Besides :.
After contemplating the place of my Cabinet of reflection, I decide to write to you for two reasons but in fact, this letter will have been mainly motivated because I learned that you and your troop are only setting fire all over the country, particularly in Cadet city and also at Tififi, a widow and orphan whom you swore to defend and protect all your life. What perjury!
Straight away, the first reason is because you must be one of my former students at Lycée Firmin which is both an institution that I love and also the school where, so
While I was still at the Ecole Normale Supérieure (ENS), I did my social service at the request of Professor Robert Beauzile, Director of this establishment at the time.
The second reason, the most important of course, is precisely because you brandished your apron and your saltire to make yourself recognized by the public in general and by the Freemasons in particular. So, recognizing you as such, I arm myself with the necessary courage to tell you that it is high time to stop before you are forced to stop by force.
That said, I have neither the pretension nor the intention to tell you the light because I even doubt that you will accept it but since I cannot judge you, I rather want to share with you a little instruction of rank that the Venerables and the Overseers no longer do since the time when the city is in lost territory mode.
I wanted to tell you as a sublime message the truth around one of Jesus’ disciples, it is our brother Judah Iscariot who had not been received by hell and as a result, he spent thousands of years of wandering until he became the first vampire.
On this, I still send you light beyond all the harm you do to the poor, the miserable and the disinherited and take this opportunity to remind you that on the day of vengeance, God will not take into consideration any ransom.
Let the columns, the valleys, the camps of all the Lodges and the Lakou take note of my word and let it be so, I said:.
Yves Lafortune,
Great Speaker of the Academy of Freemasonry, Hougan Makout!
