Tuesday, 6 December 2016

North, the Rise and Fall of the Polar Cosmos by Gyrus


http://polarcosmology.com/

What would it be like if culture was completely different, if we had taken any of a number of different routes in our cultural past? Not many authors dig as deep as Gyrus has done in 'North', dismantling deeply-embedded cultural assumptions.

Sure, there are other books, and this is indeed a hopeful trend in culture; instead of tinkering or trying to patch up the mess we have at the moment, let's look at its very roots and see if we can detect the basic flaws in our worldviews. Morris Berman did it with his 1989 book 'Coming To Our Senses', in which he shows how cultural shifts rely on some kind of collective gnosis, some new and ecstatic apprehension of reality, and that this cultural shift is not always a benign one. More recently and coming from a slightly different direction we have Nikki Wyrd's essay in which she suggests we abandon the primacy of 'higher' in her blog piece Dionysus' Doorway (https://theblogofbaphomet.com/2016/05/08/dionysus-doorway/ ).

On the cover of 'North' is a vortex, and the main text is sandwiched between two halves of an Extraordinary State of Consciousness at a Glastonbury festival. The core of the book takes us to where we can begin to see the underpinnings of our cultural assumptions; starting with Fire, where the rising sparks of a blaze point us to Sky and we encounter the first binary, earth and heaven. Once we have that vertical, we can divide up the surface of the earth, and we get North. The vertical binary is then applied to the body, and we get Head. Then the development of Copernican astronomy gives us Revolution. After that, Ice and the mysterious icy poles and finally, Space and its relevance to our current myths.

This is a very dense book, stuffed full of references to things you're unlikely to have read. But that is probably inevitable when a writer casts his net so wide in trying to catch the very biggest ideas. By and large, Gyrus succeeds in this ambitious quest; his dismantling of culture is a superb corrective to the Golden Age Aeonic narratives - such as those of Julius Evola - that are trotted out under the banner of Tradition. North is a toolkit, and part of a growing trend of rejecting the bases of the cultural forces that have got us to the state we are in today.

The link at the top is for buying the book (which I definitely recommend if you are interested in cultural transformation) but is also a whole website and blog devoted to the ideas in this book. Check it out. We have not heard the last of these ideas.

Sunday, 4 December 2016

Pranayama by Andre van Lysebeth


(I was going to plug the business I bought it off, M and J Books, but they have no detectable web presence at all. I encountered them via the Amazon UK portal. So this link won't take you there: https://www.waterstones.com/book/pranayama/andre-van-lysebeth/9780955241239 )

I only found out about the existence of this book recently, even though it was first published in 1979, via a footnote in another book I was reading. My reference treated it as a classic, and I can see why. That's why I'm reviewing it.

'Pranayama' held a number of surprises for me. At first I was put off by some curious attempts to demonstrate scientifically the existence of 'prana'. As I show in my forthcoming book 'Life Force: Sensed Energy in Breathwork, Psychedelia and Chaos Magic' we do not need the blessing of science to work with energy sensations and further, that concepts like 'prana' and 'qi' do not map smoothly onto concepts from physical science.

But then it got better and better. It covers everything, really: useful basic advice omitted by many texts on pranayama, from the control of abdominal muscles and the use of nostril-flaring to get the sensed-energy feeling through every kind of pranayama you'll have heard of and a couple you might not. It is written by a Westerner, but from a traditional perspective, making it valuable in terms of preserving Indian teachings which sometimes get lost in Western interpretations.

If breathing work interests you then this book is a must.

Friday, 2 December 2016

New edition of The Nine Doors of Midgard, by Edred Thorsson


From Wordery at http://bit.ly/2aZnoZj

I first read this book in 1996, when I joined the Rune-Gild. It is the training manual for that organization, and presents a scheme of self-initiation via a lengthy and thorough programme of work. At that time I bought the Llewellyn edition, one of those books where they use vanishing glue on the spine and so it eventually becomes loose leaf. Then for some time it was only available as a Gild internal document, so the new edition brings this extraordinary work to the wider world in a form which does not fall apart.

The scheme is very thorough, and amounts to a daily practice that you build up from a progressive menu of workings, new ones introduced in each of the 9 sections or 'Doors'. The work includes daily rituals, rune contemplation, magical diary (PAD or personal analysis diary), Germanic soul lore, breath and sound exercises that lead up to operative rune-galdor, the carving of runes leading up to the creation of runic talismans or spells, how to do rune-readings, energy circulation using runes and working with wights, both the lesser ones such as dwarves and the gods of Asgard. This scheme of magical work leads via the construction of a magical self (the Wode-Self), the composition of your own Rune-Poem and a brief introduction to seith, including utiseta ('sitting out' to discover your fylgia-animal) to the writing of your Master Work.

There is also a very useful reading list for each Door. The whole thing will take you at least three years and is designed to take you to Mastery, which is where your mentoring Rune-Gild Master and other Masters of the Gild declare that you have reached a stage where you are expected to teach. Thus the Gild maintains a high standard of transmission of magical learning.

If you are at all serious about working in the Northern tradition of magic, then you need to read this book.



Monday, 10 October 2016

Review of The High King's Vengeance by Steven Poore

The High King's Vengeance by Steven Poore

https://www.amazon.co.uk/High-Kings-Vengeance-Steven-Poore/dp/1911497049

This is the sequel to Heir to the North, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Heir-North-Steven-Poore/dp/1909845892, both being parts of Malessar's Curse. (I review HTTN here).

The tale opens in a tavern where we learn some important news via a couple of the less pleasant characters. As in HTTN, we hear of places that not everyone believes in the existence of - in this world, there are many lost layers of history, and few people know the whole story. As it happens, Norrow, Cassia's vile father, knows a good deal, and his knowledge is knowledge of coming war.

At the end of HTTN (no spoilers!) Cassia and her allies perform a kind of magical fix on the blasted northern land of Caenthell, but the fix will not hold. We meet her again, in the ruins of the magical battle that ended the first volume, picking up the shattered pieces of her life and the ruined lives of her companions.

It's hard to describe much of the action of this volume without giving spoilers about what happens in HTTN. Suffice it to say that Cassia is driven, often against her own desires and better judgement, to a terrible and final confrontation with the forces that shaped the land aeons ago and are now arising again with terrible, sorcerous power.

The gradual revelation of the High King's nature is a suitably chilling dimension to the whole story and there seems little hope most of the time of Cassia's prevailing or even surviving; she is up against forces which few in the world even know about, let alone understand. However, she gathers her companions for the march North, and deals from day to day with their lack of faith, their treachery and their desperate fear.

We see the growth in Cassia, the way she deals with her doubts - she is ill-prepared for the having the whole future of the North thrust upon her, and she has no taste at all for becoming Royalty.

We meet again some of the characters from HTTN and some new ones are introduced, particularly the Galliarcan prince Rais, who proves an excellent foil for Cassia's doubts and confusion. The plot is pacy and well-maintained - I found it unputdownable, and there is a big enough share of mysteries left for the final confrontation.

As for what happens to Cassia in the end, I won't be telling, but it fits extraordinarily well with everything that has gone so far.

Like epic fantasy? I suspect you will love this. But do read Heir to the North first. If you enjoyed HTTN, then you will enjoy this, the second and final part, even more. HTTN is a very satisfying read, from the level of plot, but this volume completed and rounds it out. Steven Poore has done it again!


Sunday, 3 July 2016

Review - Acid Drops, by Andy Roberts



https://psychedelicpress.co.uk/products/acid-drops-by-andy-roberts

I opened this book to a promising start - a Chaos Sigil, wound with ergotized cereal stalks... This is a clue to what is to follow.

The narrative plunges rapidly into Andy's first acid trip - a quite spectacularly 'bad' one. This is another clue - to Roberts's honesty. He is not trying to paint a pastel-rosy illusion of psychedelia but is interested in the whole thing, warts and all. Later in the book, he debunks a few popular misconceptions which have become 'acid myths' - such as Francis Crick being on LSD when he conceived the structure of DNA, the idea that anyone seriously considered putting acid in water supplies and the peculiar role of the chemical hydrazine hydrate in the Operation Julie acid raids.

Early in the text we have a well-informed overview of the illegalization of psychedelics, complete with a confession from a major War on Some Drugs player that the information distributed by the government was lies (nothing new there then, but it's good to have it clarified sometimes), and a snapshot of the surreal attitude of the government in sacking David Nutt, the man who told the truth about how harmful various drugs are, and lost his job because the truth 'sent the wrong message'.

From the start, Roberts outlines some important requirements for a successful trip, including quoting me from an old interview, about the power of intention.

There are some historical reflections for context, but the history of psychedelia, at least in UK, was covered very well in the author's 'Albion Dreaming'; this is quite a different book, more personal, diving down into details in interviews with major figures from psychedelia - acid chemist Casey Hardison, Liz Elliot (former partner of Bran Barritt and friend/lover of Timothy Leary) and even an exchange of emails with Augustus Oswley in his final years.

Other essays in this kaleidoscopic offering include some background to Alan Ginsberg's poem about an LSD trip in Wales and thoughts about the Grateful Dead's mass telepathy experiment.

Speaking of the Dead, Roberts does not flinch from revealing what went on behind the curtains of Middle England during the acid days of his youth. I have occasionally wondered why the main activity - listening to records - was not mentioned in other accounts. That's mainly what my friends and I did back in those late 60s-early 70s days - listened to the latest offering from the great psychedelic bands. Roberts and I concur on favourite groups - I too thought the Dead and the Incredible String Band were the performers of choice for
deep inner voyages, together (in my case) with Jefferson Airplane, Love and the mighty and oft-neglected Spirit.

There are also account of influential events in British psychedelia - the original 1971 Glastonbury and the Welsh Mushroom Fairs.

Last but not least Roberts considers the magical worldview, with his extraordinary story of the plastic ducks. No spoilers, read the book! Synchronicity abounds when you take acid and go out walking... As to what you do with the events that happen, that can take up the rest of your life.

Magic encircles the book, from the comments in the Introduction to Julian Vayne's epilogue. Each chapter ends with the same ergot-entangled chaos star; this is not to say that Roberts is slipping an occult viewpoint in under the radar, but I think it is fait to say that his comments in the Introduction about Chaos Magic show that he regards its multi-model agnosticism as the most useful conceptual framework for dealing with the slippery, layered realities of the psychedelic gnosis. And if Mr Roberts is not saying that, then I am.

This is a superb book, very well written and, if you are at all interested in these issues, unputdownable.

Monday, 23 May 2016

Heart of Magic: Based on talk given at Twisted Power event, London, May 20th 2016


I begin by saluting all the gods of magic, language and poetry.
Hail Woden!
Hail Tehuti!
Hail Hermes!

Why are gods of magic also gods of language and poetry?
Because the heart of poetry is also the heart of magic.
That answer first came to me in the course of a psychedelic experience.

The first time I smoked DMT, once I got the hang of it ('pay attention!') and let go, I was being guided, on a journey along a strange road. Something inside me said 'this is the heart of poetry'.
I have never thought of myself as a poet, and it was one of those sayings that seem unutterably profound at the time, but which I could only make a limited amount of sense out of the next day.
In this case, I found it was one of those sayings that you understand later.
Years later.

It took me nearly 20 years to put together the rest of the answer, to understand that that the voice that spoke was the voice of the god within me, and that god was the storyteller god.

When I speak of stories here, I'm not just talking about the visible, audible narratives we consume daily, in the forms of internet stories, TV, the printed word and audio. Our massive appetite for narratives from other people is still but the tip of an iceberg of storytelling, much of which consists of the unaccounted-for things our minds do, the dark matter of our worlds, the inner monologue that holds our worlds in place. Because we tell ourselves stories about ourselves and the world ALL THE TIME.

That voice came from me from my innermost core, the place from where I build my world, and it had made that astonishing leap of becoming self-aware. The I that makes my world, normally way behind the scenes, was now fully conscious and visible. And it was telling a tale, of a cosmic roadway, a journey along which was laid out, visually-rendered, answers to deep questions about life, death and transformation.

The storyteller god is actually present all the time, only obscured by the very stories he or she tells; we are quite literally spell-bound by her; he is what is at the core of the world, the story. She is there all the time, the narrator, and we watch and listen avidly.

Writers record glimpses of that very state in which the self is identified with the storyteller and the world s/he makes: As Thomas Traherne wrote in the 17th century:

'You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.'

On that trip, I'd stumbled into the place where we are all Gods, telling stories that make the world turn, that put the stars in the sky.

So why do we tell ourselves stories all the time?

The universe does not provide us with meaning. So we have to make it for ourselves. We do this by telling ourselves stories about our experience. Our inner narratives are how we make our lives meaningful. And making meaning is what we are all engaged in, all the time. It is the very core of being human.

The themes of our lives, the stories we tell ourselves are ideas that we stake our very lives on. Love, struggle, victory; compassion, sacrifice, transformation; transmutation, growth, awakening.

Our gods are all made by this central storyteller god - not for no reason is Odin called Allfather, not for no reason is Hermes called Kosmokrator, creator of the Cosmos. It's all there in the name.

So all our gods are fictions scripted by our innermost storyteller, the God behind all the Gods.
And our demons are fictions too.

No, I didn't say they weren't real.

As William Burroughs wrote in Apocalypse:
The creatures of all your dreams and nightmares are right here, right now, solid as they ever were or ever will be

So stories are right at the heart of magic.

The link between stories and magic is more practical and explicit too. Kenneth Grant was perhaps the first magician to emphasize the power of fiction, in his taking on of the Cthulhu Mythos as a magical system.

Chaos Magicians recognize the utility of fiction in constructing magical worlds. Cthulhu Mythos entities can be as or more effective than those obtained from grimoires of dubious provenance.
And then there is Baphomet. This is a deity of magic and nature, reconstructed from sources so uncertain and dubious that it can be considered fictional, but which works anyway, certainly more so than many other gods.

Chaos Magic also recognizes the layers of storytelling involved in working magic. First, you have to tell yourself that you are a magician, and get used to that identification for some time before you get sufficiently behind it to make magic work for you. Or you will sabotage your magic, again and again, because it does not fit with the world you have created, by being 'normal.'

Then you engage in the specific theatre of the magical style you have chosen.

So when we do magic, we are engaging in magical theatre.
On one notable occasion, the early Chaos group known as the Circle of Chaos used science fiction theatre. We told ourselves we were channelling our future, relatively-perfected magical selves. This idea is close to Edred Thorsson's concept of the Wode-Self, or even an existentialist version of the Holy Guardian Angel.

From this position of power, we created a group servitor, my first experience of making an egregore entity, which is an extraordinarily powerful magical tool.

Each of us wrote and delivered an evocation of the entity. These are the words I used:

Intelligence of boundless sight
Soaring eye, winged snake of light
Who was a pool of timeless water
Gusts of starlight scattered in
Whose breath was as the speech of Gods
Whose heart a whirlpool, atom thin

And who in Chaos exhaled Time
And who in Time was clothed in skin
Is whom we see in wakened eye
Acknowledge in unfettered mind

I am as thee, thou art as me
Emergent soul of humankind

Another way in which magic and stories intersect is what comic writer Grant Morrison called a Hypersigil, an artwork that exists to perform a magical task.

In 1997 I wrote Chaotopia! I knew that Chaos Magic needed to expand its discourse, take in mysticism and the pursuit of so-called higher consciousness, uncouple all that from religion and treat it as a subjective-experimental discipline, in the same way it took in magic, and make more sense out of it for the modern age.

It was a book of essays structured around a model of consciousness, deliberately loose and open-ended, it was a hypersigil to manifest the same kind of critical approach to mysticism as CM had done with magic.

It succeeded - First came Alan Chapman's Advanced Magick for Beginners in 2008, laying out magic in a way which related its practice explicitly to Awakening, and making the idea of Awakening much more believable for many people, including myself. Previously, I'd always been put off the idea by the religious viruses inhabiting most mystical discourse.

And then in 2011 came an even deeper deconstruction of what magic is about, Aaron Daniels' Imaginal Reality, finally updating Chaos Magic's philosophical basis to take in existentialism, and developing a full-on mystical-existentialist approach to the Quest.

So how does my fiction connect to my magical world? What is it for?
One purpose is the imagining of futures, which is why I write SF, which requires more world-building than mainstream literature. In short, thought-experiments about societies.
These always starts from a bright, optimistic view of future possibilities.

The other, darker side of world building concerns the dystopian themes I play with in my mind and in my fiction.

What this amounts to is me dealing with the madness of the world, what I think of as metabolising it, making it part of me without the damaging power of helplessness. More of which in a moment.

I started on at least three other novels before TRTT. I never finished them. Part of one of them became my first-ever published piece of fiction, in the 1990s Rebels and Devils collection. My previous novels stalled because I never had a big enough theme for it to seem to be worth extending to novel length.

What started me writing TRTT, the first novel I ever finished, was a comment at a Rune-Gild Moot by Edred Thorsson, who suggested we each might try writing about our 'ideal worlds'. Although the idea was not directed at work for publication, I started making notes about what became the Kingdom of Wessex, writing for an imagined readership.

Quickly, I realised that in order to make it interesting it had better not be a perfect society. Rather, it needed to be decidedly better in some ways than the present one but flawed and under pressure.

So I had my big theme: A techno-magical dystopia, a flooded world, a neo-traditionalist, English Heathen society.

I mentioned the damaging power of helplessness. Clearly, it is good for those in power if we feel helpless. The world is being grabbed by big interests, from under our very noses and sold back to us, piecemeal.

With Twisted Power, I am processing my own terror and revulsion and anger at the state of the world. It is a dark tale.

But it has an upside - the promise of magic.
Magic works.
Magic has real effects.

Magic is a potential source of agency for disempowered people (nearly all people) who have no real influence via conventional channels.
I've heard of a whole range of magical styles in use for enchantments to improve the world, from hedge witchery to evocation of corporate spirits as mighty demons.

For an instance of the latter:
'Mighty Monsanto, thee I conjure, poisoner of the world, dispossessor of the poor, deceiver of multitudes, mighty thief and most puissant murderer, thee do I bind into this Triangle of Magic Art, in the Holy Names of Chaos!'

We are not victims of the global neoliberal conspiracy, or whatever other appearance of irresponsible power seems to you to be imprisoning us. It is all narrative.
And we can change it, if we become conscious enough.

Get to the core of your narrative-making godhood, your inner Woden. Take control of your output of magic because, make no mistake, we are all doing magic, all the time. We are constantly spinning tales, which keep the world as it is. Thus is the world scripted, the religious would like us to believe. As Burroughs parodied, 'Mektoub: it is written.'

So we can learn how to unwrite it. To write our own scripts.

As Burroughs put it, 'Storm the reality studio'.

Monday, 2 May 2016

Two Icelandic Magic books

You wait for years for another book on Icelandic Sorcery and then two come along.

In chronological order:

Icelandic Magic: Aims, Tools and Techniques of the Icelandic Sorcerers, by Christopher Alan Smith, http://avaloniabooks.co.uk/catalogue/norse-viking/icelandic-magic/ 
Previous to this, the only material in English on Icelandic magic and my first taste of its magical syncretism had been Stephen Flowers' The Galdrabok, in 1990. (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Galdrabok-Icelandic-Grimoire-Stephen-Flowers/dp/087728685X) .

This book is a thorough and very readable survey of five hand-written manuscripts, personal books of magic, giving us a glimpse across time, from the 16th to the 19th centuries, of a whole tradition of magic which still feels alive today. One of these volumes Christopher Smith translated himself.

'Aims, Tools and Techniques' provides rich backgrounds to the folk-magic - the material history, the religious shifts and persecutions, which are interspersed seamlessly into the exposition. The spells themselves range over the usual human preoccupations, particularly in a poor and pressured community, and are categorized into ten main categories, with careful consideration of the distinctions between 'white' and 'black' magics. The text and presence of the material is made more vivid with facsimile insets of original manuscripts.

I was honoured to read Chris Smith's book when it was in the version that became his Master Work of Rune-Lore for the Rune-Gild. One of the vital functions of the Gild is to nurture, encourage and challenge people to give of their best in what they write and produce, thereby helping light the way into Germanic esotericism. Such documents form lasting monuments to the author's personal quest. Chris Smith's book is one such.

The head of the Gild in its present form has added another stellar book to his long list of essential reading for anyone who wants to look seriously at the Northern Tradition.

Icelandic Magic: Practical Secrets of the Northern Grimoires by Stephen E. Flowers, http://www.innertraditions.com/icelandic-magic.html
His Galdrabok contained enough magical detail for an experienced wizard to build a few rituals; Icelandic Magic is a full-blown practical grimoire. Historical perspectives and an underpinning of the kind of confident and precise exposition of magic only a seasoned magical teacher can offer, build a solid base for the grimoire section. Thorsson declares:

'What you now possess is ... a genuine book of magic and should be treated with reverence to ensure that it maintains its magical essence.'

Then we are treated to some very interesting tales of great Icelandic wizards. These were men (most victims of witchcraft trials in Iceland were men) of widely differing reputation, and this section gives us food for our imaginings of what it is to practice magic, what kind of being we might become.

The grimoire from which the spells are taken is the famous Gray-Skin. The extensive appendices include tables of runes and rune kennings. The usual range of spells is present in the grimoire lists, but the way Thorsson expounds magical practice makes 'Practical Secrets' a unique volume, not a mere collection of spell-recipes.

I can unreservedly recommend both of these books to serious students of Northern magic.