Layers of Golden Dawn and Thelemic godforms (Understanding magick and witchcraft)
A core concept that is hard baked into the magick systems of Golden Dawn (whatever the flavor), Thelema, and ceremonial witchcraft is the idea that our rituals happen not only here on Earth, but also on other planes of existence as we perform to empower them.
The so-called astral planes.
This idea can be found in our Theosophy ancestor (gag), the Cipher Manuscript, the work of Mathers and Westcott, Crowley and Regardie, as well as modern writers like Cicero and Zalewski. Hence one of my teachers claiming exclusive rights to the idea is CRAZY.
Yeah, I was kicked out of Hermetic Golden Dawn publicly by a Third Order blessed teacher on Facebook in 2016, for not sending ALL MY STUDENTS to Mister Golden Native for his Special Training in Godform Laying and Other Blessed by Secret Chief Teachings.
Can I just say that as an actual Third Order member of a Thelemic AA system from the 80s and 90s, I find his claims of being a Hermetic Third Order contact to be insulting? No? Damn. I have gone through "test" results on the Third Order level--has he?!? Or is just ads? "Oh come buy my slab of a book--I don't want to teach Outer Order people--Adepts only! I am special--Native magicks, super powers, Third Order contact! Let me teach you!"
Then you scream at me in public for ripping you off when I mention that I borrowed an idea from you . . . because . . . I am guessing that you are upset that I have more readers.
And in the case of the 2016 public expulsion of me from the Hermetic Golden Dawn by Third Order for not sending students, I am guessing that it was that I had an article in the Flying Roll Commentary book, and not him. Well, Third Order should publish their own damn book with you as their publisher--oh wait, your sales sucked, didn't they?
"Third Order says that they will not allow me to publish another book, if my sales suck."
Honestly, Golden Native said that in his slab of a book . . . because that helps your sales.
No, telling your readers to advertise your book that way does not help. Good information helps your sales. If the book would not been a slab, and you would taught the material properly, perhaps your book sales would have been better. Says me, the ex-student.
Who by the way, Mister I Owe You All My All Students, I invested in a rather expensive correspondence course. By a famous published writer. One that got past gatekeepers.
Yes, the person you hate--your Master--the source of your "exclusive Third Order system."
So do not threaten me unless you have a signed NDA (non-disclosure agreement). Just because I allowed you to publicly shame me on Facebook does not mean that you were in the right. Yes, I bent my knee to you, and said that I was sorry. No one believed me. Not me. Did you believe me? If my friends believed me, then they were drunk. As one of them said, "Why would you teach me anything that I wasn't allowed to teach my lodge members? Especially if you put in a fucking book? And I CITED you?!? QUOTED you?!?"
As in they knew exactly who I got it from. As in "Go buy this fucking book!" But you, and your fucking ego, chose to misread at least three blog posts on my former blog (Long die Gleamings--Long live it because it' not deleted), and publicly explode--"You ripped me off!" No, I gave you a "Secret Book Review"--I learned from this person, so can you.
But I will not be citing anyone in the Hermetic Golden Dawn community by name, including Native Golden Boy, Master of Expensive Correspondence, Kitchen Sink, Great Gherkin, Alchemist (a lodge brother of mine, fellow survivor of expensive course), or anyone else. Thanks to the "Third Order" expulsion. Because if you are the best that the Hermetic Golden Dawn has to offer, then it needs to be burnt down to the ground.
Announcement: Unfortunately, I will be taking the oath of Chief Adept on Day C this year.
Khari is simply not ready. Honestly, I don't think that she's ready to be Hierophant. But we have no other choice going in, if she wants to revive Bast Temple. If. I am still not sure that she really does. This might just be her playing another Bait and Switch on me. *sigh*
For the record, I accidentally took the Oath (symbolically) at my first Open Full Moon in September 1996. Maggie Moonstone, after I counted the audience twice, had ourselves introduce to one another--there were over a hundred witches there; an hundred and two.
I had never seen an hundred and two witches at the same time. I didn't know that there was an hundred and two witches. Oh you laugh. Maybe, you live in a place with a lot of them; I don't. I was attracting witches through a damn spell. Yeah, a fucking spell
Oh, my bosses to an one hated my spell. "I am a ministry student. This is America. If a Catholic ministry student is allowed to wear that damn cross in public. At work. Offending my eyes. Then I, a pagan, a Wiccan, a witch, can wear this pentagram and offend his eyes. Fun fact: The Pentagram is a secret sign of cult of Jesus Christ."
Yeah, I was a great employee. That was why my Mormon wife loved me so much.
Seriously, the witch who invited me to my first Open Full Moon in Capital Hill Denver, they knew that I was a witch because I was openly had a pentacle out. And I am the manager/owner/operator of that Gyro Locos more or less during that decade. A priest.
The brothers who actually own the place, and five others, are Freemasons. They are warned about. "Morgan will not cut his hair. He is a priest of a goddess. Under vow."
Edgar warned them. Edgar was saving me. From jail. And my first GD lodge. Fires. BK.
I walked into my first job, saw my Catholic coworkers wearing crosses, and flipped. My aunt, the Gardnerian Wiccan, used to ask, "Why can the Christians have their Ten Commandments at the courthouse, but we witches can't have our Horned God?" Please note because she got murdered, my first month in high school, I might be a little hostile at age nineteen towards Christians, especially after being forced in the Broom Closet in 1980s Small Town America to protect my mother's precious Christian reputation.
In my defense, I adapted rapidly to my newfound freedom at Buddha Burger. "Have you chanted the words of the Buddha?" The Catholic neighborhood was gang land; I was infested with a demon. You laugh, I was. My bloodline were Theosophist spirit mediums, relabeled "Christian, Catholics going to Hell." My father used to say, "Son, remember no matter what you think, people will think that you are a Jew." So I was Jewish. Because of my last name. Eckstein. Or Frankenstein, as I was a couple in grade school--I loved it.
Anyway, spirit medium family, abusive mother, murdered aunt, you can math: Demon.
Yes, I had a small demon in me. My aunt had promised to initiate into the Craft when I came of age. Sadly, her murder prevented that. Unfortunately, her "Jewish inheritance," think Blessing plus Ghost (not the real thing--a Matrix Program of the Brain) came with a Sith. Over the years, every dark act I experienced made that Demon stronger.
Yet because I was born into Soap Opera called Riding Shotgun to a Demon, my goddess and recently dad, in 1984, oh yeah--my dad dies when I am 18, going on 19, which is why I am working at this Burger King instead a slave in the US Army--my honored dead, my goddess, they and the writers, for the amusement of the Audience, have a plan for me.
You laugh. Let's look back. With full eyes. Because I am already an Urban Runic Shaman.
Working the Layer System.
Laughs.
I was always an imaginative child. Alone for the seven years of my life. Left only with books. Every book that my father could get his hand on from the News Service. If we needed to learn something, binders would appear out of nowhere; no book was ever lost.
We were children of Thoth; self-educated men--me and my dad. Someday, I would publish. He had brought a mimeograph machine when we had the produce company; pulp and ink had gotten in my blood. I was Jewish publisher. It did not matter that my father ate greasy fish sandwichs on Fridays; as would I, working with these Catholics.
And I could explain the awe that I felt serving the damn Catholics when the Pope back in 80-x. It was strange. Please note that I was unaware that my father had been raised Catholic because of Mom's screaming about them. But it would explain why in Sagebrush, Small Town (where we crashed after the business loss), we to Catholic church for Easter and Christmas while my father was still alive, instead of closer "nicer" church later chosen for my siblings after his death by my mother--yes, they are a different religion.
I still have trash from that Pope visit--actual trash--from Buddha Burger cleanup.
Imagine wearing a Golden Dawn godform, whether you are a Hermetic or a Thelemic, while you are sweeping the dining of a Burger King, chanting the words of the Buddha, or maybe Horus, being a Norse runic shaman with little training, much imagination, tired on twelve hours straight labor, wearing godform being he's crazy shaman, and he's gifted with a poster of the Pope!
Yeah!
I still have trash.
That Burger King was my Temple because I was fresh from the military. I had joined the military to escape my mother, who I was afraid of. I had sold myself into slavery on 13 October 1983, because I thought that my own mother, Lilith, would kill me, if I remained in that town. I felt that I would be safer in a place with people with enemies actually trying, given that at least there I would have the right to fire back--a freedom that I did not have at home. My father had died in truck accident; I inherited his ghost too.
Many of my coworkers were martial artists. And we all talked between busy times. Because we are bored, out of our minds. Turns out, people are people. Bums are bums.
My coworkers understood my storyline. And they explained it to my as a martial arts movie storyline. I shit not. Literally true at the time. I have "two slain masters." That many of my questions would never be answered; therefore, mystery man was born.
Seriously, it's the martial artists who taught me the layer system.
"Strike, Strike, the Master Chord! Draw, Draw, the Flaming Sword! Crowned Child and Conquering Lord! Horus, Avenger!"
"Now imagine with every hit that Elsa is Mighty Goddess, every time she hits Timmy."
"Strike, Strike, the Master Chord! Draw, Draw, the Flaming Sword! Crowned Child and Conquering Lady!! Horus, Avenger!"
"Now Timmy, what do you have to say about cheating on Elsa?"
It's not spousal abuse, if it happens in class, right? No, seriously. That seemed to be some of the logic. I got involved with a woman, my mom's age, with two daughters. Who was teaching several of the martial arts students that both of us were working with.
Wait, it gets better. Because I am that ministry student. We start a Public Coven.
As in I lost my mind, Easter in the Park 1985. And therefore, my first Beltane ritual.
"We are burning things that we don't want--let's call them, weeds--so we can plant better things--what would we like in our lives? Flowers? Success? Gold? Maybe a book deal?"
It's most definitely my first BBQ Cauldron ritual--"We can burn something--it's a BBQ grill--but to Thor, he knows that's an altar of fire to the Norse Gods because I got in the divorce." Many of "Denver Public Park" tools are disguised--a cane as a "ritual sword."
Announcement: Good news--we might have a new Fire Pit for the June 14th 2025 public drumming. So we can burn things! You laugh. We have a fire fetish. Khari does.
Drumming and potluck--open, bring a dish
Spring Garden Drumming and Potluck
Saturday, June 14th, 2025
6 pm to 10 pm
2727 N. Cook St., Denver, CO 80205
Child friendly--Khari works at a preschool.
Medical marijuana--Morgan can suffer Catholic Saint level migrianes for days on end.
And now for our feature presentation . . .
A clip from . . .
Lady Horus kicked your cheating ass
The Layers of Godform of Horus
When I was taught the clearest form of the layer system, it shelled out as followed:
Physical
Etheric
Astral Emotional
Lower and Higher Mental
Causal
Spiritual
Can you see the source code? I could. I have Alice Bailey books. Thanks Capital Hill Books.
And the prick was trying to make a big thing out of it. "Oh, I am Third Order contacted." No, you have a good library. And a grudge against a former master who's famous.
I have the same books. I invested up to Second Stage Alchemy in a rather expensive correspondence course in the Hermetic Golden Dawn, and I can't share that information?
Sorry. I did not swear an oath to you. I did however swear an oath to the Golden Dawn.
Or several times in service to Outer Order. As a Hierophant. Who initiated members. I have Inner Order "grandchildren." Do you? You helped break my lodge, but my chosen one still won in the end--bad choice of Masonic horse. I chose my secret course brother.
Here's what the godform of Horus would spin out in the Neophyte (o=o) Grade of the Hermetic Golden Dawn
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| Hoor--Horus the Younger. |
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