
During this time I visited my father in South Africa who showed me an old suitcase which contained some ritual garb and books of my Grandfather Philip de St. Croix who was both a Rosicrucian and the Worshipful master of the Masonic Lodge in Bloemfontein, South Africa. There in one of the books was something that looked like my temple with black and white columns, checkered floor and a throne of sorts behind it where the Worshipful Master would sit. It was one of those moments where time evaporates and the air is electric with energy. Some cellular memory had been passed down to me. Back in Santa Fe, I took a tour the Masonic Scottish Rite Temple, with a magnificent theatre filled with mystical symbolism. In the costume room I saw the robe of Isis. I don't really know the role she plays as it is a secret society. All I know is that Isis called me and that there is some ancient lineage to which I belong.