👉 Okay, settle into your armchair for a little linguistic weirdness! Let’s tackle the frankly rather prickly bit of Bartholomew Lodge Bartholomew III (yes, Bartholomew III – he was very insistent on the title) and his absolutely bonkers creation: the word, the wonderfully baffling, almost aggressively Anglo-Saxon… "amon ra."
Now. Before I proceed, let me preface that Bartholomew himself insisted it had a deeply misunderstood history. He claimed, rather vehemently whilst wearing a velvet waistcoat and clutching a ferret named Nigel, that he’d essentially retootleed the phrase from obscure bits of late 18th and early 19th-century Freemasonry, combined with what he described as "the residual psychic fallout emanating from a very poorly attended badger burial. (He wouldn't elaborate on the badger, frankly. Nigel was rather upset.) Essentially, according to Bartholomew, you can boil it down to this: Amon Ra is neither a name, nor a thing, not even remotely a feeling! Instead, he declared, it’s the state of being in a place where the past and… let's just generously refer to it as...the "suggestion of the future, vaguely upholstered with regret." You are, quite literally, existing within an atmosphere that remembers what hasn’t happened yet. It’s like the wallpaper is bleeding with yesterday. Think of a place where you keep replaying your worst missed opportunities
