The Passion and Resurrection of the Moorish Hiram

What is become of that Mighty Moorish Empire whose
judicious administration once directed the affairs of the World and the Seven
Seas? That Sovereign Governance that reigned supreme for over a thousand years,
whose genius and perspicuity ushered a somnambulistic Medieval Europe through
the precipitous shadows of Dark Ages into the illumined twilight of the
Renaissance? Little now is remembered of her monumental cultural achievements
and vast erudition. How could such a magnificent legacy vanish so thoroughly,
almost without a vestige?



It appears that someone has taken great pains to
systematically obliterate our chronicles from the hallowed memoirs of classical
Western civilization? So we began this serious inquisition. Why are the
prolific records of the contributions of our dusky ancestors relegated to
virtual obscurity? Why the cumbersome shroud of secrecy? Initially, every
inquiry into our mysterious past seemed to lead to a cul-de-sac. Soon, almost everywhere
we began to detect an odor of villainy. So we intensified our efforts and
commenced excavations wherever we caught a whiff. Alas beneath layers of metaphor and cryptic
archeological equivocation, we discovered in the shallow graves of Western
academia fertile remains of our beloved Moorish ancestors, the ancient
Master-builders of world civilization!



How wonderfully ironic, that the adversary in his
hysterical attempt to suppress and mask the truth our glorious heritage,
unwittingly scattered about such valuable forensic traces. Our exertions have actually
been rendered easier thanks to the fastidious efforts of our antagonists. Alas,
this is the Aquarian Age. The auspicious season had dawned and the Resurrection
of the Moorish Hiram is become a manifest inevitability. Already the ancestors
are speaking unto and through us words of power. They whisper of Alchemy, of
lost Hermetic sciences, of mystical words possessing the puissance of restoring
the sick and even r