The Double-Headed Eagle: “The Great Work”

The Double-Headed Eagle: “The Great Work”


The double-headed eagle: “the great work”


“The Sun is its father, the Moon is its mother, the Wind has carried it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth.”

The Double-Headed Eagle is a symbol dating back to ancient cultures such as the Egyptians, Babylonians, etc. The oldest such motif ever discovered was found in Jiroft, Iran and dates back to 3000 B.C. The symbol is known to have esoteric and alchemical connotations. The image on the right is from an old manuscript called Secret Symbols of the Rosicrucians of the 16th and 17th Centuries” and, as you can see, it also displays three alchemical glyphs for “Salt, Sulphur, and Mercury”. This symbol relates to the alchemical regeneration and transmutation of the “soul personality” in the individual: a spiritual alchemical awakening process that can only be integrated by upright living. The double-headed eagle is also known as the “phoenix, the bird of resurrection”. This mythical bird was said to live up to 500 or 1000 years. The phoenix was known as the Swan of the Greeks and the Eagle to the Romans. According to the ancient mystics, this bird was the symbol of the immortality of the Soul, one side Feminine (Left) relating to the Moon, the other Masculine (Right) relating to the Sun, representing the duality of the Spirit and the Soul, the Ba and the Ka of the Egyptian, and Eros and Psyche of the Greeks. In the words of Hermes Trismegistus:

“The Sun is its father, the Moon is its mother, the Wind has carried it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth.”

The union between these two dualities produces a spiritual awakening and an alchemical reaction within the soul personality of the individual. In the 16th century Rosicrucian manifestos, this is referred to as the “Alchemical Wedding” which is the alchemical Magnum Opus or the Great Work. The Rebis image from the book “Theoria Philosophiae Hermeticae” by Heinrick Nollius explains this union of opposites. You will find familiar Masonic emblems being held by the “Great Hermaphrodite”. In Freemasonry, the symbol of the 18th degree of the Scottish Rite is the pelican or the eagle. The Hebrew masculine noun “רחם” means “a kind of vulture or Pelican”. In fact, the name Abraham contains this very reference: “Ab” meaning “Father” and “Raham” meaning ”Pelican”. The name of Abraham correlates to an alchemical implication where Abram means “exalted father or sublime”. The major character of the Blue Lodge Degree Hiram in Hebrew means “Exalted Brother or Sublime”. These symbols and rituals, as well as the characters, are allegorical. They held that initiation elevated the soul from a material, sensual and purely human life, to a communion and celestial intercourse with the gods. The Three alchemical symbols “Sulphur, Salt, and Mercury” pertain to the three Degrees of the Blue Lodge.

In the words of one of the Church Fathers of Christianity Clement of Alexandria:

“Let us consider the strange sign which takes place in the East, that is in the districts near Arabia. There is a bird which is called the Phoenix. This is the only one of its kind, and lives 500 years;  and when the time of its dissolution in death is at hand, it makes itself a sepulcher of frankincense and myrrh and other spices, and when the time is fulfilled, it enters it and dies. Now, from the corruption of its flesh, there springs a worm, which is nourished by the juices of the dead bird and puts forth wings. Then, when it has become strong, it takes up that sepulcher, in which are the bones of its predecessor, and carries them from the country of Arabia as far as Egypt until it reaches the city called Heliopolis, and in the daylight in the sight of all it flies to the altar of the Sun, places them there, and then starts back to its former home. Then the priests inspect the registers of dates, and they find that it has come at the fulfillment of the 500th year.”

It is said that the Pyramid of Giza stems from the word phoenix. This bird is said to derive from the  name of the biblical character Enoch. The Pyramid is reputedly known as the “House of Enoch”. The word “pyramid” comes from the Greek “Pyramis” and “Pyramidos”. Pyramis may relate to the shape of the Pyramid whereas Pyramidos has been translated to “Fire in the Middle”. In Egypt, the Pyramid is called “Mer”. Some scholars believe it was called Per-Neter or “House of Nature or House of the Gods”. In Phoenician, it is Purimiddoh which means “light measures” and even in Hebrew the word “Midah” means “measure”. Moreover, the Greek word Pyramis is related to the pointy topped wheat cakes of the Egyptians because of its cone-like shape and its similarities to the Benben capstone that was once located on top of the pyramid. Curiously, the Egyptian word for Phoenix is “Bennu”.

“Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.”

Written by:

Bro. Rene Perez, 32°

A Brotherhood of hearts

A Brotherhood of hearts


A Brotherhood Of Hearts

From my modest position within the Lodge and alongside my Brothers, I had the chance, despite the constraints of life, to evolve at my own pace in an environment conducive to personal and collective growth. And to witness that there is indeed an understanding that the more we are rooted in the love for the Divine and our country, the more we are willing to embrace each other.

The strength of Freemasonry lies in the cohesion of its members. Only, in Masonry, this union is not the result of an imposed discipline. It arises from an initiatory experience that binds us. It is, therefore, of the utmost importance to strengthen the fraternal bonds that unite all Masons.

It is not always easy to modify one’s thinking. At times, it requires us to step back from our deeply held beliefs and listen. We have to accept that our Brother may not fit into a perfect box and recognize that there are others, different, but each having just as much reason for being.

This inclusion of people who have come from elsewhere and whom we have accepted as Brothers generates feelings of wellbeing. These feelings are reassuring and make us realize that all men, whoever they are and wherever they come from, are our Brothers. This makes me optimistic for the future of our Craft.

Could this awareness help us all become a little more human and fraternal?

The “Brotherhood of Hearts” offers avenues for reflection, commitment and concrete actions.

This notion of fraternity supports a new ethic for the good of the human race: an ethic that promotes laying an improved foundation for our relationships with other men and with the Divine.

The ethics of our relationships with other men must be expressed in a simple principle, that of solidarity. It is a question of reawakening the strong sense of community, in which humans feel responsible for the wellbeing of all and will stamp their daily actions with the mark of this solidarity.

There remains our ethics with the Divine, that is in us or above us, according to the religious convictions of each. These questions of religious diversity and acceptance within Freemasonry will be the subject of an upcoming conference in Spring 2024.

Yet another question torments me: How do we explain that this beautiful word “fraternity” remains absent in public debates? It is a more delicate topic for public figures to cover than those of freedom and equality. With fraternity, we speak to the heart and not only to reason. There is also a spiritual dimension which stems from its religious origin.

Through my Brothers, I was fortunate to learn that fraternity is, first of all, about the individual.

For me, the discovery of otherness goes through the individual. The embrace of an individual creates an invitation to adopt ethical behavior because each person is unique; every person carries a uniqueness that commands respect. Ethics arise from this encounter.

The structure of the Masonic Lodge encourages fraternal behavior. The positive feelings of a young initiate towards his Brothers is quickly transformed, if he makes an effort, into true fraternal bonds. But this transformation is not instantaneous. Time must act for the links to be established.

The bonds thus created will bring us closer to each other. We will no longer be strangers because we will have taken the time to get to know each other.

In Masonry, we are accustomed to giving a measure to all things and to rejecting dogmas. The Masonic fraternity, like all institutions, has its own limits.

These limits depend on the sincerity of our commitment. Masonry provides and man disposes: all are free to progress, but everyone is also free to accept or refuse the wealth offered to them. Everyone is free to collaborate and contribute to the common heritage of mankind.

A Lodge is what we make it. Every Brother is responsible for what it will become through their positive or negative participation. Act in the interest of all and work to create an ideal environment. We must bring to receive, continually question ourselves to maintain the initiatic nature of our approach, remember that our pride is to create unity in diversity and, to do this, use the language of the heart, persevere in our approach and use the tools we were given to help us uncover the truth.

The radiance of the Lodge lies in our will to persevere in the search for knowledge. To remain humble, to subdue our passions, not to demolish but to transform and build, not to judge but to love, to act for the good of all. We will inherit the Lodge we will build, so too we will inherit the world we will build.

To act in this spirit, the “Brotherhood of Hearts” must remain our act of faith to give purpose to our endeavor. The success of our project at the service of human fraternity depends on the active participation of each Brother.

So Mote It Be!

Written by:
Bro. Anis D. Okbani

Bro. Okbani is a proud New York Mason, member of Anchor Astoria Lodge no. 729 and Cornucopia Lodge no. 563, Queens District, 32° Scottish Rite Mason, Member of the Royal Arch Masons, and also a proud member of the Shriners. Anis Okbani’s fellowship is enjoyed by many brothers at several Grand Lodge and District social events as well as charitable endeavors.

My Brother

My Brother


My Brother

The bond between freemasons

At the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic, I had the opportunity to become very familiar with an older Brother in my Lodge. The relationship began when he requested my help taking him to his doctor’s appointment and returning him to his assisted living home. I expected it would take up to one hour to fulfill this request. Since the outbreak of COVID-19, I began working from home and had extra time. I thought that dedicating an hour or two of my day to assist this Brother was the least I could do to help. The “fun” began with a bit of an adventure when I picked up my older Brother. I drive a pickup truck, which is higher off the ground. Getting him into the truck was a challenge for both of us, but we managed to get him in safely. Right foot here, left cheek there (I cleaned up his words), and in he went. The doctor’s office was a mess of paperwork and insurance issues. I offered to help, but my Brother soon had everything under control.
WB Denis Funseth

After his name was called, I waited and waited. I used the time to take care of some work-related tasks, such as answering emails and making phone calls, but I could not help but wonder how it would affect my work schedule. A short hour later, my Brother was ready to go. The day was not done yet, he needed to buy a few things at a durable equipment store. Socks and a cane, I am trying to remember exactly what he needed, but they did not have anything on his list. He was not entirely done yet. Next, we then went grocery shopping.

I helped him as he picked the right peaches, looked for the hot cocoa he always bought, and rummaged around the store. We received unwanted attention as he struggled maneuvering his walker through the tightly packed displays. One man behind us made a disrespectful comment. Still, with a gentle voice, I turned and asked that he show some respect for the man I was accompanying, who was a veteran, and my Brother Mason. At that moment, I realized there was no other place in the world that I would rather be than helping my Brother with these simple tasks of life. We finished his shopping trip, complete with  confusion at the self-checkout. We laughed together instead of me trying to hurry him along. An employee came over to help, and we got her laughing too.

We were about three hours into the day by this time, and it was lunchtime. I suggested we get lunch; he said okay but insisted on treating me. I told him he gets to pick the place then. He chose Ted’s Hot Dogs, A good choice since it was very early Spring, sunny, and brisk and the hot dogs of summer did not yet start. Due to the pandemic, it was drive-through only, and the line was long since they did not have an official drive-through. I used the quiet time to ask him about our Lodge when he was my age. He shared fond memories of parties with bands and dancing; everyone brought their entire family. He spoke of good times and bad at Blazing Star. He encouraged me to keep pushing to get our Lodge back to the glory of those days when young men became Masons, Masons filled the seats, and all enjoyed Fellowship, Brotherhood, and the wonders of Masonry.

He reminded me that Masonry and our Brothers are worth the time and effort.

We finally got our foot-longs and fries, but he realized he had forgotten his wallet. Despite this inconvenience, we found an empty parking lot to eat and relax. We talked about various topics and mostly enjoyed each other’s company. As we finished our meals, I asked him, “What else can we do?” Initially hesitant, he asked if we could go to his house to pick up a few essential items. Without hesitation, we were on our way.

When we arrived at his house, I noticed his usual happy demeanor had changed. I assumed he was feeling overwhelmed with memories of his recently deceased wife. He mentioned that his daughter had moved some furniture around and that “things were not where they should be.” We talked about past holidays spent there, his children, and other subjects, but then he stopped and just looked around silently. With his back to me, he said, “I don’t think I’ll be coming back here anymore.” I reassured him that he would when he felt stronger, and it would be sooner than he thought.

Reassured, he gathered his essential items (a tube of toothpaste and a candy bar). He said he would like to return to the assisted living home now. The conversation on the way back was quiet and slow. I can only speak for myself, but I believe we both wanted something more to do, an excuse not to return to the “daily” of our individual lives. Nevertheless, the day was over, and we said our goodbyes. I was honored when he called me again a month later to take him to the same doctor. It was not as much of an adventure, but we could share valuable time together again. After getting cleared by the doctor, he soon returned to nursing care.

WB Denis Funseth's Gavel

I called him and talked on the phone for about 30 minutes. He told me how much he wanted to get back to Lodge and to be sure to relay his “hellos” to everyone. I assured him I would pass on his well-wishes and that I would pick him up for Lodge and take him home when he was ready. We said our goodbyes and agreed to talk again soon.

A few weeks later, I received the sad news that he had passed away. I could not help but wish I had called him again, but I was always too busy. I realized that if it were not for that first “favor” I did, I would not have really known my Brother.

This experience touched something inside me that makes me want to do better for each of you, and even for the men who are not yet Brothers. I hope that a Brother will one day drive me around aimlessly. The favor I did for him turned into a fantastic life lesson he gave me. I learned never to wait, be there for my Brothers, and jump at the opportunity to help or make a simple visit. I hardly knew him when I agreed to help him that first day, but now I can thoroughly say he truly is my Brother.

I want to know each of you as my Brothers. Saying we are Brothers is not enough; I want to know that if I were to pass away tomorrow, you would shed a tear and that I would do the same for you. The true goal is not the tears that fall for a lost Brother but to form a strong bond of Brotherhood while we are still together. When a Brother passes, the heart empties and the tears that fall are a testament to the depth of our bond. Fortunately, we have each other to rely on in the wake of loss. The First Degree prayer in Psalm 133 reminds us to live in unity, work towards a common goal, and reap the rewards of Brotherhood. I long for us to be close Brothers, to come together to work, relax, have fun, and learn. Our Lodge, built by Brothers before us, is a testament to the enduring bond of Brotherhood. Our predecessors met here each month, and through fellowship and shared experiences, they strengthened their bond. They mourned together when one passed, helped each other without hesitation, and celebrated together. We can rekindle that spirit in our Lodges. We have the potential; we only need to fan the flames.

Written by:
WB Todd M. Paterek is Worshipful Master, Lodge Education Officer, Northstar Coach, and Webmaster of Blazing Star Lodge #694 F&AM, East Aurora, New York.

The Lincoln Degree

The Lincoln Degree


The Lincoln Degree

“The Last Full Measure”

Members of the Valley of Rockville Centre AASR NMJ performed “The Last Full Measure” aka the Lincoln Degree, Masonic Drama. For Springfield Gardens Lodge No 1057.
The title “The Last Full Measure” is an important line in the Gettysburg Address. It’s a terrific degree and has elements of Abraham Lincoln’s greatness and it celebrates the universal Brotherhood of Freemasonry. You might remember the letter at the opening of the movie “Saving Private Ryan.” The degree is another tool of the Scottish Rite to help lodges attract members or to educate the public about the beautiful time-honored principles of our gentle craft.

Pictured: Members of the Valley of Rockville Centre AASR NMJ

What was really meaningful to me was the stories presented were about how brother Freemasons cared for each other despite being on opposite ends of the American Civil War. I am not sure if we realize the depth of this. Of how this Brotherhood transcends not only political lines but firing lines as well. President Lincoln’s desire for unity in our country was so present in the behavior of masons he expressed that the petition he had been given by a lodge that he would submit as soon as he had the opportunity. Hearing his letter to the mother who lost five sons in battle was powerful. His words were so meaningful the letter is now timeless.
One of the themes in the Masonic Drama was the President was ashamed because when he gave the speech at Gettysburg no one applauded, the silence was so awkward he was sure it was a complete failure. Little did he know it would become one of the most famous speeches in American History. The hope is… If Freemasons can be a beacon of light during one of the most trying times in American History then we can be a beacon of light in our current times. We can and will rise above all obstacles if and when we stick together! Remember the most important tool of a Master Mason. None of us have it all together but together… we have it all!

Image: The Lincoln Memorial, Washington, DC. Photo credit: Bro. Michael Arce

Written by: VM Michael LaRocco Past Master of Lynbrook-Massapequa Lodge No 822 Assistant Grand Lecturer, Nassau District Meritorious Service Award (MSA), NY COD Ancient Accepted Scottish Rite, NMJ
VW Michael LaRocco
St. Patrick, Freemasonry & The Revolutionary War

St. Patrick, Freemasonry & The Revolutionary War


St. Patrick, Freemasonry & The Revolutionary War

Brief history of St. Patrick and his Influence on  Freemasonry & The Revolutionary War

Maewyn Succat, Patrick’s given Roman name, was born to a wealthy family in the Roman Empire. The exact location of his birthplace, Bannavem Taburniae, is unknown, but it is believed to be “near the Western sea”, as described in his autobiography, “The Confessio”. Maewyn’s father was a Christian deacon and minor Roman official, his grandfather was a priest, and his sister is Saint Darerca of Ireland. It is undoubtedly that Patrick was raised in a Christian household, although there are differing accounts of his conversion to Christianity. Some sources suggest that he converted from paganism while he was a slave in Ireland, while a more likely scenario says that Maewyn was exposed to Christianity throughout his early childhood.

Living in isolation, deprived of food, and lacking proper clothing, Maewyn’s only company was his flock and his ever-growing faith in God. According to his writings in "The Confessio", he prayed as many as 100 times a day and 100 times at night. Six years into his enslavement, an angel appeared to him in a dream and said; “You have fasted well. Very soon you will return to your native country”. The angel instructed him to find a ship bound for the European continent, and Maewyn journeyed on foot for 200 miles through peat bogs and forests to reach a port. Despite being an escaped slave, he was able to convince the crew of a cargo ship to allow him passage.

When he was 16 years old, his village was raided by a band of Irish marauders and Maewyn was taken captive. During this time, the Roman Empire began to lose its power over its ever-expanding empire and such raids were becoming more common. Young boys like Maewyn were often taken to herd sheep and cattle, while girls were taken to work as servants, cooking and cleaning for the chieftains who owned them. Maewyn was taken to County Antrim in the north of Ireland, where he worked as a shepherd for a local chieftain on the slopes of Mount Slemish.

Living in isolation, deprived of food, and lacking proper clothing, Maewyn’s only company was his flock and his ever-growing faith in God. According to his writings in “The Confessio”, he prayed as many as 100 times a day and 100 times at night. Six years into his enslavement, an angel appeared to him in a dream and said; “You have fasted well. Very soon you will return to your native country”. The angel instructed him to find a ship bound for the European continent, and Maewyn journeyed on foot for 200 miles through peat bogs and forests to reach a port. Despite being an escaped slave, he was able to convince the crew of a cargo ship to allow him passage.

Upon arriving at the mainland, the ship and its crew became lost for several weeks in a land devoid of food. The crew grew skeptical of Maewyn’s faith and began to chastise him for his piety. They questioned why his God was not helping them in their dire state of hunger. To which Maewyn replied; “Turn in faith with all your hearts to the Lord my God, because nothing is impossible for Him”. Immediately after, a stampede of pigs appeared, providing ample food for the crew. This miraculous event led to Maewyn’s first converts.

Maewyn eventually returned home to his parents, but his religious visions did not stop. He heard a voice calling him; “We beg you, holy boy, to come and walk again among us”. He understood this to mean he was to return to Ireland to serve the people. In 418 AD, he was ordained as a Deacon and in 432 AD, he was consecrated as a Bishop and given the name Patricius or Naomh Pádraig in Gaelic.

With the knowledge of Ireland’s language and customs, his religious training, and his life experiences, Patricius was uniquely suited to convert and baptize the island’s Druid priests, chieftains, and aristocrats. He successfully converted thousands of individuals before his death on March 17, 461.

Since St. Patrick is Ireland’s patron saint, St. Patrick’s Day is considered a holy day of obligation for Christians in Ireland, who are expected to attend Church services. Historically, Irish Christians would attend church services and then go about their day. The priests were eager to remind them not to drink alcohol on such a sacred day. St. Patrick was relatively unknown outside of Ireland until March 17, 1737, when a group of over two dozen Presbyterians who had emigrated from Northern Ireland gathered to celebrate St. Patrick and formed the Charitable Irish Society to assist distressed Irishmen in America. The Charitable Irish Society still holds an annual dinner on St. Patrick’s Day to this day.

After that first charitable celebration, St. Patrick’s day remained relatively obscure and continued to simply be a Holy Day of Obligation. Until the Revolutionary War and Brother General George Washington needed to boost his troops’ spirits.

The connection between St. Patrick, the Revolution, and Freemasonry becomes clearer when considering the situation of the Continental Army at Morristown, NJ during the winter of 1779-1780. The Army was facing the coldest winter in recorded history, with 28 snowstorms from November 1779 until April 1780, burying the encampment under six feet of snow. The soldiers lived in basic log huts, slept on straw, and huddled together for warmth. The conditions made it difficult to deliver supplies or hunt forcing the men to go days without food, leading to a loss of morale. The soldiers were losing the battle without even waging war. In such dire conditions, a moral boost was desperately needed.
The Irish represented the largest immigrant group to arrive in the colonies in the 1700s, mainly Presbyterians from the northern Provence of Ulster. The first celebration of St. Patrick’s Day was in Boston in 1737, but it remained a quiet religious holiday for many years. The Scotch-Irish who immigrated in these early days were driven from their home by British oppression and had a strong rebellious spirit against the British Crown. One quarter to one half of the Continental Army were Irish born or of close ancestry. Most of the Generals were born in Ireland or had parents still living in Ireland.

Continental Army at Morristown, NJ

Brother General George Washington recognized the necessity of boosting morale among the Continental Army during the harsh winter. Brother Washington knowing the Irish heritage among many of his soldiers wanted to show solidarity with the “brave and generous” Irish people who were fighting for their own independence against the English, declared St. Patrick’s Day a holiday for his troops. This was the first day off they had in over a year, and it was a much-needed boost for morale. Although today’s St. Patrick’s Day celebrations are often festive and lively, Washington emphasized that he expected his troops to celebrate in a disciplined manner and warned that “the celebration of the day will not be attended with the least rioting or disorder.” Although the celebration may not have involved abundant food and drink, the troops did enjoy a hogshead of rum provided by their commander.

For those who are curious, a “hogshead” is about 63 US gallons. Let’s hope those troops had plenty.

Why Is St. Patrick’s Day Known For Festive Drinking?

St. Patrick’s Day is known for its festivities and of course, a little bit of drinking. But where did this association come from? Was St. Patrick himself a fan of a good pint? Probably but not quite the reason. The reason for this connection can be traced back to the mid-1800s, during the devastating potato famine in Ireland. In the face of tragedy, over a million people died and another million emigrated to countries like the US, Canada, Britain, Australia, and elsewhere around the world. Irish immigrants continued to emigrate to the United States for decades after the failure of Ireland’s potato crop in 1845. Leaving their homes was not easy but the promise of a better life and simply being able to sustain a living encouraged the Irish to think of better days to come in a new land.

As we know, early America was not the friendliest of places. Roads paved with gold, religious freedom, and a just and fair government were often replaced with poverty, prejudice, and corruption. The Irish felt firsthand how discrimination in young America impacted their lives. In a political response to the anti-immigrant sentiment from the nativist “Know-Nothings”, Irish Immigrants would take to the streets every St. Patrick’s Day to show their strength in numbers. They were not only making a political statement, but they were also celebrating their Irish heritage.

Their newfound “success” helped fuel the celebrations for St. Patrick and for simply being alive. The lamb and pork they used to eat in Ireland were now far too expensive, but the local Jewish corned beef proved a cheaper yet delicious substitute. Cheap cabbage, vegetables, and home-baked soda bread completed the meal that reminded them of home. The beer may or may not have been the black gold they had in Dublin, but it was still a means to celebrate such a Saintly man! With Lenten obligations lifted for St. Patrick’s Day, the Irish could properly raise a pint or six to Old Naomh Pádraig! Since America was known as “The Great Melting Pot” Irish Americans found themselves celebrating with the Polish, Italians, and all others, especially Catholics who continued to attend church services before the shenanigans of the day began.

As the 19th Century continued, St. Patrick’s Day was taking the world by storm with grand and festive celebrations held in cities of every country in the world in which the Irish settled. Meanwhile, in Ireland, it was just another dull (probably rainy) day – even the Guinness Brewery was closed. Fortunately, as the 20th Century carried on, things were starting to change! In 1961, the only place to legally enjoy a drink on St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin was the Royal Dublin Dog Show, which attracted record-setting “dog lovers” each year. Finally, in 1970, the Irish government lifted the ban on pub openings on St. Patrick’s Day, giving the country the opportunity to join in on the celebrations. And, in 1996, the multi-day St. Patrick’s Day Festival was launched in Dublin, adding even more excitement to the festivities. Today the celebration in honor of St. Paddy (NEVER St. Patty!) continues to grow. Visiting Dublin for St. Paddy’s Day is like a visit to New Orleans during Mardi Gras.

The tradition of celebrating on St. Patrick’s Day is not about drinking but a celebration of Irish pride and a time to come together with friends and family whether you are Irish or not and celebrate good fortune.

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Written by:
WB Todd M. Paterek is Worshipful Master, Lodge Education Officer, Northstar Coach, and Webmaster of Blazing Star Lodge #694 F&AM, East Aurora, New York.