Editor’s Introduction : We present here a short excerpt from Martin Caulder’s recently discovered pseudonymous work, first published by Olympia Press in 1964 in the “Traveller’s Companion” series of erotica for gentlemen. The original title, The Devil in a Woman’s Form, is believed to have been chosen at the last Continue Reading
Credo : Rage and Love – Plan for Utopia, Act for Apocalypse
Ace of Swords – Eight of Wands Reversed – Queen of Swords Reversed : Our Lady of Pain, Obstacles Foreseen, Sword in the Hand So. I’ve been doing some pretty demanding soul-searching on the question of what to call myself, how to identify, spiritually and philosophically. Someone started discussing the Continue Reading
The Call to Adventure
I was sixteen years old, in highschool in the Pioneer Valley in Western Massachusetts. Something was happening to me. I would sneak out at night and walk across the university campus across from our house, watch the Moon ripple in the waters of the Upper Lake; in darkened sylvan amphitheatre, Continue Reading
Faerie Gold
We have been there. We have lived to tell the tale. Slipped sideways, parted the veil. We have walked between the worlds. You and I, we have made pilgrimage to the Hollow Hills, we have stood upon the heath and let the wild wind of the Otherworld take us where Continue Reading
A Haunted Childhood
We come to this path in many ways. An animal trail in a forest, a gleam of light scattering on the ocean, a narrow alley off a city street, piled with refuse of the modern world; a vague terrain in the same-old suburbs, cleared for development, overgrown with weeds. This Continue Reading
Leabhar Draiocht – The Grimoire
PARIS 11 July 1972 In the beginning was the WORD … That’s all there is to know about magic, all there is to know about most things really. On the very off-chance that anyone else ever reads this book, this book of magic and strange experiments, writings, dreams and diagrams, Continue Reading
What Would You do if You Weren’t Afraid?
It was the start of the Summer. We were on Quai Henri IV, and there was no one else around. He showed me this. We sat there for a really long time without saying anything. I started crying. I think he might have been crying too, but I didn’t look. Continue Reading