SIGIL MAGICK

Magick, Occult

The word ‘sigil’ is a contraction of signature, in magical terms the signature of a spirit. The essential principle is universal to all magical traditions, ancient and modern. Examples include the vevĕ of Voudon, the lamen of Goetia, bind-runes of the galdrbok, or the combined elemental letters forming the sigils of planetary astrology. The term has also been used, since its popularisation via the works of Austin Osman Spare, to a method of spellcasting by means of self hypnotism and subliminal suggestion. Spare himself also described the method in spiritist terms, suggesting their use in the summoning of Thought Forms. Despite certain modern charlatans attempting to claim sigil magick is something ‘new’, it has clearly formed an integral part of magick since the very dawn of humanity.

Some of the spells in this book include elements of ‘sigil magick’; for example, the name of the client or target is combined with a statement of intent, combining letters of the written sentence into an ideograph;

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A sigil might also be arrived at through abstracted pictographs;

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The sigil is first inscribed then focused upon during magical trance, during which the subconscious is most impressionable. This might be achieved by many means, from quiescent meditation to (as is popular with many Chaos magicians) frantic masturbation. In the magic of my ancestors, who were of East Anglia, sigils were formed from the earlier alphabet of the runes – the vernacular alphabet of their own time – and charged by feeding them blood from a cut – usually, but not always, the spell caster’s own.

The purpose of this abstracted symbol is similar to that of a subliminal, such as those commonly employed in advertising, or any kind of hypnotic suggestion. As such its actions upon the subconscious will be more powerful if we ‘actively forget’ the original statement of intent, so that we no longer consciously recognise its meaning. This task of ‘forgetting’ takes some clever mental trickery – whenever you accidentally remember, tell yourself aloud, “Now I have forgotten and it is not important.”

Then think about something else.

Basic sigil magick can produce startling results, even on its own. The principle may be expressed in countless ways and applied without much study.

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The sigils of four elements combine to form the planetary seals of astrology.

Similarly, consider how the ‘letters’ of the elements combine to create the sigils of the 7 astrological powers commonly invoked in the Western tradition.

The same principles are applied in the grimoires of traditional sorcery, which are filled with ornate designs for all manner of purposes. In The Goetia, the sigils – or signatures – of demons provide the means by which they are summoned and bound. The following sigil is for the demon Baal, taking his name from the Babylonian and meaning “he who possesses”;

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The lamen of Baal as given in The Goetia

Consider also how the vevé of Papa Legba is composed of various symbols, such as the crossroads, his walking stick, and the palm leaves representing the poto mitan – the ‘Tree of Life’ in Haitian Voudon;

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Vevé of Voudon Papa Legba

The sigils of spirits, such as those above, also provide the keys to their summoning. The most powerful rituals are those of conjuring and possession. Their sigils may also be used to empower simpler spells.

As well as being consciously created, or discovered through research, sigils may also be drawn directly from the collective unconscious. I tend to use automatic drawing for this purpose, usually asking my subconscious directly and aloud to provide one. A few I use regularly first came to me through dreams.

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The REAL Secrets of Chaos Magick

Chaos Magic, Child Abuse, Colin Batley, Conspiracy, Cover Up, Crime, Illuminates of Thanateros, Occult, Paedophilia

Update 23/06/18: It wasn’t until after uploading that I noticed saying 1991 when I meant 2001, with reference to when I resigned from the IOT. It should be obvious this simple human error is the kind that could be made by anybody.

Please now watch part 2.

The Law of Wyrd

Magick, Occult, Paganism, Religion, Sorcery, Spirituality

Thence come the maidens

Mighty in wisdom

Three from the place

Under the tree

Wyrd is caled one

Another Werðende

Scored they on wood

Scyld is the third;

There laws are laid

There life chose

To men’s sons

And spoke destiny.

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The image of three witches.. Macbeth.. the Fairy Godmothers in Sleeping Beauty.. the Morae.. the three Marys at the foot of the crucifixion.. the Triple Goddess of the waxing, full and waning moon.. the three Gorgons,, the three faces of Diana.. the three faces of Noticula-Hecate.. the three Fates.. the three Njorns.. the three sisters Wyrd.. They are the laws of time; the past, present, and future. Always they are spirits whose knowledge is of men’s destiny, whose power it is to shape and influence it. In the various mythologies they are often seen as spinning time on their spinning wheels, weaving the fabric of reality, working their spellcraft over a roaring cauldron at the crossroads, or are found at the Well of Wyrd, a spring that lies at the roots of the world tree Yggdrasil. Each day they take water from the well so that the roots of the world tree do not fall to rot.

The image if the three sister Wyrd recurs throughout the Germanic world, and Anglo-Saxon poetry written even after the conversion still retains memory of their power. Even when the worship of the Northern gods had fallen into decline, even in the modern day, they remain a strong image in their folk customs. We still have the folk saying, “these things happen in threes’, reflecting the connection between the number three and what we call fate. Traditional spells of binding are tied with three knots in three cords. Many folk charms are repeated thrice (or nine times – three times three). The tradition of ‘touching wood’ is to knock thrice upon living wood for good luck. In folk witchcraft circles are often walked (or danced) three times round; hence the ‘superstition’ that it is unlucky to walk around a church three times widdershins – to do so, it is said, may summon the Devil.

The concept of Wyrd, the ‘Three Fold Law’, is central to the philosophy of witchcraft, as it is to its modern cousin Wicca. It is also one that seems to be much misunderstood, often being quoted as the reason why witches do not do ‘black magic’, since (we are told) all things return to their sender threefold. Wrongdoers, according to this misconception, are inevitably punished by the Cosmos herself, and we in turn need do nothing. This interpretation has little to do with the genuine Old Ways, or how Wyrd was perceived by our ancestors.

The most common perception is that this is a kind of deterministic philosophy. Yet the Goddess does not fix, determine, or decide our destinies for us. Wyrd is a fluid and ever changing substance – it is the way Time unfolds. Sometimes it is even seen as a web connecting all things; a metaphor for the way all things are inextricably linked. To pull one strand is to effect the Web of Wyrd as a whole, and the smallest of actions can have the furthest reaching consequences. Wyrd is not fixed. Much of what we like to think of as the future is merely our hopes and fears for the future. These hopes and fears we are thinking and feeling in the now. The future is uncertain, as is much of the present, and indeed the past.

“Goeth ever Wyrd as she wills,” as Beowulf was heard to say. We may petition her, and learn from her, yet she will always be unpredictable – even to the Runemasters. Daily, new actions sink into her well and old deeds rise to the surface..Our ancestors considered it a virtue to accept one’s Wyrd, however hard, just as it was a virtue to know we can be responsible for our Wyrd and change it. This is what magic is all about. While the world (or ‘weorold’ in AS) around us is subject to its own greater destiny, we are subject to our own personal fates, which are effecetd by everything we do in the now. Who and what we are now is a result of our past, and the world we live in is inherited from our ancestors. All Wyrd is one Wyrd (the meaning of ‘weorold’), and yet we each of us possess our own individual Wyrd, of which we may never be wholly the master.

The deeds of the present sink into the well of Wyrd, becoming the past, yet the deeds of the past are inevitably pushed back to the surface by the natural action of the waters moving beneath them. The well of Wyrd is not a cistern or a bucket – it is a dynamic force of change. Wyrd is not about maintaining traditions for their own sake. It is about our place in the flow of Time; an appreciation of who we are and the world we experience, how we came to be and what we can become – indeed what we must become. It is the courage to create and to change through our actions, just as it is the courage to accept what has been created and changed otherwise.

The ‘threefold law of Wyrd’ is the law of returns. Like the law of ‘karma’, many have misunderstood it as a moral force. Our debts of karma, or Wyrd, are not based on some kind of tally system or ‘sin now pay later’ cosmic scheme. Whatever actions we take will always have consequences, and some of those consequences will inevitably effect us. If I throw a curse at you my own bitterness may well come back and slap me in the face, but if I give Johnny three sweets there is no guarantee he will give me nine in return – most likely he will eat them all himself and proceed to ask me for three more. Nevertheless the law of Wyrd is that what we give out is reflected in what we get back. It has always been the case that good deeds are more likely to bring good returns, and that arseholes often make their own lives more difficult. However Wyrd is fickle and obeys no laws but her own. Actions that are well meaning can sometimes bring ruin, and actions intended to harm may sometimes bring healing. Witchcraft is the art of serving Wyrd that she may side with us and our actions bring the results we intend. It is also the virtue of honesty; in accepting who and what we really are. Wyrd permeates al things, flowing through us and through al nature – everything we experience. All things travel a path of return; earth, air, fire, water, and spirit. It is in the rise and fall of the sea, the three faces of the moon, the turning of the seasons, the cycles of life and death. To recognise this flow is to know where and when to make those changes that get us what we Will, just as it is to know when taking action would be unwise. It is to know ourselves, when our personal power is high or low. It is the knowledge and recognition of omens, and when it is best to perform magic.

The younger sister of Wyrd is Werðende, whose name means custom, tradition, and law; these are not the decree of any supreme All Father or king but are a power derived from the folk. Not everyone lives in the same way, such as the traveller community of modern England, or the Tuscany ‘gypsies’ of the last century. Similarly, the witches of English history have also found themselves at odds with Christian laws, and the government, through their very lifestyles. In Norfolk, for example, we have Kett’s rebellion in our history. In the research library of Norwich, before it burned down in the mid 1990s, I found evidence suggesting this revolt was lead by witches – many years later I found notes made by Cecil Williams, founder of The Museum of Witchcraft, where he also came to this conclusion. The witches were at odds with the Church and gentry’s claim to ownership of the land. Thus it may be seen that these laws were not Wedende, since they were not the laws of the common folk. They were not the laws, customs, or traditions that the folk took to remember history, but the rule of those who would rewrite history according to an imposed narrative.

Wyrd’s older sister is Skyld, whose name means debt, obligation, and mortality. During the conversion, when the Christians needed to find a word that could explain their concept of ‘sin’, they borrowed her name and gave it new meaning. Yet one must not be tricked into believing she is an entirely negative force, for in upholding our obligations we are rewarded. Wreaking vengeance for the harming of one’s kin, for example, is an obligation. It is the custom, tradition, and law of Wyrd that we cannot inherit the power of our ancestors, and have no virtue in our blood, if we do not honour such obligations. We must never give up the battle, in whatever field we fight, against those who would crush us and our ways. This is the original ‘three fold law’; that we must never shy from our responsibilities, including the punishing of our adversaries.

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Originally published in Witcha: A Book of Cunning, 2002 – republished by Mandrake of Oxford 2004). Out of print by author’s own demand (and due to breach of contract by Mandrake).

ACCIDENTAL ANTICHRIST: Chapter 0

Art, Magick, Occult, Satanism, Sorcery

 

Nathan’s real life is so unbelievable it could never be passed off as fiction. I hope one day he decides to tell his story.”  – Pat Mills, creator of 2000AD, introduction to KHAOS PUNK

Inspired by Pat Mill’s encouragement, and the need to heal through reclaiming my past, I have been working hard on my autobiography Memoirs of an Accidental Antichrist. Now undergoing its final editing process we are aiming to publish the completed book this September in a limited edition hardback. Advance orders are now being accepted – write to me at n8nharris@yahoo.co.uk for further details.

The following excerpt tells of my unlikely conception;

Memoirs of an Accidental Antichrist

Chapter 0

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I WAS conceived during a Black Mass. It was on a boat on the river Colne, just outside the garrison town of Colchester, Essex, sometime around March, 1970. The air thick with pungent incense, black candles on a makeshift altar casting twisted shadows around the windowless hull. Everybody sky-clad, tripping on acid, and chanting the names of the Infernal hierarchy. My father played priest. My mother, a sixteen year old redhead, was the altar and sex magick sacrifice.

As the ritual climaxed there came an almighty thump on the roof of the boat. Rasping, panting breath, and a low grrrowl.

Shit, it’s the pigs,” said someone. “Dog unit. A bust.”

Everyone pulled on clothes and swallowed the remaining drugs; a half ounce of hash and yet more acid, gulped down with a bottle of wine. The bravest among them, probably not my father, opened the hatch. There was nobody and nothing there. Relieved but spooked, and about to come up on a shamanic dose, they refastened the hatch. The growling came again. Something moving around on the roof, sniffing them out. Once more they opened the hatch to find nothing there.

Three times this happened, convincing them the ritual had, quite unexpectedly, worked. They spent the rest of the night huddled together below deck, hatch secured, terrified for their souls.

The sun rose. They brushed off the cobwebs and sailed a little further along the Colne, mooring alongside a Tudor pub with a beer garden leading down to the bank. The old landlord carried food to their table and they got talking. Someone mentioned their experience during the night, presumably neglecting the bit about the acid crazed Black Mass.

The landlord blanched, “You’ve met Black Shuck, the Devil’s hound. He’s patrolled this stretch of river for three hundred years or more, vengeful for the rape of one of his witches..”

Shortly after, my mother discovered she was pregnant.

* * *

At least, that is the version of events she told Jasmine, who is now my wife. This was back in the summer of 2002, before we got together or anyone guessed we would. My mother could never have known that her story would later be repeated to me. Whether this makes it more likely to be true, or less, is impossible to tell. She concluded her unbidden confession by saying, “Of course, his father tells a completely different story.”

When I was growing up my mother told a cleaned up version, where it was just a party, with no Black Mass or LSD, but still Black Shuck. She was always saying things, then denying she ever said them, and I doubt she has changed much now, so I don’t expect her to confirm this story.

* * *

My mother’s maiden name was Ann Clarissa Honeybell, better known to her friends as Honey. She had wild honey coloured hair and honey yellow eyes. Her side of the family had a reputation as witches going back several generations. There were whispers of great aunts, great great aunts, and great great great aunts, who had been midwives, abortionists and poisoners. No boys had been born into the family for long as anyone remembered. If there had been, they had not survived.

My father’s name was Robert John Harris, also known at the time as Image. He wore mismatched coloured contact lenses, and high platform boots to compensate for his 5’2” height. More recently he has taken to calling himself Szandor Dashwood, and hanging out with the society Satanists of London. He must also have also been styling himself as a Satanist back in 1970 – it was in fashion back then, what with Charlie Manson, the Process Church, and the come down from the 1960s.

In any case their tacky Black Mass, and my conception, had more to do with the then recent publication of Anton Szandor LaVey’s The Satanic Bible and the release of Rosemary’s Baby than it did with any genuine witchcraft traditions of Essex. If I had been born a few years later they would probably have named me Damien.

It doesn’t sound so romantic when you put it like that.

* * *

It wasn’t until 2002 that I heard Robert’s version of how I was conceived.

In this version my mother held a séance, of the kind my Grandma was known for, in a house supposedly haunted by the ghost of a cunning man. Thunder rolling through the darkened skies, lightning throwing everything into stark contrast. Everybody sat with one finger resting on the glass, letters of the alphabet displayed on cut-out pieces of paper round the edge of the table.

The glass began to move, gently at first, then nudged at the letters, spelling out messages of anger, spite, and malice.

Everyone took their hands off the glass but it kept on moving.

Begone!” cried my mother.

The glass rose in the air, hovered, then threw itself against the wall and smashed. Everyone screamed, running out into the night as the rain poured down.

It was a fun story, but quite how a séance was supposed to have resulted in my mother getting pregnant remained unexplained. My father is as much of a habitual liar as she is, and I am not saying I believe any of it, or that you should.

* * *

Whatever the circumstances, Robert denied paternity. During childhood he had been kicked in the balls by a horse and only had one, like Hitler. The doctors had told him he would never father children. I guess they neglected to factor in the possibility of witchcraft.

He and Ann split up.

She was hysterical, crying herself to sleep every night. In the grip of a nightmare she shoved her blanket in her mouth and swallowed it down, nearly choking herself to death. She had to be taken to hospital to have it removed.

After that they got married.

* * *

My mother had another story about being out one night with her flower child friends, everybody on LSD, which they all seemed to do an awful lot of. The party was busted by ‘the pigs’, who had no difficulty guessing what they had taken. Ann was dancing on the table batting thrown eggs with an egg-whisk and splattering yolk all over the kitchen.

The pigs lined them all up, turned out their pockets, and gave them a talking to. One got his snout right up in my mother’s face about the size of her eyes and the size of her belly, “That’ll damage the child, you know. It’s chromosomes. Give it birth defects.”

That gave her a really bad trip.

* * *

My birth certificate says I was born in Colchester Hospital Maternity Ward, Friday, 4th September, 1970. No record was made of the time. I was nearly four months premature, still in the amniotic sack, with a fleshy caul covering my face. My entire body was covered in red fur from head to toe, a double crown on my head causing the hair to stick up in devilish little spikes. Green eyes. Still with my prehensile tail, curly like a piglet.

Ann told me she had meningitis and can’t remember my birth. She talked about lying in hospital, delirious, when two figures came to her. A woman in a flowing white dress and a crown made of branches and flowers. A kingly figure with antlers sprouting from his brow like a stag. They were like the characters on playing cards, so that where there should have been legs they had an upside down double image, floating above the ground. As they spoke to her they turned about like wheels, talking with their alternate heads.

Many years later, Robert told me there had been no meningitis. The reason I was premature was because Ann had tried to abort me with a hot bath and a bottle of whiskey.

Either way, the weightless comfort of my mother’s womb was replaced by the hard, sterile box of the incubation unit. There were doubts I would survive. Less that 3lbs in weight, my bones yet to be hardened, gravity twisted my spine as it grew. This tilted the development of my hips so my knees point inwards. My feet have no arches and one has deformed toes. Instead of growing from the front of the foot, pointing forward, they grow from the top and point upward, or would if they were not curled in upon themselves. There is a large gap between the big toe and the one next to it, as if one is missing.

My medical records call it scoliosis, Latin for ‘crooked’. The doctors said I would never be able to walk.

* * *

Ann removed the sock draw from her cabinet and padded it out for my crib. They named me Nathaniel John Harris, my middle and last names shared with my father.

According to Ann she chose my name herself, interpreting Nathaniel, commonly interpreted to mean ‘gift of God’, to mean ‘gift of the Elves’; the Hebrew ‘El’ being cognate with the Old English ‘Aelf’, both meaning ‘being of light’.

According to my father my name was chosen by my aunts, who all insisted upon it together. If so it’s likely I was named after the archangel.

Between being either conceived in a black mass or being the reincarnated spirit of a magician of yore, then named after the most powerful of all the archangels, I think it’s fair to say I never lived up to my parent’s expectations.

KINGSLEY EVANS – Paedophile Cultist?

Chaos Magic, Child Abuse, Conspiracy, Cover Up, Elite Paedophile Network, Illuminates of Thanateros, Mind Control, MK Ultra, Occult, Paedophilia, Ritual Abuse, Trauma Based Mind Control

I have made this post so that police, journalists, researchers, and others concerned, will be made aware of this individual. It is also my intention to show an example of the Machiavellian tactics employed by abusive cults in their attempts to track, discredit, and further distress their victims.

I have been observing Kingsley’s behaviour since 2009, when I first came across him on MySpace. Even back then he was making derogatory posts about the leadership of the IOT, although rarely naming them. Nine years later and he is still doing this – the below screenshot in from his current FaceBook page;

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After communicating with him for a while, Kingsley claimed to know the person calling themselves ‘Deathcultreject’, who at that time was making posts on the message boards of David Icke’s website outing the IOT in Wales for their involvement in paedophilia, ritual abuse and (he claimed) MK Ultra;

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I asked Kingsley why Deathcultreject had not gone to the police with his allegations and was told it was because he suffers Dissociative Identity Disorder and so would not be listened to. Since both Deathcultreject and Kingsley were, at that time, exposing the IOT’s leadership (Peter Mastin, Julian Vayne, Nikki Wyrd) for exactly the same crimes, and since Kingsley claims he is himself Dissociative Identity Disorder, I suspected they may be the same person.

Kingsley also claims to help survivors of MK Ultra and abusive cults. The following is from a private message he posted to me just this week;

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In 2012 my learning-disabled stepson made disclosures to his mother, myself, and the police; he had been ‘provided’ by his biological father to Colin Batley, members of the IOT (Peter Mastin, Julian Vayne, Nicola Ward aka Nikki Wyrd, Anton Channing, Denise Channing aka Jaq D Hawkins), my parents (my mother and stepfather Ann Brynn-Evans along with my biological father Robert Harris aka Szandor Dashwood), as well as what remains of that cult since the bust; by this time having been raped countless times by countless people, over and again for nearly a decade. The membership of Batley’s cult was drawn not just from the IOT but also the Pagan Federation -South West (of which my stepfather Adrian Brunn-Evans was at that time the coordinator), while his white robes, Crowleyanity, and obsession with Egyptian symbolism all point to the OTO (which also has a stronghold in Wales). If this sounds unlikely, read all the newspaper reports concerning Batley’s cult.

Kingsley was among the first people to lend us his support. When he formed the FaceBook group Magicians Against Abuse I understandably joined. Sadly it quickly became apparent that Kinglsey’s purpose in this group was to attempt to give the impression that the paedophiles were all ‘out there’, rather than to support anyone in exposing those paedophiles actually within the occult community. We fell out when Kingsley started making denials that Batley was involved with the IOT and suddenly started calling me a liar. Most odd, and most upsetting; especially since I could not fathom why he would do this. He then emailed me admitting that members of the IOT had – out of context and most ILLEGALLY – shown him sections of Jasmine’s case in the Family Law Courts (which she won, btw – after a case lasting an incredible 9 months it was concluded that neither she nor I were in any way responsible for her son’s disclosures).

Considering Kingsley’s previous actions this was even more confusing and upsetting. It is essential to victims (and the innocent parents in a case like this most certainly ARE also victims) to be believed if they are to heal. Kingsley’s actions here, if deliberate, constitute emotional abuse of the worst kind; not just against me, but also – and especially – against Jasmine, the traumatized mother of a child who was sexually exploited by Colin Batley and several leading figures of the IOT.

Additionally, he has at the very least made himself a ‘secondary abuser’. Those who cover for paedophiles are as guilty of those abuses as the perpetrators themselves; in preventing the truth from being heard they protect the abusers and allow the abuses to continue.

This week Kingsley sent me a new FB ‘friend’ request. Understandably my reaction was not calm or collected. An argument ensued, first privately then spilling out into the Magicians Against Abuse group, where he accused me of attempting to ‘change the narrative’ (despite that I am the only one in this situation still saying the same thing as I was 6 years ago), and even more absurdly accusing me of doing this on behalf of the IOT. Here is his post;

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Eh?

Why would the IOT want me exposing them as having been involved with Batley and the sexual exploitation of children? How is that supposed to add up and fool anyone?

The answer was of course staring me in the face.

Kingsley is Welsh and joined the IOT during the very period when the Batley group was active. Researchers may easily verify there was never a Welsh IOT group until Batley had been involved. While posing as someone offering aid, Kingsley is in reality an IOT member who was himself involved with the Batley group. There were no other IOT groups in Wales at that time. It is therefore not plausible that Kingsley does not know Batley was in the IOT, or that Kingsley was not part of that group.

No doubt Kingsley will respond with more libel and bullshit, as he and his kind always do. This is no real worry – his MAB group has less than 200 members, which is less than read this blog every week (with some posts exceeding that on their first day). Thankfully nobody listens to him anyway – his knowledge of magic goes no further than masturbating over sigils, which I imagine he does a lot of. I also note that in all the years I have been observing him, he never has never had a girlfriend or lover.

To recap – Kingsley Evans’ ‘narrative’ concerning my attempts to expose the IOT are inconsistent and nonsensical. He claims to have not been involved with the IOT for many years, yet in all that time has been openly practising the weak excuse for ‘magic’ as it is practised by that ‘order’ and has not developed further. He has also maintained communication with its members, including those who sexually exploited Jasmine’s son. Despite not himself being a victim, the parent of a victim, or having any other apparent reason, Kingsley has also spent the last 9 years making constant posts about child abuse; something most people would rather not think about unless they had to. In all that time he has never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. He joined the IOT around 2009, or very recently before, when the Batley group was active in Wales, and is himself also Welsh. There were no other Welsh IOT temples or working groups in existence at that time. Batley himself is well reported as having been successfully prosecuted for leading an abusive cult that controlled its members through intimidation, murder, and rape, and who sexually abused both adults and children. It is thus 100% certain that Kingsley Evans was part of the Colin Batley IOT group that sexually exploited numerous children.

NOTHING IS NEW & EVERYTHING IS PERISHABLE

Chaos Magic, Child Abuse, Conspiracy, Cover Up, Crime, Elite Paedophile Network, Illuminates of Thanateros, Knights of Chaos, Magick, Mind Control, MK Ultra, Occult, Paedophilia, Religion, Ritual Abuse, Sorcery

 

Chaos magick has become quite the fad over the last few years, somewhat like Wicca was in the decades before it. Various groups have sprung up over social media claiming to explore the subject, which in itself might give the impression that the current has been successful. However, when one takes a good look at the quality of material being generated by such groups it quickly becomes apparent that most of those claiming to be practitioners would never have been admitted to any serious magical group requiring discipline or self-honesty and are nothing short of delusional. What most of them are calling ‘magick’ amounts to little more than masturbating over Austin Spare type sigils, with the allegedly advanced practitioners taking drugs while they do so. Furthermore, since they also tend to post pictures of the sigils they have created, thus negating any ‘subliminal’ elements to their supposed spell-casting, few of them seem to have much grasp of actual magical theory.

Additionally, in view of my knowledge that several leading figures in UK Chaos magick were involved in the well documented paedophile ring of Colin Batley, and the inability of said ‘internet practitioners’, along with a certain ex-cult leader, to discern the truth of this matter, it is also apparent they possess no divination skills whatsoever (and this despite the countless allegedly ‘new’ Chaos magic Tarot sets proliferating – none of which even have enough originality to add an Atu 23, or to represent Daath among the elemental suits). All in all, a rather pathetic state of affairs.

The manner in which ‘sigils’ are presented by Chaos magicians as an advance on traditional magick, as if it is some kind of ‘new technology’, is also absolute bullshit. Consider, for example, how runes are combined to create ‘bind-runes’, the way the elemental symbols are combined to make the characters of astrological planets, or the structure of the vevé of Voudon, and it soon becomes apparent there is nothing original about ‘sigil magick’ apart from the fact that it can be performed without any further magical knowledge or study.. or indeed wisdom!

Chaos magick’s emphasis on ‘results’ rather than spiritual development also means many of its practitioners see success entirely in material terms. That the system (because that is what it is, despite claims to the contrary) owes so much to Spare, an artist who spent his later days in a dank London basement surrounded by cat shit, seems particularly ironic. One gets the impression Spare would never have been admitted to the IOT because he would have been considered unsuccessful by them – and Spare would most definitely not have been impressed by the artistically talentless business minded individuals who made themselves psuedo-famous through having allegedly ‘invented’ Chaos magick, or who currently run the IOT.

CM theory’s only ‘advance’ on the popular magick of the 1970s, most of which was wrapped up with Crowley, Satanism, or Wicca, was to do away with obscurantist philosophies or religion and focus on a more scientific approach – recognising magick as a function of the subconscious rather than as the actions of gods, goddesses, demons etc. This approach is in line with much military funded research such as Project Stargate and Project Jedi, yet CM theory has failed to incorporate this more modern research and still clings to the psychological model created by Spare during the 1920s. As Dr. Michael Persinger has proven, during experiments with Ingo Swann, the CIA’s top remote viewer, the required neurological condition is in fact dominant Theta, bringing the ‘pulse’ of the brain into synch with the Schumann Resonance, being the ‘pulse’ of the planet Earth. In arrogant ignorance of this genuinely scientific research Chaos magicians continue to work under the mistaken idea that the ‘deeper’ their trance (or ‘Gnosis’, as they misapply the term), or the more intense the pain / drugs / emotions employed to enter trance, the more powerful their magick will be; often putting themselves through quite unnecessary experiences to little or no benefit.

Having reduced magic to the activities of the subconscious Chaos magicians then go on ‘create new gods’ at a whim, since they are all assumed to be fictional anyway. ‘Gods’, according to Chaos magick, are thought forms that have grown larger than any one person might generate, but a group of practitioners might get together and create one of their own. This approach is born from sheer ignorance of genuine magick; in Voudon, for example, the lwa may wear many masks, such as the Gheude appearing as Darth Vader or Judge Death, but yet neither are considered ‘new lwa’. Rather, the understanding is akin to Jung’s concept of the archetypes (itself born from his esoteric studies); the lwa may wear new ‘faces’ but one cannot create new lwa, just as one cannot create new archetypes, since they are part of the collective unconscious that pre-exists any one of us as individuals. One may create new masques for the lwa to ‘wear’ but the archetype beneath them remains the same ancient and eternal principle. In this respect Voudon is as flexible as Chaos magick, yet the understanding is far deeper, far less egoistic, and far more effective with regards to magick.

To give another example, the image of the wise old man appears in many cultures under many names, as well as in fiction (such as Gandalf, or Obi Wan Kenobi), yet all are the same archetype, and in every case it represents wisdom. If I create a new character in a story that is a wise old man I may have a new take on an old archetype, but I have not created a new one. The same goes with the ‘gods’ – and one would have thought they especially apparent to anyone with any grasp of psychology, as many Chaos magicians claim to have.

The concept of ‘paradigm shifting’ in this context is also shown to be rubbish. A genuine Voudusant, for example, would have no trouble in placing an icon on Kali on their altar to Ezili, just as any genuine Tantric would also recognize Ezili as an alternative masque for the archetypal power known in India as Kali, and would not consider this in any way incongruous.

Of the two rituals the IOT consider – somewhat ironically – to have become part of their ‘tradition’, the first is the Mass of Baphomet. Strangely, none of them even seem to know how to pronounce the god’s name correctly, or have any insight into its mystery (revealed by Atbash to be a cypher for Sophia). The phrase concluding its Enochian invocation, Zazas Zazas Nasatanada Zazas, which is said to ‘open the gates of Hell’ does not appear in any of Dee’s papers and is completely made up. No Voudusant, Makaya bokor, or Tantric, would consider the ‘fake it til you make it’ approach of Chaos magick to be genuine possession. When I was a Magister Templi of the IOT I often used to play the role of Priest in this ritual during inter-Temple meetings; I faked it every time, but nobody present knew any better, because they had never witnessed genuine possession in the first place. Like most Chaos magic it is very dramatic but does not actually work as ‘magic’ – I have witnessed the author of this ritual performing it, and they were obviously faking too.

The second ritual is the Gnostic Banishing Ritual, the most effective part of which is the use of the vowels. This originates with The Ordo Fraterni Saturnus, a German group which had a cross over membership with the IOT and – when I met them – seemed to be so stuck up that Chaos magick was the nearest they got to chilling out and having fun. They were also a bunch of racist cunts with Nazi sympathies. This vowels technique is not nearly as effective, nor developed in its uses, as the more widely practised chakra system of India, also commonly employed by serious occultists from various traditions, and relating to the seven archetypes. Again, none of the IOT’s membership seemed to be aware of the ritual’s origins, or its relation to the middle pillar of the Kabbalah.

The ‘8 Colours of Magic’ are nothing more than the Queen Scale of the Kabbalah, with the addition of the 8th colour ‘Octarine’ (from Terry Pratchett) adding nothing of genuine value, since ‘Pure Magic’ is already represented in that scale by orange (ie Mercury).

If Chaos magick had any value at all it was that its guiding principles allowed for magicians of various backgrounds to work together without argument. To assume that ‘everything you need to know’ is covered by those principles, however, is delusional hubris. The beginner, coming to Chaos magick without previous experience from deeper, more genuine tradition will have little to gain. Thrown in at the ‘deep end’ they will not be able to reproduce the results of more knowledgable magicians with previous training and experience. It is also evident from the writings of those currently involved in the IOT that they cannot differentiate between genuine magical tradition and the rubbish generally propagated within populist psuedo-traditions as are common among honky Pagans. As with sociopaths generally, their knowledge is broad but shallow; they can talk a little about a lot of traditions, but anyone actually from within those traditions will know they are talking rubbish. For example, everything I ‘learned’ in the IOT’s ‘Honori Ghede’ enclave, lead by the UK and USA section head at that time, which supposedly explored Voodoo but turned out to be absolute bullshit once I made contact with the genuine article. When I took the leader of the ‘Honouri Ghede’ enclave along to a genuine Voudon ritual their jealousy was tangible – I remember them attempting to dismiss the validity of the ritual simply because Ayizan had been invoked.. any genuine Voudusant will know how ridiculous such an assumption is, and why I will not explain here why. Anyone who knows even a smidgen of Creole will laugh at their word ‘Honori’, and everything they knew about Ghede was drawn from Michael Bertiaux’s Voodoo Gnostic Workbook.. enough said. The current IOT leadership are even more ignorant, but seem to have quite the talent for convincing the ignorant otherwise. This is worse than wasting their student’s time – some of their current activities are worse than misinformation and is likely end up costing lives.. or should I say, more lives..

Another recent development seems to be a dependence of hallucinogenic drugs to gain ‘magical insight’, particularly Yage and DMT. These drugs offer particularly convincing experiences due to their actions on the amygdala, meaning the ‘trip’ is interpreted by the brain as ‘fact’ rather than ‘dream’; hence so many tourists travel to Peru in search of ‘spiritual experiences’. Their misguided use can easily lead to delusion. Anything that can be used as a medicine can also be a poison in the wrong hands; Yage has proven very popular among cult leaders intent on brainwashing their followers. Psychedelics of any kind, including ketamine or LSD, may also be used by paedophiles intent on ensuring victims cannot make clear and believable disclosures, especially if the intent is to leave them as traumatised as possible. None of those in the IOT are trained ‘shaman’ and their involvement with drugs is bound to end in disaster, probably sooner rather than later. A healer requires empathy, and this is most definitely a faculty (amongst others) that the IOT leadership are lacking in – and not just the current leadership, either.

It is also worth noting that a Magi of that order – the same man that promoted a paedophile to the highest level – has already served a lengthy prison sentence for a mess up with speed, which they had cooked up in a bathtub and dyed with pink nail varnish, that caused the deaths of three youths in Leeds during the 1980s; this is the case referred to in Ray Shwerwin’s book Ouroboros.

Even when the Chaos current still had credibility among serious occultists they tended to move on fairly quickly. Of those who made their psuedo-fame during this period very few have remained involved, including myself. The average ‘shelf life’ for an IOT temple was less than a year – and the only reason the IOT now holds together at all is because its current leadership cannot afford to turn their backs on each other or move on. As with the cult of convicted paedophile Colin Batley, who was an IOT member, Chaos magick might seem glamorous to its dupes, offering sexual licence and alleged power, but is in reality it is nothing but a tragic cul-de-sac.

Thankfully fads in occultism, as with society as a whole, tend to be short lived – so it will not be long before most of these ‘internet Chaos magicians’ will become disappointed with the current’s shallowness and move on to something else, just like the teen Wiccans before them.

Nothing about Chaos magick is new & everything about it is perishable.

NJH