Theatrical Magic (Part Two: Invoking OZ)

Posted: Sunday, August 17, 2008 by N. F. Robinson in Labels: , , , , ,
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The Wonderful Invocation of the Great and Terrible WIZARD OF OZ


Howdy, folks. As promised, is both my experience with the Invocation of OZ and (in full) the ritual that allowed me to summon him, so you can all go home and try it yourselves.

Well, maybe not. It was a little .. interesting, to say the least. But before we get into that, we better start with some context.

In short: I plan on invoking the WIZARD OF OZ (pictured). This involves him entering my own body, and me conversing with him.

(Invoking is becoming 'possessed' by a spirit, allowing it to speak through me and to me - often the deeper, more spiritual workings are invocations, as the focus is more on exploring the self. Evocations, on the other hand, involving the outside summoning of these beings; usually involving a magical circle all the the like, and often involves getting the god to do something for you. The terms are similar, but they're both pretty different. Invoking summons IN, evoking summons OUT.)

The rationale behind this, besides wanting to see how well the WIZARD OF OZ converts to magic, is that I'd rather wait until I've worked with him more - taking time to build up his power - before I evoke him.

In both the Wicked stage play and the Wizard of Oz movie/books, OZ is a fake, a charlatan, simply a technologically-minded human occultist from Earth who threw himself into the lands of OZ and then decided it was a fit kingdom to rule. He was a con-artist, a fraud who knew more about science then magic...

But the people of OZ worshipped him as a god. They believed he had powers even mightier than Glinda, Good Witch of the North, and Elphaba, Wicke
d Witch of the West, the characters that dominated the Wicked musical. His power is highly guarded as universal, the omniscient God-Emperor of the Emerald City.

In reality, he hides behind a huge mechanical lion who bellows fire and smoke, bellowing commands in a truly harrowing tone. It's a huge, clockwork machine that the WIZARD hides behind, however - his abilities are actually rather feeble, magic-wise.

But he understands things. He understands how Oz works - hell, he understands the importance of language in the land, how it physically affects the an
imals, and uses it to his advantage. This kind of linguistic aggression is a vital element of the ontological warfare that magic is based on; sorcery relies heavily on language, after all.

The WIZARD OF OZ
is the overseer behind reality, at least in Oz, and that gives him power. He's achieved apotheosis in this magical land, power enough to cause a cyclone that rips through space and time; but not power enough to ever return home. The Ruby Slippers, of course, were understood by Glinda the Good Witch.

So, then, I think I've got something to work with here.

Purpose

To summon OZ from the Emerald City, Oz, to Pakenham, Australia (another kind of Oz) - specifically, to channel his spirit and to converse with him. I will ask him the nature of reality, that secret to swapping worlds, the clockwork behind perception - I will ask him to divulge his secrets, because as much a
s a hack as he may be, he DID manage to hop between worlds.

Ingredients

-A small amount of tin (I butchered some from the can - it's to represent the tinman)
-A small amount of prosthetic fur (because real fur is expensive, and it's symbolic; the Lion isn't who he once was)
-A red shoe (to represent Dorothy; I stole on of Mum's, tell you the truth)
-A small amount of straw (to represent the Scarecrow)
-A copy of L. Frank Baum's The Wizard of Oz (or a substitute, such as a DVD of the film adaptation, or maybe even the expensive program from the Wicked stage play, or the novel that inspired that play)
-Salt

-A magical weapon (cup/mirror, wand/staff, knife/sword, coin/disk)
-An OZ sigil (see below)
-Finally, a bed placed within the temple room, or close to the summoning space
-Brown/dull workpants and a bright green shirt (this is our 'robe', so to speak)
-Four candles

The Sigil


This is a sigil - like a veve in Voodoo, or a magic circle to represent a demon - a powerful symbol used to represent THE WIZARD OF OZ. I devised it after reading parts of Baum's The Wizard of Oz and meditating on it, drawing it almost automatically after a brief gnosis. This was before the ritual and the banishing.


It is both deeply personal - I created it - and also quite public, so feel free to use it, though perhaps the best results would be to create your own.


The Ritual - Banishing

Banish how you will - laughter, Golden Dawn methods, whatever. As long as it works to get you in the mood for some magic, and cleanses all the psychic shit about you, there's really no problem.

I prefer to have my banishing themed, though - to warm up before the ritual. I usually use a simple technique that involves visualisation and calling on the powers of the four cardinal points, barefooted, while declaring my intent to the world. It works pretty well.

The personal touch seems to really get me in the mood for whatever working I'm doing. This is what I did for the banishing:-

0.0 -I get changed into my ritual clothes; dusty brown trousers, to link me with Kansas, and a bright green shirt, to link me to the Emerald City of Oz.
0.1 - I drew a circle of salt around me, took off my shoes, and figured out which way was East.
0.2 - I then took my magical dagger.
0.3 - I knelt, waiting for myself to get ready mentally, clearing my thoughts.
0.4 - As I kneel, I say, "My name is Nathaniel F. Robinson, the Magus, who summons the forces of the Great Witches to protect and guide me!"
0.5 - Standing up, dagger in hand, I point to the East. I imagine a crippled, but powerful sorceress, defending me with her cold logic. "I call the Wicked Witch of the East, she who rides on the clouds, she who bears the Ruby Slippers, to guard me with her scythes of logic! NESSA!" Then I draw a simple pentagram in the East.
0.6 - I point the dagger to the West. Imagine a green-skinned, powerful witch, clothed only in fire and darkness, protecting me. "I call the Wicked Witch of the West, she who is clothed in flame and darkness, she who bears the Grimmerie, to guard me with her blazing passion! ELPHABA!" Then draw a pentagram in the West.
0.7 - Point to the South. Imagine a white, beautiful sorceress building walls of stone about me. "I call the Good Witch of the South, who owns the Realms of Oz, who bears the Silver Wand, to guard me with her earthly might! GLINDA!" Then a pentagram in the South.
0.8 - Point to the North. Imagine an elderly, wise sorceress whose will surges around me. "I call the Good Witch of the North, who is wisest among magicians, whose wisdom is like a primal ocean, who bears the Shining Mark, guard me with her sweet compassion! LOCASTA!" A pentagram goes to the South.
0.9 - Repeat the statement said in 0.4, and kick the salt circle, breaking it. Then put your shoes back on and click your feet together, like Dorothy did, getting ready for magic.

Banishing rituals usually take this form, implementing a circle (or candles), a magic weapon and the four points - as well as heavy visualisation. It is often used before a ritual, to get a magician horny for magic (so to speak), and after, to ground him back to Earth. It also doubles as a cleansing which wards negative energies.
Incidentally, after feeling sick and fatigued for the whole day, after the banishing I start feeling much better.

The Actual Ritual

So, I'll list the ritual here - without any personal input, so it'll almost be like a cookbook - and then my results below, in 'results'. Just to separate theory from subjective experience, naturally.

'Chapter One'

1.0 - Gather the ingredients. Get dressed into the robe - bright green shirt, work pants. Banish if you haven't already.Make sure the temple space is completely clear. Say, "This is chapter one."
1.1 - Using pins or blue-tack, pin the straw to a candle, and place it to the East. This links the scarecrow, who desperately seeks a brain, to the Element Air (Intellect) and the Wicked Witch of the East (who I attributed to East and air in my banishing). Proclaim, "This is the East! This is the Mind! This is the Sky! This is what the scarecrow so desperately needs!"
1.2 - Now pin the tin to a candle, placing it to the South. This links the tinman - who desperately wants a heart - to the element of Water (Emotion), and the Good Witch of the South. "This is the South! This is the Heart! This is the Ocean! This is what the tinman so desperately needs!"
1.3 - Now, pin the fur to the candle, and place it to the West. This links the cowardly lion - who seeks courage - to the element of Fire (Passion, Courage), and the Wicked Witch of the West. "This is the West! This is Courage! This is the Flame! This is what the Lion so desperately needs!"
1.4 - Place the red shoe in front of the last candle, placing it to the North. This links Dorothy, that girl from Kansas, to the element of Earth (material world), and the Good Witch of the North. "This is the North! This is our world! This is the Earth! This is what Dorothy so desperately needs!"
1.5 - Light the candles. Point the magical weapon to the heavens. "I call you, OZ! I call you! Come to me, speak to me, in languages known and unknown - come!"
1.6 - Draw a magical circle, linking the candles. Place your gift to OZ - a copy of the book, DVD, whatever - in the centre. Go to your bed. "I, like Dorothy, must sleep to learn the hidden truths; I, like Dorothy, must dream of OZ!"
1.7 - Fall asleep. Try to sleep for a minimal amount of time - half an hour to an hour, perhaps. Enough so that you get that weary, 'I still wanna sleep!' feeling.

'Chapter Two'

2.0 - Wakeup, with that weary feeling in your body, and stumble into the magic circle. Wipe the sleep from your eyes, visualise yourself in Oz - use your imagination - and proclaim, "I am in Oz!"
2.1 - Start spinning around and around until you collapse with exhaustion or dizziness; this represents the cyclone that whisked Dorothy away. Keep at it until you achieve Gnosis; whirl and whirl and whirl, keeping the Sigil of Oz in your mind as you do so.
2.2 - Once you've achieved Gnosis, or collapsed, burn the sigil. Don't grab a candle or leave the circle - use the matches or lighter that you used to light the candles with. As you burn the sigil, chant nonsense in a sing-song tone; this mimics the Wicked Witch of the West's magic in the Wicked musical. Make sure you reach a variety of notes, and chant not until you burn the sigil, but until your energy recovers itself; ten minutes is good.
2.3 - After this, proclaim that 'Chapter Two has ended.'

'Chapter Three'

3.0 - This part is very simple. Repeat, constantly, these words from the first chapter of Baum's The Wizard of Oz - not reading from the book offered as a gift, as tempting as it may be:-

'
Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became deaf. At first she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring. At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.

In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.'

3.1 - When it feels right, proclaim that you summon OZ, proclaim that you've got him a gift, proclaim that you are Dorothy, mutter nonsense like before - keep doing it until your throat stops working (failure) or you feel a sense of mighty grandeur, a sense of being the greatest man/woman in the universe, of completely mastering the entire cosmos with your magic.
3.2 - Say, "Thank you, O Great and Terrible Oz, for meeting me! Oh, I am not worthy! Oh, I am not worthy!" Cower and bow. This will be hard after the invocation, but hell, that's the point. You've got a god inside you. Show some respect. Keep doing it until you cannot stand the humiliation.
3.3 - Proclaim that chapter three is finished.

'Chapter Four'

4.0 - Do some automatic writing or drawing, engage in sex magic, speak with OZ, or simply go to chapter five. Engage with your god.

'Chapter Five'

5.0 - Thank OZ again. Cower and tell him how mighty he is, and thank him for lending you his time. Now, imagine that your shoes are read, click them twice, and then visualise a cyclone taking you from Oz and throwing you back to Earth. Say, "Aww... was it all just a dream?"
5.1 - Banish, using the same ritual as the preliminary banishing. Snuff the candles, break the circle. Don't read the gift, or watch it; place it somewhere where you will never see it, but by the same token never forget it. It's not yours to read or watch, after all, and if you want further success with OZ then you want to keep on his good side.
5.2 - Have a good laugh about the absurdity of the entire thing. This is important; laughter is the best occult medicine, and reinforces the warding.
5.3 - Go to bed. You deserve it, you crazy magician, you.

Results and Side-Affects

Well... as I hinted before, this ritual gave me one hell of a trip.
(Hohohoho, Kathleen, you were right, hohohoho..)
I suppose I'll break it into chapters, so you get a full idea of my experience. As always, magic is hideously subjective, so you may not get the same results if you decide to invoke Oz.

'Prologue (before the ritual)'

Well, originally I planned to do this on Friday night. I set up my temple, created the sigil, figured out my ritual, started piecing together the theory of this article, and got myself pumped up for the magic.

Then, my dear friend Kathleen told me not to do it; apparently, I've got more important things to worry about, such as my darling girlfriend's formal on Saturday night, and this is a dumb idea. She knows little about magic, but the advice is sound; invocations can really fuck you up if something screws up.

Grudgingly, I conceded. She was right. I tried the 'well, I have an obligation to my readers!' trick, the 'I know what I'm doing' trick, the 'Please! Come on, just let me do it!' trick, but nothing worked on her.

Ah, well. I packed up the ritual stuff, ready to do it another time.

'Chapter One'

So, the night after my illustrious girlfriend's formal, I did the ritual. I banished according the banishing ritual above, and felt myself grounded into the place. I cleared my temple - the place where the magic is done - because, to be honest, my room was filthy. It needed to be clean; hell, I hadn't done proper magic in my own room for weeks!

I did the ritual during the day. This was.. hell, I don't know whether it was a good move or a really bad move. Typically, rituals are done at night, for the effect; but I was invoking a false deity, and doing it at day was a mindfuck. It really was. I most did it for efficiency's sake, really, but I figured the extra psychadelic element - my own bodyclock telling me to fuck off, it isn't magic time - would help.

I quickly got into the robe, made the magic circle, everything was fine. I set the boundries - calling on the Lion, the Tinman, the Scarecrow and Dorothy. It all worked fine, no overtly magical forces fluctuating. After the formal, I was exhausted - lots of dancing and stuffing my face with food - and so I mimicked the ancient 'do the magic when you felt like you've gone 120 hours without sleep' trick. It helps gnosis - seriously. There's a special term for it somewhere, but I can't be bothered searching for it (and it's really not important).

Sleeping was hard because of excitement - it took me around fifteen minutes. Still, I only slept for an hour and a half (more than I planned, but roughly the right amount), and so when I woke up I felt terrible. I just wanted to sleep more, to lie in bed forever...

'Chapter Two'

Instead, I woke up and smiled and said, "I am in Oz!" I tried my hardest to sound excited and naive. I started whirling, spinning and spinning, my exhaustion spinning the effort; this 'cyclone' after awaking in Oz is a direct reversal of Dorothy's situation. Gnosis came, and I felt enlightened; it was ready to truly begin.

I burned the sigil - I could feel, I think, the energy forming - and I chanted nonsense, like the Wicked Witch of the West. I chanted for about fifteen minutes, until my energy had returned and my enlightenment truly forgotten. 'Chapter two has ended!' I roared.

'Chapter Three'

I read from the passage, my gift for OZ - a second-hand copy of Baum's story which I got for six dollars - beside me. I read and read and read and read - I couldn't tell you for how long, but it felt like forever. I'm guessing maybe an hour. There were many times when I thought I'd quit - it wasn't working, obviously - and I was getting slowly angrier and angrier.

That was it, of course - the OZ invocation WAS working. But it was anger, not glory, that ran OZ. Anger at my failures, anger at myself, anger at my lies and my deceptions - and a reluctance to repent. I called OZ on his trick, naturally, because I've been in this game for a little while, and began bowing and proclaiming his greatness.

The intense anger ceased. I felt better. Only then, after I'd bowed and was getting ready for the next chapter, did I realise that my ritual dagger was in my hand, ready to slash my wrists. Oh, dear, we solved that one quickly.



'Chapter Four'

I banished, thanked

I spoke to OZ, now.

I asked a multitude of questions, and for some I was given replies. Replies can sporadically - now, I was sitting crosslegged in my circle, uncomfortable but in bliss. I sometimes asked a question and waited ten minutes for an answer. Sometimes an answer never came.

Answers were abrubt thoughts in my head - so sudden, so invasive, that I had to shudder. These answers could not have been mine - they didn't even sound like mine - and I may have even been physically hearing them. The state I was in, with all my senses blurred (and heightened) - well, it was truly magical.

'Who are you?'
- I am the Great and Mighty Wizard. I am the Eternal Storm. I am the Anger, the Charlatan, the Perfect Bastard. I am OZ. I am OZ.

'Do you know who I am?'
- Yes.

'How many fingures am I holding up?'
- Five. (Wrong - I was holding up three.)

'Do you mind if I write about this?'
- Capitalize the Holy Name.

And the questions went on. I won't post a lot of them, since they were very personal in nature. I asked for the secret of the universe, and he gave me the answer: -

'43. Great ideas plus one.'

Slowly, as I asked the questions, I started seeing the colour yellow everywhere. I mean everywhere. Even in the tin shed I was doing the ritual in, in my black mattress, in my silver dagger... I couldn't helpe but see yellow. And it shifted, too - very psychadelic. It grew. It started to scare me, actually, because I could faintly hear singing - specifically, that 'Follow the Yellow-Brick Road' tune.

Neither the colours or the answer (at the time) didn't make any sense, but I figured it was a Douglas Adams reference. Typical, for the eternal charlatan. I didn't ask anything more after that, and simply meditated on the number.

Four - the number after God, who is Three, the first number fallen from perfection. Three - the most impure form of God. The building number. Together, seven - the first number after the beauty of six.

I sensed a falling from grace in this answer, but it is still rather cloudy.

'Chapter Five'

I thanked OZ again, tapped my ruby slippers, and banished. That was that. I laughed, and went to bed - I needed a nap.

'Afterwards'

I slept, and woke up to feel the entire room being rocked by winds and rain. I'd never felt it be hit by a storm of that magnitude; hell, I didn't even know if the storm existed anywhere but my own mind. I cowered, invoked my dagger for protection...

And started seeing ruby-red, like the shoes Dorothy wore. Laughing, too - sounded like my own. My own knife, back at my wrists. I was horrified - I might have urinated a tiny amount, I was so shit-scared (though in my defense, that was more OZ's magic than my own; I don't make a habit of wetting myself).

I banished again, using a more powerful and thorough method. 'THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE OZ IS DISPLEASED' - I got the mental impression of that. Everything was going batshit insane - during the banishing I saw emerald green! - but after the banishing, it calmed down and went back to normal.

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So, that's basically it. That was my experience. It was a hell of a trip, as magic usually is. If anyone else uses my ritual, tell me how it goes; you're all welcome.

(Kath, you were right).

I can't write anymore. I feel like shit - magicked hard, I guess.

Hail the Terrible OZ,
N.F. Robinson

5 comments:

  1. Once again, sorry for all the typos and roughness - I am exhausted, and couldn't be arsed checking it over.

  1. Kath says:

    Very interesting/ intense post. Well even non-believers can't deny you're a brilliant writer Nat, there's something I dunno enchanting? about the way you write.
    Very interesting to hear the difference between invoking and evoking...I mean seems obvious but I never really thought about it.
    you attribute the "power...to cause a cyclone that rips through space and time..." to the WIZARD, but in the play I believe it was Madame Marrabel (don’t know how to spell it) a sorceress who specialised in the weather who created the cyclone.
    You mention an old wise sorceress from the North: LOCASTA I don’t remember her from the stage show, where did she come from?
    Sleeping was soo hard..ohh it took me a whooping 15 fucking MINUTES! I hate you, you know that yeah? I tell you this frequently? how the FUCK do you fall asleep in 15 minutes???
    "I read from the passage, my gift for OZ" Say what? You said not to do that.
    Given that we know Oz is so full of shit how much credence do we award his answer to the question "what is the secret of the universe" I mean he didn’t even know how many fingers you were holding up (typical male! full of shit!)
    Sex magic? That sounds like fun. Care to elaborate Nathaniel?
    You consider 6 to be the number of beauty? I was always taught that it was the devils number. My Nona told me to make sure I never have 6 children. 3-5 or more than 6...but not six.
    Yeah no shit I was right! Are we surprised? noooo
    "I told you so" :P

  1. Well, I'll number these so I can answer them properly..

    1. Thanks for the compliment. I thought this post was a bit rougher, writing-wise; I was tired, a little scared, and in a rush.

    2. The difference between evoking and invoking is pretty big; while the both are common enough terms, not many people - besides magicians - actually know the difference.

    3. In the original book (Baum's version), the Wizard caused the cyclone. In the novel he had his own powers, they were just semi-useless. He could still hop around worlds, however - I thought I'd attribute every success I could to the Wizard.

    4. Locasta is in the novel. She's the fourth witch; she's really no one special, a minor character at best, but there to complete the quartet. She is known by another name, also, in other novels; I just can't remember it.

    5. Well, staying up late and partying the night before helped me sleep - also, I've never had problems sleeping during the day. It's only at night, really.

    6. See, there's an example of my bad writing. That sentence should have been two; it hinted that I read the passage from the gift of OZ, though all that I really said was that the gift was at my side. I actually read from a printed sheet of paper.

    7. OZ seems to be the patron God of Bullshitters; the great charlatan. I still don't know how relevent his answers were, or whether he was bullshitting, or the importance of getting my fingers wrong; it's some food for though over the next week or so.

    8. Sex magic IS fun, but it's complex enough for another post, sorry ; )

    9. In the Qabalistic system - in my opinion, and many others, possibly one of the finest magical traditions left preserved to this day - six is the centre number of the entire Tree of Life, the perfect number that all mortal things strive to be; any further (7/8/9/10) and things start getting gloomy.
    Six was probably demonized by the early Christian mystics because it was a predominantly Jewish system.

    (They'll be more posts about the Qabala; the entire Tarot is a representation of the Tree).

  1. Kath says:

    ahhh christian we're good at deamonizing things. hmmmm
    I look forward to the sex magic post :P

  1. Ruby says:

    Aww, I like Oz!
    You should have invited me along!