Memo

To:          Judith Cromwell, Director BOA
From:       Ranat Kaur, ML, BOA
Re:             the Guild and regulatory practices
The Regulation of Magic

The Magic Guild was formed by Dr John Dee during the 16th Century. Though always ruled by magicians, for the first few centuries of its existence it also permitted witches, druids, seers, shamen or any human practising magic professionally to join its ranks. Despite this the High Council, which ruled the Guild, was formed entirely of master magicians, the three most senior officers being the Elder (effectively president of the High Council), the Keeper (effectively Membership Secretary) and the Recorder (effectively the Secretary).

They ran their own licensing system for every type of art, awarding professional recognition to practitioners that still form the basis for employment job evaluations. It grew steadily in power over the next two centuries until, during the mid-eighteenth century, the Guild began to admit non-human magical people to its ranks. This brought them into conflict with the Seelie Court and various gods, who were opposed to another organisation having control over the fay. By taking fay into its ranks, the Guild found itself subject to having to revise the recognition it gave to magical ability, which had previously been based on university degrees. As the fay did not, on the whole, bother with the human education system, they did not fit within their established standards for qualification to the various grades of whatever form of art their human membership used. This cast the Guild into some confusion in terms of the way it awarded professional recognition; a discussion which continued for another half century and paved the way for the modern grading system.

After the first couple of decades the Guild grew less and less interested in having fay as members, as their presence undermined Guild secrecy and the Guild was unable to use them to gain any power over the Court. Neither did it have any appetite for pitting itself against the gods. In addition, the upheavals created by their difficulties in grading fay aptitude was absorbing internal resources. It began to look as though the Guild had bitten off more than it could chew and, for a while, there was a serious possibility it would founder. That it did not was mainly due to the complex political situation of the time. The Prime Minister, Pitt the Younger,  viewed the Guild as a potential ally in the war with France, and persuaded King George III that aiding the Guild would benefit the country. The King agreed, mainly because the Guild was opposing the gods, and George III was a staunch Christian. The Guild, which had now expelled its president, unwillingly accepted a Pitt appointee in his place: Justin Magnus Ambrosius, then Chancellor of Ambrose College. However, once appointed, Justin Magnus proved to be his own man.

Magnus' first move was to sign the Avebury Agreement, whereby the Guild ejected the fay from its ranks and agreed not to permit them to become members again. This was little more than a formality, as it had effectively stopped accepting new members from among the fay for the previous ten years, and many pre-existing members were leaving as they perceived the organisation to discriminate against them. However, it had the immediate effect of neutralising hostility of the Seelie Court and the gods, much to the displeasure of both the King and the Prime Minister. Magnus went on to set up the Council of Rank, which still exists, charged it with developing a grading system covering all levels of magic, and appointed five men of his own choosing, one from each of the principle magical colleges, to oversee its work. He also drove through major reform of the registration system, including the appointment of the first Keeper, who was responsible for maintaining the record of members, and the recording of legal names and addresses. Magnus intended to go further than that, but this proved such a radical and controversial issue he was forced to be satisfied with the elevation and appointment of an unknown compromise candidate as Keeper, and commissioning a report on registration. The report, submitted a year later, recommended the registration of both magical signatures and true names.

During the next thirty years, the Guild was entirely pre-occupied with the internal dialogue about registration and recognition of professional status. This led to the precursor of the current system, with grading extended below degree level. Where the beginning of this work was marked by the strict enforcement, for those over grade nine, of the registration of legal (as opposed to working) names of its members, it ended with Magnus gaining acceptance for the registration of magical signatures, but not of true names. Opinion is split over whether Magnus ever meant true names to be registered, or whether that was, in fact, a political manoeuvre to gain the other concessions. Whatever the truth was, as a result of his reforms, Magnus attracted so much opprobrium in the eyes of some senior Guild members that he spent the end of his life under severe protection, and the location of his grave remains a closely guarded secret. Many members resigned from the Guild following Magnus' reforms, though most of these eventually drifted back into membership.

The Guild played a key role in the drafting and passing of the 1895 Magical Practice Act, which established the General Magic Council, to oversee the system of professional regulation of sorcery. Prior to this anyone, qualified or not, could practice. This also positioned the Guild to play a major role in future magical politics. However, during the early 1920s the serving president, Aleister Crowley, created controversy by fighting further regulatory legislation, especially expressing concerns over any proposed governmental access to the Guild's membership records. This caused a split with the so-called 'progressives' forming the Magic Temple, which later became British Fay & Magic (BFM). The great majority of the 'progressives' were junior magicians and a few non-sorcerer members of the Guild who, like the fay, perceived an imbalance in control and interest within the organisation in favour of senior magicians. Those magicians who also joined the Temple mostly trickled back after Crowley left office. Even those who stayed with the Temple – at least until the Glastonbury Accord (see below) – remained subject to the Guild’s standards of qualification to the various grades of magician.

As the Magic Temple didn’t view itself as bound by the Avebury Agreement, and sought new members without regard to race, many fay took the opportunity. This brought the Temple, in its turn, into opposition with the Court and the gods, until a third organisation, Aegis, was set up to counter both the Temple and the Seelie Court. Over the next few years the Temple lost most of fay members to Aegis. However, those few years of the peak of its membership coincided, happily for the government at the time, with its attempts to introduce more draconian measures to control magic. As result the Practice of Magic Act was passed in 1927, controlling magic in the workplace and society, introducing more criminal laws relating to magic, replacing the General Medical Council with the Bureau of Occult Affairs, and establishing the Occult Crime Branch, as the Occult Crime Squad (OCS) was originally known.

The Bureau negotiates standards that regulate magic across the various strands of witchcraft, sorcery, divination etc. It is still the Guild that determines the standards for the grading of magicians, and the qualification to each grade. Negotiations with, first, the Temple and Aegis, then with BFM, have resulted in agreed standards across other disciplines, subject to examination. Criminal activity, including failure to register, under-registering (registering below one’s real level of ability), using magic unlawfully or illegally in contravention to the various Acts passed since the late twenties, is all policed by the OCS.

The secrecy of the Guild was effectively dented by the Practice of Magic Act in that the OCS could require information from their records, under tight guidelines and as determined by an independent magistrate. The Guild was forced to move to a more open set of rules and an electoral system, whereby the Elder is elected every five years (or, more usually, can be deselected), and one third of the High Council is also elected every five years, from the ranks of either master magicians or Grade 10 magicians. However, the three principal officers still have to be drawn from the rank of master magician, and the posts of Keeper and Recorder remain elected only by members of the High Council. Although there have been fifteen Elders in the last 200 years, there have only been seven Recorders and three Keepers. The low number of Keepers reflect the importance members of the Guild attach to this position, given the influential nature of the data maintained by this particular officer.

Ranat Kaur
Regulation (Magic) Policy Advisor

© Alexa Duir 2006. All Rights Reserved.

He stood there looking uncertain, on the common under dark skies. For a moment there was no car; no farmhouse behind us; and no Sam. There was only Merlin standing in front of me, the cloak hiding his form, save for one black sleeved arm that held a staff that seemed alive.

Under The Skin



 

I wasn’t faking the anger I felt. But the upright hair on my hackles wasn’t entirely down to that. I was also scared shitless. Walking into that was like walking into a storm. Worse, almost immediately my energy began to leave me. I felt tired, and stumbled. As I did, I needed no smell to see the triumph on Black Jack’s face. For once, our gods were wrong, and had betrayed us. I howled my misery.

Remembrance Day

Deep in the forest glades they say,
That since I last came here to stay
A fine voice sings whose tone is fay,
And glimpses seen, of crimson gay
As in Camelot so grand.
But who hath seen this fairy maid?
And why should any be afraid,
Of something armed with fine brocade
Here in my dear Broceliande?

Merlin and Vivian

He pulled over onto the slight verge and we stared at each other. The reaction to what I’d smelled was both physical and emotional. I wanted desperately to change; to run; to fight in the fur. Just to be out of my skin. I hadn’t wanted to put my clothes back on. My teeth and hair had already slipped and I could feel the pressure at the base of my spine where my tail ought to be. What had happened inside was the greater change

Bloodline

This thing called sex, this thing called lust;
it's shown as need, as bump and thrust,
with hand on bum and hand on bust.

But in the fire's dim ember glow,
the shadows melt and sharp lines flow.
There bodies meet and passion know.

To Cass

And I was Michael, now, here. It was I who ran my thumb down the low werewolf hairline that half hid the misshapen tattoo. It was I who bent to kiss it and breathed her name. It was I who ran my hand down the curve of her body. The need for her was a pain inside me that had nothing to do with the physical urge. She was my wolf. My wolf. Beyond that, she was Isolde, someone I had not expected, and I would not give her up. Damn it, not for Declan; not for anyone.

Wyrdwolf

They make of me a monster, and of you a figure of fun.
They talk as though our times are past, as though our day is done.
But while there is still pain and strife, and while there is a lust for life –
Then e’er so long I am your wife,
Your other half

The Morrigan

To In Daghda

that was a form of Russian roulette with the odds stacked against me. Against us. On the basis of what we knew, Michael going to prison was the only certain way of neither of us dying. What a bleak choice.

Remembrance Day

I raised my axe and held fast, waiting for the inevitable. I had been through this so many times before, but each time was new; each was different. Each time was an assault I had to face alone. Cally had proved we could fail. Would this be my time?

Under The Skin

For if upon the host you light
and not with speed avert your sight;
their thrall shall fall upon you straight,
and twined with them shall lie your fate.

And as they ride, your soul be drawn
along their path, until with dawn
shall hie their host under the hill,
and go you too, whate'er your will.

The Faerie Host

What had the original Emrys had been like, the first Merlin? Not like this. But at some stage this is what they had become. Here, in his own house, energy seeped from him constantly, maintaining the plants and the property in a circle of harmony and peace. He was like a wire, connecting the land and the gods.

Wyrdwolf

Let nothing befear thee: let nothing befright thee;
The darkness has passed and dawn's glory is here.
The wingtips that brushed thee, are driven before thee;
The gods shall watch o’er thee, oh child of their heart.

The promise of Protection

What had the original Emrys had been like, the first Merlin? Not like this. But at some stage this is what they had become. Here, in his own house, energy seeped from him constantly, maintaining the plants and the property in a circle of harmony and peace. He was like a wire, connecting the land and the gods.

Wyrdwolf

The passage graves of Ireland and Scotland give us the most dramatic demonstrations of Neolithic culture in terms of communal industry, art, precise architecture and astronomy. Here we find grand structures built to such careful planning that the corbel roofs they created have survived to this day. This was allied with the ability to create the ‘light box’ in Newgrange or gap in Meas Howe to catch the sun at the winter solstice, or the equinoctial sunrise at Loughcrew. How were these great structures built? What was their purpose?

Stone Age Culture

I didn’t ask him where we were. From the fairy light adorning the surrounding hills, it had to be Elfhame. This was the land ruled by the Seelie Court and we were all trespassers.

Luck & Judgement

T’was at the Autumn equinox we all joined hand in hand
And we formed a great big circle and we chanted and we sang.
As there’s nothing going on just now and no one has a clue
Of what it is we celebrate, but that’s what pagans do

Oh it all makes a rite for the pagan-folk to do..

Song - The Wheel of the Year

“If you expect me to believe you can trace your family line back to the frigging Anglo Saxon period or beyond and you’ve all kept your heads down so successfully no one knows who you are, you must expect me to have been born frigging yesterday. And I’ll tell you something for nothing, sunshine – I was not born yesterday. Why the fecking hell would every generation in your frigging family want to keep hidden? It’s not as though you’re frigging -”
The word ‘Merlin’ hung unspoken in the air.

Remembrance Day

Sleek, sorcerous, with sulphur eyes,
Fierce-feral, dappled Bacchus traces
the silver threads of mortal lives;
He treads the spiral dance, he paces
the labyrinth of lost embraces.
Romance made manifest, he charts
The entrance to grimalkin hearts.

Summer Solstice

Max approached me slowly. Now it was his time he seemed reluctant to do what he had threatened for so long. Now that the time had come that I had dreaded, the fear lifted and I prepared myself to fight my mate as if he were a stranger.

Wyrdwolf

if the Inquisition or the Bureau ever found out I’d held this court, it would be a criminal offence. Enough to put me in jail for a while, and so kill me. That was the chance I took every time I made a judgement, and it wouldn’t stop me. Or perhaps, one day, it would. But at this moment, in this place, I would do what I was meant to do.

Luck & Judgement

the Spinner spins a crimson thread
ex nihilo, bred
of no body, blood
of no blood, running red
over the wheel, flood
of tears and wear and tear of years
and bitter woes that flesh inherits
but also joys, fresh merits and unmerits
which the body gives and earns
and which no angel ever learns
by only pure intelligence.

The Weaver

Both the wheel and the swastika – another version of it – were common symbols throughout Europe and Britain, and were associated with a sun deity. Numerous examples are found on dedications and grave goods. In Britain the swastika was particularly associated with the Anglo Saxon god Thunor. It is generally assumed that both indicate the solar cycle, and the rolling of a burning wheel at midsummer would occur at the turn of the solar year.

Article - Wheel of the Year

But the cloaks, amazing as they were, weren’t the most eye-catching thing: that was the staff. I had only glimpsed sight of that once, when Freya briefly gave me a true sight of Michael, five years ago at Aconbury. I’d completely forgotten about it since. More accurately, I’d assumed it didn’t really exist. Now here it was: about five feet of dark, twisting wood, carved with ram horned snakes that moved, topped by a perfect representation of an owl. It turned its head to study the visitors, wooden eyelids blinking.

Remembrance Day

Starlight has an athame, Wodenson an axe;
They all use force to thrust them into other people’s backs.
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games,
Hiding behind free speech shouting out rude names.

Pagan Wars

Michael reacted instantly, thrusting out his hand to push her back from the circle occupied by the jinni. By doing so, she staggered, losing her balance. Jinn closed in on that part of the outer circle. Michael immediately reversed what he was doing, reached out, closed his fist and yanked back in towards himself, as though pulling in a rope. It was too late.

Under The Skin

It is said that in the Middle Ages Brittany was covered by the forest which was the Broceliande of Arthurian legend.  For those whose familiarity with such legends is bounded by British references, it may come as a surprise to know that the major medieval romances, including Malory, were entirely at home with Arthurian cycle taking place, to a large extent, in Brittany.

Brittany: of Megaliths and Merlin

Marilyn screamed as the blade drove between her and the mara. Or the mara screamed as the silver destroyed it. In that brief moment she was free I whispered to her that she could start again, start afresh. Live without it. But it was no good. I saw a new shadow approach through the walls to occupy her.

Bloodline

Of all the drink that I brought here, I drank it in good company;
And any harm you think I’ve done, alas was done to none but me;
And any harm you think you did, I thankfully now can't recall,
So fill with me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all.

The Pagan Parting Glass

The sound of the gun firing was as much muffled by my flesh as by the silencer. My paws, scrabbling to gain purchase on the ground to enable me to get a better hold, simply gave way under me, as though the nerve cells no longer carried the messages from my brain to the muscles.

Wyrdwolf

many pagans may be surprised to discover that this specific concept of the horned god appears to be a little more recent than many might think, as it derives from the writings of Margaret Murray, in the 1920s.

Who Is Cernunnos

I turned on him, snarling. He hissed back at me. Green eyes to my amber he spat his annoyance and I drew my lips back all the way. I felt my teeth change, the canines growing. This close to total full moon it meant I’d have them now until after the hunt. Oh, absolutely marvellous. The night was getting better by the minute.

Wyrdwolf

Once upon a time there was a coven.
It started life in 1452.
But the family history of each separate member
Went further back as these traditions do.

These are the days, my friend,
Let’s make them never end.
We’ll tell our tales, to crowds of envious fools.
We’ll give them total rot:
We’ll lie an awful lot,
For we can’t lose, we know that we can’t lose.

Traditional Witchcraft

After Vortigern's death, Merlin assists Pendragon, who is now the British king, and his brother Uther in their struggles against the invading Saxons. Just as Merlin has foreseen, a great battle is fought near Salisbury in which Pendragon meets his death. Uther then ascends the throne and adopts the name "Utherpendragon" to honour his brother, and Merlin erects the great stone ring (Stonehenge) on Salisbury Plain as a memorial to the fallen Britons.

Merlin in France

When she spoke, the syllables on the paper took on a guttural life. A flame sparked in the inner circle within the pentagram and flared into something fierce. In the fire was the silhouette of a man, wavering in the heat haze. The light caught us all, except the ghost, whose form reflected nothing.

Under The Skin

It was all bizarrely like something out of a 1970s Hammer horror movie. Did Andrew completely lack any style or was this the sort of thing most magicians actually went in for? There were red and black hangings around the altar, large black and red candles in places, and various symbols drawn on the flagstones and around the altar.

Bloodline

I'm a Heathen by conviction
All things German I've a fix on
But my wife's a proper vixen
So I worship Thor.

Ode to Thor

The wight chose to take a fairly common form similar to a small bogle: a human shape with a pot belly, oversized head, hands and feet, and stick-like arms and legs. A downy fur covered his body. I wasn’t falling for it. All that meant was that he felt friendly towards us, or at least neutral. If we pissed him off he’d take another shape if it suited him. Some of them could be huge and very unpleasant.

Luck & Judgement

In ancient times in Ironwood cold, two ettins and their dam
Ran free in wood and snow and ice, far from the gaze of man.
And one had hair as pale as stars, and one was red as fire;
And both ran wild beneath the moon, beside their shaggy sire.
Oh rose-red maid, Oh snow white maid; they ran beside their sire.

Tyr's Bride