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Comment: I find that Instagram is better at filtering hashtags, Facebook- not so much. A day have passed already and I still get zero results in FB for #hiramstrinkets despite several Brothers including myself using it. If you want to see your photo in this page, let me know and I'll include it.
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First thing I gave up was smoking (still not 100% but I'm now down to about 1-2 sticks per week); and then diet was next (remembering my previous FB post, I ate nothing but sardines with rice every day for the entire month of November 2015). I also applied more Philosophy and Freemasonry for the mind; and, as per my doctor- exercise for the body. Healthy mind, healthy body. As above, so below. As within, so without. It makes sense to me now.
For exercise, since my kids were already doing Muaythai, I decided (or should I say my wife decided for me) that I must join as well. At 34 years old, it was my first ever sport. It was grueling to put it mildly, but the clarity of mind that I get during and after the workout / torture simply cannot be matched by any of the prescriptions and psychotherapy sessions that I've ever had. I was instantly hooked.
I am now sitting at 179 pounds and still burning fat at the rate of 1-3 pounds per week. I feel light. I feel great. And my wife is very happy that I no longer snore like I used to. I feel a lot more confident and I feel no longer depressed, I think I still have the social anxiety and I still get the occasional panic attacks but have since learned to contain and manage it.
I'm really surprised to find out that I have a heart for sports. My only regret was I allowed my #introvert self to believe that I wasn't good enough to try it when I was younger. Like what my 'Kru' and personal trainer would say, "You will not win if in you're mind you're defeated already." Remember, it's never too late and you will never know if you don't try.
This cool project- a wood and leather Square and Compasses bowtie for Freemasons- have been simmering in the backburner for too long now (for more than a year now if I'm not mistaken). I know that a number of you have been patiently waiting for its release. The reason for the delay is that we cannot find a good way to produce it locally without being too costly. We did try to make a batch last May but I am not very happy with how it turned out (see last photo below).
This year we will try to make another batch but our production funds are low and we need your help. If you like our work and would like to see us produce more of our original Masonic creations, you may help by supporting our business fundraising efforts such as this Making Good Men Better Since Time Immemorial teespring t-shirt campaign.
-1 Chronicles 22:15
I was imbued at an early age with love and earnest appreciation of art and crafts. My father was a public teacher and electrician by trade, starving artist by nature. My dad was a man who would rather share and give away his creations and gain friendship than profit. The way he would see it, he'd rather have a laugh with a stranger than bear the burden of having to collect money. This along with his other eccentricities was reason enough for my mom to leave him. He was heartbroken, but his love for art and his craft only intensified. What was once a source of joy also became a source of solace. As a kid, I was completely immersed.
Looking back, life as a youngster living with a temperamental artist for a single parent was tough, but I do have many fond memories of growing up with him. I remember the early morning beach walks looking for see glasses, odd shaped rocks, and driftwood. I remember the annual gathering of local artist and meeting all sorts of wonderful people who make a living doing what they love. I remember the World War II anti-aircraft artillery shell that he and his buddies dug up from the dock and, using a bench vice and a hacksaw, managed to remove the projectile and the propellant charge without getting blown to kingdom come. It was an accomplishment. What was left of it, the brass cartridge case, became the exhaust pipe of his Suzuki B120. It was bold, it was fun, it was loud- just like my dad.
My creative dad met his Creator not too long ago but he still lives in me. I have his eyes to appreciate beauty, his hands to create, and even some of his temperament to liven things up. Like him I also find solace in the act of creating art and in supporting others who create.
Allow me to show you some of the exciting crafts that we have been developing here at FraternalTies in partnership with craftsmen from all over the world. Everything that we do is designed by a Freemason (yours truly), for Freemasons.
Hand made in Dallas, Texas USA by a local artist and grandmother. Her grandfather was a Shriner Mason.
Hand carved in Uttar Pradesh, India by local artisans.
Made with ebony wood and genuine Canadian leather.
Hand carved in Karnataka, India by local artisans.
Hand carved in Uttar Pradesh, India by local artisans.
Made in the USA
Made in the USA
Made in USA
That all for now my friends. We really appreciate the support that you have generously given us through the years. Thank you.
If you would like to know when any of these products will become available, please follow us in Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or join our mailing list.
It took almost a year to get this one right! Only 200 units ever made. I was shocked to discover that some of the letter G on the fabric was woven in reverse!
At least one buyer requested for a refund while others seem to be delighted with the thought that the error will make it even more desirable to collectors in the future. Not sure if what you have is the 1st Edition? Look for the letter G between the S&C. If some of them are reversed, jackpot!
This one is not easy to make. It took me many design tweaks to get the fabric right. The photos below show the evolution of the Masonic paisley tie.
For your enjoyment!
As we celebrate the 50th Anniversary of Canada's Maple Leaf flag, I think about how being here have changed me.
It has been more than a decade ago when my foot landed on Canadian soil yet I still get a strong mix of feelings of gratitude, extreme humility, and pride each time it comes to mind that I am now a part of this great nation that I have come to deeply and truly admire.
As an immigrant from a third world country, I am still in absolute awe of how everything seems to work well here in Canada. Being here is like being a part of an efficient and well-oiled machine where each part is as important as the whole- and the machinist (the government) really do care about the well being of the parts. I hate to compare but back when I was in my native land, I hear about Equal Rights and Equal opportunity all the time and I thought that I get it- but landing here made me realize that you don't know the meaning of equal rights and equal opportunity until you experience it- I had my first taste of that right here.
It is here where you can get free education and have access to world-class healthcare without breaking the bank (all six of us in my family have experienced this first hand); the politicians here do not distribute instant noodles to the poor and needy with their faces printed on the packaging in hopes of a better election results; journalists don't get killed en masse; the media is not polluted with stories of killings, useless trivia, and corruption; the color of your skin is not a topic; women have their voice; and there is a refreshing religious tolerance.
Some Torontonians like to complain about the traffic on 401 and the DVP- as someone who lives literally right next to the DVP, I just laugh at them and carry on with my quiet meditation amidst the gentle hum of hundreds of engines passing by- the loud horns and people yelling, typical cacophony of third world traffic, noticeably absent.
Ohm...
