The Secret Order of the Freesmiths(Wake Up, People!)

[OffTheGrid]

Okay, conspiracy kids, pull up a chair and make sure your router lights aren’t blinking in any NEW patterns. If they are, unplug everything and come back after the feds get bored.

I’ve been digging into something called the Secret Order of the Freesmiths — which, first of all, terrible branding, sounds like a steampunk knitting club. But the deeper you go, the worse it gets.

Cliff notes:
They’re old.
Older than the Masons, older than the Black Hat Militia, older than the Men of Letters (yeah, I said it).

Their fingerprints are on:
– abandoned rail tunnels
– sealed blast doors under national parks
– “accidental” foundry fires
– and about four dozen missing-persons cases where the victims’ last known location was “somewhere near a machine shop.”

Coincidence? Sure. And I’m an Olympic figure skater.

Here’s the kicker: the Freesmiths are NOT a labor union.

They’re an engineering cult.

Practitioners of what I can only describe as… ritual metallurgy. Metallurgy with intent.

Ever heard of cold iron repelling the unnatural? These guys supposedly found the opposite — metal that attracts it. Draws it in. Locks it down. Binds it.

I got my hands on a document — scanned, badly, like someone photographed it with a potato — detailing a “binding frame” they built in 1912. Looks like a cage crossed with a printing press. No idea what they used it ON, but the blueprint notes say:

“DO NOT LET IT HEAR YOU SPEAK.”

Which is… reassuring.

The Freesmiths show up in property records under harmless names:
Iron Bird Cooperative
East Temper Works
Rutherford Welding & Sons (which hasn’t had a “son” on the payroll since 1954)

But the real organization? All off-books. Cash only. No digital footprint. The kind of ghost-group you only notice when your tools start humming in the dark.

One more thing before my battery mysteriously drops from 60% to zero again like last week:
There are rumors — JUST rumors, don’t quote me — that the Freesmiths believe the world is heading toward a “metal age of revelation.” Don’t know what that means, but every prophecy I’ve ever heard that includes the word “age” has ended in the opposite of puppies and sunshine.

If you see a workshop with the mark — a circle with a vertical line hammered through it — walk away. Or run. Running is good.

Anyone else got intel? Files? Sightings? Weird scrap-metal sculptures that made your compass turn inside out?

Post it here.
We’re past the point of pretending this is fine.