The Secret Affair Between Science and Magic

Every year, it seems that the line between magic and science gets a little more blurry. Quantum physics seems determined to become the new mysticism with ideas like morphogenic fields, simulation theory, and the holographic principle.

Meanwhile, occultists are desperate to rationalize their practices with parallels found in theoretic physics.

Pointy hats and white coats
Pointy hats and white coats

Entanglement, for instance, may give a scientific basis for explaining the magical idea of “like begets like,” in that two particles which have become “entangled” appear to react to a stimulus simultaneously, despite their isolation from one another in space.

There’s also the “Copenhagen Interpretation,” which states that a quantum particle is always in a superposition, or taking up all possible positions at once, and is only fixed when it is observed. In opposition to this interpretation, we have the “Many-Worlds” theory, which posits that when there is more than one possible outcome of an action, an entire universe is created for each one. Both of these theories can be applied to magic. If you go with the Copenhagen Interpretation, you can say that an act of magic is influencing where the quantum particle “lands.” If you prefer the Many-Worlds theory, it can be said that the act places the operator in a universe where the chosen outcome is a reality.

But quantum physics isn’t the only area of scientific study that seems to be proving what mystics and occultists have said all along. The fields of psychology, cognitive studies, or neurophysiology can also be veritable treasure troves for the wise magician.

Two studies, for instance, appear to give credence to the practice known to members of the Golden Dawn and O.T.O. as “Assumption of the Godform,” a type of invocation where a magician will meditate on a deity, and through creative visualization of the subject, will align themselves with that entity, often adopting the actual physical pose of the deity. By performing this act, it is said that the “aura” of the entity replaces that of the magician, essentially possessing them.

In 2010, a study led by social psychologist Amy Cuddy experimented with what she refers to as “high-power, nonverbal displays,” or open, expansive postures which express comfort, assertiveness, and alpha-type stances. Participants in the study were asked to assume different postures for one minute each. One group took on high-power poses: limbs extended outward, heads up, trunk exposed, while the other took on low-power poses: limbs tucked in, head down, trunk covered.

Social Psychologist Amy Cuddy, who studied the effects of "power poses"

Social Psychologist Amy Cuddy, who studied the effects of “power poses”

Both groups were then asked to describe their emotional state, and were offered the chance to gamble the money they received for the study, possibly doubling their pay.

The power-pose group reported feeling “powerful,” “in-charge,” and were more likely to take the chance on gambling their earnings. The low-power group reported feeling “powerless” and “insignificant,” tending to decline the gambling prospect. Even more interesting were the results obtained from the participants’ saliva samples, which, in the high-power group, showed an increase in testosterone (the hormone associated with assertive behavior and risk-taking) and decreases in cortisol (the stress hormone associated with fear and flight response). Meanwhile, the low-power group had the opposite physiological response, with an increase in cortisol and a decrease in testosterone.

The discovery of mirror neurons in monkeys by neurophysiologist Giacomo Rizzolatti in the 1980s also helps to explain the success of assuming godforms. By placing electrodes into the ventral premotor cortex of monkeys, it was found that one monkey’s neuron activity was the same when picking up a fruit as when it watched another monkey pick up that same fruit. When the monkey saw a fruit become hidden by an object, then saw the experimenter reach behind the obstruction, the same neurons fired as well. In other words, observing an action made by another, or even just imagining it, has the same effect as performing the action yourself.

Neurophysiologist Giacomo Rizzolatti, who discovered mirror neurons

Neurophysiologist Giacomo Rizzolatti, who discovered mirror neurons

The outcome of Dr. Cuddy’s study tells us that the physical posture taken on by the body leads to actual hormonal, and subsequently, behavioral changes, while the discovery of mirror neurons tells us that just by thinking of something, our neurological activity will reflect that thought as though it were happening. Connecting these two discoveries helps to explain how adapting one’s posture to match that of a deity’s representation added to the active imagining of the deity would result in a physiological and psychological change, making the person act and think as that deity.

Another invocational practice similar to the assumption of godforms is the ritual use of masks, practiced by numerous indigenous cultures, as well as modern occult groups. By wearing the mask of an animal or god, the magician can become possessed by the spirit of that animal or god.

Ritual masks of the Dogon

Ritual masks of the Dogon

One scientific study of this mechanism was conducted by Hajo Adam and Adam Galinsky in 2012. They called the phenomenon “Enclothed Cognition.” The experiment was simple. Fifty-eight undergraduates were given what’s called the “Stroop Test,” where color words are flashed onto a screen, each one displayed in an incongruent color from the word itself. For example, the word “blue” can be colored red, “green” colored purple, etc. The tested students had to quickly name the color of the text as it flashed by.

Half of the students were also given lab coats to wear during the test. Those that did, on average, made only half of the mistakes made by their fellows in the other group.

In a subsequent experiment, one third of a test group was given lab coats and told that they were a doctor’s coat. Another third was given an identical coat, but told that it was a painter’s smock. The final third were dressed normally, but with the lab coat displayed where it could be seen.

During this experiment, all participants were given two images that were identical, except for a number of minor discrepancies, and were given the same amount of time to find those discrepancies. Of the three groups, those who were told they were wearing a doctor’s coat found an average of 20% more discrepancies than those who had been told it was a painter’s smock, and those who only saw the coat found just a little less than the painter group.

This study illustrates how a single item of clothing, when associated with high cognitive attention, can have a measurable effect on the wearer’s abilities. It doesn’t seem to be too far of a leap to extend the possibility of it also having an effect on the personality as well.

The practices of science and magic are more alike than either of these parties would care to admit, both of which revolve around the use of experimentation to understand and master the mysteries of the world we live in. The problem between the two possibly lies in the philosophical boxes of materialism and religious thinking which they are often forced into.

But magic and science don’t have to be at odds, after all, and it’s my hope that studies like these may hold the key to a middle way in which these two camps can finally reconcile their differences.

Frater Isla

DO NOT STOP TO EAT A SANDWICH! A protuberant mind ACTUALLY attends a Gnostic Mass

The views expressed in this article are the author’s own experiences, and do not represent Ordo Templi Orientis in the UK or otherwise.

“The magick. The magick is very powerful. You might leave with a big smile on your face and you don’t know where it’s come from, or you might not get anything for a couple of days. But you’ll get something.” I say to Thomas.

Contains double meat, for those prepared to eat it...

Contains meat, for those who choose to consume it…

I’m leaning against my car, desperately trying not to show how hungry I am as I wolf down a chicken and bacon sandwich one of my Camp has kindly foraged for in the local Tesco’s. An affable young man, with more than a touch of nervousness about him, has come to attend a celebration of Liber XV: the Gnostic Mass at Shemyaza Camp in Brighton, and I am trying to make encouraging conversation in between mouthfuls. Brother Adrian, President of the Electoral College of UK Grand Lodge, O.T.O., will be giving an address beforehand which I am eager to hear, having booked him as a speaker for the Occult Conference 2014 in Glastonbury.

Thomas looked not unlike a rabbit-worrier caught in the headlights, after falling down a particularly unsympathetic rabbit-hole. I had been trying to make small talk on what was laughably becoming my lunch “quarter-hour”, perhaps in hindsight I should rather have taken my time amongst the beautiful stars of the Order shining brightly outside Shemyaza’s venue, or sitting in my car after the long drive, but I felt compelled to offer warmth and hospitality to those who had never been before. Thomas looked like he needed warmth more than anyone; the grey September day must have drizzled upon him particularly hard, but being from Manchester it was lovely weather where I was standing.

I had come to Brighton by way of Hastings, where I had been performing Initiations into Ordo Templi Orientis the day before. A five hour drive from Glastonbury via Bournemouth with three brethren, after a full week of work and script-learning, a brief sleep overnight, a full day of ritual rehearsal and performance, and an evening of feasting. In an alternate universe I would have been enjoying a lazy Sunday around the Lodge rather than talking to this chap and his lank hair and expensively worn-looking schoolteacher’s jacket, but the call had come in from the Body Master in Brighton that they required some Officers for the Mass – and Calix Sanctus, our Camp, would not be found wanting.

First thing that morning I had awoken, performed Resh and spent time in meditation; then I washed dishes from the Feast, made coffee for everyone, sounded the alarm, and tidied the Lodge. We were out of there by ten fifteen, tired but happy, and headed to Brighton. Upon reaching our destination, carefully driving my battered Ford Mondeo up the gravel path and under scaffolding by a block of flats, we reach the community centre which Shemyaza rents at fair expense without expecting a penny in donations for its rituals. We hopped inside, helped to raise the Temple, and had a thorough rehearsal of the Mass. One of my sisters from Glastonbury, herself only recently baptised into E.G.C. and initiated to I°, had acted as Officer for the initiation yesterday and was now to be Child for the Mass. As we went through the ritual preparation, the tremendous effort which we had all put ourselves through became worth it as the beauty of the ritual crystallised into our physical actions. You can read the script  every day for a lifetime, but until you experience a Gnostic Mass in the flesh you will never understand what it means to be there. You will never feel the tech.

So as I finally catch a break, say my hellos to brethren who have travelled cross-country as I have to be there, and eat my breakfast behind my car, I am enthused about the Miracle of the Mass. I am looking forward to acting as Positive Child for Adrian, whom I believe to be one of the foremost ritualists in UK Grand Lodge, and his Priestess, whose skills and proficiencies might on the surface include “a beautiful Eastern European with dark eyes and darker jewelry” but also incredible depths in both communicating the beauty of the Mass and her passion for the Order. It is in this frame of mind that I encounter Thomas, and hope to ease him into an obviously unfamiliar situation. As we talk, I describe the profound results I have experienced from taking the Sacrament of Communion within the Church.

He replies to me, “I was kind of hoping just to observe. Is it obligatory to participate?”

I gave him a very close look. It enters my mind that he hasn’t read the script, or been made aware that it is a participatory celebration of the Mass..

“Everyone,” I say, gently, “is expected to take the sacrament.”

His eyes say it all: Shit.

I start to explain that the congregation take part in the Mass from the very beginning, before the Priestess, Children, or Priest are even on-scene, and that the Sacrament is merely the Officers giving back in an energising format the work that the People have put in; but Brother Adrian appears at the doorway and motions for Officers to come inside. I smile warmly at Thomas, pat him on the shoulder reassuringly, and move away.

We perform final checks for the Mass, and then it is time for the TEDx OTO lecture. As always, Adrian is a fantastic speaker, and, as always, I stick my oar in during the more free discussion afterwards. I’m aware that we are pressed for time, but every initiate is so passionate about the subject that we continue well past the optimal start time. We break to change the hall back to the Mass Temple, and I am relieved that the one newcomer whom I am aware had to leave early has stayed on and enters so we can start.

As promised, two weeks later the author performed a celebration with his Priestess in Glastonbury

As promised, two weeks later the author performed a celebration with his Priestess in Glastonbury

Now in my Confirmation robe and a black sash, I attend the Deacon as he goes through the steps, signs, actions, and contributions of the People for the ritual, and also the exact composition of the Cakes of Light for today’s celebration. It’s a good thing really, because otherwise people can end up repeating the same tosh you might find on the internet, on otherwise reliable websites.

Another shorter break and we begin. I subsume myself into the role, the Vau in the IHShVH of the Mass team, the Pillar of Mercy, the bearer of the Generative elements, and do my best to ensure everything runs as smoothly as possible within the remit of, well, a pillar. (Not, as I once thought a sister called me during Mass, a pillock. She said pillar, honest.) The ritual proceeds, and I pay strict attention to the actions of both the Priest and Priestess, as my wife and I are due to act in those very roles in a fortnight. The elements are consecrated, the mystical marriage performed, and the Miracle of the Mass is brought back below the veil for all congregants to participate and feel the Divine inside them brought to the fore as they ecstatically declare, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods!”

As a Child, I see every communicant come up; two Bishops who had also attended the Lodge the day before, then initiates from across the South of England, local initiates, and those outside the Order for whom this day was prepared at great length. I realise towards the end of the communication that Thomas is not there, and I worry for an instant that I have said something to scare him off. This thought sloughs off my mind quickly however, as the next communicant approaches for their Sacrament, and I provide it without hesitation. They consume the Cake of Light, then move to my sister who provides a goblet of wine. They make a cross over the Priestess, consume the wine, replace the goblet, and Communicate. This process is impossible to describe to someone who has never experienced the Mass, but a rough idea is that of standing before God – not “a Goddess”, because Nuit is everything, all of the universe, the “continuous one of Heaven” – as your soul is filled with light until you feel it may explode, and you suddenly understand that there is no difference between yourself, the Priestess, or any other person. Love truly is the Law, at that point, Love under Will.

All of this is not to be experienced by poor Thomas, our doubting near-attendee. The Mass is concluded, the Priest retires to the tomb, spent from transmitting the Light of the Gnosis, and the People exit. As we clear down the Temple, and once Adrian is back from Priest-space, I apologise profusely for scaring an attendee off. Adrian, always kind, shrugs and absolves me of my guilt as he was only half sure the chap would turn up at all.

We strike the Temple, and retire to a pub. I am exhausted, but happy, and have found the courage to speak to more of our attendees, which goes down much better as nobody Hail Marys and runs away. I peruse the menu for something to eat, looking for perhaps a steak, or a hamburger, or even a chicken wrap. Typically, this is Brighton, and we have found our way to a raucus, rock-playing pub for Vegetarians. I guess I’ll have to make do with a cheese and onion sandwich.

Sef Salem III°

Body Master, Calix Sanctus Camp Glastonbury

[Our token Thelemite contributor, Sef wrote this in response to an account of this same event from Thomas McGrath, which can be found here.  There were a few inaccuracies in the original article; notably the type of sandwich being eaten during the conversation, and Sef’s age. Although, he will accept “affable yet sly” as a descriptor. NW]