What is become of that Mighty Moorish Empire whose judicious administration once directed the affairs of the World and the Seven Seas? That Sovereign Governance that reigned supreme for over a thousand years, whose genius and perspicuity ushered a somnambulistic Medieval Europe through the precipitous shadows of Dark Ages into the illumined twilight of the Renaissance? Little now is remembered of her monumental cultural achievements and vast erudition. How could such a magnificent legacy vanish so thoroughly, almost without a vestige? It appears that someone has taken great pains to systematically obliterate our chronicles from the hallowed memoirs of classical Western civilization? So we began this serious inquisition. Why are the prolific records of the contributions of our dusky ancestors relegated to virtual obscurity? Why the cumbersome shroud of secrecy? Initially, every inquiry into our mysterious past seemed to lead to a cul-de-sac. Soon, almost everywhere we began to detect an odor of villainy. So we intensified our efforts and commenced excavations wherever we caught a whiff. Alas beneath layers of metaphor and cryptic archeological equivocation, we discovered in the shallow graves of Western academia fertile remains of our beloved Moorish ancestors, the ancient Master-builders of world civilization! How wonderfully ironic, that the adversary in his hysterical attempt to suppress and mask the truth our glorious heritage, unwittingly scattered about such valuable forensic traces. Our exertions have actually been rendered easier thanks to the fastidious efforts of our antagonists. Alas, this is the Aquarian Age. The auspicious season had dawned and the Resurrection of the Moorish Hiram is become a manifest inevitability. Already the ancestors are speaking unto and through us words of power. They whisper of Alchemy, of lost Hermetic sciences, of mystical words possessing the puissance of restoring the sick and even r