MasonicBoys - Even before I officially entered the Order, I had already learned a great deal about what exactly it meant to be a part of it and what that would entail. To most, Disciplinary Action would sound like punishment. But here in the Order, it is simply a reminder that all that we do, and all that we experience is to serve a higher purpose. Physically, it is to stand alongside my brothers (the other Apprentices) in the Order and to learn from the elders (our Masters and Grandmasters) how we fulfill that purpose by serving and servicing them. Historically, discipline has always been defined as training under some sort of tutelage or authority. It also means to be able to control oneself. Here at the order, it is a combination of all of these. The idea of it being a reprimand, here, it means more of a warning. But even if it were a punishment or reprimand – I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been looking forward to it ever since I learned what being an Apprentice in the Order meant. For some, giving up their physical body to be used in honor of the Order and its divine purpose may sound like a nightmare considering all the work it takes and what you have to give up. But for us apprentices, and the Masters themselves who were once in our very shoes, it is an absolute honor. My Disciplinary Action will be administered by Master Kamp. I have seen him around plenty, and have had the privilege of hearing him speak, but the idea of being one on one with him in one of the ceremonial dark rooms makes my entire body buzz with excitement. Although I know he can’t state it explicitly, I hope that by the end of the Action he is left feeling proud of me and the fact that I have come into the Order with as much knowledge as one can attain before actually experiencing it from within. As I walk into the room I stand next to Master Kamp as he sits in the red chair. He looks stately, confident, and assertive. Exactly what you would expect from a man of his station. He asks me if I know what to expect, and I let him know respectfully that I do. I try my best to hide my excitement. He asks me to lay over his lap, and as I comply I hope I’m not too obviously eager...