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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/

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/

Pete Madstone Speaks

March 3, 2010

I was recently approached by Teresa Silverthorn of “Conversations with a Mystic” to write a brief introduction about myself — how I came to do what I was doing, what got me involved in all this, etc. Well, it didn’t take me a New York minute to realize I had no idea what to write about. What to say that hasn’t been said in my various and nefarious Bios already out there (Author Bios that I intend on condensing into one someday)? I sat down to start writing (I still do much of this with pen and paper) and two hours later I was done. Below is what resulted…

A Visit With a Sirian
Pete Madstone

A pretty unremarkable life indeed. I honestly cannot remember any one circumstance in my life that would have pulled me toward pursuing the ‘mysteries’, except maybe my actual birth into this world. From what I have been told regarding the years of my infancy and earliest childhood (years I cannot remember, of course), I was stubborn and resistant to everything around me. By the time other children were adept at composing sentences to express their needs and feelings, I could only say one word – NO. For me, this was the perfect word. Apparently, I was so talented at using this word, my father had decided that I must have been born with certain mental disabilities.

Well, all things considered, I eventually learned how to compose sentences, and this I continue to do. However, one thing remained at the core of my being, and this was that there was something terribly wrong, something totally unacceptable with this world.

I was thirteen years old in 1970, spending every minute I could on the beach in Venice, CA. They say that if you remember those days, you obviously weren’t there, but I was there, and I do remember those days. Having the proper role models, I initiated myself into a ten-year, accelerated (not-accredited) program of enlightenment and mind-expansion, which was augmented by the use and ingestion of various psychosomatic drugs and herbs.

The world of Hobbits and Wizards was a very real place to me long before I entered this aforementioned ‘mystery school’, and so once my alternative education and diet began, I was running the hills and canyons of the Santa Monica and Malibu Mountains looking to find new friends. I spent hours conversing with boulders about the wisdom of the Earth. I walked with trees who walked with me, no longer bound to the land by their heavy roots. These trees taught me of the power and beauty of the Sun. Two-foot long salamanders spoke of fire while dashing around my legs and nipping at my feet, happy to trust me again after an incident of betrayal in a past/parallel life. The undulating spirits of the water took me to far-off lands and brought me home again. In all those years my life was full, so it never occurred to me to look far away to see what kinds of life might exist on other planets. I never gave a moment’s thought to the existence of UFOs, let alone did I ever see one. I was already a very busy boy.

That is, until some years later. Now it must be said that by this time, I had graduated from the Organic Mystery School of Enlightenment (with honors, by the way), but I could not say I was actually enlightened. I quickly shelved my diploma for paying work. In fact, I became so distracted by real-world pursuits, that I gave no notice to anything but work and waves – maybe a few beers, and then a few more.

The summer of 1985 brought with it a typical evening for me. I had a couple of beers with the boys by the pier at Ocean Beach after sunset. I wasn’t in the mood for partying (this in itself was highly unusual), so I said my good-byes, got in the car, and drove a few miles south to a secluded, undeveloped state-beach. There was no one around, and the sky was covered in a thick blanket of clouds. There was not a star to be seen, and it felt good to be alone.

I walked out into a field of tall grasses by the edge of the cliffs and sat, gazing out over the ocean and watching the waves. A short time passed and I lay back, flattening the soft grasses beneath me. I just lay there looking up at the sky. It had been years since I had meditated, and this night offered no change in my mundane existence of attitudes and lack of spiritual practice. My years of mind-expansion were left in the past, where they belonged to a daring and unsatisfied boy.

Looking up, I noticed the clouds were moving, but not across the sky as they usually would do. They moved while remaining still, and began moving faster and faster. They were slowly turning in upon themselves in the middle of the sky. The clouds reached a boiling point and an opening appeared directly above me. This opening continued to grow until very large, perfectly circular patch of clear sky was revealed to me. I stared at this hole in the sky, gazing at stars that short moments before were invisible to me.

Suddenly, I was flying, actually being pulled up while still on my back. Higher and higher I went – faster and faster into this great empty hole that had opened in the clouds. I was just above the clouds when as quickly as it started, it stopped. I found myself standing in a room with three beings. Tall and slender, they were with long arms and legs, though naturally so – not cartoon-ish. They were of a fleshy color like us, but not necessarily naked.

One stood close by my right side with another just a couple of feet off to my left. The last was across the room, seemingly uninterested in me. What seemed like hours passed as we spoke to each other with our thoughts. The one on my right told me we had known each other for a long time, and that I was one of them. They told me that they were from what we call Sirius.

So, this was pretty cool… I asked this ‘one’, my old friend, if I could go with them to their home – my home, actually, since I was one of them. I was told ‘no’, and so what used to be my favorite word had been turned against me. Apparently, I had ‘things to do’, and so I must stay where I was, where I belonged. What was this? Finish what? I figured I was finished – standing in a room with some tall aliens in a spacecraft floating high above the earth was enough to convince me of that.

It didn’t get any better than this.

Here I was, looking out a window straight down at the Earth. Far below, I saw my car parked at the side of the road. and in the field, I saw an outline where the grasses had been flattened to the ground. This was the spot where I had laid in the long grasses, minding my own business before this whole thing started. I saw where I had been laying, but I wasn’t there.

Another car pulled up to park on the side of the road. A few young guys got out of the car, drinking beers and having a good time. I was told I had to go back, and ‘poof’ – faster than the trip up, I was back in the grass, flat on my back like I had never left. I was back where I belonged, and where I had ‘things to do’. I sat up, and a hundred yards away I saw the three guys standing by the cliff and pointing at the waves.

Now it’s 25 years later, and I am doing those things I have to do. I have a promise to keep, as we all do, and I intend to fulfill that promise – all this by choice. My Sirian friend has only begun to visit me again, but now this takes place in my realm, in my living room without all the dramatic bells and whistles of the first time. S/he, the Sirian, doesn’t come frequently, but always comes with a small, portable, folding chair. I am told the Sirians like their chairs.

And so it is still, basically, an unremarkable life. I still live in a world of gnomes and undines, salamanders and sylphs, all of which I am honored to call my friends. I am a close friend with a Native American shape-shifting snake who teaches me of reptilian medicine. I have a Tibetan Teacher who also likes his chair – it flies. None of this can I consider remarkable, for what some might call strange and bizarre, I must call ordinary, for it is considered ordinary by those who teach me. If ordinary, it cannot be remarkable. To me, what is remarkable is this man’s world with all its excessive technologies and glamours, gossips and lies. Those are the things that are NOT ordinary, and so those are the things that ARE remarkable.

It is this world, man’s remarkable world, that I live in, but must pay little attention to for my own well being. It is this world, man’s remarkable world, that must change, and the way for that to happen is by our acknowledging the remaining part of the world that we have ignored for too long – this ‘other world’ is truly the larger part of reality, for ours is just the tip of a rich and marvelous iceberg. When we turn our heads to see something different, no longer enraptured by phenomenal things which cannot last, we will be filled again, and our priorities re-ordered.

Every night (I kid you not) I look out at the blackened sky. The Milky Way spreads itself across this airless landscape like a serpent in a desert sand of sparkling diamonds. Every night, cloudy or not, I look out at this blackened sky in hopes that I might see a flying craft of some unknown origin.

Every night I look outside of myself, hoping to see what is already within me.

Every night, and I have still never seen a UFO.

Author’ note: After realizing how much fun it was to be able to share in this way, and with others who usually visit other blogs besides mine, I realized how great an opportunity it was to do a “guest column” for someone else. With this, I decided to do the same thing, and begin inviting authors to have their say on this blog. While I might not endorse or agree with all those who might participate, this is a wonderful world so full of variety, perspectives and ideas – we all have our “truths”, and for those authors who would share in a similar (and maybe not so similar) take on this world, I will extend invitation as time permits.

As Time Unfolds

February 11, 2010

Dreams of the Magus - G. Peter Madstone

Madstone Mystery Labs (and Pete!) are happy, if not ecstatic, to announce the release of Pete’s new book “Dreams of the Magus – Where Angels Fear to Tread.”

Over the coming days – you will find more information regarding this long-awaited book in “Madstone Contents” on the sidebar to the right under Books and Authors, Dreams of the Magus. For now I will provide you with the following, as included as back-cover text on the book.

What if one day you suddenly woke up knowing that your whole life has been just a dream? What would you do? Where would you go?

Only fools rush in where angels fear to tread,

and only fools can truly know the potential of All That Is. Profoundly affective, Dreams of the Magus tells a story, your story, in a way that both gently guides and questions, and digs and probes until you realize that you are going places that only you can go.

 Dreams of the Magus will dare you to question all that you know: all that you are certain of. It will take you away from the life you live, and then safely deliver you back to this life having been changed only by yourself, and by what you have determined from the journey you have taken. It will dare you to go to places in your mind which you have forgotten, those places only you know exist, and bring them into a higher place. You will gain new perspectives on what your life has always been, and you will discover answers to those things that your teachers, leaders and peers have never wanted you to question.

If you have been enjoying my postings and articles on this blog, you are sure to enjoy “Dreams of the Magus”. I kid you not, it’s a lot of fun.

Meanwhile, while I gather a few early reviews from collegues, compatriots and industry madmen and madwomen alike, and develop press and media packages, you will find this book at

Amazon.com
barnes and noble.com
and all your favorite bookstore by order

Suffice it to say that you already need to know all you need to be certain that your purchase of this book is a wise one, so there really is no need to wait.

Also, be sure to check out “The Voice Continues” blog for the follow-up adventures and thoughts of author of  The Voice of the Pyramid by Cathy Evans.


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