First-Hand Account of Underground “Cities” Connected to Masonic Grand Lodges

This incident was related to me in 2006 by a 60+ year old co-worker when I worked for Pitney Bowes. Our job was to maintain and repair several massive bill-generating proprietary PB equipment at a large client site. He had spent his career of nearly 40 years being a field-technician for major manufacturers, repairing large, high-end machinery such as industrial sized photocopiers, mail sorters, mail generators, etc. He impressed me as a deeply honest, hard working, dedicated Christian man. I enjoyed thoroughly enjoyed working and conversing with him on a regular basis over the course of about 12 months. I will not reveal his name as I am no longer in contact with him and cannot obtain his permission to connect his name to his story.
This is not unsubstantiated hearsay – it is my strongly-impressed recollection of the first-hand experience he confided to me. He also confessed to me that, before relating this experience to me, he'd never told another person, ever – the experience was so beyond explanation that he never felt impressed to express it to anyone else, for who would believe it anyway?
About 18 months after he told me this, I typed up my recollections. My then-composed account is as follows:

My elderly co-worker and I had a few hours of "nothing to do" time on our hands, and we were confined to our site office. Our discussions ranged from several topics, mostly about current events, but also the paranormal and unexplained phenomenon. The subject of Freemasonry came up as a result of these topics, and he told me about something that he experienced back in the late 60's.

At the time he was living in Texas and was a young field technician for a major copier manufacturer (I think it may have been Xerox — I'm quite sure he wasn't working for Pitney Bowes by this time, although at the time I worked with him he had been employed by Pitney Bowes for nearly 30 years). He covered a large driving area of Texas and was tasked daily to drive for hours to service the [massive] printers and copiers of corporate offices.

One day he was tasked to go to the Masonic [Grand] Lodge of Waco, TX. This, in and of itself, was a bit of an odd request, because he'd never been to such a "small" building to service such a high-end extremely expensive copier (especially when photocopying technology was still in its infancy and had only existed for about 8 to 10 years). These machines were typically only purchased and used for corporate buildings at the time. He'd never been in a [M]asonic lodge before, and had no preconceived notions about anything of Freemasonry.

He arrived at the lodge, which is not located in a busy area, but somewhat out of the way. Additionally, it is by comparison not a very big Masonic lodge at all. When he went in, there was nobody there to greet him. He spent about 10 to 15 minutes cautiously looking around. He poked his head in several rooms, including the temple room. He described it as an auditorium type of room that could seat several hundred people, if not a couple thousand. [Ed. note: photos of the Waco Grand Lodge and its temple auditorium are included in the supplemental material. ]

Eventually he poked his head into a small office where a woman was working. He explained that he was there to repair their copier machine (which he was still baffled as to why or how a Masonic lodge would house one of these super-expensive, LARGE units — every office and room he looked into [wasn't] large enough to adequately house the copier unit in question with the required space and ventilation). The woman was somewhat curt with him (she wasn't in the mood to help anyone), but she told him to follow her.

She took him to a doorway in the back of the office area. She opened the door, and there was an elevator behind it — a very nice, ultra-modern elevator for the time. (This struck him as very odd in that it was a single story building) They got in the elevator and went down… down……. DOWN! He said that it felt as though they must have gone down at least 5 stories, maybe ten or fifteen. At this point he started to feel very uneasy….

When the elevator doors opened, he was standing before a very large, ornate hallway with marble flooring. He couldn't stress enough how ornate and exquisite it all was. The hallway went on and on and branched off into several other extended hallways. This area below ground was more spacious and extensive than the entire lodge above. And it immediately struck him with great puzzlement as to how in the heck it was all so well ventilated! Here he was hundreds of feet underground, and the halls were expertly air-circulated and temperature regulated. He had no idea that technology even existed that could create and maintain such an exquisite underground environment without massive amounts of dollars spent in the labor, infrastructure, and maintenance — such as a metro subway. And everywhere he looked, everything was top-of-the-line expensive.

The woman led him down one hallway, and then another. He saw several offices and business rooms. He also saw a very large, impressive printing press. However, he never once saw anyone else[,] besides this woman leading him. Finally she showed him the room with the failed Xerox (?) machine, and then she left him there and walked off. So… he spent the next couple hours repairing and testing it.

After he was done, he wasn't sure what to do. He looked around the hallways asking "Hello?" There was one main hallway that he decided to go down thinking it would lead him back to the elevator. The hallway wasn't as well lit, but he noted that at a certain point it went from ornate to insanely-ornate. Not only the floor, but also the walls, and the at-least-10-foot-tall ceiling were layered with the most gorgeous slabs of marble! And along the walls were portraits and paintings of famous men dressed in their full Masonic outfits and medallions. He said that as the hallway went on, it was as if the paintings of men went further and further back in time. The first paintings were of more modern men and leaders, and then went back decades and centuries. Some of the final paintings he saw looked as though the men were from ancient times.

At the end of this hallway was a huge set of exquisitely carved solid wood doors. He wasn't sure what kind of wood they were made out of, but very likely they were mahogany or other very dense, rich[ly] textured wood. There were symbols carved all over the doors. Gently, he pulled one of the doors open (which was easier than it seemed it would be – they were expertly installed and balanced, and he didn't have to exert much energy to pull this massive, heavy solid wood door open). What was behind these doors blew his mind beyond anything else he had seen up to this point.

Behind these doors was the largest indoor auditorium he had ever seen [or could even conceive above ground at that point in time] (he described it as an auditorium, but I think this very well may have been a mammoth-sized Masonic temple room). It was only faintly lit, but he could make out the size and overall detail. The way he described it to me, it's about as large and spacious as the new Conference Center that the LDS Church now holds its General Conferences at. (And all this 10+ stories underground!) He noted that the marble was mounted everywhere – walls, floors, ceiling of this giant hall. There were tremendous and gorgeous draperies and tapestries everywhere, with Masonic symbols and patterns. He saw several large symbols at key points of the walls (also leading me to believe this, again, was a large temple room).

The sight was overwhelming to say the least. Within moments of witnessing all this, he got a very bad feeling – like someone or something was very angry and expressing to him that he should not be there! He quickly closed the door and hurried back down the hall, eager to get the heck out of there. Finally, he was able to retrace his way back to the elevator, went back up, again found the woman, and had her sign the form confirming that he had repaired the copier.

As he wrapped up describing his experience, he stressed to me how extremely bizarre it was to at first see a good-sized auditorium on the main floor of the Masonic lodge that could seat several hundred or so people – and then to witness that massive, ornate, exquisite auditorium deep underground below, which could easily seat thousands of attendants. He also commented on how the decorations, materials, and overall exquisiteness of the hallways and environment below was far and away nicer than anything in the Masonic lodge above.

He was completely somber and serious throughout his telling of this experience. I could tell that every word he was saying was true – there was not one ounce of exaggeration or fabrication in what he was telling me. He's not a jokey kind of guy in the least, and he's not a natural "storyteller".

This is the kind of story that can easily be interpreted as hearsay, rumor, or even slander. But I heard it directly from the lips of the person who experienced it first hand – and I could see his eyes and hear the bafflement in his voice, and I knew he was telling the truth. He had no grudge or ill feelings towards the Masons then and [at the time of telling his story] he holds nothing against them now. But that experience cemented an indelible impression on his mind that there is much much more about Freemasonry as an organization than what is shown to the public.

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