WELCOME TO MY RITUAL MAGIC WEB SITE
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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, 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.
CHRISTMAS CAROL
We waited till the big hand on our clock rose to a few minutes off twelve. I pushed the veranda door open and held Julie’s hand as she carefully walked down the snow-covered steps onto the patio. “Perhaps we shall hear the church bells if the wind is in the right direction.”
She squeezed my fingers, before buttoning her coat. “Shall we sing a carol? Maybe Hark the Herald…..While Shepherds Watch….” She broke off. “Listen. Who is that”.
I could swear the clock stopped at that exact minute. Julie reached for my hand, her mouth wide open. Soft, clear, slightly vibrant, the melody floated gently on the midnight air. “Silent Night, Holy Night, All is calm.”
“Where is that coming from. What a lovely voice. So…” I paused, then rubbed a tear that threatened to trickle down my cheek. “Christmassy.” I finished.
“It’s coming from number 46. You remember her little boy was killed by a drunken driver on Christmas Eve.”
I paused, wanting to join in. Not only wanted but would. I took a deep breath and, “Holy infant so tender….” I looked into Julie’s eyes and saw tears.
She kissed my cheek and while her head was close to mine, whispered, “There are at least four other folk singing.” A whiff of snow drifted down as though some celestial being was augmenting the scene. Resonantly a base voice from the road behind ours started a harmony. “Glory streams from heaven afar.”
“Christ the Saviour is born.” The original singer was adjusting her voice to fit in with the differing tones, still ensuring her voice was the strongest. Several windows had opened, heads leaning out as torches shone like fairy lights. A few more flakes of snow danced the melody.
“Silent night,” Another base amplified the last verse, building to a united harmony at “Jesus, Lord at thy Birth”. Occasional puffs of breath rippled as the snow caught them, but the silence was so loud.
Then Colin, our next-door neighbour and his wife, stepped onto their lawn. As the lantern torch lit tree branches, thickening snow made us draw collars tighter. His indrawn breath broke the silence before, “O come all ye faithful”. More windows opened until it sounded like a major choir greeting the day’s arrival. Then the original lady singer, brought a silvery essence of majesty with just the slightest tremor as her lips formed “joyful and triumphant.”
Loosing Julie’s hand, I walked out of our garden and slithered along the pavement. As the carol finished, I rang the bell of number 46. The opening door revealed decorations and Christmas cards hanging from a cord. Mrs Smithers had some embarrassment on her face. “Have I kept you awake?” she asked.
“Yes, but it was lovely.” I paused, wondering how she would react. “Please come and spend Christmas day with us.”
She began to shake her head. Then as I repeated my words, a smile lit her face and she slowly nodded.
“That would be lovely.” The door closed but reopened a crack. “See you at Eleven.”
“Happy Christmas,” I whispered clinging to front walls knowing Julie would be as pleased as me.
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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 movment 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.
