Not long after I was made an Entered Apprentice, life did what life does and moved the ground out from under me. I relocated to Alamosa — new town, new job, new friends, new everything — and with it came a question I hadn’t planned on facing so soon. What happens
I knew, before I wrote the first word of this blog, that most Masons would raise an eyebrow at it. Freemasonry has a long tradition of discretion, and for good reason — much of what happens inside a lodge is meant to be experienced blind, not read about beforehand. So it’
There’s no way to fully prepare for your first degree. You can read about it, ask around, hear other men speak in vague, reverent terms about “the experience” — but none of that tells you what it actually feels like to be the one standing there, in the moment, with
I didn’t come to Freemasonry through a lecture or a pamphlet. I came to it through people — specifically, through noticing a pattern I couldn’t ignore. Over the years, I kept running into the same quiet fact: some of the best men I knew in my community — the ones