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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    

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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. 
 
          A BAG OF CHIPS
         
          Malcolm’s feet ached so much. He paused for a moment and leaned against the wall. The texture of the bricks roughened his skin as he tried to lift each foot from the ground. He still had a couple of miles to go. He sniffed and then repeated the gesture. His eyes opened wide, someone was approaching and was eating chips.
            “Where’s the shop, mate?” he muttered, almost hoping he would be offered a bite.
            “Straight down the hill and the second turning to the left.”
            He hoped he might be offered a single chip but no such luck. Drawing a large breath, he moistened his lips, then felt in his pocket for coins. So much had gone wrong since the last couple of days. It felt almost as though he was living in a dream. Malcolm didn’t really know if he would be welcomed at his destination.
            A smile touched his face as he walked into the chip shop. Three people waited at the till. “What’s your order, mate?” a voice muttered, almost as though I this was the only statement it ever made.
            He glanced over the top of the hot counter and almost flinched at the face glaring at him. It was almost a mirror image of Angie from home. And just like in the row at home, when she’d thrown so many things at him, yelling and screaming. her eyes seemed to protrude. A shudder went down his spine. Malcolm muttered his order, his coins vibrating in his pocket as he edged closer to the service point.
            “One bag of chips, sweetheart.” Her eyes never left his face, but from the corner of his eye he could see her fingers smoothing paper, shovelling from the pan, sprinkling salt, waving the vinegar bottle. reaching out for his change, squeezing the white paper bag, virtually throwing it into his hands.
            He clutched the bag, felt heat from the chips and almost smiled, turning for the door with a last glance back at the face. But all his mind registered were two aggressive eyes staring at him. His foot part caught on the doorstep and his body tensed so much he almost dropped his food.
           He found a wall to squat on. His fingers pulled out the chips as he glanced up the road, staring at streetlights that sparkled on the evening air. Then he peered into the bag of chips. Two red eyes stared up at him. He shook his head, closed his eyes, took another chip. Slowly his lip muscles flexed, the tension slipping from his body. 
            He looked into the bag of chips. A face looked out at Malcolm. Not just two red eyes, but a face with shining red lips, cheeks that vibrated with the sound of chewing. This time he screamed.
            When the ambulance came, he was still trying to jump onto each chip.  “Shouldn’t have any more chips for a while, mate.” The driver said, helping him into the ambulance.

DAVID EDWARDS
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​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.

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