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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: email@example.com
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.
IF SHE COMES
Raymond turned to his mother, smiled the sort of smile no one trusted, then opened the front door, bending to pick up his bag, before stepping into the street. He felt he should have had an extra piece of toast to keep his uncertainty at bay. Promises are promises, he thought to himself as he kicked a stone on the edge of the pavement. It was only yesterday that they had talked, but he still felt a little unsure. Would he be able to cope?
A milk float squeaked its way round the corner and the milkie waved as he stepped from his cab. “Up early today then, Raymond.” He picked out four bottles. “Gonna be warm later, I reckon. You’ll be warm in your overalls.” Then he laughed. “You’re a bit early for the cinema though if you change your mind.”
Raymond smiled his embarrassment. He didn’t want to give too much away. After all it was his first time. “Jane is picking me up by Hammond St.” He tried to camouflage his bag by swapping it to his left hand. He muttered a farewell as the milkman pulled across the road, leaned from the cab and grabbed two empties.
He pulled his sleeve up and glanced at his watch. He frowned and shook his head. “Only 7.15. I’ve still got half an hour to wait” He tried to walk slower, but his legs wouldn’t let him. They seemed totally independent. He suddenly felt a need for a pee, but he’d had one before he left home. A smile touched his lips. It was going to be a good day. Then something deep inside his head connected with his lips as a frown switched itself on. “I know she’ll come,” he muttered.”
A 1950s Bedford tipping lorry blew its horn loudly as it crossed the traffic lights. Raymond waved, then felt embarrassed. He turned right, looked at the clock in the grocer’s window, then checked his own watch once more. Tension twitched through his fingers. “I’ll count to 100, and then wait.” And hope, he thought.
A grinding sound suddenly came from round the bend in the road. A whistle tooted and people erupted onto the pavement, talking excitedly. Children laughed, gasping as puffs of smoke drifted into orbit. Raymond grabbed his bag, stepping from the pavement as the whistle seemed to call his name. She was here. Jane had remembered her promise.
Chains clanked as the traction engine slowed. ”Morning, Raymond. Throw your bag on board and climb into the cab.”
His face reddened as the watching kids waved excitedly. “Pull the whistle to say good morning to Bessie. You ready for the Transport Festival?”
He grinned at Jane. “I’ve been ready all night. I knew you’d be here for me.”
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.