I Had a Dream
By Worshipful Brother
Frederic L. Milliken
I had a dream not long ago. And in that dream
I passed to the Celestial Lodge above where I found myself just outside the
Pearly Gates. There was no St. Peter there to greet me but rather a Wayfaring
man with shillelagh and lantern dressed in a cowled robe or tunic with the
hood pulled up over his head. So hunched over was he that I could barely see
his eyes nor his lips move.
“You are a traveling man,” he said
with a raspy voice.
“Yes I am and I guess I have traveled a
long way,” I retorted.
“Can you prove it?” rasped the
“I am sure that I can demonstrate to
anyone’s satisfaction that I am a Master Mason,” I replied.
“Good follow me.”
“Where are we going?”
“To The Celestial Lodge.”
“The Celestial Lodge above, how nice.”
“No just the Celestial Lodge, you’re
As we left I tried to step off but I remained
stuck to my place. The Wayfaring man said, “You think your way along
here. Just visualize yourself following me.”
Sure enough I moved along effortlessly as if on
one of those conveyor belts at the airport.
We arrived at our destination in a flash.
Before us was what looked like colored clouds of red, blue and purple hue,
imprinted on which in navy blue iridescent almost glowing specks was the
Square & Compasses. Is this what neon signs look like in heaven, I thought to
“That’s beautiful,” I said, “but
where is the letter G?”
“We don’t use the letter G up here,”
replied the Wayfaring man. “What the letter G symbolizes is present in the
East. God does not need a symbol when God is. The I Am Who I Am Is Who He
Wow, wouldn’t Bill Clinton have a field day
with that line, I thought to myself.
As we got closer a booming voice queried,
“Who comes here?”
“A traveling man who has passed through the
Pearly Gates,” replied the Wayfaring man.
“Does he have the pass?” asked the
“He has it not. I have it for him.”
“He shall wait until the Almighty is
informed of your presence and His answer returned.”
Within a short period a woman in a lavender
robe with white sparkling star sequins broke through the cloud mass and said,
“You shall enter through the outer door to the anteroom.”
I shot a quizzical look at the Wayfaring man.
Reading my thoughts, he quickly answered,
“We have fully implemented the lesson of the Level here.”
The clouds parted and I wondered if Moses was
on the other side. We entered the anteroom and the parted clouds shut again.
A man was there to greet me and before I could speak he said, “No I am not
Moses, I am Hiram Abiff and I am the Master of Ceremonies here to guide you
through your next degree.”
“I have another degree to take,” I
“Yes my Brother, but first we must dispense
with a few preliminaries, convey some information and then get you prepared.”
Brother Abiff asked for and received all the
steps, signs, grips and words of the earthly degrees by thought. Then he
said, “I must ask you if you will proceed of your own free will and
“I have a choice? “ I asked.
“Oh yes, we can send you back.”
“SEND ME BACK, WHERE?”
“From whence you came, but there will be one
“And what might that be?”
“You will not go back who you were there. You
will start over anew as someone else.”
“Then who will I be?”
“It is not predetermined but as you say back on
earth, it is a roll of the dice. You could go back a new person to China or
Germany or India or Cuba or Uganda or anywhere.”
“And what would I do there?”
“Whatever you choose to do. You see with free
will you always have a choice. Bad choices, however, usually yield bad
“I think I would like to proceed right here.”
“Very well, so it shall be.”
“I have made a good choice?”
“It is not for me to say. One man’s garbage is
another man’s treasure, as the saying goes. As you have probably noticed your
body as well as ours is but an illusion. The best description of what you are
right now is pure energy. As such instead of being unclothed or hoodwinked
you will be powered down so that you can hear but not see.”
“Is this then the 34th degree?”
“No,” Brother Abiff replied.
“This is The LAST DEGREE. Now follow your conductor and fear