Types of Initiation

At the moment I am reading “Le Chamanisme” by Mercea Eliade. It is slow progress because my French is not as good as my English. In this he writes about the selection and initiation of shamans across a wide range of cultures. He notes that the proto shaman often has a bad illness which causes him/her to take up the profession. The proto shaman is initiated into the ranks by a variety of grisly methods either by another shaman, the spirits or the Gods. These rituals include dismemberment, removal of bodily organs and the inserting of various crystals. The shaman dies and is reborn with new organs and limbs. So far, he hasn’t commented on whether this is actual or metaphorical. The insertion of crystals is actual amongst Australian aborigines. The proto shaman is taught the trade.

There is a rite of passage in which he enters the craft of shamanism.

The aboriginal shaman is called a man of high degree.

I have read that freemasonry has its various degrees and rites, of which I know very little.

I have participated in a number of rituals at The Royal Albert Hall, dressed in an academic costume at which a swathe of undergraduates is admitted into the degree of bachelor or master. I have signed the document granting a ~hundred people either a B.Sc. or M.Chem. I have partaken of viva voce oral examinations in which together with another we recommend the awarding of a Ph.D. There is no actual disembowelment, but the brain is given something of a workout. A Ph.D. means that you are qualified to do research on your own, it does not say if you will be any good at it. There is a whole lot more to learn after this degree.

There is ceremonial magic in the academic rite of passage. The academics are led on stage by someone carrying a rod of office. It is all a bit seventh ray.

Once qualified people can become a member or a fellow of a learned society. I myself was once a member of The Royal Society of Chemistry and The Institute of Physics.

Yesterday evening I put up the various degree in the Toltec Tradition as per Theun Mares. The blue books talk about nine planetary initiations two of them being threshold and the third being the first initiation proper, the Transfiguration.  In the scheme the initiation is given after the necessary work has been undertaken and the rod of initiation starts, initiates, the next phase of the journey. There is ritual magic involved. Speculating a little the Transfiguration is the culmination of the Warrior’s path and specifically the Path of Freedom. One becomes free of the clutches of the darkened paths. The third initiation precipitates the fourth.

In the blue book schema at the fourth initiation the causal vehicle is ruptured, and the being no longer is required to incarnate, the causal vehicle is blown off, nirvana. But there are still five possible initiations to be undertaken in this planetary scheme. At the fifth initiation the being becomes a master of wisdom and if I understand it correctly writes a kind of thesis so as to “crystalize” the knowledge and wisdom acquired. The initiations are not on the physical plane as per your common or garden degree ceremony.

Initiation and rites of passage are pretty common, from your tribal shaman to your freemason, to your modern university and the inner plans subjective initiations.

Things That Go Bump in The Night !

Anál nathrach,

orth’ bháis’s bethad,

do chél dénmha

“The Charm of Making” Merlin or Myddrin.

If you chant this charm, this mantra, in deep voice it sounds pretty damn spooky. I’ll wager that should you and I ever find ourselves sat around a fading camp fire in an isolated spot and I struck up the chanting. You would have the metaphorical hackles on the back of your neck stand up. You might even shit a brick.

There are loads of people who pooh-pooh the paranormal and things that go bump in the night from the safety of their armchair. But once again I’ll wager that many of these, despite their professed rationality, would not go willingly and alone into a supposed haunted house. Also, if they are brave enough to watch horror movies, they might jump from time to time.

The day we arrived here I went down to the river to talk with the korrigans.

“In Breton folklore, a Korrigan ([kɔˈriːɡɑ̃n]) is a fairy or dwarf-like spirit. The word korrigan means “small-dwarf” (korr means dwarf, ig is a diminutive and the suffix an is a hypocoristic). It is closely related to the Cornish word korrik which means gnome. The name changes according to the place. Among the other names, there are korrig, korred, korrs, kores, couril, crion,goric, kornandon, ozigan, nozigan, teuz, torrigan, viltañs, poulpikan, and paotred ar sabad.”

To me it seemed to be the most sensible thing to do, to say hello and to ask their permission to live amongst them. I was ultra-polite and “spoke” from my heart.

Over the weeks which followed we encountered various ward off charms around the house at “entry points”. These were left by the previous owner a practising catholic, there is even a place where the sun has bleached the outline of her crucifix into the wallpaper. When we were looking for houses out in the Breton countryside, we on occasion noted witch marks, inscribed to ward off bad witches. To a man with north wales blood, this seems perfectly natural.

So, what we profess and how we behave or respond may differ markedly. People like the sound of their own voice.

We were having some odd occurrences here, so I went around the house wearing my insignia and with a smudge stick smouldering. There was something up on the top floor in one of the attics which I encouraged to leave.  When I got into the vide sanitaire, a kind of basement, the smudge stick burst into flame. Residual methane or something that goes bump in the night? I did a deep cleanse.

I mentioned before that my personality is seventh ray. I like planning…

Here is the technique of integration as per The Tibetan.

Ray Seven

  ” ‘I seek to bring the two together. The plan is in my hands. How shall I work? Where lay the emphasis? In the far distance stands the One Who Is. Here at my hand is form, activity, substance, and desire. Can I relate these and fashion thus a form for God? Where shall I send my thought, my power the word that I can speak?

‘I, at the center, stand, the worker in the field of magic. I know some rules, some magical controls, some Words of Power, some forces which I can direct. What shall I do? Danger there is. The task that I have undertaken is not easy of accomplishment, yet I love power. I love to see the forms emerge, created by my mind, and do their work, fulfil the plan and disappear. I can create. The rituals of the Temple of the Lord are known to me. How shall I work?

 ‘Love not the work. Let love of God’s eternal Plan control your life, your mind, your hand, your eye. Work towards the unity of plan and purpose which must find its lasting place on earth. Work with the Plan; focus upon your share in that great work.’

The word goes forth from soul to form: ‘Stand in the center of the pentagram, drawn upon that high place in the East within the light which ever shines. From that illumined center work. Leave not the pentagram. Stand steady in the midst. Then draw a line from that which is without to that which is within and see the Plan take form.’ “

For a period of months, when I got home from my day job teaching science and had eaten, I would light five candles in the shape of pentagram within a circle as per the famous Leonardo da Vinci diagram. I entered from the East and lay down in perfect alignment. I would then mediate and do the Toltec Dreaming practice prone on the floor for around 40 minutes. The candles had to be lit in sequence. When I was finished, I left the pentagram by the East and then extinguished the candles in reverse order. It has to be ceremonial or it does not work.

I’ll wager than none of my colleagues ever imagined that I was doing this.

{After all they knew me so very well and understood all my motives perfectly…}

If you think about it things like graduation ceremonies are forms of ritual magic. A whole bunch of geezers dress up in fancy robes and then process up to a stage like in my case The Royal Albert Hall. The initiates of higher education walk through those about to receive their degrees. There is a master or mistress of ceremonies and some big wig hands out the degrees. Ritual magic is everywhere, just look at the funny wigs in the UK courts. The gavel…you get my drift.

If the world can be explained only by science, as it currently stands, there are no things which go bump in the night. They are illogical and figments, they do not exist.

As a thought experiment:

How strong is your faith?

Would you walk in a graveyard at night?

Would you come with me into a haunted basement?

If I sounded the charm of making and the Dragon’s Breath began to manifest, what would you do?