, , , , , , ,

I was wandering about slightly aimlessly in King’s Lynn the other Saturday when I fell across a branch of Waterstones sitting as an oasis in a moribund huddle of greasy take aways, cheap clothes stores and any number of pound shops.  Excellent I thought, worth a detour.

 And sitting on the table next to the history section was a copy of the above, a title I had not seen before.  I thought you might like my take on Mr Hagger’s thesis.

 The author is British, and is prolific, having managed thirty odd books before this one and I blush that I had never heard of him before.  A poet and a philosopher he writes with ease indeed his style is fluid and elegant.  It’s a very polished piece.

He seems to have had a long interest in things American having owned Otly Hall in Suffolk where in 1607 the Jamestown Settlement was planned.

 He has though an curious take on history and sees it as a series of civilisations pasing through 61 stages towards some grand world order guided by a group of unknown unseen mystics known only as “The Syndicate”.  It’s a very odd approach.

He sees this elite (he does not name them, he cannot say who they are, or were, or where they come from) as seeking world dominion through a world government.  The usual suspects attend; the Bilderberg group; the commission of the EU; the Communists etc.  Even the Illuminati get a shout.  And the vehicle for these masters of darkness is – the Freemasons.

Well, yes, there were certainly a lot of masons around during the revolution and long afterwards.  There still are.  They do meet secretly – or at least discreetly – so people don’t laugh at their goatskin aprons and rolled up trousers, and they did tend to network and act as a cabal.  Just like they do nowadays where they give each other jobs and divvy out the contracts to each other, and operate a closed shop self help group.  All pals together.  I am old enough to remember that almost everyone’s grandfathers seemed to be in the masons.  It was almost universal for that post First World War generation.  But it’s difficult to think of that group of fat flabby middle-age provincial grocers and bank manager types as lords of the universe.  My own grandfather was a master mason, but the only thing it gave him was a cheap gong and alcoholism.


Raiders of the dressing up box


So it’s a wonderful addition to the off-the-wall-pseudo-history-conspiracy-rubbish that has been so popular since Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons.  It cost £16.99 in Britain which is a bit stiff.  So getting it out of the local library might be better. 

Me I got mine cheap and second hand off EBay

Copyright David Macadam 2010