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As she recounted in Psychic Self Defence, she had fallen out with one of the senior
Adepts within the Order of the Golden Dawn. When the Vernal Equinox arrived it
signaled the time for certain meetings that take place on the astral plane, which
were necessary for her to attend while out of her body. She knew that this was the
time that her attacker would choose to make a direct assault, and so she gathered
together her own little group and sealed up the place with the usual ceremonial.
A ferocious out-of-the-body battle ensued. She was nearly beaten but went back in
again: This time there was a short sharp struggle, and I was through. I had the
Vision of the Inner Chiefs, and returned.
This was, somehow, so familiar to me, though I was no more than about thirteen at
the time and hadn't really stumbled any deeper into the ocean of occultism than
those foamy end bits of wave that lap at the beach. It was as though a small corner
of a curtain had been pulled aside, allowing me a glimpse of a landscape thatit
seemedI had long since forgotten. And it was beautiful.
Who were these inner beings, these Chiefs? What were they? Were they one and
the same as The Masters championed by the Theosophists? Please could I have
one?!
The identity and nature of Dion Fortune's own Secret Chiefs is a lengthy and
complex topic in its own right, but I was given access to their reality via Christine
Hartley, who had worked closely with Dion Fortune in the late 1930s and early
1940s. She gave me the Magical Diaries of herself and Charles Seymour, who had
been an important figure within Dion Fortunes Fraternity of the Inner Light, and
these made intriguing references to their work with Kham-uas.
Historically, Kham-uas was the High Priest of Ptah, a son of Rameses II who lived
from about 1300 BC to 1246 BCE. Had he not died some ten years before his father
he would probably have become Pharaoh.
Seymour identified him as a Merlin figure, potent and ambivalent, neither good nor
evilor beyond both. But the intriguing thing was that Seymour wrote quite openly
about making direct mind-to-mind contact with this ancient mage, and in his private
diaries described his inner work with him at some length.
So how did I come to make the contact? Well, by excitement and enthusiasm for
one thing. When I saw, in Seymours hand-written pages, that strange name Khamuas I had the same frisson that had washed over me when I first read about Dion
Fortunes Vision of the Chiefs some twenty years before. But the contact was
primarily helped by the arduous and mindless act of one-fingered typing on an old
clunky machine, transferring his precise script into publishable print.
I became so absorbed in the content and tone, and perhaps attuning to the innate
power behind these unusual records, that part of my consciousness became
involved with the rites they described: not only what Seymour, Hartley, and Dion
Fortune had been doing in London on the eve of World War II, but what Kham-uas
had been involved with three thousand years before. In the magical realms, it is
always happening now.
It was shortly after the publication of these diaries that I received a letter from Billie
John, an American woman who was married to a Welshman and living in South
Wales. She confessed, very shyly, that Kham-uas had come through to her when
she had been a young girl in California. She had no idea that anyone else had been
aware of this beings existence, except in narrow, highly-scholarly circles.
Billie, in fact, was one of the real ones, as I would term it. She was different. No
one who met her had any doubt this woman really was a reincarnation of someone
from very heart of Ancient Egypt, whose everyday consciousness spent more time
there than it did in our present world. Neither of us was particularly interested in
past lives, oddly enough, but then neither did we doubt that at some period in the
long history of Egypt, we had been siblings. Think of her as a Mistress of the House
of Books in the Temple of Thoth. A precise, necessarily fussy, and immensely
learned individual who cared only about Knowledge, its preservation, and the
creation of those links that would help us become illumined by our own researches.
My partnership with Billie during the writing of our Inner Guide to Egypt was one of
the most fruitful and rewarding of my life. She made it easy for me to evoke the
images. She provided the power. She could have written the book without me: I
could never have done it without her. I had only to think: I need such-and-such, a
piece of information, and it would arrive by post the next day, or she would raise
that very topic in a phone call, and give me what needed. In those days, on various
levels and differing ways, Kham-uas was very close to both of us.
So what is he? Or could it be a case of what is it? Is Kham-uas the spirit of a being
who once lived in Ancient Egypt and who is now overseeing certain aspects of
spiritual work today? Is he just a convenient symbol that the mind uses in order to
give form (and thus understanding) to powerful flows of energy from the inner
worlds? Is he/it a trick of ones own mind, enabling us to turn inside?
I dont know. But I do know that he acts like a gateway, or perhaps the key to a
gateway, which can lead on to broader things