Jul 10

An Architect’s Secret Handshake Wish

Folks, I just couldn’t help myself…

We architects tend to be pompous at times… but really, we’re mostly a helpless lot at best.  So what do we do?

We set out to transform the world to suit our lofty ambitions… oh how delightful now, the hapless world attends our divine benevolence!

I just produced a short video to help…well, Transform Architecture, right after launching Quantum Architecture under the umbrella of Masonic sponsorship, literally to found a new Utopic era!



Jul 10

Knights in White Satin


Yesterday I screamed at God.

I screamed at him with rage and told him he had failed.

“You call this creation?”  I screamed.  “You call yourself a God – how dare you?  You have created a mess – I hold you directly accountable for all of this!



I stand before you as your creation yet I SHALL create YOU in turn anew  – Speak to me and do NOT hide behind your 7th seal!”

I was screaming from the depth of my lungs, such that my voice had become hoarse.

My son and I were driving to a gathering of three Knights.

He was in the back seat, watching me intently.  I turned around and looked at him, and saw a trace of empowered smile on his face…

As I turned back to watch the road, I noticed that the sky had turned color.

Ferocious folds of clouds were churning into a knot, and a blue-green acid hue was shining through the plume columns that were rapidly gaining mass – CRACK! and thunder broke and let loose a torrent of rain and wind that drowned everything in sight.  In an instant the pleasant afternoon had turned into a blind and submerged fury.

We were going west into the storm;  it ROARED from the depths of its vortex.

By the time we had arrived at our destination, it had stopped raining.

I couldn’t help but feel as though we were somehow baptized. I felt a calm cleansing effect…

The storm had left massive destruction in its wake.



Tonight… as the storm’s aftermath still reigns darkness across Potomac I cannot help but remember what happened earlier this morning when I took a morsel of food from my own empty and broken plate and gave it to a man who has been for many years now Laughing Out Loud while tears roll down his one eye, a trapped child’s tears…  I hope I’ve lit a candle in his blind eye…


So you can imagine my amazement when Bryan sent me this video from his blog about an hour ago.

He had meant it as testament to overcoming obstacles in life…

However, for me, it speaks about the beauty of lighting candles and empowering souls, seeing the magnificence of human potential…  And leading toward a vision where beauty paints the world fresh every moment… about giving hope…


Tomorrow we three “Knights in White Satin” will meet an Army General to avow our allegiance in defense of Freedom.  We will light candles and ideas that will help transform nights.

As we go forth, I am further assured of the mission’s clarity as a result of the blessing and anointment we received when we passed through the heart of the storm…


“Perhaps you responded to  my scream…  Perhaps you returned my call… You’ve done this before, you’ve spoken to me before, only I have little faith in our dialogue it seems.  Once again I’m touched, and moved by the simple clarity of your message.  Thank you…”


-Iliad A. Terra