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October 25, 2010

*Ron Gasparri*, founder of MSI – Modern Scientific Illuminism, colleague, co-conspirator and friend has been so kind and generous to have written and posted a terribly good review for the book “Dreams of the Magus – Where Angels Fear to Tread.” It is as follows –


Indirect Prose, Profoundly Enlightening, Esoteric & Kabbalistic Revelation

“Some books are well-written. Some books have relevant information. Some books are filed with grand, meaningless rhetoric. G. Peter Madstone’s “Dreams of the Magus” is well-written, contains relevant information and has meaning throughout its easily readable, flowing style that is reminiscent of Robert Anton Wilson’s style, as found in his masterpiece, “Quantum Psychology.” Before I go on, I have to proudly disclose that Pete is a good friend of mine and rather than assume that would skew this review in a positive direction, it actually made me read it with a more critical eye. That’s the point; as near and dear as the Western Esoteric Tradition is to me, I would never actively promote anything that claims to be a device for illumination that didn’t provide any light at all.

I read “Dreams of the Magus” in one sitting and that’s how I recommend everyone reads it. There are obvious Kabbalistic allusions throughout this book and in this context, both the new aspirant and seasoned Esotericist alike will appreciate, and receive. Many have the perception that Magick is just something that Harry Potter does with his wand in hand. After reading this book, not only will that misconception be erased, it will be exceedingly clear that there is far less “hocus pocus” involved at all. The overall implication I took away from this lucid, well written guide is that Magick is a lifestyle that empowers one to take responsibility for every aspect of his or her life. It is a proactive approach that leaves Chaos as little room as possible to meddle, and that is not paranormal at all. That shouldn’t diminish the importance of active ritual, but it should put it in context. Universal energy made use of to manifest a desired reality works best when one ensures it can augment self under the best possible conditions.

There a few typos that made into the final draft, but they do nothing to take away from the value of this guide that should be in every serious student’s collection.”


Added to this review comes another 5 star rating! Of course, as author of this book, I will take a shameless moment to also blow the same horn. This is an extremely valuable book which can benefit anyone who reads it in some unimaginable ways. That’s it…

You can buy this book anywhere online or order it from you local independent booksellers if you prefer to support the  smaller entrepreneurial spirits that drive our culture in non-homogenized ways. For now, here’s a link to my Amazon book page –


July 18, 2010

Today, which if time were truly linear (apparently it’s not), could have been a week ago.

Nevertheless, I am now happy (as I always am) to announce my affiliation with a wonderful and wild philanthropic group of adepts and mages who come from varied and sundry influences within the magical community. They currently run a website called “Modern Scientific Illuminism. Whether they bear any relation to the notorious “Illuminati,” remains to be seen, but they are doing a Great Work that can only benefit the community and society at large.

MSI’s mission statement reads simply and directly as follows –

“We aim to re-introduce the Sacred Feminine to mankind as found in Ritual Sex Magick Doctrine, Thelema and the Gnostic traditions that utilize physically produced Sacramental Media as an adjunct to Self-Realization and the ‘Christic Consciousness.’ “

The Modern Scientific Illuminism Blog can be found here, featuring the work of the aforementioned mages and wizards –

I will currently be a contributor to the MSI blog in the form of my typically unpredictable and erratic entries, which will follow a more specifically ritual-oriented, academic approach than I have been known for in the past and on my other blogs. I do believe this could be fun for all of us.

I encourage you to follow the MSI blog, and to become a member of the MSI facebook group found at –

MSI: Universal Thelemic Gnosticism


Imbalance and the Tree – Part 2

June 16, 2010

So to continue, in this microcosm of what is always “running and returning”, I am back to elaborate from where I left off. Imbalance, of course, is always a risk, and plays a divine (for lack of a better term) role in our course. This imbalance exists so that we may find balance through correctional activities that compensate for vibrational (habitual or otherwise) shifts that we so relish (while, of course, denying them). The desire for balance teaches us our mobility – it teaches us to walk, and will teach us to recognize when we are faltering on our path. It is a good system.

The risks on the straight and narrow can all be sourced from one thing, and this is mistaking it for a short-cut, or a fast track. This path is actually more demanding, requiring a discipline hard to come by. By not exploring the branches of one’s potential through direct experience, the fruit on those branches could be said to be studied from a distance. This is, however, a relatively short-term condition (in the greater scheme of things), for as one reaches the central point of the tree, s/he is availed all that exists to the right and the left in a direct way, and can be willingly, albeit momentarily, in these realities as s/he chooses, knowing the price to be paid if this existence, or pole, is not balanced by its opposite, or mate.

Suffice it to say, whatever path one finds themselves on, it is one that leads somewhere – it is always one that leads to new realities, and new ways of thought and existence. Pitfalls are essentially irrelevant if seen as negative experience. Duality reveals itself as an illusion, and the journey is one that takes us to the place we find ourselves in, in each and every moment. If we cannot be where we are, we have failed, forsaking the present moment by a future moment that does not exist, and will only arrive malformed due to our own neglect of taking notice of where we are in this moment. We cheapen our own existence by thinking of it as less important, even mundane, in comparison to what we believe to be a positive trait – that called hope of a better future.

Hope is superficial, and sitting on a chair, wishing things were different. If you get up out of that chair, you are no longer hoping, you are creating. If you are totally within this creative activity without thought of its outcome, you are in the moment, and assured that all subsequent moments will unfold perfectly. This reality transcends all hope, and you stand as being the one responsible for your creation.

A Land That Time Forgot

May 30, 2010

This story came about from a complete failure of subject-agenda. A
friend and co-conspirator (blogger), Marian Youngblood of
Siderealview’s Blog invited me to do a bio of sorts for her to feature on the same blog, and requested I do a continuation of “A Visit With a Sirian.” This sounded like a wonderful idea to me, and so I agreed. Stories such as this take little effort for me, for I subscribe to the maxim that “An Idea is
One Whose Time has Come,” and so assumed the time had come. While I had more to say regarding my experiences with “the Sirian”, I was struggling with much in the technical aspects of execution – or composition. I was unable to compose this story.

Meanwhile, something else, or someone else, was pulling at my attention, insistently even. This little friend of mine was relentless in his need for communing with me, and wanted me to share a story that included him. I didn’t know this was to be the story I would share with Marian and her audience – I only knew that I must write this story – the one you
will be reading today.

Meanwhile, I questioned the Sirian regarding the “block” that I was experiencing with his story, and in a serious and austere way and winking at the same time, he told me, “This is not the time….” 

And so – I would like to introduce you to A-Bar in

 A Land That Time Forgot
Pete Madstone 

Today, I find myself living in the southwest of France in a place I could have never dreamed of. It abounds with life — birds, animals, insects and woodlands. There are more trees than people, and many of the inhabitants of these savage lands live just outside the arena of the physical world that we are so familiar with. In spite of the typical challenges that come with life itself wherever any of us might live, I would have to say this place is simply “exotic”.

So, let’s begin with Webster’s defining the word exotic –

exotic1 : introduced from another country : not native to the place where found <exotic plants>
2 archaic : foreign, alien
3 : strikingly, excitingly, or mysteriously different or unusual
4 : of or relating to striptease

Lets take this step by step –

definition 1. With this, it seems that I am the exotic one here, since I was “introduced” here from America – a member of a not yet extinct variety of humanity’s transitional sub-species – the evolutionary inclusionist.

definition 2. Foreign, yes — alien, likely. So this would be me, again. I am foreign and alien to this place (or at least its people), since I come from another with different ways — but from my perspective, this place is what is foreign and alien, so all things can, indeed, be seen in more than one way.

definition 3. Okay — now we’re talking, and not about the “famous” french cuisine (though the food certainly fits with this one, as well). Let me repeat this definition — strikingly, excitingly, or mysteriously different or unusual. If I apply this definition to this place, I would have to say that I couldn’t say it any better — it describes perfectly the environment that surrounds me. Because I cannot say things as simply as Mr. Webster, I will devote much more time and effort to describe this place that is far from south Santa Monica, the place where I cut my teeth on a surfboard. But first…

definition 4. This one is pretty much irrelevant, since the kind of place you might find “exotic” dancers would be in the nearest city – which for me would be a French city called Bordeaux, and like all French cities, this one is terribly intimidating. Along the same note, I will mention that it is not unusual for the french female to tan her chest freely on our summer beaches just as the males do – and so these beaches could certainly be considered “exotic” in this context, but I don’t live on the beach.

I would now discuss just what is strikingly, excitingly, or mysteriously different or unusual about this place,  for this is what I really have to share with you. It is not that what I will be discussing was never available to me in the variety of other places I have lived, it is just that never have these certain exotic flavors been so apparent to me — so evident, tangible or real. Maybe it is me who has changed, but I would have to surmise that it is my environment that has changed me — this exotic environment.

I live on a half-acre of land 500 meters (3 “city” blocks) from a medieval village in, as I said, the southwest of France. The road to my house is unpaved and few cars pass by on their way to some scattered homes beyond my own. Splitting off this small road by the gate to my land is an entrance to an old path which is used by the occasional equestrian, hiker or nearby resident of the village on an evening stroll. A couple of winters ago, I was walking this path more than anyone, for I had made a discovery that was reliant upon one condition for this peculiarity, or phenomenon, to be witnessed most easily — I had to be present at a certain place accessed by this path at the time of the “crack between the worlds,” the quarter-hour just before and just after sunset.

Into the land that time forgot...

So it was out my gate just about every evening, and down this path around 500 meters in the opposite direction from the village into a little tree-lined pasture. On the path were two old oak trees that became a vortex, or portal of sorts for me, for every time I walked past these two trees, everything became silent — there was a definite shift. Far away traffic, birds, insects, and the general buzz of life all stopped here. It didn’t take me long to realize that I was passing into a different time, and a different place — into a land that time forgot.

There, at the far end of this grassy field where three hedgerows join is a small copse closing in an otherwise invisible corner of the field. Directly at the “entrance” of this little secluded corner is an old water well — a well covered and overgrown by years of non-use and neglect. This was certainly a forgotten place.

The first few times I had gone to this place, I would feel eyes upon me — many, many eyes from behind and in the trees and branches of overgrowth surrounding me — always blinking off and on, twinkling like bright little stars in a woods bereft of foliage. There was something here, and I certainly felt right at home. It didn’t take me long to begin doing sunset rituals of communion wand-less, and without any of the typical tools, talismans or regalia of the trade. There was certainly a bustle in these hedgerows, and well before the time of the May Queen.

My simple but raw ceremonies became a standard for me, weather permitting. Upon arriving, I would stop to take in the energy and air of this ancient place, and center myself in the open space defined by the leafless trees. Then, I began walking my circles, and defining my pentagrams, hexagrams and sphere of influence/reality. Salutations would be done, followed by invocations of the cardinal’s overseers. Then, simply stillness and release. It wasn’t a few days before I began sitting at the mouth of the old well after performing my ritual. I just wanted to just be with the land and its wild life, curious about the abundance of those shy and reluctant, but always blinking eyes. From the first time I sat at the opening of this well, I could sense the presence of our local Undines working in the watery realms directly below me — however, these were not the ones with the eyes in the woods.

These others , I found quickly, were of the earth realm, beings who never ventured into the light of day unless absolutely necessary (invoked), or simply overwhelmed with curiosity or craftiness — these were the Gnomes, working the same caverns below me that the Undines travelled. These caverns and tunnels are abundant in this region of France, with many of them open to the surface, and all of them are crystalline in some way. All these caverns are paradise to those who secretly dwell in them.

"No, it's not a hat -- it's my head!"

So it was at some point just after the winter equinox that I met this local group of Gnomes — builders they are, if you don’t already know this, and here I was getting ready to build a house. Every evening I was there, they would begin to crowd around me, these little Gnomes. Small they may be, but certainly strong and stout they are, for they are rock workers. Masons they are, Stonemasons, the prototypical Freemasons, and the earth they work is their temple.

So, I decided to ask for one of these earth-dwellers to help me with the building of my house, which had been at a standstill for 2 years. I specifically stated my requirements (I thought) that were as follows — The house needed to be done in 1 year, and I needed funds, materials, support from friends as yet unmade with the actual physical work, plus support from one of the Gnomes who was considered highly skilled at this work they did so well. Of course, it slipped my mind that these beings were best at rock-work, and other than the rock foundation, the house was to be of wood frame/strawbale construction — but Gnomes are builders, and the best in the world, so why would this matter?

One of the Gnomes did come for me, knowing it wouldn’t be a full-time job. He would only come around when I was actually working, and besides the other events he was to oversee, he still had his own personal time, and life. He was an A-BAR — this is the title of a Master Rocker, and his name was “Ephrana -yam.” He prefered to be called A-bar, or simply Eff. A year passed as agreed, and the rock foundation was done. So what of the house? Well, it was far from finished, but at least I did have a floor to build the house upon. Apparently, one year was not enough time for me to build a house, even when partnered with a specialist in rock-work. I still had wood frames to bring up, roofing to do, and everything else up to and past the kitchen sink.

Of course, A-bar did exactly as he understood — it was I who was somehow vague or a little unfocused/misdirected in my desires. So for my little Gnome friend, a year is what it took to complete his part of the job– a year for the foundation. Of course the funding did arrive to for the project within that time from an unexpected place, and I could not have continued without that, anyway. So Eff did do his job, as requested, and did it to the Tee.

So what of this exotic nature of the place that I call home (for now)? There is something about it that is so pure, untouched — unqualified even. In the history of man, very little has been done to corrupt, or even direct the energy here, and so it can be a little difficult to work with. It is very still and unmoving, and it is used to being still — it is an uncertain energy. It is tentative, having had little experience with outside direction or foreign influence. But we can both learn — both me and this energy. Some have said the energy is flat here, but to me, its potential is remarkable, for it has been unused for millenia, maybe since the beginning of time.

I still have to wonder, though – is this a place that time forgot, or just a place that man forgot?

Imbalance in the Tree of Life?

May 16, 2010

On our journey from Keter to Malkhut, and following the same path used by the divine Archangel Lucifer, the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, we arrive at our destination in a lightning flash. We falter not in our descent, and while it is NOT a fall as described by some, it is an appointment, and we do have our duties. We each have our own order, but each contributes to this plan of bringing light to what would otherwise be formless and empty. The earth exists only by each of our being present in this place, bringing light that we may not even be aware of to the Kingdom called Earth, and all the surrounding Cosmos in this one known universe. Among many other things, we are each Lucifer – the most beautiful one.

As our contribution of light is determined by our own realization of our souls purpose, I have chosen to do as I have done so many times in the past, throughout all time – and that is to play my small role as a “Keeper of the Mysteries”. There will be only one change in the plan this time, where as being a Keeper of this non-stuff, I must expose as much as I can before the time of change, or before my own time of departure from this plane (which, as far as I know, will not be for some time — this fact is not to justify my slowness in exposure of the truth, it is only just as it is. . .). You see, things must be done now, as the present unfolds itself into what we call the future, because it is dubious whether I will play this role again or not. I will do as I have agreed, however, and continue to serve in this place until such time that things will be done. From that point on, I will move on to other things.

Even if left unfinished, as most work is, it will continue on by others of my own morbid kind, even as they work to this day. Even as I have not yet seen my own last day,  I will, albeit paradoxically, refuse to rush through something of great import. I will, however, continue to perform in due course, even if this course seems a bit erratic at times.

And so, our “descent” into Malkhut is really quite easy. There never was, and never will be, a battle prior to any descent of the light passing through the foundation of reality into the physical realm, for the descent of light is built into the light’s own nature. There may be, from the perspective of the little minds of man, a hesitation (or struggle, but strictly on a personal level as one identifies with ego) prior to beginning a process such as this, but  Nature’s  incessant release of light, which is done in such an elegant and graceful way, results in a simplicity of existence that is always the marker of this same elegance, and a marker of one’s awareness.

Our difficulties as humans only arise as we ascend back unto the Crown of Keter, for there are two paths set out before us. There is straight and narrow, and there is the meandering and wandering (however, either must be taken with the clarity of intent and integrity). The former may be observed as the path of the Staff, and the later best described as the path of the Serpent. One serves more quickly, while the other provides a spiral sort of scenic route — both come with their own challenges, flavors, attitudes, rewards, and pitfalls for the ill-prepared (which, by the way, most of us are). If we are to see ourselves as the winged serpent, or the mutating, rising phoenix born of a “worm-like” creature, as we learn to fly like any bird, we would choose to take the most direct route possible, and that would be the Middle Way. Our biggest need at this point is to understand the Tree  of Life as an organic, living, morphing organism that is contunually breathing and changing shape before our eyes, and becoming more as consciousness expands.

Of our two options, humanity, as a whole, will usually choose the path of the winding serpent, and will do so with a great lack of the requisite intent. They will experience little progress with their insipid weaknesses, flipping between worlds within duality and swinging with the momentum of a slow and massive pendulum. The Staff is the anchor in all this, and will provide the balance as a tightrope walker’s pole. Awareness of the center always provides balance when taking risks, or when rushing in where angels fear to tread.

The downside of this serpentine, spiraling ascent becomes apparent by the inertia of Humanity’s general dislike for change. Hypnosis falls into place with its partner sleep, and we find an uncomfortable situation that will always arise when cycles change. We forever are unwilling to accept these changes. Control of the uncontrollable is the choice commonly made as a result of this fear of change, and this manifests on the two outer pillars of the Tree of Life in the following way:

Masculine strength begins to feel threatened by the dominant feminine on the right, and the reactionary and masculine, explosive qualities of Mars assert themselves in an imbalanced way. The Masculine within the Feminine strikes out from fear of weakness in a Feminine realm. This becomes an irrelevant seeking of power for survival itself, while survival is not an issue whatsoever. This is really a simple refusal of self-growth, and as silly as it sounds, it is a reality today. Our military forces exist for a single purpose: to exert force on those who we believe might want us to face those all those fearful changes that could actually make us better people. This is a place where men laugh without reason.

At the exact moment this takes place, there is another response of equal importance taking place exactly opposite on the Tree of Life. The benevolent and compassionate Feminine nature of Jupiter (existing in the realm of the Masculine) begins to submit, and quickly and willingly falls into the role of a sufferer, or martyr. Acceptance of betrayal and domination becomes an admirable trait in this imbalance, and self-growth ends here, as well. This is a place where women cry without reason.

There is no victim in this imbalance of power, for one did not usurp it from another, it happened with willing participants on both sides. Power is corrupted regardless of gender, for both misuse it at this point.

The most common variation of the Morphic Tree of Life. It is easy to forget that this Tree is ALIVE and continues to grow. This version represents a transitionary stage in growth as our consciousness expands. We will soon see Malkhut put back in its proper place, tying up all loose ends for this coming age, and bringing a moment of pure balance and symmetry to this sacred geometrical pattern of reality.

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