WELCOME TO MY RITUAL MAGIC WEB SITE
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, of which more on another page. 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 'Items for Sale' section provides an opportunity to purchase from an assortment of ritual ceremonies, essays on magical topics and occult fiction. An occasional occult poem, usually relating to the Tree of Life, will occasionally show its head amongst the pages.
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: firstname.lastname@example.org
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 BIRD HOUSE
She stared intently. Both eyes almost protruded but one had a slight twinge that made her look as though her head was slightly lop sided. She sat on a protruding branch from the magnolia tree and leaned just slightly forward. Periodically she would stretch her paws, expiring a long breath as they moved towards the bird house. Then her claws expanded and just touched soft, weather beaten timber.
The cat had been around at egg laying time last year and her memory had walked back into our garden, sniffing for any clue to new residents and clawing neighbouring branches for extra balance in her need for frozen stillness.
She feigned independence when the adult blue tits popped in prior to their period of residence. Slinking around our lawn she would throw backward glances over her shoulder which changed to statue like poses as she checked how much twiggery and moss were being stockpiled through the round entrance hole.
If it were a warm day, she would practice sudden, forward flicks of her paws, particularly when she knew both adults were away searching for interior bedding. An evil what can only be called a smile, stretched her lips to their maximum and a twinkle opened her eyes to full width. Then she shrugged and slowly extended her right paw to touch the wood before a vibration indicated she was purring.
As time passed, the adults spent more time in their new home, with a beak and perhaps an eye becoming visible. Then with a quick and sudden movement a flash of blue flicked across my vision until a few minutes later he returned and twittered his message to his lady companion.
A few days later critical time encroached as shuffling, squawking and scratching from the inside generated wobbles of the box. Danger time approached. Since the birds had stopped emerging prior to the birth, the cat slunk onto the branch, moulding her body with the roundness of the branch, her rear feet gripping bark with her claws.
Now was her time to practice. Front legs would shoot forwards with a flick in the air so fast it was almost invisible. She tried to edge closely to the doorway, but just couldn’t manage this, so tried to flatten her body until it would become invisible. Patiently she waited.
The sun flicked out to greet the eggs and kiss their tiny bodies. This sense of creation reached out to the cat. She was ready. Parent birds were too fast and were ignored, but her mind and claws were in abeyance.
A few days later we found one of the new births lying on the ground and knew the cat had attacked. Within 24 hours the parents had moved, hopefully taking at least one tiny newcomer with them. The cat vanished into obscurity. But she will be back. Next year the lop-sided head will be on duty again while we watch in anticipation and wonder should we shoo her away or leave nature to itself.
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.
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.