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I am an initiate of the Western Hermetic Magical Tradition. Since my teens, I have spent my life studying and practicing ritual magic. I have evoked and invoked and revelled in the excitement and danger of ceremonial magic. There have been occasions where ceremonies went drastically wrong and much time and effort were necessary to restore normality. At other times, the effects have been tremendously uplifting with materialising forces wafting their shapes through incense smoke and candle flames. To communicate with these entities involves a way of life difficult to express.
My own first initiation was activated by an accomplished magician who in turn, had been introduced to the magical world by an older master. After this, by making inner plane connections, I followed a path of self-initiation that led through the elemental magical grades associated with the lower Sephirah of the Tree of Life. After this came the magical workings that lead to the grade of Adeptus minor. The Ceremony for this is long and complicated, often extending over several days of determined and concentrated magical workings. This is where the magician gains the knowledge and conversation of his holy guardian angel, or higher self.
Above this level, magical grades become meaningless and are often used by amateurs who have little or no powers in order to impress neophytes and newcomers to the world of magic. Such magical graduates should be ignored. The true initiate has no need to impress. He is part of a long tradition that will always welcome him or her for what they are. The true seeker will always find a way and pick up the hidden connections that will lead to the inner plane sources of the Mystery teachings.
During my magical journey and, in conjunction with another highly competent initiate, Robert Turner, we founded The Order of the Cubic Stone. Many internet searches describe the OCS as having been founded in the 1930s. This is nonsense, since neither Robert nor I had been born then. In practice it took place in the 1960s.
On this site you will find occult ceremonies, magical hints, guidance in the ways of ritual magic, particularly in terms of new, evolving magical procedures as illustrated in the section on Time and Space. Please do experiment and be bold enough to try some of the ideas included for your own pleasure and learning.
The content of the site changes occasionally so please do add it to your favourites and return to read at your pleasure.
I am always interested in hearing from serious initiates and genuine seekers and can be contacted on: haywooddave@btinternet.com
A PRAYER
Our gratitude to the Light of Lights
Whose brilliance illuminates our lives.
Past is the darkness
Break is the gleam of the day.
Come is the Radiance, sparkling afar.
A starlike blessing to grant us power,
Wisdom and happiness throughout
Our day.
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Part of my way of life also involves writing fiction as a member of a small independent group of writers. I have decided regularly to include a story here as well as the permanent fiction section later in the web site.
THE QUEST
Remon kept looking round the building where he was imprisoned. All windows and doors were blocked. He knew it was only for twenty-four hours, but time seemed to go slower than ever. Twice he had been visited and instructed as to what would happen tomorrow. A shiver ran up his spine and he began running his hands over the walls. His Quest would start just after sunrise tomorrow. What day of the week was it? Did it matter? He had lost track of time.
A rattle of the door handle caught his attention. Then excitement as a sliver of light slipped round the wooden edge. His vision flicked to the top to try and gauge time from the slice of sky that almost breathed into his prison. The wrong word really, but what else could he call it. Something was thrown on the floor. It looked like clothes, but darkness blocked his vision again. He shuffled sideways till he could touch the wall. Then he began sliding his feet forward, not daring to lift them in case he fell over. He shuddered. Presumably it was clothes ready for tomorrow. A vague mental smile wondered what else would be included. A weapon was necessary. A stick, sword, knife? Or would he have to find them once he was outside his prison. That was the first time the word prison slipped inside his brain.
No. it can’t be. He had been afraid but had entered the……No not that word again. The purpose of his Quest slowly rose from his chest into his head. He knew other youngsters who had been on the same Quest. Remon had tried to get sense out of them, but no one would help. Exaggerated stories still rambled through his mind, not everyone survived. His friend Greepo disappeared 5 months ago. When he finally returned, he was naked, cuts and bruises all over his body; would never go to bed when it was dark. Other villagers ignored him. Then suddenly he disappeared. Everything that belonged to him was scattered on the ground as he walked away from the houses. Several villagers reckoned they had heard him at night; his distant screams as though he was being tortured.
Remon’s foot touched what had been dumped by the doorway. He knelt and tried to work out what it was. A smile almost touched his lips. It was clothes. Then some sort of bag. Quickly he found the clothes and slipped them on. Hopefully they would be tough. He knew he had a way to travel. He realised he was smiling. Time was also passing. He wanted to succeed. He had been on a few trips to practice, often below ground in dark subterranean tunnels. Noise was now coming into his ears. It must be time.
A drum began pulsing a rhythm. Then a strange vocal echo hit the hillside and bounced back to Remon.
The door was opening so slowly he barely saw it move. Suddenly his mother was standing beside him. Her arms slipped round his chest, pulling him tight as tears ran down her face. His father materialised with, “My son be brave. Do well. Enjoy your Quest. And return to us with honour.”
As he reached the fence at the far side of the village he turned, trying not to cry. Then as villagers shouted and cheered, his lips quivered into a smile. Remon stamped his stick on the ground and stepped forward to begin his quest.
DAVID EDWARDS
***************** CONTACT WITH TIME AND SPACE FORCES
The Regions of time and space are vast and extend throughout our known universe and beyond. To those who think of Heaven and similar abodes as habitations where we sit and ponder our new found freedom from physical existence, please think sensibly. Firstly, although the New Testament talks of Christ rising after three days and physically ascending to heaven, I have yet to see any deceased figures floating gently upwards, through our atmosphere to sit in leisure on a passing cloud. Secondly, whatever form our consciousness takes, it is not a physical attribute, visible to the naked eye.
Consider our dreams. Frequently our experience is similar to life in another world or time concept. Our physical body gently snores on its mattress, but we often enjoy adventures and exploits that are so real and vital that I feel they can only be an exteriorisation of consciousness to another dimension of existence. Science itself is moving closer to an acceptance of multi dimensional being, although it faces opposition from conventional religion. The following paragraph was received mediumistically from Time and Space sources.
“The total immensity of existence is phenomenal, far beyond the comprehension of anyone from your domain or from ours. Look from your window, count the stars and wonder at the immensity of space. You live in a finite world in as much as your planet is concerned. Our dimension has no limits since it is not a rigid structure in the way you would understand the term. We do have barriers and boundaries but since we are of a different nature to you and the inhabitants of your world, they would not make sense in a conventional manner.”
The next paragraph refers to attempts at contacting the Time and Space entities, whether by ritual magic, mediation, or mental invocation.
Say,“By the movement of the dragon coils. Through the gateways of Majesty, I call to those who await the seekers after truth.” Now use the jewel telephone as has been described elsewhere.(This is basically a golden cord coming through starry space from your idea of high spiritual virtue. Further details in “Ritual Magic in the 21st Century”) Sometimes you will be aware of your contact. At this stage, it is quite likely they will appear in blue and gold clothes – not necessarily robes though. They will be light and gentle colours. Try to talk to them – or your particular contact- on a daily basis so that they will get to know you as well as you getting to know them.
Talk about every day things and learn to trust and understand what they say.
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GENESIS by DAVID EDWARDS
In the Beginning he saw no difference.
The earth was good and its children
Knew not the seed within the fruit.
Evening and morning spanned creation
The darkness of night twinkled lights of heaven
A greater light warmed and pulsed the body.
As heat strengthened limbs he realised a soul
Of vitality seeking eastern paradise.
Vision touched the promise, playfully stroked
Budding knowledge, wined the meal of dreams.
And from sleep fortune ribbed
Harmony, cleaving a separation.
Serpent bulged eyes, raised half hooded crimson head,
Throbbed jealousy. forbidden fruit
Firmed, quivered, dropped gaze to tender skin.
Texture fingered shy palm, cooled uncertainty,
Released its hold. Naked was not ashamed.
And the voice said 'Be fruitful and multiply'
Tongue tested a red firmament.
He saw that it was good and would yield.
Lips touched the Tree of Life and
Gulped the food.
