i took up art (yet again) a few years ago
one of the first exercises was a self-portrait
another was a picture of the artist’s own hand.
What is magic?
The words magical and medical are almost the same in many languages, including English, and in some languages they are the same. Some people distinguish between magic and miracles, while others are unwilling to call anything magic, believing that there is a ‘rational explanation’ for everything, even if we don’t yet understand it. In the 20th Century, it was normal to encourage little children to believe in magic, but they were taught as they grew up that it was only fantasy; that there is no magic at all. But now adults are believing in it and teaching and practicing it once more.
What do we mean by magic? Children’s fiction is very definite about it. You can change into things. You can change one thing into another, or a person into an animal, plant or thing. You can make things appear or disappear, and you might fly through the air or round the world and back in the twinkling of an eye. Charms and amulets can ward off spells, heal any wound instantly, cure any disease. Enchanted castles, magic flutes, frogs who turn into princes when kissed, flying carpets, amulets, charms and runes, dragons, mermaids and giants, all are completely magical, all are ardently believed in by most children in our culture for at least a few years of their lives.
Why do we continue to give these ideas to our children? Where did they come from in the first place? Some of the oldest traditional folktales we have tell of magic and enchantment: stories from the mists of our half-remembered past. The Pied Piper spirits away all the children of Hamelyn, Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother changes her rags to a glittering ball gown, ogres shapeshift, dragons devour maidens, and wish-granting genies emerge from unstoppered bottles. Did such things ever happen, in the dawn of time – before the ice-age, or in the glorious days of atlantis, or the even more ancient mu?
Usually it is easy to see how the impression of magic entered accounts of perfectly unmagical events in the ancient past. The holy grail is brought in and handed around by a priest, but as language evolves, the wording of the story becomes antiquated, and its figures of speech are strange to new generations of listeners. We hear that the grail ‘appeared’; that is to say, ‘was brought in’. The naïve hearer misunderstands, thinking it ‘appeared out of thin air’. We hear that ‘two white hands’ conveyed it from person to person. Most of us would understand that these were the hands of a commonplace, fully visible priest, but our ancestors learnt these poems as naive children and if not corrected, they grew up imagining these hands as magical hands that did not belong to a body – they simply ended at the wrists, or in little puffs of golden mist redolent of heaven – and so that’s what they taught. The story changes subtly again when their listeners become retellers, until it becomes necessary to assert these false impressions of magicalness as if they were the solemn truth, changing the wording to suit.
This is especially likely to happen when the listener is already awed by the sacredness of the tale, as during a reconstruction or renaissance, when the poems of a suppressed culture whose language is already archaic are revived and sometimes it changes the tale into a myth, replete with awesome ‘magic’ that mesmerises generation after generation. Why do we believe it? Clearly our need for mythic magic is often stronger than our need for history, but why? Are we trying to find in our little histories and folk-tales evidence of magic we know was practised in the past, but no longer is? Are we keeping alive this belief in it in order to revive it? If so, as our ancestors once were, surely we are magical, and magic is natural, that it hasn’t disappeared, just gone inward for good or ill (too often for ill, since so much illness is psychosomatic or has a psychosomatic dimension), and that it can and must be brought out and made active for the good of all once more.
If magic was once commonplace, where did it go, and if entirely inwards, why? Magic can be for good or ill. It can heal, but it can also hurt, and so is valuable as a weapon. Perhaps it was something like this: our early human cultures, when threatened by others would promote to high status their best defensive magicians, those that could weaken, disperse or hurt their enemies. As these cultures matured they would interact with other cultures on both friendly and hostile terms, and they’d learn to fear each other’s magic.
So conquerors would begin by sending out commandments to ‘’kill all witches” from among the conquered, and to “let not a wizard live”. We see examples of this in the bible histories, garbled as they are by bad translation and misrepresentation. (The biblical examples were not the first to forbid the magic of the defeated nations, those of the devils and demons, ogres, fairies and witches to name a few, and to exalt its own magic to the status of divine miracles.) In reaction, the oppressed peoples would consciously or unconsciously exert their strongest magical force to weaken the magic of the oppressor.
Conquest and oppression over many millennia has eroded our natural magic and disabled our magicians, until magic rarely occurs visibly. When people notice that magic ‘never happens’ in their ‘real’ world, they stop believing in it altogether. But there are always some groups of serious-minded adults who keep alive ancient magical traditions – the Freemasons, Rosicrucians, some witch and druid organizations – and attempts are often made to bring back old mystery schools for the teaching and practice of real magic in the material world. Most of these are able to teach students to produce ‘magical’ results in the simplest sense of the word – to make objects seem to disappear by waving a rod over them, for example. Faith healing does seem to work for some individuals sometimes. Street magicians in India and Egypt still baffle skeptics and impress even sophisticated observers. It does seem as if we do recall past magic, and yearn to retrieve it while fearing some of its possible consequences.
Exciting as this kind of magic is, much of it appeals to the egotist, the individual who wants to be admired, and most of us are beyond that. Last century saw our planet brought close to suicide. Two world wars and the electronic mass media brought a global consciousness to people who had never before thought much beyond their own communities. Science and technology shows us that our planet is alive, and even while we are still discovering that, to our dismay we find her ill, panic-stricken, ravaged with disease and war, terrorised by UFOs, and headed for seemingly certain death through ecological disaster. Political, religious, cultural and health issues tear humanity apart. People ask, ‘Has the world gone mad?’ Most people want something better from magic, something that will help. As a maturing species we have a long way to go, but at this stage of our evolution people in general are much more altruistic, and are shifting the emphasis of magical practice towards healing.
Medical advances and advances in psychology have shown that much disease is psychosomatic, the result of mind over matter i.e., bad magic. Furthermore, the medical profession now admits that good magic can heal disease. Not only prayer, but visualisation, game-playing involving sympathetic magic, and the changing of attitudes from pessimistic to optimistic are all potent healing techniques. Their action is ‘metaphysical’. ‘Meta-’ means change, ‘physical’ is to do with the interaction of forces. A change in a physical system outside the mind caused by the will is a metaphysical change. Metaphysical changes are magical changes. Everyone can cause them, for good or ill. This course aims to enable the student to take conscious control of the metaphysics of their own being in order to manage it for their own good and for the good of their communities.
Wonderful as this is, magical healing with its quick, easily visible results is only part of the story. The major revival of magic that began with the New Age tends to be more ambitious even than that. Having seen images of our tiny, vulnerable planet from space, we have bonded to her in a new way, and our healing wishes are often for her. Magic performed in our circles and temples often has a global intention. ‘Light and love’ and ‘healing’ are sent into all parts of the world, peace meditations are held worldwide and conscious intentions for the good of all beings are sent telepathically to suffering countries. Many see their magic as having the power to heal the environment as well, helping the ecology and saving threatened species.
It goes both ways – Gaia responds by empowering her healers, teaching shamanic healing for local use once again. The educated will of a trained magician is capable of far greater miracles of healing and magic of all kinds than that of an untrained healer. This course undertakes to enable the student of magic to unlock their own natural magic, connect with the major shamanic systems of the world and train their wills to perform the kind of magic great and small, for healing, creativity and change, that our planet’s salvation might well depend upon.
The Force be with you…
i’ve listened to the scientists and this is my reply;
respectfully i must advise, we don’t see eye to eye.
my animistic atoms making predetermined shapes,
mechanically intending everything from stars to apes,
just flout the simple sanity of your established science
and seem to treat the ‘evidence’ with cavalier defiance.
you say that planet earth is really not a living being;
it doesn’t grow or reproduce – going by what you’re seeing.
but eggs and pupae, they don’t grow, nor do they reproduce
and who knows what this earth will do when we’re no further use?
it goes beyond the evidence to say: ‘it is alive’,
but just as much to say: ‘it’s not’, however you contrive.
astronomers with bated breath observe that stars evolve.
they explicate the physics in equations that they solve.
the time-scale is enormous, so we shouldn’t judge too soon –
it won’t be long before our genes ‘inseminate’ the moon!
we don’t know how the planets form – we’ve only made a guess
but why assume that they are lacking sexual prowess?
some scientists talk of termite mounds, made by, but not, biota
suggesting earth’s inanimate: i’m not fazed one iota.
our bones are inorganic things, secreted by our cells,
just like a beetle’s carapace, or nautiluses’ shells.
our sial, like a carapace, protects the inner flows
that roil so metabolically; and life upon it grows!
another speaks of darwin, in defence of whom she says
all creatures are accounted for, all qualities and traits.
that gives me pause until i see that yes! she’s partly right -
continuum from go to whoa – a brilliant, brave insight!
if sentimental purpose crafts the atoms in a star
why not what’s in big bangs themselves? that isn’t so bizarre!
my viewpoint’s still post-modern (not yet moved to what comes next)
but I still maintain that matter should be seen in terms of ‘text’
with networks just like world-wide-webs jam-packed with brawling memes
(or, since my term’s more general, perhaps we’ll call them ‘emes’,
a healthy little suffix that can serve us as a word)
a ‘textrichness’, articulate? that isn’t so absurd.
genes craft all traits of plants and beasts and do so from within.
but processes are just as smart within an atom’s skin.
so each big bang, when first it starts to outwardly explode
is explicating latent text according to a code.
and now that’s said, it looks to me so simple and so plain -
i s’pose it does to you, too, so i’ve no need to explain.
to sum up, with a metaphor: a gene is hawking’s turtle
sustained by inner turtles (now, look deep – try not to hurtle
precipitately inward) with each subatomic one
sustained by other inner ones, and when all’s said and done
this turtle soup inside a gene can ‘quark’ ad infinitum.
it’s turtles, going in not down! come on! they’re there! why fight ’em?
they came in fleets of sailing ships,
some free, but most in chains.
they built their towns and cleared their fields
upon these fertile plains.
and they explored on foot, on horse,
on camel, and by sea,
and found the land already home
to people proud and free.
a people with an ancient law
as old as stars above. . .
with trepidation now they watched
these men devoid of love.
they saw the shackled convict slaves
flogged half to death and worse.
they heard their howls of agony,
they heard the tyrants’ curse.
and in their time they too succumbed
defeated by the gun -
their spears could not defend them so
they had too turn and run.
the trees and mountains saw it all,
the wild bush creatures too,
koala, emu, terrapin,
snake, crow and kangaroo.
and as the land had always done
it held its magic rites,
communing with the dreamtime stars
through all the fear-filled nights.
they gathered like a zodiac
round sacred uluru,
and talked and planned and danced and sang
and made strong magic, too.
they clapped and chanted for their laws
of gentleness and peace
to put an end to slavery
and give the slaves release.
they brought down law on all of us
its spirit true and strong
for justice and equality,
cruel slavery is wrong!
for in this deep and timeless land
of landscapes harsh and wild
there is a sacred promise made
to every newborn child
for every child’s a universe
ablaze with living stars,
within this law of sacredness
we’re all great avatars.
we humans need good lives, safe homes,
our children cared for too,
health, freedom, power, a voice for all,
not only for the few.
the beasts are many and the plants
are cosmic dreamings, yes,
our planet lives and feels her lands
reacting to the stress
this law comes down upon us all,
unspoken, yet well-known –
this star-blessed earth must cherished be
it isn’t just our own.
in the chaos of deep space
we were dust
in the young oceans of the earth
we were fish
in ancient forest trees, as apes
we flew like birds
and then:
together in the firelight
to the beat of shaman drums
and the lilt of spell-binding flutes
we were becoming
the peoples of the earth.
we learnt to hunt
and thus intertwined our lives
with the lives of wild beasts
we learnt to build
and we are the temple stones
the trustworthy bridge
we learnt to weave
and we are the woven threads,
the fabric firm and good.
we learned to farm
and we are the ripening grain
and the healing herbs
we learned to sail
and we are the unknown lands,
the wandering tides.
we learned to fight
and we are the battles the wars
and the peace process.
we learned to love
and we are the awesome power of love
and the gentleness.
no two alike, so myriad,
long ages peopled with bright spirits
animating matter from within.
like the rays of the sun
we began as one
containing within us
the essence of all.
we bred and diversified – behold the bright rainbow
from jet black to pure white
and all colours in between
the red and the brown and the golden
from dwarves to giants
we are all shapes and sizes
and in all the visible and invisible worlds
past present and future
we are myriad
and yet still one species
polyune
broad is the rainbow
displaying all colours and kinds
we are the peoples of the earth,
blending with the myriad species
in the rainbow of the manifestation of life.
let no harm come to us
let no harm come through us.
may the lovingness of life nurture us
may the truth shine bright within us
and may we find noble destinies worthy of us all.
goodbye, adelaide! by vyvyan ogma wyverne
the morning sparkled golden, the sun shone resplendent in a perfect blue sky, and the birds sang joyfully in flowery gardens that fine spring day in 3011 when adelaide rose up vertically into the sky, ascended with never a wobble to the outer edge of the atmosphere and left earth forever.
the entire population was ready for the take-off, had been preparing for it for ninety years, ever since the launching of brussels which had followed singapore some forty years earlier, bound for destinations our 21st century astronomers have not yet imagined. many families had gathered on the city beaches where they could watch the changing sea-levels, with their dogs barking gaily and the dolphins playfully barrelling through the surf. crowds gathered on the top floors of the highest buildings in the city where they could see the borders of the metropolis and its surrounding farmlands and forests, and all around to the shallow sea in the west, to observe the slow smooth separation of the city from its mother planet. swarms of spectators darkened the green meadows at the outer edges of the metropolitan dome. huge crowds had gathered in the surrounding countryside to farewell them. all over the city, media supplied images and commentary on the process for those who were interested. millions just held the excitement inside themselves, and went on with their daily work as if it were not a holiday at all!
it was a flawless take-off. diligent, infallible robots had dug their way around and under the city, sealing it from the earth and sea with space-worthy products unknown to present day science, and installing the technological marvels that were now levitating it slowly into the air. elegant little cyber-beasts had spun a clear gel into an impenetrable shield so sheer it was almost invisible. working continuously for decades, they had covered the inner city in a high, skyscraper-accommodating cloche, which corresponded almost symmetrically to the deepest part of the shallow bell-curve beneath it containing the multi-storied underground. both upper and lower bells flared out into wide undulating flanges containing the suburbs and the rolling forested hills and meadows surrounding them. it looked like a flying saucer. by mid-morning the lowest points were visible above land-level and the stay-behinds were already skating in the 50 kilometer basin left below.
she rose serenely, the curve of her outer edge glimmering like a nervous smile. viewed from the earth, the city of adelaide was a gradually diminishing silvery cloud by mid-afternoon, and by nightfall another moon. next morning, she was no longer visible, her meagre reflections dazzled out of sight by the light of the rising sun.
but even by then, in the inner city bowl, workers were already converting the launching pads into landing gear all ready to receive the first city from the planet zwah in the galaxy of xyth which had been in improbability drive for almost an earthly decade and was even now hovering quietly on the outer edge of the solar system waiting for permission to land.
bizarre? not in view of what is already happening under our biggest cities, where strange hidden excavations go deeper and ever deeper underground. we’ve already got the beginnings of the technology and as far as i can see we seem to be taking it more or less in that general direction.
gaia is a strange animal. her cities behave vaguely like glands or ganglia, but it isn’t hard to see them as seeds or ova, beginning as projections from the ground, the planet using highly specialised motile biota (humans) to extract and organise the materials for their hard structures (roads and buildings) and to provide the millions or billions of soft body parts that animate them, which then produce the mechanisms that enable this faultless act of abscission, as described in my flight of fancy above.
if i were incarnate then, would i go or stay? well, it depends. i am an earthling, and i quite like living on this little blue-green planet far from the hustle and bustle of the major space highways of interstellar trade and commerce. i would miss old sol rising and setting and the stars twinkling away in the vault of heaven, with the moon smiling down on soft springtime evenings.
but then i also like evolving radically if it’s in the best interests of the cosmos. i daresay they’ll have gone a bit further with virtual reality than we have yet, and i could bask in an exact replica of an earthly sunbeam complete with birdsong and farmyard fragrance whenever i felt the need – even chat with old friends back home on whatever they’ll be using for chat in 3011. they’ll have come to some agreement about weather conditions and simulated circadian events that we’ll all be content with.
but then, if virtual reality gets that good, why would we bother to launch city after city after city when we could get the same effects sitting in chairs? though of course there’s no reason why we shouldn’t have both options – indeed, all manner of options we haven’t even thought of yet.
i suppose i’d opt for technologically assisted armchair travel in the comfort of my earthly home, with a flower bed and a veggie patch, some chooks, a goat or two and a cat and a dog, and a great big apple tree, full of little sweetly singing birds – and a big friendly compost heap all full of worms and beetles. but i could probably do all that just as well on the galaxy of klurgl as here.
so bring on the future, i say!
deep magic drew me
from the all generating chaos into the forms and fantasies of the planetary drama to pit my greed and rage against cruel rocks of denial
i piled them rock upon rock i built a high tower i saw all the way to the rising sun and vistas away to the sea and the green forest closed round my tower and fed me with fruits and much venison
the stately sharing kindness of trees nurtured my happiness the brambles throve around my door the fruit trees followed me home herbs sprang up all a-buzz with bees and the honey ran down my walls
by a sparkling stream i cut a reed and piped for the birds and the fishes and flocks and i sheltered them among shady trees and i wove my garments of their fragrant locks
my hard iron ax cut deep i felled great trees great forest gods i slew i made fine halls strong furniture and ships carriages firewood and fence posts cleared the land.
and gathered into my barn the annual feast of fruit and grain and all the bounteous gifts of autumn in a land of sun and showers and pleasant breezes singing in the hay
and still i plundered nests among the stubble found late eggs to add to my winter store and plump nestlings rabbits hares and more
and acorns in the forest falling leaves revealed the clustering nuts in forest glades i cut my stalwart staff to knock them down i filled my sack with hazel chestnut walnuts bulging full
my cellar stocked i built my winter hearth which purred for me all winter while the land slept under snow stout barrels slowly emptying supplied me all i needed till the spring
i filled my hours with loving labour cobbled my boots smoothed to velvet softness skins of deer and sheep made saddles harnesses and parchment too
the cherishing richness and the generous habits of loving nurture into which i came questing as a soul deva dreaming established themselves in me even while i smiled and basked in the smiling of the sky
and when in my sleep i dropped like a ripe fruit from the tree of my life of my ancient lineage my godhead i saw the deep magic drawing from chaos into the drama of life the outrageous souls
into the circle of forest calm
and i cherish them all all deep in my all-knowing chaos i cherish them all
an articulate claw, an attentive eye,
busy with some deep business
to do with the breaking into of shells
and the plundering of treasure underneath
there’s a soft laughter in the shaking out
of hackles warm with darkness, yes,
rich findings in this busy-season biome,
all welcome, for the gathering in of wealth
richly enjoying the feast, loving the gratification,
old white-eye never doubts the utter reasonableness
of getting enough – enough of what is well worth
the seeking, the danger, the breaking into.