Thursday, March 25, 2010

Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic

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Book: Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic by Ramsey Dukes

Here is a new, revised edition of a book first published by The Mouse That Spins in April 1975 as ‘SSOTBME’ an essay on magic, its Foundations, Development and place in modern life. Since then it has run to two English, one American, two Polish and at least one German edition — and earned many friends along the way.

The book was originally conceived in 1974 as an essay to be included within a longer book. Christopher MacIntosh had proposed a collection of essays on topics such as Tantricism, Zen Buddhism and other exotic religious ideas which had been attracting wider interest in the West since the hippy era — and he thought it would be rather interesting to include a piece on Western Ritual Magic. The required contribution was written, but the book idea was shelved (as it were). That left a nice essay which was worth editing and publishing in its own right.

The publishing house was called ‘The Mouse That Spins’ because Companies’ House would not permit my use of ‘The Imperial Publishing House Of Great Britain’— a name which I considered rather cool and revolutionary at the time. It is less easy to explain why the book was originally published anonymously. So I won’t. Ramsey Dukes was asked to revise the text for this edition, on the assumption that he wrote the essay — however his style was more verbose than the original (maybe an effect of the corrupting influence of word processors since 1974) so his main additions have been ghettoised into appended chapters in smaller print in order to preserve the integrity of the original.

Buy Ramsey Dukes's book: Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic

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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Dark Realms

The Dark Realms Cover Through the mists of other worlds,
Through the veil between,
Come to me in dream and trance,
Come by means unseen.

Lead me through the barren land,
Where leaves and needles fall,
Lead me to the darkened heath,
Where ghosts and demons call.

Take me to the world beyond,
A world of stick and bone,
Take me to the shadow realms,
The dwelling of the crone.

Let me see the well of death,
The cauldron of decay,
Let me come to know the hag,
Once crowned the 'Queen of May'.

Wisest Hecate, dark Calleach,
Who bring us loss and pain,
Lead us through the door of death,
That we may rise again.

From 'Mrs Darley's Pagan Whispers' by Carole Carlton

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Monday, March 22, 2010

Charge Of The Star Goddess

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Listen to the words of the Great Mother, she who of old has been called Artemis, Astarte, Dione, Melusine, Cerridwen, Diana and by many other names:

Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust
of whose feet are the hosts of heaven, and
whose body encircles the universe:

I who am the beauty of the green earth,
and the white moon among the stars,
and the mysteries of the waters,
I call upon your soul to arise and come unto Me.
For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe.
From me all things proceed and unto me they must return.

Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices,
for behold! all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.
Let there be beauty and strength,
power and compassion,
honor and humility,
mirth and reverence within you.

And you who seek to know Me,
know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not,
unless you know the Mystery.
For if that which you seek, you find not within yourself
you will never find it without.

For behold! I have been with you from the beginning,
and I am that which is attained at the end of desire.

[Note: This is also sometimes called the Charge of the Goddess by Doreen Valiente and contains an additional paragraph.]

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Friday, March 19, 2010

The Speech Of The High One

The Speech Of The High One Cover I know I hung on that windswept tree,
Swung there for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odinn,
Myself and offering to myself:
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Wither the roots of it run.

None gave me bread,
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry I seized them up,
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.

Well-being I won
And wisdom too.
I grew and took joy in my Growth:
From a word to a word
I was led to a word, From a deed to another deed.

The Poetic Edda (ca A.D. 1200)

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Before A Crucifix

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"Before a Crucifix".

Here, down between the dusty trees,

At this lank edge of haggard wood,

Women with labour-loosened knees,

With gaunt backs bowed by servitude,

Stop, shift their loads, and pray, and fare

Forth with souls easier for the prayer.

The suns have branded black, the rains

Striped grey this piteous God of theirs;

The face is full of prayers and pains,

To which they bring their pains and prayers;

Lean limbs that shew the labouring bones,

And ghastly mouth that gapes and groans.

God of this grievous people, wrought

After the likeness of their race,

By faces like thine own besought,

Thine own blind helpless eyeless face,

I too, that have nor tongue nor knee

For prayer, I have a word to thee.

It was for this then, that thy speech

Was blown about the world in flame

And men's souls shot up out of reach

Of fear or lust or thwarting shame -

That thy faith over souls should pass

As sea-winds burning the grey grass?

It was for this, that prayers like these

Should spend themselves about thy feet,

And with hard overlaboured knees

Kneeling, these slaves of men should beat

Bosoms too lean to suckle sons

And fruitless as their orisons?

It was for this, that men should make

Thy name a fetter on men's necks,

Poor men's made poorer for thy sake,

And women's withered out of sex?

It was for this, that slaves should be,

Thy word was passed to set men free?

The nineteenth wave of the ages rolls

Now deathward since thy death and birth.

Hast thou fed full men's starved-out souls?

Hast thou brought freedom upon earth?

Or are there less oppressions done

In this wild world under the sun?

Nay, if indeed thou be not dead,

Before thy terrene shrine be shaken,

Look down, turn usward, bow thine head;

O thou that wast of God forsaken,

Look on thine household here, and see

These that have not forsaken thee.

Thy faith is fire upon their lips,

Thy kingdom golden in their hands;

They scourge us with thy words for whips,

They brand us with thy words for brands;

The thirst that made thy dry throat shrink

To their moist mouths commends the drink.

The toothed thorns that bit thy brows

Lighten the weight of gold on theirs;

Thy nakedness enrobes thy spouse

With the soft sanguine stuff she wears

Whose old limbs use for ointment yet

Thine agony and bloody sweat.

The blinding buffets on thine head

On their crowned heads confirm the crown;

Thy scourging dyes their raiment red,

And with thy bands they fasten down

For burial in the blood-bought field

The nations by thy stripes unhealed.

With iron for thy linen bands

And unclean cloths for winding-sheet

They bind the people's nail-pierced hands,

They hide the people's nail-pierced feet;

And what man or what angel known

Shall roll back the sepulchral stone?

But these have not the rich man's grave

To sleep in when their pain is done.

These were not fit for God to save.

As naked hell-fire is the sun

In their eyes living, and when dead

These have not where to lay their head.

They have no tomb to dig, and hide;

Earth is not theirs, that they should sleep.

On all these tombless crucified

No lovers' eyes have time to weep.

So still, for all man's tears and creeds,

The sacred body hangs and bleeds.

Through the left hand a nail is driven,

Faith, and another through the right,

Forged in the fires of hell and heaven,

Fear that puts out the eye of light:

And the feet soiled and scarred and pale

Are pierced with falsehood for a nail.

And priests against the mouth divine

Push their sponge full of poison yet

And bitter blood for myrrh and wine,

And on the same reed is it set

Wherewith before they buffeted

The people's disanointed head.

O sacred head, O desecrate,

O labour-wounded feet and hands,

O blood poured forth in pledge to fate

Of nameless lives in divers lands,

O slain and spent and sacrificed

People, the grey-grown speechless Christ!

Is there a gospel in the red

Old witness of thy wide-mouthed wounds?

From thy blind stricken tongueless head

What desolate evangel sounds

A hopeless note of hope deferred?

What word, if there be any word?

O son of man, beneath man's feet

Cast down, O common face of man

Whereon all blows and buffets meet,

O royal, O republican

Face of the people bruised and dumb

And longing till thy kingdom come!

The soldiers and the high priests part

Thy vesture: all thy days are priced,

And all the nights that eat thine heart.

And that one seamless coat of Christ,

The freedom of the natural soul,

They cast their lots for to keep whole.

No fragment of it save the name

They leave thee for a crown of scorns

Wherewith to mock thy naked shame

And forehead bitten through with thorns

And, marked with sanguine sweat and tears,

The stripes of eighteen hundred years

And we seek yet if God or man

Can loosen thee as Lazarus,

Bid thee rise up republican

And save thyself and all of us;

But no disciple's tongue can say

When thou shalt take our sins away.

And mouldering now and hoar with moss

Between us and the sunlight swings

The phantom of a Christless cross

Shadowing the sheltered heads of kings

And making with its moving shade

The souls of harmless men afraid.

It creaks and rocks to left and right

Consumed of rottenness and rust,

Worm-eaten of the worms of night,

Dead as their spirits who put trust,

Round its base muttering as they sit,

In the time-cankered name of it.

Thou, in the day that breaks thy prison,

People, though these men take thy name,

And hail and hymn thee rearisen,

Who made songs erewhile of thy shame,

Give thou not ear; for these are they

Whose good day was thine evil day.

Set not thine hand unto their cross.

Give not thy soul up sacrificed.

Change not the gold of faith for dross

Of Christian creeds that spit on Christ.

Let not thy tree of freedom be

Regrafted from that rotting tree.

This dead God here against my face

Hath help for no man; who hath seen

The good works of it, or such grace

As thy grace in it, Nazarene,

As that from thy live lips which ran

For man's sake, O thou son of man?

The tree of faith ingraffed by priests

Puts its foul foliage out above thee,

And round it feed man-eating beasts

Because of whom we dare not love thee;

Though hearts reach back and memories ache,

We cannot praise thee for their sake.

O hidden face of man, whereover

The years have woven a viewless veil,

If thou wast verily man's lover,

What did thy love or blood avail?

Thy blood the priests make poison of,

And in gold shekels coin thy love.

So when our souls look back to thee

They sicken, seeing against thy side,

Too foul to speak of or to see,

The leprous likeness of a bride,

Whose kissing lips through his lips grown

Leave their God rotten to the bone.

When we would see thee man, and know

What heart thou hadst toward men indeed,

Lo, thy blood-blackened altars; lo,

The lips of priests that pray and feed

While their own hell's worm curls and licks

The poison of the crucifix.

Thou bad'st let children come to thee;

What children now but curses come?

What manhood in that God can be

Who sees their worship, and is dumb?

No soul that lived, loved, wrought, and died,

Is this their carrion crucified.

Nay, if their God and thou be one,

If thou and this thing be the same,

Thou shouldst not look upon the sun;

The sun grows haggard at thy name.

Come down, be done with, cease, give o'er;

Hide thyself, strive not, be no more.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Strange Changes

Strange Changes Cover I met you first on darkened moors,
one night beneath a cobalt moon
We walked the hills, climbed rugged tors
the wind sang sweet cold eerie tunes

Then you were quick to dance,
your lustrous hair a flowing breeze
When I chanced to glance at you
I saw your body rearrange
taking the shape of a yew tree
Strange change I strange...

The second time I saw you playing a sea nymph
on a black sand beach
We swam Together Through the surf,
I Touched the sea, but you I could not reach

Then you were quick to laugh,
your mirth a shiny aura
I paused to stare
while you shimmered in the air
taking a Griffin's form
Strange change I cried...too strange

The last time I saw you
acting like a wilderness child
Canadian tundra frozen and bleak,
animal magic free and wild

Presenting your true self
while the wolves remained silent
The Moon howled in delight
as you kissed me softly in the arctic night
and left me standing on a melting world
full of strange changes...very strange...

by Zhuavastou c1996

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Blessing Of The Food

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God: Mine is the ripening sun.
Goddess: Mine is the nurturing soil.
God: Mine is the fruit of the vine.
Goddess: Mine is the chalice of life.
Both: We are the blessing of wine!
And the wine blesses us.

God: Mine is the planted seed.
Goddess: Mine is the fertile earth.
God: Mine is the mower's blade.
Goddess: Mine is the oven of making.
Both: We are the blessing of bread!
And the bread blesses us.

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Sunset Blessing

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Upon the sea and to the West
head O' ancient one to your rest.
From time out of mind you've taken this quest,
to rise again a marrow blessed.
But this day is over and night's begun
farewell to thee O' setting sun.

With souls departed on your ship,
they travel West their final trip,
Into the other world they go to rest,
may this song I sing see them three times blessed.
In colors orange, pink and red,
I say farewell to my beloved dead.

All that's done is in the past,
never forgotten, but to last.
To begin anew like the Spring,
as blessings in the songs I sing.
So depart thee now into the sea,
and in my memories always be.

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

Blessing The Earth For Planting

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O gentle Air, we do come before Thee
To ask that your gentle tender breezes kiss
The plants that will come forth.

O fearful Fire, we do come to ask that
Your hot heat be but a gentle warmth
To help the plants grow.

O Water of Life, we do come before Thee
To ask your gentle waters to bring life
To the tender plants that come forth.

O Great Mother, let thy dark womb care
For the tender seeds, to push them up when
The time is right for the plants to come into full bloom.

We do thank Thee Diana. Mother of All Living Things and Giver of Life.

Blessed Be.

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Crone Blessing

Crone Blessing Cover
We call you now,
Ancient One,
From the times before the Beginning,
From the place before time,
We call to you, Dark Moon,
Mighty One,
By all your names
Spoken and unspoken,
Rhea, Mother of Time,
Macha, Lady of Power,
Baba Yaga of the forests,
Kali, Dark Mother,
Hecate of the Crossroads,
Bless us
And bless the Crones
Of our circle,
First among sisters.
Bless them, bless them, bless them,
Mighty Ones,
We thank you.


My heart was dancing
and the sunny blades of grass
bowed in a gentle breeze.
For one brief afternoon
I felt at one with everything
and knew no cares.
Then, by next morning,
the brilliance had faded
and keen shadows had returned.
The venerable crone
had granted me supernal joy,
and I never thanked her
for this unexpected blessing.
But often I picture her kindly face
with a grateful heart.

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Christian Prayer

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DEU 6:5 And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.

1CH 29:3 Moreover, because I have set my affection to the house of my God, I have of mine own proper good, of gold and silver, which I have given to the house of my God, over and above all that I have prepared for the holy house.

PSA 16:3 But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.

PSA 19:8 The statutes of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes.

PSA 19:9 The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the LORD are true and righteous altogether.

PSA 19:10 More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

PSA 26:8 LORD, I have loved the habitation of thy house, and the
place where thine honour dwelleth.

PSA 27:4 One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek
after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of
my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his

PSA 42:1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth
my soul after thee, O God.

PSA 69:9 For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up; and the
reproaches of them that reproached thee are fallen upon me.

PSA 73:25 Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon
earth that I desire beside thee.

PSA 84:1 How amiable are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!

PSA 84:2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of
the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

PSA 91:14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I
deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my

PSA 106:12 Then believed they his words; they sang his praise.

PSA 106:13 They soon forgat his works; they waited not for his

PSA 119:10 With my whole heart have I sought thee: O let me not
wander from thy commandments.

PSA 119:20 My soul breaketh for the longing that it hath unto thy
judgments at all times.

PSA 119:97 O how I love thy law! it is my meditation all the day.

PSA 119:103 How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter
than honey to my mouth!

PSA 119:139 My zeal hath consumed me, because mine enemies have
forgotten thy words.

PSA 119:167 My soul hath kept thy testimonies; and I love them

ISA 58:1 Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet,
and shew my people their transgression, and the house of Jacob
their sins.

ISA 58:2 Yet they seek me daily, and delight to know my ways, as
a nation that did righteousness, and forsook not the ordinance of
their God: they ask of me the ordinances of justice; they take
delight in approaching to God.

EZE 33:31 And they come unto thee as the people cometh, and they
sit before thee as my people, and they hear thy words, but they
will not do them: for with their mouth they shew much love, but
their heart goeth after their covetousness.

EZE 33:32 And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of
one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an
instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.

MAT 10:37 He that loveth father or mother more than me is not
worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is
not worthy of me.

MAT 24:12 And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many
shall wax cold.

MAR 12:30 And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy
heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all
thy strength: this is the first commandment.

LUK 8:13 They on the rock are they, which, when they hear,
receive the word with joy; and these have no root, which for a
while believe, and in time of temptation fall away.

LUK 14:26 If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and
mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea,
and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple.

LUK 24:32 And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn
within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened
to us the scriptures?

ROM 1:31 Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural
affection, implacable, unmerciful:

ROM 6:6 Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him,
that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should
not serve sin.

ROM 8:13 For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye
through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall

ROM 12:10 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly
love; in honour preferring one another;

ROM 13:14 But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not
provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.

1CO 9:27 But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection:
lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself
should be a castaway.

2CO 7:13 Therefore we were comforted in your comfort: yea, and
exceedingly the more joyed we for the joy of Titus, because his
spirit was refreshed by you all.

2CO 7:14 For if I have boasted any thing to him of you, I am not
ashamed; but as we spake all things to you in truth, even so our
boasting, which I made before Titus, is found a truth.

2CO 7:15 And his inward affection is more abundant toward you,
whilst he remembereth the obedience of you all, how with fear and
trembling ye received him.

2CO 7:16 I rejoice therefore that I have confidence in you in all

GAL 1:10 For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to
please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant
of Christ.

GAL 4:15 Where is then the blessedness ye spake of? for I bear
you record, that, if it had been possible, ye would have plucked
out your own eyes, and have given them to me.

GAL 4:17 They zealously affect you, but not well; yea, they would
exclude you, that ye might affect them.

GAL 4:18 But it is good to be zealously affected always in a good
thing, and not only when I am present with you.

GAL 5:24 And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with
the affections and lusts.

COL 3:1 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which
are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.

COL 3:2 Set your affection on things above, not on things on the

COL 3:5 Mortify therefore your members which are upon the earth;
fornication, uncleanness, inordinate affection, evil
concupiscence, and covetousness, which is idolatry:

1TH 2:8 So being affectionately desirous of you, we were willing
to have imparted unto you, not the gospel of God only, but also
our own souls, because ye were dear unto us.

1TH 4:5 Not in the lust of concupiscence, even as the Gentiles
which know not God:

2TI 3:3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers,
incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,

2TI 3:6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and
lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers

2PE 2:3 And through covetousness shall they with feigned words
make merchandise of you: whose judgment now of a long time
lingereth not, and their damnation slumbereth not.

2PE 2:10 But chiefly them that walk after the flesh in the lust
of uncleanness, and despise government. Presumptuous are they,
selfwilled, they are not afraid to speak evil of dignities.

2PE 2:18 For when they speak great swelling words of vanity, they
allure through the lusts of the flesh, through much wantonness,
those that were clean escaped from them who live in error.

REV 2:4 Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou
hast left thy first love.

REV 2:14 But I have a few things against thee, because thou hast
there them that hold the doctrine of Balaam, who taught Balac to
cast a stumblingblock before the children of Israel, to eat things
sacrificed unto idols, and to commit fornication.

REV 2:20 Notwithstanding I have a few things against thee,
because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which calleth herself a
prophetess, to teach and to seduce my servants to commit
fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols.



P.O. BOX 19454


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