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For Saint-Jean d'Hiver

Venerable Chair Master, brothers and sisters gathered,

Like everyone else after you, here I am for one night,

In charge of honoring the verb and its power,

To share another feeling with you!


If we are gathered together, the living and the spirit,

In this familiar place of commonplace agape,

Isn't the main reason for taking the bet...

To relive a solstitial feast today?


I have assembled these words to convey the meaning

Which I would like to deliver with some decency

For the Word in the Lodge is not just an opinion,

Thrown, as time goes by, by way of impression.


Repeating a ritual that is meant to be ascending,

We're all going to celebrate, on a December day,

In our summoned lodges, a saint who looks like us.

Who is called every day, Saint John the Evangelist.


Generative force of the Fire by the Word stirred up,

See the heirs of an asserted greatness

Gathered by duty, to taste the table

With healthy strength, with ancestral knowledge!


But before thinking about what might be

Today the true meaning of a winter party,

Let's go back to the path we all took

That we will never forget!


Yesterday, we were alone, ploughing our fields...

Walking in the furrows, thinking of our children:

"The harvest is for them, God willing," we said!

Yesterday, we were alone, to bear the blows!


The work was hard and our eyes were lowered.

Put us on our guard, so we don't trip!

Searching around us for the necessary impulses,

Few neighbors were willing to indulge us!


Often, with our thoughts, we looked for the way

That could lead us to the Brotherhood!

Many were the expectations where we reached out our hand!

Many were the sterile dead ends in freedom!


And the earth constantly imposed its constraints.

To endure the trials, we had to accept!

Who among us did not have in those moments of fear

The confused sense of futility?


Yesterday we were alone waiting for the wind

In an affectionate breath we transmit the word,

Sweep the avatars away, keep us away from the fools,

Light up the cold, announce the new year!


On the path and in the wind, very gently,

The mists released, our senses solicited,

The temple appeared to us and we were happy...

To know from now on who to work with!


Here we are, out of time, very present!

Heirs of our brothers, we have remained faithful

At that time of mysteries when salt was thrown away,

In this bliss, unknown to mankind.


Brothers and sisters, Children of the Light, today,

Present in the universe where the beings are stirring,

Convinced, in spite of everything, that a new order exists...

Who will see us tomorrow giving meaning to life!


In this perverse world where people are torn apart

Let's understand that they're crazy, drunk with distress...

By letting himself slide into the spiral of the worst,

Not knowing what to do to overcome their weaknesses.

Fear reigns in this world with contempt for humans,

Obscene flower of a land left to ignorance,

Blind and lawless fear, generative of violence,

Abject fear, the midwife of an unhealthy universe.


In this lawless world, we are fighters,

Without arms and without violence, who respect the law,

To remove fear and restore meaning

To the lives of all those who have lost their faith!


Educated and trained not to be afraid,

We were initiated to lead destiny,

Of all those human beings, far from happiness,

And generate in them the desire to be mutineers!


By the porch that is crossed in this place gathered together,

Far from the fears of the layman we are ready to relive

The immutable ritual of all initiates

Companions on the path as holders of the Book!


The sun has set on this short day.

Without giving way to rest, we draw among us

The energy we need to know, first of all,

Faithful to our quest, do not change your attire.


Without forgetting, we have respected

Duty to see us around the burning fire,

Wishing to find among us this momentum

Necessary and vital to peaceful minds!


In all continents and in all orients,

In this month of December, when nature calls for

The decline of life in conscious rest,

The Freemasons get up and join the ritual!


Faithful to our ancestors, here we are unified

In peace and love, to honor this day,

The glory of a Great East, hope revived

Who will see our words heard by the deafest of the deaf!


This is not a party where the participants

Let their instincts go, more or less delusional,

Dominate their minds and break the taboo,

Thinking that tomorrow will be another life!


It's not a party for all those idolaters,

Intoxicated with rumors, succumbing to the fumes,

That mask the misery and the indignity of it,

By believing that life is nothing but a theatre!


Death is behind us, we have passed it!

Hope is in us, we must celebrate it!

Those who have initiated hope in us too

Realize this dream a thousand times over!


Erase the sadness of the children of Bombay,

To dry the innocent tears that affect the heavens,

To save dignity unjustly violated,

Keep away the carrion that offends the Gods!


This feast, a call for more humanity,

A hidden emotion that one dares to reveal,

Her name is Hope, and she shines in the evening...

A thousand bright lights that only we can see!


Our health is a greeting, addressed to all those

That we have chosen, freely chosen,

To lead the flock of faithful initiates

That they may make the rebellious word heard!


Our health wishes are not laudatory,

To all those who pretend to put up with our words,

Because we also know the fate of idols

Who dared to desecrate the wisdom of the heavens.


Our health is a balm to wash away wounds,

To ease the suffering that plagues our lives,

To strengthen the ties necessary for Peace,

To lift sadness and restore envy.


Music and words will be the first steps,

Then the flesh and gunpowder will boost the energy,

And our gathered cries will send to the stars

The accents of a call for more truth.


I dream of a celebration that is more than today,

A party extended to all the initiates,

Which engraves in the year its assured imprint,

Who affirms in the world our unprecedented hope.


May this feast remind us of our unceasing work,

That we must devote to the happiness of children,

Wonderful innocents and bearers of Light,

Unbelievers sacrificed by the bullets of perverts.


May this party exaggerate our endless appetite,

For the brotherhood, the cement of our bonds,

The energy of our lives, the indispensable energy, comes out,

Who still allows us to live among the dead!


Venerable Master in the pulpit and all of you, sisters and brothers,

Here I am, at the end of what I said,

Dedicated to this day, eternal landmark,

Passed down from our forefathers for restless souls.


To all of you sisters and brothers, may these modest verses

Intended as a prelude to the necessary ritual

Light up this party, a bolt of lightning in the night,

To which I dedicate a blessed " I said! »

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Quelques sœurs et frères de différentes obédiences et n'ayant comme unique motivation que celle de transmettre notre amour de la Franc-Maçonnerie dans une optique de pragmatisme et de modernité. Notre animateur, c'est Mateo Simoita, un franc-maçon du GODF qui a plus de 40 ans d'ancienneté maçonnique. C'est aussi notre signature commune.

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Médecin retraité ; initié en 1979 au Grand Orient de France.

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