About This Blog

This is just a place where I post things about magic. It is in no specific order, it is not a personal journal of one individual’s long struggle to attain whatever it is you think we should attain. And it’s not just chaos magic.

It’s just magic stuff, chosen at random, pulled from a bunch of traditions and sometimes riffing off what others are writing about in the occult blogosphere.

The articles are written from a chaos magic perspective but they aim to be a bit broader in their scope. Anyone’s welcome. That’s what the web is for, after all.

If you’re new to magic, then subscribe. Maybe you will find this little blog helpful. Leave comments… Berating me if you feel I deserve it.

If you’re not new to magic then you’re definitely not off the hook. Please get in touch. Leave comments. Email me… Whatever. That’s why I started this whole thing. I want to know where you are at and what you’re up to. I want to take this back to the olden days of the internet; chatting with randoms from all over the world.

Why Chaos Magic?

You see, I have this theory about how to do magic that I’d like to share with you. Follow me on this and let me know what you think:

Now… Typically, before you even get to chaos magic you have to goldilocks your way through a veritable feces rainbow of preposterous ideas. Here’s what my own feces rainbow looked like:

• Wicca (Too hippy)
• The Golden Dawn (Too bourgeois)
• Satanism (Too Californian)
• Theosophy (Too Victorian)
• The Holy Guardian Angel (Too much effort)
• Ascended Masters (Too seventies)
• Thelema (Too right wing… Though this was the closest to being juuuuust right)

Then, eventually, you arrive at chaos magic. And it’s like a breathe of fresh air. Finally your ideological indecision and simultaneous lust for power are satiated in the one place. Here is a spiritual answer that also makes you feel like a rock star with little to no effort.

So you stick with chaos magic. For a few years.

Then it starts to feel a little bit… Nineties. Early nineties.

It’s all cyberpunky and post-Thatcherite and wearing sunglasses indoors. Hooray. Look at you. You aren’t constrained by belief. Belief is your bitch! Why don’t you just tell every damn person you ever meet about it?

Trouble is… There is really only so many years you can react to a cultural change that happened two decades ago at the earliest before it starts to feel a little stale. The revolution is over. Chaos not only won, it became bourgeois. Everyone picks and chooses beliefs these days. No one is outraged by nonconformity. Each and every person in the developed world performs DIY identity-making. Your mother is on Facebook.

So this is why the subheading of the blog says “beyond chaos magic”. Because -as a movement- chaos magic did its job. It did a better job than Crowley. (That’s right, I’m taking it that far. Chaos magic was more of an influence on contemporary magical practice than Crowley. There I said it.)

Then the question facing us today is “what’s next? What do you do after you have spent years exploding all those beliefs? What do I do with all the ontological demolition skills I have learned? Because, like the ruins of a temple, all I’ve been left with is rubble.”

And this is where we find magic today. Gradually realising that there is more to this whole game than rubble. Beginning to understand that you only knock down all those old buildings so you can build something new.

It’s a weird place to find ourselves. Hence the blog.

About Me

Be honest, you don’t actually care. I can’t even believe you read this far.

Oh all right. Years of experience, a bunch of initiations, blah blah blah. I work in media and live in London -the undisputed home of occultism and magic! Hit me up if you live in town or are planning to visit. Name’s Gordon. It’s always nice to meet fellow Hogwarts alumni.

The above image is clearly not of me. It’s a photo I took on a recent trip to the Vatican. I don’t know/care all that much about Catholicism but it looks like somebody challenging a cardinal to a shoe fight. (I like to think he was defending the honour of a small boy.) It was easily the most awesome thing I saw that day and I totally saw the Pope a few hours later.

PS – Apologies if the feces rainbow offended you. It’s a personal journey rather than a scathing dismissal of anyone else’s path. But I’m sure you get that.