of man
through constructive thought, emotion, and action liberates the
higher nature from bodies which in their crystallized states are
incapable of giving him his natural opportunities.

In Freemasonry this crystallized substance of matter is called the
grave and represents the Holy Sepulchre. This is the grave within
which the lost Builder lies and with Him are the plans of the
Temple and the Master's Word, and it is this builder, our Grand
Master, whom we must seek and raise from the dead. This noble
Son of Light cries out to us in every expression of matter. Every
stick and stone marks His resting place, and the sprig of acacia
promises that through the long winter of spiritual darkness when
the sun does not shine for man, this Light still awaits the day of
liberation when each one of us shall raise Him by the grip of the
Grand Master, the true grip of a Master Mason. We cannot hear this
Voice that calls eternally, but we feel its inner urge. A great
unknown something pulls at our heartstrings. As the ages roll by,
the deep desire to be greater, to live better, and to think God's
thoughts, builds within ourselves the qualifications of a
candidate who, when asked why he takes the path , would truly
answer if he knew mentally the things he feels: "I hear a voice
that cries out to me from flora and fauna, from the stones, from
the clouds, from the very heaven itself. Each fiery atom spinning
and twisting in Cosmos cries out to me with the voice of my Master.
I can hear Hiram Abiff, my Grand Master, crying out in his agony,
the agony of life hidden within the darkness of its prison walls,
seeking for the expression which I have denied it, laboring, to
bring closer the day of its liberation , and I have learned to know
that I am responsible for those walls. My daily actions are the
things which as ruffians and traitors are murdering my God."

There are many legends of the Holy Sepulchre which for so many
centuries had been in the hands of the infidel and which the
Christian worlds sought to retake in the days of the Crusades. Few
Masons realize that this Holy Sepulchre, or tomb, is in reality
negation and crystallization - matter that has sealed within itself
the Spirit of Life which must remain in darkness until the growth
of each individual being gives it walls of glowing gold and changes
its stones into windows. As we develop better and better vehicles
of expression, these walls slowly expand until at last Spirit rises
triumphant from its tomb and, blessing the very walls that confined
it, raises them to union with itself.

We may first consider the murderers of Hiram. These three
ruffians, who, when the Builder seeks to leave his temple, strike
him with the tools of his own Craft until finally they slay him and
bring the temple down in destruction upon their own heads,
symbolize the three expressions of our own lower natures which are
in truth the murderers of the good within ourselves. These three
may be called thought, desire, and action. When purified and
transmuted they are three glorious avenues through which may
manifest the great life power of the three kings, the glowing
builders of the Cosmic Lodge manifesting in this world as spiritual
thought, constructive emotion, and useful daily labor in the various
places and positions where we find ourselves while carrying on the
Master's work. These three form the Flaming Triangle which
glorifies every living Mason, but when crystallized and perverted
they form a triangular prison through which the light cannot shine
and the Life is forced to languish in the dim darkness of despair,
until man himself through his higher understanding liberates the
energies and powers which are indeed the builders and glorifiers of
his Father's House.

Now let us consider how these three fiery kings of the dawn
became, through perversion of their manifestation by man, the ruffians who
murdered Hiram - the energizing powers of cosmos which course
through the blood of every living being, seeking to beautify and
perfect the temple they would build according to the plan laid down
on the tracing board by the Master Architect of the universe.
First in the mind is one of the three kings, or rather we shall say
a channel through which he manifests; for King Solomon is the
power of mind which, perverted, becomes a destroyer who tears
down with the very powers which nourish and build. The right
application of thought, when seeking the answer to the cosmic
problem of destiny, liberates man's spirit which soars above the
concrete through that wonderful power of mind, with its dreams and
its ideals.

When man's thoughts rise upon the wings of aspiration, when he
pushes back the darkness with the strength of reason and logic,
then indeed the builder is liberated from his dungeon and the light
pours in, bathing him with life and power. This light enables us
to seek more clearly the mystery of creation and to find with
greater certainty our place in the Great Plan, for as man unfolds
his bodies he gains talents with which he can explore the mysteries
of Nature and search for the hidden workings of the Divine.
Through these powers the Builder is liberated and his consciousness
goes forth conquering and to conquer. These higher ideals, these
spiritual concepts, these altruistic, philanthropic, educative
applications of thought power glorify the Builder; for they give
the power of expression and those who can express themselves are
free. When man can mold his thoughts, his emotions, and his
actions into faithful expressions of his highest ideals then liberty is
his, for ignorance is the darkness of Chaos and knowledge is the light of Cosmos.

In spite of the fact that many of us live apparently to gratify the
desires of the body and as servants of the lower nature, still
there is within each of us a power which may remain latent for a
great length of time. This power lives eternities perhaps, and yet
at some time during our growth there comes a great yearning for
freedom, when, having discovered that the pleasures of sense
gratification are eternally elusive and unsatisfying, we make an
examination of ourselves and begin to realize that there are
greater reasons for our being. It is sometimes reason, sometimes
suffering, sometimes a great desire to be helpful, that brings out
the first latent powers which show that one long wandering in the
darkness is about to take the path that leads to Light. Having
lived life in all its experiences, he has learned to realize that
all the manifestations of being, all the various experiences
through which he passes, are steps leading in one direction; that,
consciously or unconsciously, all souls are being led to the
portico of the temple where for the first time they see and realize
the glory of Divinity. It is then that they understand the age-old
allegory of the martyred Builder and feel his power within
themselves crying out from the prison of materiality. Nothing else
seems worth while; and, regardless of cost, suffering, or the
taunts of the world, the candidate slowly ascends the steps that
lead to the temple eternal. The reason that governs Cosmos he
does not know, the laws which mold his being he does not realize, but
he does know that somewhere behind the veil of human ignorance
there is an eternal light toward which step by step he must labor.
With his eyes fixed on the heavens above and his hands clasped in
prayer he passes slowly as a candidate up the steps. In fear and
trembling, yet with a divine realization of good, he raps on the
door and awaits in silence the answer from within.