![]() The art dealer knows I have a passion for ancient symbolism and, although this piece is not antique, he thought the striking imagery might appeal.’ ‘Neither the artist nor the dealer belongs to our order, Grand Master. The art collector cocked an eyebrow, for this was the conundrum. ‘This piece was painted by one of our Australian brethren, Master Collector?’ he asked. ![]() The Grand Master, a business tycoon, opened it out and was immediately struck by the subject matter of the painting. ‘This is a print of an original painting that an art dealer in Australia thought I might be interested in.’ The art collector extracted a print from a large cylinder and carried it across the floor featuring the insignia of their order, and placed his offering in the hands of his superior. ‘Grand Master, fellow colleagues.’ He raised himself from a lush throne-like chair, which was positioned in a circular formation of thirteen chairs, twelve of like design, for only the Grand Master’s seat stood apart from the others in splendour. ![]() This evening it was a young, prominent art collector who had something to share with the Brotherhood. IN THE CHAPTER ROOM the Brotherhood gathered, as it had done regularly for centuries, to discuss issues of the world that were of interest to their secret organisation. Before the hidden doctrine would surface. ![]()
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