The Esoteric Knights

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The Esoteric Knights
The Secret Society
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The story you are about to read is not my story, but I repeat it here as it was told to me; whether or not it holds merit is for you the reader to decide!  It can be stated there were secret societies, which arose after the War for Confederate Independence.  Perhaps ‘The Esoteric Knights’ was among them, the Knights of the Golden Circle was one of these, and is well know today.  At the time of the writing of this story, there is an organization by the same name, however, any relationship to the original, is for others to consider.
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However it is possible that one or more of these secret societies survived unto the 21st century, and may have in some way been responsible for forging a scenario, leading to the rebirth of the Confederate Cause in modern times?  Are they perhaps even now watching and waiting for the right moment to launch the final phase, and bring about the liberation and restoration of the Confederacy?
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“A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” --- Second Amendment.   Founding Father George Mason has stated; “To disarm the people is the best and most effectual way to enslave them.”  Mr. Mason is also quoted as saying; “Considering the natural lust for power so inherent in man, I fear the thirst of power will prevail to oppress the people.”
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Some years ago on a particular weekend the weather was beautiful, our daughter and granddaughter came to visit.  The ladies decided to go shopping at the local mall, and grandpa was a reluctant member of the party.  While the ladies shopped, I decided to preserve wear and tear on my feet and found a place to relax over a cup of coffee. The mall at that time had a fountain with small pool of water, nicely surrounded by a refreshment stand on one side and benches around about.  This location being approximately in the middle of the mall, I parked myself and waited on the ladies to return!  A very discerning gentleman doesn't want to get caught in the middle of three ladies on a shopping spree.
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Carrying my coffee I seated myself on the far side and sat on the wall surrounding the pool of water.  The wall being of convenient size it was often used as a bench! Shortly after relaxing awhile, a teenage boy approached looking to be about seventeen years of age.  Likely in the first semester of his senior year of high school!  Noticing my ball cap with the Confederate battle flag, he asked me a question, which caught me by surprise. Are you one of the Knights?  Not having any idea as to what he may have been referring, I dared not assume, so I replied with a question.  What Knights?  My guess was that this young man had come to the mall with his family, who were shopping. Like myself, he wasn't anxious to traverse the distance, so he accepted my invitation and sat down nearby.
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As the young teen sat down he began to tell me the most astonishing tale. My grandpa and grandma had passed away some time ago! However it as it turned out, it was grandma who passed away first, and grandpa had afterward come to live with us.  He had his own room and was easy to get along with, only asking that his privacy be respected.  That no one enter his room while he was away from the house or unless they were invited.  Grandpa and I had become very close we talked and did things together often while he was in good health.  Most of my family are college graduates, and do fairly well in the professional world.  My grandpa having retired was no exception to the family tradition.  But one-day grandpa went off by himself, which he rarely did anymore.  Being left in the house alone and nowhere particular to go, I looked for something to keep me occupied.
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Nothing good was on television at the time, except prancing back and forth wearing a pathway in the living room carpet. When in my browsing I passed by grandpa's room, and impulsively I stopped at the door entrance door.  The temptation soon became overwhelming, and I found myself inside the forbidden zone doing exactly what he said not to do, invading his privacy.  After carefully poking around, looking on shelves, inside the closet, and even cracking open the dresser drawers ever so slightly, finding nothing really noteworthy.  Then after a particular dresser drawer had been opened, I nearly closed it again without noticing.  But suddenly I saw it, a somewhat large Christian Cross of about three inches in length.  Half covered by articles of clothing! I was immediately drawn to it, like a magnet!
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The arms of the cross were larger at the outer edges then the center. Very fancy engravings covered the cross.  Each of the three upper arms contained one word each; Confederate - Esoteric - Knights.  On the bottom arm was carved 'Deo Vindice.' In the center was a wreath with an engraving of the Confederate Battle flag in the center.  In the top of the wreath at the opening, the initials 'C.S.A' had been skillfully carved.  The cross was heavy for its size and of exceptional design, and there is no doubt in my mind, it was made of pure silver.  This is something of which grandpa had never spoken!  What does this cross mean and who are the Confederate Esoteric Knights? But I dare not ask grandpa; then he'd know I was snooping in his room.

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My mind had been far off and in deep concentration, having all but closed out the world.  Grandpa returned home unexpectedly, entered his room caught me totally by surprise. He'd certainly jump all over me now, and I'd be in serious trouble with mom and dad. But he acted very calmly, and simply stated; well I see you've found my cross.  Given my age, perhaps it is time someone knew and it might as well be my own grandson.  He slowly walked over sat down on the bed beside me!  Let me tell you son, what it is all about!  Then he began to tell me the most amazing story I had ever heard in my life.
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Then after what has commonly been called the 'Civil War' at a time when things in the South were still in total confusion.  A group of Confederate Officers as well as a Sergeant Major got together on a small farm in Georgia.  They decided the nationhood of the Confederacy and what it stood for, particularly its principles.  Could not be permitted to die out completely, nor be driven into extinction.  These things could not be allowed to be lost to future generations.  Not just the history, which the original Confederate Veterans had all lived through, but the concept as well, the idea and the need for them to continue.  There on that out of the way farm in central Georgia these men formed a secret order, an order known as the Confederate Esoteric Knights.
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The order was charged with establishing themselves inside the political, industrial and military power structure of the very nation, which had conquered the Confederacy.  They became the essence of the Old South and the Confederate States of America, carried forward into the future, in the form of those who had lived through the events.  This was more then merely a story printed in a book!  But its members needed to circulate unhampered and unharmed throughout society in order to achieve their mission.  It was urgent they go about their task without undue interference!  Yet they needed a constant reminder day by day of their obligation!  Thus an oath was created and it goes like this: "I hereby pledge upon my life and sacred honor, complete undying devotion and loyalty to the Confederate States of America.  That I foreswear to keep unto death, the secrets of this order against all enemies."  There is more to it then that, but that is the essence of the oath!

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Grandpa then turned the cross over, and on the reverse could be seen carved the length of the cross in tiny words, the oath he had just recited. Grandpa then admitted he could no longer read these engraved words, given his aging eyes.  He indicated this particular rendition of the Christian Cross is the sacred symbol of the order, the Confederate Esoteric Knights.  They held occasional closed and secret meetings and it was during the occasion of these meetings, where each member would wear his cross on a chain about his neck.  The chain like the cross was very intricate, and has a very special design.  Grandpa verified my suspicion the cross-had been made of pure silver: Silver, which was a part of the missing booty, which disappeared at the close of the war.
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My father and mother returning home suddenly interrupted us!  There was so much more I wanted to ask grandpa, but never got the chance.  Not long after this happened grandpa passed away!  But even in his death he left a mystery, for among the visitors at his funeral services and again at the gravesite ceremony, were several mysterious men.  They had arrived unexpectedly together in a large and very expensive automobile, and dressed like some powerful dignitaries.  These men were totally straight faced and never said a word! At the funeral services they each, one by one walked pass the open casket, touched their hearts with their open palm, then touched grandpa in like manor.  Like some kind of private salute or ritual, given very ceremoniously between members of the order.  They each seem to utter the same kind of low toned but short phrase as they touched theirs and grandpa's heart, which I was to far away to hear.
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These men departed as suddenly as they arrived!  I never learned how they knew grandpa had died, since the obituary was late going to press, and wasn't published in the newspaper until a couple days after the funeral.  It turned out to be my duty to help pack grandpa’s things away. Since dad and mom were so busy with other arrangements and aspects of his death and funeral.  Plus they being absent from their own jobs could not continue for long! Anyhow I know pretty much what he had among his possessions!  The Christian Cross symbolizing the Confederate Esoteric Knights was not among his possessions and was never seen again.  It was like it just disappeared from the face of the earth! What the complete story was behind the order, I would never discover.
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Many questions buzzed through my mine: How many members do they have? How do they manage to recruit new members?  It was as if I had been given a glimpse into the strange world of the order; of which I was not even supposed to know existed.  One thing I do know, there was a complete side of my grandpa, a whole different world, of which I knew very little.  Our conversation soon ended, the teenage boy had soon finished with his story, and we spoke casually for a while before he departed.  The ladies eventually returned and I departed with them on as we headed home.  I immediately did my best to write down what the boy had said, as best as I could remember, while it was still fresh on my mind.  But it seems to me if the story was true, it was the best-kept secret in a millennium.  And why tell me?  Why this total stranger should relate to me such a story?  Could it be that he really thought I was one of them?  Or perhaps in some unconscious way, he didn't want the story to die with his grandpa?  In any case, I ended up with more questions then answers!
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God save the Confederacy
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Each State, in ratifying the Constitution, is considered as a sovereign body, independent of all others, and only to be bound by its own voluntary act. In this relation, then, the new Constitution will, if established, be a FEDERAL, and not a NATIONAL constitution. --- George Mason
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General John Hunt Morgan 
Army of Georgia
The Last Sunset
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"If ye love wealth greater than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest for freedom, go home and leave us in peace.  We seek not your council nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen."  --Samuel Adams
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