In the late-70s I was working in central London and living in a ground floor flat in Stamford Hill adjacent to the Lubavitch. There was almost no heating and ice formed in the toilet. One way to warm up was to drive into the British Museum on a Sunday afternoon, and spend a few hours in relative warmth.
You could do that in those days … jump in the car, drive into London, and park at the back of the Museum. I doubt that it took more than 20 minutes each way. I would almost always go to the black obsidian mirror attributed to Dr. John Dee and spend some time scrying in it. You could do that too in those days … co-opt occult display items into private sessions without the formality of booking. I think Dion Fortune did something similar in the Assyrian section (see The Winged Bull).
There is a handwritten note from Horace Walpole: “The Black Stone into which Dr Dee used to call his spirits…”. Over the course of a few years I developed a detailed fantasy about this mirror. It was an Aztec scrying mirror dedicated to the dark god Tezcatlipoca. It was given to Dee as a gift by his friend Sir Walter Raleigh, and was probably looted from the Spanish.
As it happens, it really is an Aztec mirror. Chemical analysis has identified the mine where the obsidian was found, and you can read about it in this Smithsonian article.
However … (sadface) … the link to Dee is very circumstantial – see p.30 of John Dee’s Conversations with Angels by Deborah Harkness. According to Harkness, the mirror is never mentioned in the Conversations, while other crystals are. Other than Walpole’s catalogue, there is no evidence the mirror belonged to Dee.
Nevertheless, obsidian mirrors are A Thing. They are an off-the-shelf item in Glastonbury. I have one myself.
If you are new to making a website, then you will find so many hosting providers offering wizard tools to help you get up and running. Making a new site is relatively easy compared with ten years ago, twenty years ago, thirty years ago.
But are you locked in? What control do you have over the framework you are using, all these clever click-button tools? What happens when the provider goes out of business (or more likely) is absorbed into another company with a different approach?
Making the site may be easy, but keeping it going for 10 years in the face of constant technical updates and infrastructure replacements is another matter. Keeping it going for 31 years is an achievement, and I’m going to brag about it. This site is 31 years old.
I began this site in 1995, and it was carved out of a solid block of HTML using copper chisels and a grinding paste made of sand and bitter tears. Despite being a thing of consummate ugliness, it was popular.
In 2011 I obtained a solid block of PHP and Javascript and began again. I’m a one-man band who does this for love, not money, and it sufficed … for the day. It wasn’t pretty. I wrote a large quantity of new content which eventually found its way into a book. Check out my publications.
Now it is 2026 and the 2011 site was looking pathetic. Network Solutions was charging me an arm and a leg for hosting it. I had to migrate the domain, the content, and throw it all into WordPress. I’d never used WordPress.
It is not a thing of beauty … but it will suffice. There will be bugs and broken links, but I will catch them. I see that many items are far too long and TLDR – I need to condense. Navigation needs work – I’ll fix it.
A lot has happened in my life (four books, grandchildren, turning seventy-five). I have things to say. I expect to post new content.
Please look in from time to time – I promise it won’t be boring.
John 14:2, “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places.”
At some point in the mid-90s I was in a convention centre in Belgium for a minor telecoms conference. I think the venue might have been Le Palais des Congrès de Liège. We were inventors. We were exhibiting a PTSN telecom switch hooked-up to a very new-fangled WWW server.
Much of the convention space was shuttered and unused. I wandered off and discovered the Backrooms – halls, corridors, rooms, toilets, theatres – beige spaces empty of people, but still showing signs of occupation. Stacks of chairs, unused tables, display boards with old posters. Always, essentially, quintessentially, one flickering fluorescent light.
It was spooky and unsettling. I was abnormally disturbed, and I made note of that. I began to take an interest in similar spaces, such as large underground car parks, and the concept of liminality.
In 1991 the 3D version of Castle Wolfenstein was released, and because of technical limitations it featured a small palette of spaces and visual elements. These were combined to create (for the time) a satisfying experience of novelty. In retrospect we can recognise how much these early games reproduced the experience of the Backrooms. Various game-level editors were created for Doom, and it was possible to create and navigate spaces that were visually congruent to the Backrooms (as the concept stabilised into a definite spatial theme).
Another idea culled from early games was clip-out and :no-clip. A developer who wanted to inspect the geometry of the game from the outside could set an option that would enable their first-person view to move through walls and other boundaries. Sometimes this would happen during gameplay, and the player would find themselves outside the game. For the gnostic, :noclip is the ultimate liberation from reality.
I forget how I discovered references to the original Backrooms creepypasta. I was probably searching the Web for various ideas around the concept of liminality. I recognised instantly the canonical image, a photo from a claimed genuine furniture warehouse in Wisconsin. I was shocked to recognise something I thought private to myself. Wow. It was clear that many people had experienced a moment of recognition.
I began to think about what I now term “low-entropy spaces” – that is, spaces that can be generated from a small number of simple rules. The Mandlebrot and Julia sets are a good example, as are spaces in early games like Wolfenstein. Crystalline structures, mazes …
Where does the horror come in? Why are the Backrooms so creepy? The prototype might be the Cretan labyrinth with the Minotaur at its heart, but consider The Willows, a famous 1907 horror short story by Algernon Blackwood. Two adventurers are canoeing down the Danube and enter a vast delta-like area with innumerable small channels, and sandbanks covered with stunted willows. As far as the eye can see: channels, sandbanks, stunted willows, an archetypal low-entropy landscape. Thin ingredients for an acclaimed horror story, but H.P. Lovecraft, master of cosmic horror, dubbed it “the finest supernatural tale in English literature”. Many of the ideas were repurposed for T. Kingfisher’s 2020 novel, The Hollow Places.
We experience much of the inherent spookiness of the Backrooms in The Shining, as Danny pedals his tricycle around the corridors of the Overlook Hotel. It’s the repetition, the elongated perspectives, the sense that the space is ontologically unsound and “we’re not in Kansas anymore”.
Low-entropy spaces are creepy. I’ve experienced something akin to The Willows in the interior of Western Australia – the land as flat as a drafting table, the road a straight line that runs from horizon to horizon, and a single low bush replicated a near-infinite number of times. Inhuman. Disturbing.
So what did I think of the 2026 movie? It follows the core ideas of the creepypasta at the beginning, but it goes off the rails. An opportunity for genuine ontological horror turns into the most generic cliche imaginable. I was hoping for something more like the Navidson House in the House of Leaves. A big fail IMO. There is another, far more disturbing film waiting to be made.
In the 1580s, John Dee and Edward Kelley conducted many remarkable conversations with several angels. Most of Dee’s original records and diaries survive and have been widely reproduced in editions and commentaries, from the famous 1659 A True and Faithful Relation of Meric Causabon, to the fastidious textual analysis of Aaron Leitch in The Angelical Language. There is even a dictionary of the angelical speech in The Complete Enochian Dictionary by Donald Laycock.
These conversations demand a meta-analysis. What was the cultural and social background that determined the specific form of the communications? What works, accessible to both Dee and Kelley, seem to have influenced the content of the angel’s concerns? Why do the angels communicate in good, everyday English but also have another language, a special language? An overview can be found in the excellent John Dee’s Conversations with Angels by Deborah Harkness
Something that has always interested me is the presumption that the angels speak their own language. They can converse in English, but in private they would seem to converse in a speech called Enochian. Or perhaps they provide Enochian as an intermediate speech for us to use. Perhaps they have an even more recondite language.
The Old Testament book of Genesis is filled with hints of ancient languages, languages that were spoken before human consciousness was degraded by disobedience. In the beginning, God created light and dark, night and day, with acts of speech. There was the conversation of Adam and Eve before the Fall, and their speech after the Fall. There was the speech before Babel, and the speech that survived Noah’s Flood. And of course there is the native speech of angels, who are privy to God’s intentions and instrumental in his acts and governance.
The suspicion that common speech is degraded and utilitarian is ancient and enduring. What if there was a better language, a more perfect language, a language more closely aligned with the spiritual nature of the creation?
A book that addresses this specific thought is Umberto Eco’s The Search for the Perfect Language. Most people will know Eco as the novelist who wrote The Name of the Rose, and Foucault’s Pendulum. Although a capable novelist, he was principally a scholar of vast erudition, and this book is an example. It may task one’s endurance. I find I have to pick it up and put it down, read a chapter and come back to it when time has soothed my overload. It is an extraordinary achievement in its span and its depth. Every chapter is a shotgun blast of fascinating detail.
A selection from the index of The Search for the Perfect Language
Eco covers the entire history of the belief that language is handicapped by limitations, limitations that might (in some better world) be removed, taking us from the first chapters of Genesis to analytic philosophy. Would a better language remove the possibility of deception, of fake news? Would it cripple the Devil, who is the Father of Lies? Would it require a refinement of the soul, a dissolution of objective and subjective? There are no answers.
Liber Sphaerae is now available from Amazon. I began writing about two years ago during the first, serious lockdown, the one where the planes stopped flying and motorways were completely clear of cars. It grew indirectly out of my study of Renaissance Tarot as I tried to immerse myself in the outlook of that period. It is one thing to study the esoteric as a modern alternative worldview, and another to enter into a culture where it is the consensus reality.
My choice to present the book as a dialogue between four main characters was a reversion to a format popular at the time (but less so today). See, for example, Reuchlin’s On the Art of the Kabbalah. It is a good way to explore ideas, and it can be fun too, as when Socrates’ friends are all hog-whimpering drunk in The Symposium. I wanted to write something accessible that could be enjoyed equally by a novice or a scholar.
[This is an informal item I wrote for my Livejournal in 2008. I went looking for it recently and discovered it was still out there. ]
Marie Eaton: [moves to the altar with Peggy lying on it] Peggy, get up. Repeat after me, the words of the Susamma Ritual. Oriel Seraphim. Peggy Eaton: Oriel Seraphim Marie Eaton: Eo Potesta Peggy Eaton: Eo Potesta Marie Eaton: Zati, Zata Peggy Eaton: Zati, Zata Marie Eaton: Galatim, Galatah Peggy Eaton: Galatim, Galatah!
I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night, and during the hours of not sleeping I tried to recall the novels of Dennis Wheatley. I think it was in 1966 when my scout group had a jumble sale, and I was out collecting – bringing in box after box of books and bric-a-brac. I succeeded in purloining most of Dennis Wheatley’s occult novels, and kept The Satanist, The Devil Rides Out, and To The Devil a Daughter in a secret place in the garage, reading them when my parents weren’t around. I also made off with a complete multi-volume set of Gibbon’s Decline & Fall (which shows the kind of 15 year old I was). It was cut-leaf, and I can still recall the musty smell.
I saw The Devil Rides Out on release in 1968 when I was 17, but it was released as The Devil’s Bride in Australia (same as the US), so I experienced a huge delight when I parked my bum on the seat and realised what I was watching. It was the first time I’d seen “proper” ceremonial magic in a film (which is still a rara avis).
The principal protagonist is the Duc de Richlieu (Christopher Lee), who appears in several of Wheatley’s novels as a member of a group of four adventurers loosely based on the Musketeers of Dumas. Most of the stories are ripping yarns, but at some point in his life (in between saving European princesses from Johnny Foreigner) the Duc has found the time to become an adept in the occult arts.
The book and film feature three pieces of authentic ritual. The first comes when the Duc creates a classic Solomonic circle to protect the friends from Mocata’s demonic sendings. It is a long time since I read the book, and I lost my copy many years ago, but I have a memory of the Duc telling his friends to wear clean underpants because shit attracts evil entities. This piece of anal claptrap amused me even at 15 years old. I would have suggested brown trousers – a lot more sensible when being menaced by giant tarantulas and a ride-on cameo role by Azriel, the angel of death.
The second piece of ritual is the piece from an invented Susamma ritual that alters the fabric of time and space. I didn’t know it at the time, but the words are not made up, and come from an obscure grimoiric ritual used to trap a spirit in a bottle of water:
Uriel Seraphim, potesta, Io, Zati, Zata, Abbati, Abbata, Agla, Cailo, Caila, I pray thee and conjure thee in the name of the Living God and by him, thy Master and mine; by all the might of the Holy Trinity; by the virginity of the Holy Virgin; by the four sacred words which the great Agla said with his own mouth to Moses, Io, Zati, Zata, Abbata, by the nine heavens in which thou dwellest; and by virtue of the characters said before, that thou appear to me visibly and without delay in a fair human form, not terrifying, within or without this phial, which holds water prepared to receive thee, in order that thou mayest answer what I desire to ask thee, and fetch and bring the book of Moses, open it, put they hand upon it, and swear truth while making me see and know clearly all that I desire to know; appear then, I conjure you in the name of the Great God, Almighty Alpha, and be thou welcome in galatim, galata, cailo,caila.
This conjuration, it can be found in the Grimoire of Armadel. I didn’t find it in the Mathers translation, but it can be found in the original French Ms.
The third piece of ritual in the film occurs when the Duc attempts to draw the spirit of the dead Tanith back into her body. He uses a very condensed version of the Golden Dawn Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, which in turn owes a great deal to a traditional Jewish bedtime prayer that protects the sleeper from bumps in the night. An original is preserved in cuniform on Mesopotamian clay tablets and is probably about 3000-4000 years old (see The Devils and Evil Spirits of Babylonia by Campbell-Thompson). Memory of this ritual is preserved in the nursery rhyme
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, Bless the bed that I lie on. Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head. One to watch and one to pray, And two to bear my fears away.
In the Jewish night-time prayer the four angels at the four corners are Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael.
Although most people assume Mocata was modelled after Crowley, he is a dastardly foreigner in the book (Wheatley was an imperialist, a xenophobe and a tremendous snob). However, the fiendish Canon Copely-Syle (To the Devil a Daughter) was definitely drawn from Montague Summers, a man Wheatley found genuinely frightening.
We have had a very hot summer. The grass is bleached. Reservoirs and rivers are drying up. I have been feeling quite listless. The West of England has been cooler than the counties to the East, but even so, the heat is taking its toll on my energy.
Finishing Liber Sphaerae in May was quite a push. I caught two nasty colds, then at the beginning of June I caught Covid, and that triggered a long-standing auto-immune thing. I spent a lot of June and July lying down.
When not lying down I spent my time fixing a twenty-year old sportsbike, a 2002 Honda Fireblade. It had many things wrong with it. If you want to see me on the (now-working) bike, then Honda Fireblade 954: World Going Backwards – YouTube
I cast around for a new writing project, but the feelings of listlessness triumphed. I read a vast swathe of books. If the weather cools down I will review some of them. I have completed 75% of a new video, but listlessness has claimed that too.
We are so dependent on our energy. Listlessness isn’t merely a lack of get-up-and-go. It is a lack of the creative energy to do good things. One’s Muse goes on vacation. One can labour assiduously and produce pedestrian rubbish.
Here is a picture of Hesiod and the Muse. You can imagine me without a mountainous view … and no Muse.
