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With the greatest sorrow, I must announce the death of Patricia Turner on 31st of May 2020. Since the death of Robert Turner, Pat has been the head of the Order of the Cubic Stone and has been the focal point for members of the society. My deepest wishes go out to her Son Neil and daughter Ann.
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: 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.
WAITING. DAVE EDWARDS
Time never goes so slowly as when you are waiting, thought Jenny. She glanced at her watch and frowned. Will he be on this train? A north bound train shot through Lichfield station and she felt the shudder of its slipstream touch an inner dimension of her mind.
She sat on the edge of a bench turning her head to make sure her car was still where she’d left it. She fidgeted further onto her seat and began glancing at waiting passengers, wondering where they were heading. Or perhaps like her they waited for family or friends to arrive. Her hands slipped into her bag and pulled out a black and white photo. She smiled and let it touch her lips before replacing it. They had both been on the same week’s banking course in London. Peter had his own flat and they had spent spare time socialising there before she had to return to her own accommodation each evening.
Then after the course on Thursday they had realised how attached to one another they had become and that night they shared Peter’s bedroom for the evening. Now he was about to spend the weekend with Jenny. Her eyes flickered from side to side as if making sure no one was watching her. Then she smiled before checking the time again.
The loudspeaker crackled into life and she realised this was the moment. Would he be on the train? She stood and edged closer to the platform edge.
“Stand clear of the yellow lines, please.” The railway official said, then winked as she turned to look at him. “You waiting for someone, love?”
She could feel her pulse, pounding as she nodded.
“If he is first class he’ll be at rear of train. Normal traveller, towards the front.” He took his pocket watch out. “Dead on time.” His weathered face smiled. “Boy friend,eh?”
She hesitated, then words flew as though wafted by air as a non-stopping express passed in the opposite direction. “I met him on a course in London. He’s coming to stay for a few days.” Jenny felt her face reddening. I’m 31 now. Old enough to know what I want. And how I feel about Peter.
“Good luck to you my love,” he said unfurling his flag as the train shuddered to a halt.
Jenny walked slowly towards the front of the train, her eyes searching for someone wearing the casual clothes he was going to wear. One coach from the front, a tear trickled from her eye. She turned back to the platform exit. He had not come. The train rumbled into life. Suddenly someone was shouting from the other end of the platform. "Jenny! I went the wrong way, love.”
Her eyes opened wide as he flung his arms round her. Their lips touched and Jenny heard the soft voice of the porter. “You can’t beat travelling by train, my dear.”
Tears flooded down her cheeks and she flung her arms round Peter.
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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.
