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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 –

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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.”

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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 –

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1449547419/

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Pete Madstone Speaks (Again)

July 1, 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 (re: definition 3) 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?

Dreams of the Magus Awarded 5 Stars

April 27, 2010

Pete Madstone Receives Another Shining Review for “Dreams of the Magus.”

Raven Digitalis, published Llewellyn author has awarded Pete Madstone’s book “Dreams of the Magus” Five Stars. Raven says it “is an especially relevant text for those wishing to gain new perspective in their magick or spiritual path.”

Raven’s review as follows –

“One word: Paradox. I have only read a handful of books in my life that explore the often-overlooked ‘divine dichotemy’ of spiritual Paradox. The force of Paradox is the one thing that upholds and maintains all of reality. Nothing is ‘this’ and nothing is ‘that.’ At the same time, magicians, Witches, and innumerable other spiritual path-walkers so often quarrel over details. In my eyes, one must step back from the smaller bits in order to see the bigger picture. Magus Madstone’s text addresses the so-called ‘bigger picture’ of magick, spirituality, and (most importantly) the nature of reality itself. Undertaking the daring task of putting these reflections to form, this book can be considered a collection of multidimensional observations funneled into a single-dimensional reality for the sake of communication.

“This book is clearly part of the author’s Great Work, or spiritual calling. The author touches on spiritual truths and questions that permeate numerous religions and belief systems around the world, yet never tells someone that they must believe–or observe reality–exactly how the author himself does. As a messenger of higher truths (as well as even higher questions), Dreams of the Magus is an especially relevant text for those wishing to gain new perspective in their magick or spiritual path. Those who are wishing to put aside their ultra-analytical (and often academically-overloaded) occult minds will find solace in the intuitive-yet-profound nature of this text. Those who feel a natural inclination to the intuitive, meditative, or reflective aspects of esoteric spirituality will feel a particular connection to the text. This book is simultaneously written in a mystical, challenging style reminiscent of Robert Anton Wilson, while at the same time structured in a contemplative, altruistic style reminiscent of Thich Nhat Hanh. Regardless of what ‘type’ of magician or spiritual seeker you are, there is extreme benefit in reading this mind-expanding, reality-questioning, self-analytical text.”

–Raven Digitalis, author of Shadow Magick Compendium & Planetary Spells and Rituals

You can find Raven’s website at – http://www.ravendigitalis.com/
and his books at – http://www.amazon.com/Raven-Digitalis/e/B001JS9TBI/

Honesty – the Better Part of Valor?

April 1, 2010

I must be totally honest with you and say one thing to begin — This world bores me, but, an explanation is in order.

I receive no satisfaction from the excessive hype of conspicuous consumerism, profit-margins or portfolios in Bull Markets, but please read on. Product propaganda and branding, branding, branding is designed to convince me that I am lacking, and it tells me that it will  alleviate  my emptiness  and anxiety  if I go shopping — this confuses me. Television has no purpose in my life, for it is a tool of fear-mongering fools using incessant drivel and subtle thought-manipulation that would guide me in my life and the choices I would make. This insipid message that would be continually pumped into my brain would tell me how to think, feel and live my life.

I have divorced myself from this world and have no time for its continued conditioning. With the little I have given up, the little that there was to release was no real sacrifice for me to make, and I have been filled with a substance that is much more than even the word love could describe.

It can be said:

Before enlightenment — chop wood, haul water.

After enlightenment — chop water, haul wood.

I hope you have decided to follow me this far, because today I have reached out for something more. I see beauty all around me. I see this beauty in nature, in people, and now, yes, even in shopping malls, bulls and bears. I devote myself to joy and all that is in my life. I take joy in my hammer, compass and square (no, I am not a Free-mason, I am a Free-carpenter). I go shopping without knowing what to buy, for no one has told me what to buy. I acquire things as they come to me without the need to acquire. Things fill no empty spaces within me, for things cannot do this. These spaces are filled with purpose of existence and experience now.

I seek no thrill in any rhetoric, be it other’s or my own. I am content with creation in all its expressions and variation. All things are equally beautiful, and it is from these things that I choose. The world is still a place of excess, but it is now a place of excessive beauty since I have turned my back on things that seem contrary.

I now smile at those I see and smiles shine back at me. I know no one around me, and yet they know me. Stories about me surround me and yet I hear them not. Wonder never ceases to amaze me, and I allow myself to know nothing so that I can continue to wonder.

All this I aspire to.

So… , I must now be totally honest with myself and say one thing to finish — This world no longer bores me, for I have reached into a place (and continue to do so) that is different than what I have known before. I have reached into this place, and each time I bring a little bit of it back into our ordinary world. By doing so, this ordinary world changes for me. There is no explanation for this strange conversion and it is not a matter of enlightenment, satori or nirvana. It is simply that there is a key in all I see, and a secret always waiting to be revealed. It is a peeling away of the layers of an onion.

I will say it again — This world no longer bores me.

Dreams of the Magus – Press Release

February 25, 2010

“Enlightenment is Easy,” says Madstone

Aquitaine, France (PressExposure) February 21, 2010 —

 Have you ever wondered how difficult it is to become enlightened? Have you ever even considered the possibility as an attainable reality?

Happily, G. Peter Madstone – Mystery Keeper, has determined that not only is it easy to realize this higher state of existence, but it is absolutely necessary for the survival and evolution of the species.

The details of the process and what must be done in approaching this unapproachable are presented in Pete’s new book ‘Dreams of the Magus ‘ Where Angels Fear to Tread’. In ‘Dreams of the Magus’ the Author says, “Know that what you wish is – it is as simple as that.”

Of course he would admit that there is a little more to it than that, but Madstone has a way of peeling away the complexities of our material and spiritual existences, and putting things in a way that is not only accessible, but challenging and revolutionary, both in his message and presentation.

‘Dreams of the Magus’ is obviously influenced by Kaballah, Taoism, and other forms of Eastern thought, but the information is handed to the reader in a way the Western mind will find easily approachable.

The book is now available by order at major and local booksellers, as well as on the Internet’s book merchant websites.

Dreams of the Magus is available for purchase here –
http://www.amazon.com/Dreams-Magus-Where-Angels-Tread/dp/1449547419/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1258532778&sr=1-1

Further Information and an introduction to “Dreams of the Magus”, along with the Author’s Bio and FAQ Sheet is available on Madstone Mystery Labs, Inc. Blog at –

https://madstone2000.wordpress.com/mml-press-new-releases/dreams-of-the-magus/

Press Release Source: http://PressExposure.com/PR/Madstone_Mytery_Labs_Press.html


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