Maxine Sanders

2.2 billion dollars industry and the joke is on the buyer

So you are a psychic junkie, a magical thinker, a regular shopper at your local esoteric shop. You attend all the occult conferences your monthly budget affords you, like all the FB posts of the guru you follow and you’re one of those who shout “take my money” as soon as they announce the publication of their latest book. Your loyalty to a cult personality and their multi-million industry comes before your self-respect. Don’t worry, you’re are not alone. The world is currently being swept by an epidemic of spiritually starved, emotionally desperate, liberal pseudo-socialist punters ripe for the fleecing.

“For anyone who believes in psychic powers, I know there is nothing I can say that can convince you otherwise.” says comedian John Oliver. “Logic is not the reason you believe in them and it won’t be the reason you stop, which is not to say that I won’t be showing clips of psychics fucking up…but that’s only because it’s really funny.”

Which is not to say, I won’t be continuing to post about my favourite clowns, but that’s only because it’s really funny to see how they take their bullshit so seriously.

Self-promoting witches and psychics are no more than con-artists who prey on people in their moment on need.  The effects can be devastating as clearly illustrated in the video. This is a reminder that sexual predators in the craft are a tiny proportion in comparison to the spiritual vultures and scavengers who will capitalise on your misfortune and pain.

Do you anyone who fits the bill?

 

Sharon Day: Selling false hope and delusions to society’s most vulnerable

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When demanding money from the mentally ill and taking advantage of their vulnerability to slag them off on social media for refusing to pay more is not enough, preying on the dying and their grieving families is next on the priority list.

 

 

 

Loki and two sugars please

There is a very fine line between some occult practices used in magical warfare and sabotage methodologies used by intelligence agencies, so I’m going to open this article by quoting King Leonidas of Sparta.

They are close to us, then we are also close to them.

Closeness, that sense an invisible presence lurking in the shadows, breathing down your neck. Many Alexandrian witches find the experience rather unsettling and that’s because of a number of supertitions at the core of their beliefs and their fierce attachment to power and control over external circumstances. When Sharon Day breached into Loki’s Gazette and posted the article I have since re-edited and re-posted she must have thought that her violation of privacy would have acted as a future deterrent to write and speak our  mind. We are seeing a concurrent precedent in the case of Sarah Anne Lawless. Since speaking out against merchants of fakelore, charlatans and abusers on her blog, she has been subjected to all sort of retaliation that have affected her livelihood. If there wasn’t any truth in the facts she exposed then why would anyone feel so threatened to take such trouble to silence her? Clearly, facts not words define a truth. Uncomfortable facts are uncomfortable truths some would rather they would not become public knowledge. Those affected by it, have their mask of insincerity to protect and it is to be expected they will take any measure to prevent it from dropping. Fakelore, be it pagandom, witchcraft or occult related is at the core of the religious industry that has replaced mainstream religion as a political tool. It goes hand in hand with our times, where it is corporations and businesses in charge of government and ‘democracy’. It is naive to think of those making a living out of new alternative religions as to be spiritually motivated and their mission, so to speak, evangelical, in the sense they put their knowledge out there to attract kindred spirits to their message. Spiritual people are historically independent, ‘off the grid’ and very often persecuted for not conforming to the rest of society because they represent a fire that if catches, threatens its very existence.

Given the effort and money it cost Sharon Day to breach into a blog that failed to yield any of the information she sought, I must admit I was sorely disappointed to see such a golden opportunity to prove herself a worthy enemy go to waste. I was expecting Xerses’ army to show up but instead, during the period we were shut out of our own blog, I ended up making some interesting connections with off the grid people and practices which are, in the words of who I spoke with, emphatically nothing to do with ‘new age’. I had the time to corroborate these claims and judge for myself, which put a blanket of calm serenity over this period of siege. More wondruous events and gifts exuded out this chaotic moment, all of which I had been racking my brains to how I was going to go about to obtain. Well I shouldn’t have worried. They literally came out of the blue, at the right moment and in the form of gifts from people and the land. This is how you know your contact is your ally and working with you and for you. Especially in the past year, this has been a set pattern. I/we don’t ask for things or help but we do have a solid companionship going with the contacts. It is based on a genuine mutual appreciation and exchange without request and it’s ongoing communication. The greatest benefit is the removal of all anxiety and drama when shit happens because of external interference, enabling one to remove it like you would with a bag of rubbish. Drop it in the bin, done and dusted, life goes on as before. I guess this is what has always lacked in magical traditions like Alexandrian witchcraft. Their relationship with their contacts is based on want camouflaged by ‘will’, e.g: “I will for so and so to go forth and do this and that for me and I will give this and that in return”. Under the outer layer of want of the will is the layer of desire. Under the layer of desire is greed and below that hunger and below hunger survival and below survival is fear. (Stupid Sorita voice piping up) “Oh, but I don’t see anything wrong or immoral in wanting. What’s the point in doing magic then? ” (Normal voice) “Of course, there’s nothing wrong or immoral in wanting, when you earn it through your own efforts. However, when you have to beg and bribe entities to fetch it on your behalf, it shows that as a sentient being you amount to nothing more than a little whatsit.”  So, especially when you want to cross into dark and outer realms or get cosy to beings with key roles in mythology and no sign of worship or temples because you think it’s cool and you don’t want to look like you’re lesser than someone you’re in rivalry with and is giving you a disinterested the middle finger, just remember…

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Another luminous idea frequently rolling out Maxinarians: (read with stupid voice on) “Magic comes at a price; you got to give your life force to a god/dess”… who’s got countless times the life force you’ve got because, take heed, if you don’t, they ain’t even going to take a second look at you, you’re that insignificant to them. There are three types of sacrifice and I’m only going to mention the one relevant here (you can read about the others on my personal, fully functioning live website…middle finger to you Sharon) which is what the weak do in order to obtain partial favour from a deity. Do they work? You tell me. I could come along and make a deity an even bigger and better bid than yours, and then how far are you going to go? What are you willing to lose? When magic comes at a price, it can easily turn into an auction won by the highest bidder, not to mention some deities are known to screw their most faithful. If your contacts are into trading, terms and conditions then you will always end up getting the short end of the stick, and that’s because, like loan sharks, they know you will always go back for more, as you don’t have the means to stand on your own two feet but still like to pretend you’re some big flashy queen of the pond. As for deities who screw over other deities because of their hand in fate…well, put it this way, even Baldr got a better deal in spite of appearances.

For some magic is need, for some it’s want and then for some is a whole massive load of fun…like an extreme sport…so you become some stuck up pompous arse or you gravitate towards fun deities, kindred spirits. Spirits that should you die and merge with them, you wouldn’t mind but in a sort of way you even look forward to it. It’s no different from finding your twin-soul. Perhaps it was a ‘mare’ coincidence that during one of my strolls with my friend from beyond, he picked something I needed and had been looking for quite some time. The timely closeness with the early February liminality and to what actually unfolded gives me the goosebumps. Meanderings into the dark valleys and misty plains (of death) with the mother of miracles and many shapes, give dreamwork an altogether different flavour from the insipid Alexandrian broth. These house patrols seem to always lead to cunicles bearing the imprint of the amateurish fool of the day who first butchered the fabric then didn’t possess the artistry to mend its frays. Perhaps under the guiding hand of an even bigger fool demanding recompense for her services; bringing us closer, putting the lanscape and figures on it, in sharper focus for all to see (it will become clearer as you read). It’s what King Leonidas talked about: the open door carelessly left behind by the viscous enemy intent on closing in.

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Here is one of my favourite Alexandrian cliches, “We have to celebrate the eight sabbaths because it’s what witches do.” Oh no, you fucking don’t. For the most part, they’re new age/hippie inventions borrowed from someone else’s pre-Christian history and in many cases, an excuse to engage in a little self-flagellation to offer deem sacrifice to the goddess, who turns out to be some astral parasite (well, we are at that time of the year, aren’t we?) Unless your forefathers lived in Imperial Rome, festivities based on their calendars and ritual flagellation would have been unheard of by local tribes (Candlemas/Lupercalia of all festivals are not remotely British), so they’ve nothing to do with British Traditional Anything, until Britain became assimilated as a Roman province. Even then, it’s probably more dignified to say sabbaths are traditional to a modern hippie sub-culture rather than make out that’s what witches of old did. But ok, these days it’s trendy and desirable to be a subjugated victim, so I’m sure whether it is Rome or the EU it wouldn’t make a jot of difference to those who take pleasure in bending over with a rope running from their neck to their hands tied behind their back for a clergy(wo)man with a scourge in their hand. Bleargh! No self-respect. As for honouring our ancestors….

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Seems like the only thing running in the blood is desperation to fuck 10 to 15 years old…some reason to be proud to be Alexandrian.

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Anyway, now we have a little further insight in Sharon Day’s intentions to (mis)appropriate herself of Loki’s Gazette. As it stand, I wipe my arse with her Privacy Shield Framework. She’s welcome to keep the crumbs she managed to scavenge from our thrashed material. We don’t stop anyone from cutting and pasting and sharing what we publish, so unless she was thinking of buying lokisgazette.com and upload of all files passing them as hers, it would make no sense to import them using a software programme. Loki has many names, Sharon might not be aware of…and I don’t just mean Loptr.  Yep, so Sharon Day was going through Loki’s Gazette bins. Good, good, very good. Next time, we’ll put the cat litter out so she can take a look in that too. Meanwhile, here’s a prophecy for her (we looked at the stars for the purpose):

 

I apologise if this prophecy makes us sound a bit like Christian Day in one of his moments. I just couldn’t help relating it to something Sharon Day posted before she introduced him to Alexandrian witchcraft. That was one giant leap for Alexandrian craft…

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…and straight into the ditch of chaos. And for those in the know…

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We couldn’t have done it without your insanity Micki Reagan!

A big fuss was made about initiating the mentally ill, and even bigger fuss about non-socialising rules outside the coven. I guess witches cannot be trusted to be of sound judgement. Some people ought to be kept as far away as possible, not because they are bad or to discriminate, but because from a magical perspective, they are unlocking devices. So in that respect, Maxine should have enforced that non-socialising rule (she should have locked her in a cupboard and thrown away the key, if you ask me) on her newbie, who hasn’t grown much since, I see, before expecting people she never met to follow that stupid, flakely applied rule. Not that the rule is stupid per se. It’s the reasons given and the way it’s presented and enforced that show she really understands fuck all of what she claims to have co-founded and be the queen of.

Oh dear Sharon!

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By now, Sharon should be, at the very least, aware that while Loki perfectly understands how the mind of ordinary folk like her ticks, he’s a being who inhabits many worlds at once. Not your usual trickster. Not your usual demon either. Possibly older than Ginnungagap itself. He seems to tag along wherever fate deploys him. Loki understands better than any other deity, the need of experiencing victory by those whose hubris moves them to usurp positions way above their station. Sometimes he even helps them to fulfill their ambitions but that comes at a price only fate decides. Yes Sharon, you may, like the fictional Viserys Targaryan, have all the credentials and pedigree lineage in the world but there comes the time one is confronted by powers beyond one’s limitations. Like Viserys, Sharon wandered helplessly using wealthy middle class status to buy favours that would promise her the crown she believed to deserve. Powers she thinks her lineage will bestow her with the means to tame them in her service. Powers she thinks she can bargain, strike deals with and have dominion over and powers whose language she does not speak and whose nature she does not grasp.

Now we’ve seen what happens when picking battles with the wrong sort of power, let’s take a walk down memory lane to see how Sharon Day got to where she is now. Facebook ‘Truths aside, here is a carousel of Loki’s most memorable mindfucks…it is illustrative of when it is the deity who ends up writing in their magical diary about the time when it was they who evoked a disingenious human and through their hubris bridged ruin and destruction (there are other anecdotes: King Midas is one and Pentheus another, but there are many more).

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One of the weaknesses in Alexandrian magical training is its obsession with hierarchy, cult of personality and conquest of power within a fairly homogenous set of poorly understood practices. Deep down, Sharon Day believes that being Maxine’s poodle endows her with power of authority. In turn, the inability of Alexandrians to tell her to fuck off and go back to sipping prosecco at the country club, reinforces this belief of hers with the expectation the rest of the world (external reality) will follow suit. It then comes as a shocking surprise when a young pedicurist, a shop assistant in an exclusive French boutique and even a volunteer at Kingston’s furniture for the homeless don’t see such nobility in the flat arsed hunchback and do not treat her with the deference she demands. Like Viserys Targaryen, Sharon Day misunderstood Loki’s sentiment behind his agreement to fulfill her crowning of glory.

Mischief, mischief, on whose foot is the mischief?…There’s more than one way to skin a cat (Maxine, you should reeeeeeally take heed)…and back to ‘a price’ for the magic, it’s been truly enlightening to see what are women’s perceptions of Loki, particularly witches’, and the power of ‘new’ sci-fi mythologies to shape and influence these perceptions.

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So much that, to begin with….

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La-di-fucking-da…She should have taken that as a warning if she had any sense…especially after the Meg Tanaka/pedicurist episode

Five days later, a thought came just like that out of the blue: go log in Loki’s Gazette. I couldn’t be arsed but I did it because when thoughts pop up like that there’s always a reason. First time since October, I think.  Oh wow, it ended with more than just a bent journal for Sharon…

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…and I let you imagine as a result what low opinion we have of you.

…and it was all her own doing. Yeah, so what’s this story about the Calypso Software? Well, as it goes, once I got back in Loki’s Gazette, I did what anyone else would have done and reconfigure the whole thing and investigate what went on, to find out who was behind it. Turns out it was Sharon Day. I found date, time, her name and her credit card she used to purchase the software, the transaction and invoice number with date, time and location in Nashville, Tennesee, the software activation time, location and port(s) with other several email from technical support attached, the IPad, two IPhones and consequently her Apple ID (traced and confirmed) the programme was also enabled for, with which she illegally trespassed and stole data and files, and her conversations with WordPress support in an attempt to obtain administrator rights, so no point in Sharon donating her brain to science, I guess.

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We were both logged in at the same time and I could see her smug satisfaction dissolving in desperate panic. The interface was going mad and I could see she was importing files, which helped getting a better picture of her exact location, whilst stirring a proper pandemonium in her precious software. She tried breaching back in several times after that over the next few weeks, and yep, I’ve saved them all up.

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Just think of all the ammo you’re giving me.

Fucking moron. If I were her I would stop obsessing over Loki’s Gazette for real and not just pretend to people she does. She has already removed all doubt of her stupidity, from here on she can only make it worse for herself. What I’ve done with the fruits of her stupidity is for me to know, but at this rate, the rage she felt at the airport will be nothing in comparison to the tears of bile she will weep if she carries on.

“Real rage permeating the air”….see this shit? gratitude

It validates Sharon Day can’t do neither rage nor compassion. It’s all fake as plastic. She’s in Nashville, supposedly ‘looking after’ her hospitalised daughter. Why isn’t she focusing her gratitude and compassion entirely where she should instead? Meditation, yeah? Clearly, she can’t be doing it right. Why not just sticking to sipping prosecco at the country club and scrap-booking instead of trying teaching others a craft you have neither the flair, or the power or the expertise for?

Breaking news: last minute report in mid-edit. Another fucking drama as we write.

(Now please don’t let me post the entire thing) You wonder why shit happens more than once. Number one, you repeat the same mistakes over and over again. Never learning from them and bang on about this fucking kindness as an excuse, only to get all sullen and passive aggressive, scratch sand over it to cover the smell of your mess. Number two, you ask money for services your heart is not in it. You huff and puff. Ask for more money and when you don’t get them, you get pissed off and rant about it on social media, just like this.

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Go re-read what I wrote earlier about mental illness…

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If she really was that bad, what the fuck was she doing in your entourage in the first place? So, let me get this right. First you let the nutters in and then you insist on boundaries? Forgive me, I thought it worked the other way round. This is why, I can’t stand Alexandrians. They are fickle, emotionally retarded and constantly steeped into unnecessary drama. You are a bloody embarassment. No common sense at all. It’s just about parading the curious as if they were committed worshippers of the queen while doing a bit of proselytising, the soiree, the whole fucking claptrap about expensive wine and Strega – 3 euros a bottle in an Italian supermarket and one of the shittiest cheapshit liqueurs you’ll ever find on the planet but it’s all about the name, isn’t it? Hello? It’s only expensive because it’s London and there are finer drinks out there. And then, why even bargain and make concessions for this person to get in for free. There is your chance to get rid of the nutter, matter of fact, without really telling her the real reason! Problem solved. Noooo…first the concession, then you feel ashamed for her, next the character assassination in a closed group. That’s easy, isn’t it. Will these people get to hear her side of the story?

I don’t believe it!!!! How many years have you been in the craft Maxine? Probably better you don’t say.

You know Maxine, there are only two people who are anal-retentive in selecting who gets initiated: one is writing to you right here, right now and then there is someone else. We started at the same time. She with her project and I with mine. Different selection methods, same rigueur. We go parallel to one other and diverge at some point but I respect that magician like no other, on the grounds that she never minces her words and takes no shit. In magic, especially if you lead my dear there’s a very, very thin margin of error. Magic doesn’t do sorry and neither do the beings that come with it. No maybes, no buts, no ifs, not even the chance to take a breath between words before they’re gone. You put a foot wrong and you’re out. You put your foot wrong many years ago and it’s gone all shit for you ever since, so now all you get is parasites who will eat you alive.

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Did I understand right? Two years????????????????????????????????????????????????????

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I can’t get my head round it. I think none of us here can.

Wait, I need a strong cup of tea now for the next load of tosh. It carries on…

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Bloody hell!!! Maxine, you’ve been saying the same fucking shit for nearly half a century but you’ve fucking waited two years to come up with whinge even though you ‘can tell who doesn’t smell right‘. Can you really? Maxine, the only thing you have nose for is cash. You can smell the cash cows. You can smell them good.

(Sigh!) Let’s make light of it while I put the kettle on a second time for another cuppa.

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Exactly, as it has just been demonstrated with Sharon Day.

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Admit it. You needed a good bitch. Don’t we all sometimes? But will you just stop acting like you’re the victim. It’s tiresome to having to listen to same old broken record. True potential magicians don’t gravitate towards victims, don’t you fucking get it? This is my second edit to this article and I’ve just inserted these bits right in the middle of it when your post is barely 7 hours old. Could it be, perhaps, Loki is not the only one who has it in with you lot (two)? Even I don’t have the fucking answer at this point!!! Could it be…he’s up to something even I don’t know? Things are getting rather peculiar and you said it yourself, this ain’t Disney world, and at this point I’m starting to think you’ve really pissed off something greater than just people. I’m going to put on the table some disinterested advice for you before closing this parenthesis (it’s up to you, take it or leave it): learn from ‘the attacks’ coming to you. Listen to what they are trying to tell you. Take them standing. Stop making excuses for yourself. If you forgive, you must know how to forget because the first cannot happen without the latter. So, stop lying to yourself, it can hardly be called a strength. Choose magicians (then you have to change attitude and treat them as such) over cash cows and brown-nosers. It’s your Achille’s heel and it won’t take a rocket scientist to tell you how it’s going to be your undoing.                                  Was that kind enough?

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Back to the edit and it already feels like we had this conversation before

Sparking originality was never Sharon’s forte and three pedigree initations into witchcraft have made not a jot of difference to her non-existent magical powers. At the end of the day, she still needs to employ ordinary services for ordinary people and cross her fingers for a placebo effect. This, among many other aspects point rather conclusively witchcraft does not run in her blood but it doesn’t mean she is not tied through bonds and oaths to practices that enable spirits and skin-walkers to enter her mind. I go into more depth about the technical applications and mythological examples of this practice on another blog, but one key connotation is that in ‘witches’ not of the blood, intiation rites bring up to the surface areas of arrested development the conscious personality had suppressed in the subconscious whilst growing up. Very often, people on the outside, family and friends, will notice a dramatic regression, no dissimilar to a midlife crisis where a 50+ suddenly begins to imitate their juniors, and in some cases to behave like teenagers. They also become rather susceptible to the effects of glamour, as we have seen. Unfortunately, they often forget that time (not magic) does not lie and cannot be cheated. The painful realisation dawns with unexpected encounters with sassy and spirited pedicurists in the spring of their youth, bursting with energy, no longer prepared to take any shit from anyone, no matter how rich or witchy. A well groomed shop assistant in an exclusive French boutique may not suffer gladly the delusions of a frumpy woman, no matter the size of her wallet would match with her actual tent dress size. And why should she? Some sizes, like witchblood, are just not available to everyone. To thine self be true. No need to get angry. No need to jump on the defensive. Take the shop assistant’s blessing and move along, chop, chop!

 

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Hear, hear the mouth of wisdom!

It’s not that Sharon Day is fat; she’s just misshapen, has saggy skin hanging off her stomach, no waist, a flat arse, no neck, no muscle tone and needs to airbrush her portraits to fish some compliments. I don’t need to describe her to those who know her. It’s called ageing, my dear. By the way, serious congratulations to the photographer for a masterpieces because your portraits looks nothing like any of you in real life…

…and whilst on the topic of ‘truth’ and ‘be true to thine own self’….

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“When it’s rejected, Initiation into the priesthood or Alexandrian craft is neither available, nor suffered by us. We do bless them on their way. ” Ok, so that explains why the nominated heir to the King of the Witches became a heroine addict, suffered a stroke in his early 30s and is now a vegetable who can’t speak and needs 24 hrs care. Some blessing on your own son, Maxine, but…..

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It looks like Maxine could learn one thing or two from Tywin Lannister about power, witchblood and being true to thine self. Let’s get the point across in pictures.

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“I am the king!” – protests the insufferable, vicious, little brat.

How familiar….

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And how the protests fall on Alexandrian ears…

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“Please shut the fuck up!”

Now, if I were you Maxine, I’d get Sharon Day to take note of Tyrion’s wise words and display them in bold neon characters somewhere you can see them most of the time.

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“Any man who must say I am the king is no true king.”

Get it? Any wo/man who must say, I am the king, I am the queen, I am co-founder, I am a true initiate, I am a High Priest/ess, I’m an Enchantress, is none of these things. Power does not come from telling people that you have it but comes from showing them. Usually it reaches your ears, when you least expect it, in whispers. Your son, seem to be hanging by a thread of life on purpose, as if not to release you from responsibility, to never let you forget and as an indictment upon yourself of your own judgemental pronouncements on others. In your blind hypocrisy, you condemn your own son along with those you resent and feel enviously powerless against. Yes Maxine, powerless. And whenever you feel powerless, we can all take a big breath, plug our ears because you will start crying out bullying and have a temper tantrum like that other toddler, Sorita; then as soon as something lifts your spirits (usually some misfortune happening on another) you’re back to your cocky self, until someone does or says something to dent your ego and the cycle starts all over again. Lo, and fucking behold the earlier interjection!

Right, I’m cutting off the rest because it needs a separate article and I might take it elsewhere, to a worthier audience 😉 . I’m leaving you with a song to make you forget all the eye candy and your woes…but not the dinosaurs!

Keep smiling.

Sleep well.

No wet dreams guys ‘n girls.

 

Maxine Sanders: the septagenarian child and her legacy of ingratitude (Loki’s edit)

 

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Ask yourself this question before you put your head under Loki’s boot, YOU, miserable Alexandrian.

Improving on the lamentations of a distraught Alexandrian

Neglecting to say “Fuck you” can infuriate the best of men but it exalts the darkest side of Loki. Did the Worldbreaker deny such infamy to Shakespeare? If so, he let his poncy characters do the talking. Violeta whines in Twelfth Night ,

“I hate ingratitude more in a man / Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, / Or any taint of vie whose strong corruption / Inhabits our frail blood.”

Shakespeare wasn’t finished. His King Lear thundered,

“Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, / More hideous when thy show’st thee in a child / Than the sea-monster.”

Not all of us, fortunately, are so painfully stung by ingratitude. Benjamin Franklin apparently took it more in stride, observing that,

“Most people return small favors, acknowledge medium ones and repay greater ones—with ingratitude.”


Yes, most of YOU Alexandrians have felt some sting from the ingratitude of Maxine Sanders and even held an olive branch for her after she and Mrs. Day-Howard first arranged said sycophant’s boyfriend to beat her to a pulp and then helping him get scot free so he could go and breed with his new squeeze abroad.

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Temple of the Stag King Laura (Loveheart) Anstey and Mark Llewellyn demonstrating proper personhood as it befits Alexandrian priesthood.  Reporting it is not a crime but lying to the police because he’s your ‘brother in the craft and your shitty cult must be protected at all costs is (even if, she, was always plain stupid to begin with ). This could have been Nigel Bourne and Seldiy Bates years ago on the day he kicked her out of their house to movie in Julie the slapper, but yeah, she just had to take the humiliation and shut the fuck up for the sake of craft.

That’s typical Alexandrian, isn’t? It’s how shit has turned round and round in your fucking ‘community’ since day one. On the other hand only I took her for what she was worth (basically less than NOTHING) and wiped my arse with the hem of her skirt and your entire fucking pseudo-religion.

“Often the hurt is remembered and experienced anew many years after the offence”YOU say and then ask: “For the sake of our equanimity and peace of mind, what ought we to understand about ingratitude?” 

Oh, dear writer, I strongly advise you to speak for yourself and yours. It is YOU who don’t understand your state of subjugation, your weakness. It is your wretched self-esteem that suffers and craves for what your unoriginal mind cannot create for itself and so you think you can pollute with your nailed-to-the-cross-Christo-moral-goody-two-shoes-all-concerned-crap. You don’t how to deal with it. You’re a slave crucified by your own substandard mentality and emotional impulses. Your fake altruism nails you to the cross your carry on you back. You need someone to impress, someone to ally yourself with. Stand on your own and you are nothing. I understand, not everyone is born with witchblood but hasn’t anyone told you? Witches are born, not made. It’s not your fault if without your Alexandrian crutches you have no god to turn to but let me tell you something, I’m not doing all this for weaklings like you. What you did here was not smart.

And let me put it to you nicely: you do not belong with this company, so scuttle back to your Hidden Children to lick your wounds because mewling quims won’t be needed here.

But let’s go on reading and rectifying this bullshit

“King Lear’s “hideous” disgust for a child’s ingratitude is misplaced” – that’s what you might have read on some regressive liberal website you visit.

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“Young children quite naturally have little sense of gratitude. They tend to take for granted the benefits of food, clothes, toys, and loving kindness. Seeing this ingratitude, parents sometimes wonder if they’re spoiling their children. Children are often prodded: “Say thank you now!” They say the words but don’t necessarily register the feelings. Their inability to feel gratitude is based in the nature of childhood consciousness. Young children take for granted the ‘good’ that they receive because, in their acute self-centeredness, they tend to believe the benefits are self-bestowed. The benefits are also experienced as an entitlement or even a right. At the same time, young children are quick to feel that any refusals from others, or experiences of deprivation, are offences against them and even acts of malice. In the still undeveloped mind of a child, everything that’s good is self-bestowed, while everything bad comes from the outside.”

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Clearly, you’ve had your brain thoroughly shampooed and conditioned by internet articles on modern parenting you found on the Internet and that’s where it shows you’re not even past the bottom rung of magical understanding. Childhood consciousness is hardly symonymous with acute self-centredness, you ignorant Christo-pagan.

Adults who, like Maxine Sanders, are chronically ungrateful are still operating, at least in part, through this childish irrational point of view. Going by her own accounts in her auto-biography ‘Firechild’, neurosis developed as she emerged out of childhood still largely under the influence of irrational, negative perceptions and emotional associations experienced through her violent father and unbalanced mother. 

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Geraldine Oxenham on Maxine Sanders

Do you know why Maxine and no Alexandrian ever took those liberties with me? I never followed anyone else’s orders. Everyone always knew I fundamentally didn’t give a fuck about your hierachies. The first thing I did was to break the non-socialising rule and every single fucking rule after that. Oh, they did try to fuck with me because of that, and look what happened: from one day to the next someone found himself sitting alone on heap of rubble where his temple used to be. I took everything they threw at me and I turned it to my benefit, re-writing the whole fucking Gospel. That’s called alchemy, stupid amateur. YOU, on the other hand do as you’re told. When you’re told to jump, you reply: “How high?” I would probably do the same as Maxine, if you weren’t such a parasited lot.  Suffice to say, I don’t condemn her for living up to true nature of your goddess and making you squirm, which by the way has nothing to do with her upbringing. She simply sees right through your desperation and cosplayer attire and plays you all, Mrs. Howard-Day included, to her own gratification and convenience.

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Your average wiccan ‘witch’

In varying degrees, neurosis is widespread through the adult population, and it accounts for much of the dysfunction, malice, and stupidity—along with extremist beliefs and self-defeating behaviours that burden life.”

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PMSL! That’s rich, coming from you lot!

“Within a context of magical initiation, neurosis is overcome through a process of acquiring self-knowledge and thereby seeing ourselves more objectively.”

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Alexandrians SJWs

What the fuck do you even know of initiation? Do you think that taking a NLP course is going to make you sound like one?

 

“This did not happen with Maxine Sanders who remains, to this day, stuck in self-defeating patterns from the past, such as ingratitude towards those who loyally supported her when her life hit rock bottom.”

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“You mention that some of the initiates’ training is “lacking.” We are wondering how exactly do you access this information?”

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Bloody hell, it ain’t that difficult. Just look at the stupid (illegal) stunts you pull and the crap you write. Just what the fuck were you hoping to find here? My fucking confessions?

“Seriously. FB is bad for my intelligence sometimes.”

Sorita D’Este

Indeed. Sorita is one hell of a turnip even off Facebook. It’s just more noticeable when she’s online.

“Proud of myself. Managed 15 mins on the phone with a “Windows Scammer” who was trying to show me my “viruses”. 15 mins they were not spending on someone more gullible, and strangely entertaining while I was having my porridge and coffee  ”

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Shit does tend to attract flies, Sorita.

Now, listen to this….

Preparing books to be shipped for Avalonia (avaloniabooks.co.uk) this morning – and although it is gorgeous outside the office window today (sunshine!) I am tempted to hand-deliver some of the orders, especially those going to Hawaii; Bolivia; Brazil; Ecuador; Peru; Australia; Jamaica; and other wondrous sounding HOT places!

Maybe I should do crowdfunding to do exactly that one of these days, it would be so much fun to deliver books in person and meet all the people who actually read the books I write or publish! 

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Sponging a free holiday off people so she can have so much fun in hot place at your expense? Surely there can’t be so many stupid people who would put themselves out of pocket so she can go on holiday and have fun at their expense and on top of that make a nice little earning on the back of authors she doesn’t even pay. Maybe Emily Carding’s sugar daddy might write her a check if she’s extra ‘nice’ to him/them. The beauty of this is that Sorita and her wanky friends come on my platform to claim the moral high ground on Maxine Sanders calling her “neurotic adult dependent (sic.)”. What does that make Sorita? – aside a low end of the market ponce. Oh, yes, I nearly forgot about this. Intelligent choice for Sorita. I’m sure he can’t wait to kiss her precious arse in the way she expects it. Well, it’s either that or she’ll have to come off a peg or two and swallow all that vanity reflux.

Surely, she could roll her sleeves up and earn the money herself but I suspect it’s her way of proving to Maxine she is better at manipulating and scrounging from her worshipper without hearing a single complaint. But that’s nice to know, isn’t it? While her fans think the sun shines out of her arse, all she sees in them is a cash machine that will enable her to get a free holiday. That’s wicca for you. They’ve never seen a penny from me and never will. But yeah, I agree with your self-assessment Sorita, you’re not very intelligence.

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Something didn’t quite work out at the Tor, innit, Sorita?

But that’s because the poor old septegenarian mite is consumed alive by a parasite thrice the size of one of the dinosaurs Mrs. Howard-Day sees in her flights of fancy. Courtesy of that nonce of her ex-husband you all still drool about and would gladly part the cheeks of your arse wide open for. That’s right, Maxine is fucked her about really, a sacrificial token in this life and let me tell you, in her shoes I’d strip you to the bone too. She knows it, lives with it and makes the best of what’s been and her captivity in a gilded cage, unlike you entitled vermin, who will be left forever in chains, wondering who wishes you an interesting life.

“When people paused, she supplied her own questions with a gentle mocking smile. British Wiccans were among the most prudish, judgemental hypocritical people, she said… she wondered if any looking at their FB friends list realised how many of their Wiccan priestly chums were rapists? At least half, she assured the shocked room…‘Have you ever seen images of the horned god?’ She asked me.

‘Yes, many,’ I supplied.

‘Then you have your answer.’

An answer indeed! It was perfect for setting right in my mind the images of the Wiccan deities; the God is a goatish creature of lust, the Goddess a paragon of youth and perfection. The parallel between the above idea and the story of the older, pleasant but distinctly plain Alex Sanders and the 15 year old beautiful girl he met and made his high priestess and wife is very clear.”

An Evening with Maxine Sanders 

“Ingratitude can be seen in Maxine Sanders’ inability or unwillingness to be generous with words and feelings. There are many ways she shows to be ungrateful, and often they’re unconscious. For example, Maxine feels she can’t be happy unless she gets more benefits or money. She never feels she has enough.”

But, hey, she dedicated a whole article about music in the Craft, so join me in singing her a song from her former days of glory…Ahhh these darn Skandies and their heathen gods!

 

Maxine Sanders belongs to one particular class of ingrates—neurotic adult dependents”—who, like Sorita D’Este, live parasitically on the back of others (in this case the Alexandrian community of initiates and seekers) in the expectation of being taken care of and having the shit wiped off her arse. These insignificant leeches, “rather than being grateful to their providers, frequently experience bitter disappointment and complain incessantly for what they see as the lack of generosity and support bestowed upon them” by fools too stupid to realise they’re being taken for a ride.

Not only do they return all the arse-kissing the receive with passive ingratitude, they return it with accusatory discontent. In their view, the world owes them a living. They can be quick to spread the agony of their neurosis around to any weakling of spirit within their range. In that respect, they are no different from Maxine Sanders. Before Loki’s Gazette opened the can of worms (and the gates of initiatory wicca for many other barbaric witchcraft practitioners to plunder and conquer) these same arseholes were doing exactly what they accuse Maxine of doing to them to seekers and lower rank initiates. Now you get a taste of your own medicine.

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Wild witches’s response to Alexandrian elitism

“Adult dependents, or “dependees,” can’t accept or appreciate kindness because, unconsciously, they’re determined to continue to live through the feeling of not being adequately taken care of. In childhood, Maxine Sanders often felt abused, neglected and unappreciated. In Firechild, she writes of wishing her father dead in spite of (going by her account) being the one who handed her over to a mystrious group of people who put her through a magical initiation at the tender age or 15.

Victim shaming. Yep, that would be something Geraldine Oxenham would say.

Consciously, she lived in painful disappointment (as you are right now as matter of fact), while unconsciously she clinged stubbornly to the old hurt of feeling refused and neglected by choosing to become. This inner conflict created an acute form of self-sabotage which characterised the rest of her life: she was determined, unconsciously, to display to others and to the world just how badly, in her subjective assessment, the world had treated her whilst at the same time project a sense of magical ordeal over certain events.”

Everybody knows her initiation at 15 was as fictitious as Alex’s grandmother story. I bet your mothers and fathers gave you all a fabulous upbringing, judging by the people you’ve pledged your oaths to. Now, you sling mud and yet continue to call yourselves Alexandrians. To state the obvious, she didn’t have a choice to the parents she got but YOU chose of your own volition to be blindly loyal to someone, deep down, you do not respect. She’s not holding you ransom. Nobody is stopping you from walking out. You can put down your shitty titles and badges and forge your own way, but you don’t, therefore that makes you either hopelessly stupid or dependent on someone to scapegoat for your iniquities. Probably both.

“Through her self-centeredness or egotism, someone like Maxine Sanders can feel reduced in stature at the idea of being dependent on the goodness and protection of others. She resists feeling gratitude because feeling it acknowledges her dependence on a circle of life beyond her self-centeredness. Maxine Sanders often clings to an illusion of self-sufficiency. To acknowledge the other and to express gratitude can feel to her like a further weakening of her fragile sense of self. She could never allow herself to feel obligated or beholding to the benefactor. It can feel as if the benefactor now has the upper hand and is taking satisfaction in feeling superior. Ingratitude becomes a passive-aggressive withholding, a kind of retaliation, and a way of saying, “I am self-sufficient! I don’t need you!”

The goodness and protection of others? LOL. You read too many fantasy novels (like Dunes… Moronic escapists. You even think yourself intelligent.)

Boo-hoo. You’re not indispensable little blossom. If you’ve been there long enough to be an authority on Maxine’s childhood, it can be reasonably presumed you’ve seen many others come and go and be dispatched to the summerlands. What made you think your turn would never come? And to put it concisely ….

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“Ingrates can simply refuse to acknowledge a benefactor because the benefactor, in being kind and good, is perceived by the neurotic person as somehow being weak. Neurotics are frequently submissive toward someone who is perceived to be stronger, while aggressive toward someone seen as weak. So the benefactor is treated with aggression—or passive-aggressive coldness—rather than gratitude.

You seem to take (her) lack of gratitude like a personal affront. Since you make out yourself to be the stronger person, what the fuck is wrong with your self-esteem?a479fc154571e2c15db0dea63bba61bb

People can often feel gratitude in a religious way as they “commune” with a higher power, while at the same time they’re unwilling to feel or express gratitude to another human being. They’re using religion to justify if not exalt themselves (“the higher power recognizes and loves me”), but they can’t bear through their egotism to “lower themselves” to acknowledge their fundamental, terrestrial dependence on the goodwill of everyday people.”

I think that what you really do not understand are the ways of the world. You gave without Maxine asking anything of you. She simply behaved as if you owed her and YOU, being the stupid morons that you’ve just proved yourselves to be, bled yourself dry thinking you were smarter than so called ‘muggles’. Your idea of gratefulness translates to indebted and that’s where you fall flat on your face because where there is no explicit request for what you hand out, there is no debt. So, do yourself a favour and get up from the floor. Your temper tantrum is taking you nowhere. Truth be told, I never heard Maxine coming out with: (“the higher power recognizes and loves me”). Now, that would be what you find on Sorita D’Este’s Facebook wall when she’s not attention-whoring about being cyber-bullied.  Let me break this down to you with a better quote than poxy B. Franklin…

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“Many religions consider ingratitude to be sinful.” – you say?

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Oh, just fuck off!

It’s perceived this way because, in part, the unconscious willingness of many people to identify with the alleged lack of value in others and in life itself produces inner guilt (the impression that one is doing a bad thing and deserves to be punished). Rather than see ingratitude as a sin, it’s more helpful to see it as a blind spot in self-awareness or as a “sin” against oneself. Ingratitude is a measure of how little we feel the wonder of our own existence.

Finally, let’s look at how, like King Lear or Viola, we (which is actually YOU) can manage to get triggered so much by the ingratitude of others. There’s no need, of course, to get triggered by the behavior of ingrates, because, as we’ve seen above, their behaviors have nothing to do with us personally. (Wrong. It is often because of you PERSONALLY. Your pedantic evangelical interference makes you insufferable garbage.)When we do get triggered, it’s because it feels to us that they aren’t recognizing our value or appreciating us. The sense is that what we have given to them or what we might mean to them is not valued, and we take that personally. Our painful reaction means that we ourselves are resonating with the feeling of lacking in value. 

Your painful reaction is a symptoms something is off with your motives. Good deeds with strings attached are like pants with skidmarks.

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We’re (YOU ARE) making an unconscious choice to go there and feel that negative impression, even though it’s not true that we (YOU) are, in any intrinsic way, lacking in value.

If we (YOU) wish to overcome this emotional weakness, and thereby refrain from needless suffering, we (YOU)only need to recognize and work out (Y)our emotional attachment to feelings of unworthiness. Common the world over, it’s an old impression that lingers from childhood, and (Y)our consciousness can dispel it put it into perspective.

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Of fuck, I thought this fucking Welsh shippie was done with this shit….but no, here comes the best bit…

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“Gratitude is felt, in its most sincere rendition, when we connect with our goodness and sense of intrinsic value. We’re grateful for the pleasure of this consciousness, and we’re grateful to anyone or anything that has helped us to enhance it. Gratitude becomes, instead of an obligation to others or an effort that seems to detract from one’s self, an integral part of our pleasure in life.”

Now I’m left wondering…..

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It’s all about Alexandrian privilege

Christian Day strikes again and this time his target is an English Rose from somewhere in the North of England.

The poor mite was given a taste of what she’s got to look forward to if she’s do become initiated in Alexandrian tradition.

Having befriended various Alexandrians on social media both across the UK and the US, Eliza Dewlittle, that’s her name, thought she could give her 2 pence to the debate about animal sacrifice that has been raging in the past couple of weeks.

That Christian Day is not a mentally stable individual is something people have known for years but now it seems he feels he has carte blanche from above to behave the way he does.

 

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So, during his confrontation with Eliza Dewlittle ahe was pretty much on her own when he pretty much asserted his privilege from above. And where were her ‘friends’? Nowhere to be seen. There’s nobody around who can tell him to shut up and bugger off. Well actually there would be one person but as Christian Day points out, they’re hand in glove with each other.

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We must protect the animals but threatening violence is so witchy.  It’s not difficult to see what path their lack of self-control is leading them to. So much for ‘consciousness’. These days they can’t even switch on their brains before posting compromising content on social media.

 

It would seem Maxine Sanders might have not sought him out for his highest ideals after all…

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They see themselves above the law even when inciting violence and technically, murder because…

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Then they go on camera to say….

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victimAll this big deal to be acknowledged as the co-founder of the tradition. Her name is down as one of the directors of Alexandrianwitchcraft UK PLC but at the mention of  responsibilities…some people are in just for titles and tiaras.

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Even Simon Costin is beginning to wonder. WTF? Want to be a leader, then be one or bugger off.

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Ah! Sorry…I forgot. Alexandrian privilege. Simon, she doesn’t need your measure.

Meanwhile Eliza Dewlittle wonders why. Why do people, why do Alexandrians put up this shit? So let me tell you why Alexandrians do nothing about it. They have been there before so many times. They see cunts coming in and cunts going out.  Has any of her ‘friends’ ever told Eliza of all the cunts Maxine Sanders endorsed long before she personally sought out Christian Day? Doesn’t she know he’s only one of a long list she falls in and out of love with? Like one of her ex minions posted on Twitter recently, she’s loyal only to her need of people. It’s only a matter of time, for all of them, including Christian Day. As for trying to talk like them, take heed from the woman who spoke to you here…there is much you have to learn. Janet Farrar a shrew? For once, we have to agree with what someone writes on those useless FB groups.

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But the lesson for Eliza means that just because you hear others criticise someone, it doesn’t mean you can. That’s not the way it works in Alexandrian tradition. You kiss arse every time you open your mouth and maybe one day you’ll have someone lower in rank kissing yours but not before you’ve thrown your dignity at the sow-goddess. You must earn your privileges there.

The alternative is to wake up and realise the choice is yours. You can continue to be like the people in Plato’s Cave or you can grow a backbone and change the rules of the game, like some of us have done.

You want the world to know YOU are an Alexandrian witch. You are special. You are among the privileged few. You want to be seen rubbing shoulders with Maxine (even if she probably thinks you’re nothing but cunts), feel important, achieve the pinnacle of fame and maybe be invited to give a talk so that you can say, like Christian Day, do you know who I am? Who would YOU be and what would YOU have to say to the insignificant eclectic if that was taken away from you? Nothing. Not even the bones.

(Most of) You are weak. In character, in spirit and as for integrity…let’s not even go there.

Loki’s Gazette knows it.

Maxine knows it.

Christian Day knows it.

In a different thread we saw a non-initiate hold his ground to Christian Day with elegance and then we see you, the initiates, ignoring. You think that commiserating each other instead, will do. It must be why word goes around saying you’re just re-enactors and in all honesty, Loki’s Gazette is not a Samaritans hotline either.

We’re just going to leave this meeny-maney-mo here to rest our case.

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Tea with Maxine and trying not to nod off

I’ve written before about the power of names in magic and the same can be said for marketing: branding and identity can make the difference between the success or flop of an enterprise.

However, magic and marketing are two different things to two different effects.

Magic concerns the self in relation to the self. A mage makes deliberate choices on the basis of what the Self aspires to, a goal the Self sets for itSelf.

Alexandrians get mages tangled up with priesthood and retort “but what about the gods??” – which really goes to show that reflecting on who they really are and why they do what they do is not their forte.

Let me give you an example of an extraordinary mage:

 I know that I hung,
on a wind-rocked tree,
nine whole nights,
with a spear wounded,
and to Odin offered,
myself to myself;
on that tree,
of which no one knows
from what root it springs.

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Good old Odin, Loki’s friend the poems call him. Two birds of a feather. Joined at the hip – where’s one, you’ll find the other. So much so, many scholars believe they’re a hyspostase of one another. Odin is THE mage and he is THE priest, which should really show how the two roles reconcile in the alchemical Self. But that’s not something you will learn in an Alexandrian circle, you see?

As for marketing, the choice must be made with the target audience in mind. You cannot market a product if there’s no demand. You cannot successfully sell a brand if the audience does not receive it well. The Self is secondary to the audience and a False Self must be constructed to appeal and please so that a product can become marketable. The Self is therefore sacrificed on the altar of profit.

Tea with Maxine attempts to do just that.

Tea, the traditional British brew of the Victorian Empire exudes undertones of colonial nostalgia, aristocracy and class division. It posits Alexandrian witchcraft as the elite with Maxine as its Queen lazily sipping tea from a fine bone china cup surrounded by other snotty toffs debating what to do with the pleb.

It’s a concept way behind, way out of touch with the times. This is the 21st century!

Yes, vintage is back but imperialism is still down and out.

Other than that Tea with Maxine reminds me of the Boston Tea Party…are Karagan and Jihmal protesting against their British Queen’s unfair taxation?

What a bad, bad, bad, idea. The one who came up with it ought to be fired! Maybe Loki’s Gazette can offer him/her a job on our team as an influencer. They would definitely implement our agenda with impeccable perfection.

I listened to the podcasts. There aren’t that many.

As an Alexandrian, I hear Maxine making the same old tired excuses. She has nothing to add to what’s already been repeated ad nauseum from the days of the Temple of the Mother. It seems like time stopped there for her and that’s the end of the line, where witchcraft goes to die. Not much happened since. For all the years in the craft, there’s not a hint that time brought further wisdom. She defends her position in spite the evidence it has grown stale and brittle. It does fit with the image of the empire’s former glory that the programme wants to convey, in the sense that nobody believes in it anymore. If anything, with every generations people have taken more and more of a distance from it.

If this was Karagan’s idea of undertaking a political campaign to overturn public opinion about Maxine and fight her critics, fair game for Loki’s Gazette, otherwise…what a fiasco!

As an Alexandrian, it made me flush red with embarrassment for them.

I actually got to the point I’d have been ashamed if anyone found out I was Alexandrian and wasted my weekends on those circles. I’d cringe everytime I would hear someone bragging about it and call in my direction. I hated the people it attracted and the viscous deference dribbled at my feet from seekers desperate to be taken notice of. When I renounced my 3* title, I truly believed the crown was fool’s gold and I still do, more than ever. The techniques and preparation that went in the ceremony made it magically effective and pushed me across a magical threshold. However, the intent and purpose unlocked a choice: stick to Alexandrian routine or take the untrodden path. It was easy. No hesitation on my behalf. Keep the crown and give me the untrodden path any day.

I’m not and never been interested in crowns, kings, queens, prince and princesses. I believe that we are more than our characteristics and lineage and I do believe that we are more than our life experience, karma and all that. I have always revolted against that and even as a youngster, encouraged others to do the same. I was known for leading others astray from conventions: at school, in cults, at church and even at work. In the coven, I encouraged others to revolt because lineages, titles and identity badges are not the essence of what we are, of what we can do with our lives, of what we can achieve.

I know I’m driven by an attraction to difficult things and my fuel is opposition. I know that. Definitely. That’s why I’m always looking for trouble. Difficult, painful, ugly and what needs to be looked at…I suppose, whatever makes people turn away…but I’m also interested in people and I’m interested in our time. I’ve a nomadic spirit and I’m interested in the whole thing. I never feel like I can know enough or meet enough people or travel to enough places and I don’t mean just geographical places. I always wanted to get out there in the world and I did everyone’s head in about travelling since I could speak, so no surprise I crooked my way out at a tender age and lived as an inbetweener ever since. I’m doing exactly what I was meant to do and people may not approve of it but I am happy. I wanted to see as much as possible and the deepest truth about myself is because I didn’t want to miss a thing: whatever it was we can see and go through in trying to understand, whatever it took, whatever the price.

It is probably the reason why throughout my life, I’ve had most of my friends much older than me. It has it’s disadvantages such as I go to more funerals that I’d like to go to but it has the incalculable advantage of learning from people that know more than you know yourself. I suppose, I’ve always tried to get a better sweep at understanding. I noticed that most people are not like me and find it incredibly hard to work out what fires them up. That’s probably a good thing. I don’t know. I’m just incredibly lucky that I have been born with this rebellious and determined streak, that has enabled me to accomplish everything I set my mind to no matter what obstacles and dangers stood in my way, to learn from people, the good, the bad and the ugly and for all the experiences I have had in life.

I have never been beholden by anyone or anything. To own the Self is freedom, and death is just another frontier bearing the promise of more discovery.

But Alexandrians fear death more than anything in spite of claiming they don’t. You can sense in their threats and in their anxiety to preserve their moribund tradition at all costs. Like I said, it’s gone stale. Maxine is a broken record, she has run out of things to say. Sharon Day a bore that sounds like a Labrador. Karagan an insufferable yappity-yap Yorkshire terrier. The tradition has had its time and now it’s over. Let it die in peace for fuck’s sake. Let it die! But morons like Karagan and last minute arrivals like Sharon Day think they’ll be the ones to revive a terminal patient and restore it to its formers days of youth.

They will find out the foolishness of their ways for themselves, one fiasco at the time.

Deep down, Maxine knows I have a point and she knows that I know that she knows, so there’s no need for her to say anything on that regard.

As always I will encourage people, in these case witches, to revolt against being told what you can or cannot think, believe, say or do. To do that, the public must be presented with the facts.

Tea with Maxine represents her personal views and opinions. She argues to have co-founded Alexandrian tradition but she can say that because Alex is not here to contradict her and her claim find support among those who are invested in these frills to legitimise their position within their community clusters – such as Pope Karagan, for example.

Magic has no frontiers for those who willingly and fearlessly engage with it.

These dos and don’ts she lists are a waste of your time and precious opportunities.

There is no magical principle that upholds and excuses the non-socialising rule at 1st degree. I broke that rule literally from day 1 by swapping numbers with an initiate I had just met and liked. I never been given any reason to regret it. I’d do it again and again and again. A witch affirms who’s in charge of his/her own life. Rules are for sheeple. Witches live by their own code of ethics.

In a similar vein, the idea that the physically disabled are not suitable for initiation is debunked by every piece of mythology around. Hephaestus is a lame god, Osiris is missing the penis, Odin is partially blind (and mad to boot), Tyr, Nuada are not just missing a couple of fingers but the whole arm, Hel is half whole and half a rotten corpse, Llew Llaw Gyffes is a miscarriage…I’m sure you can come up with more of your own. Physical disability is no limitation at all because there are more ways than a cone of power to whip up the magic. Alexandrians however stick to a very limited set of tools and techniques because like I said before and will reiterate again, it’s limited to what Alex discovered while he was leading it. Unlike Maxine, he was willing to step beyond these limitations, whereas she did a sharp U-turn to Christianity – the anti-thesis of the craft, the reason why for centuries the old gods have been demonised and made to fear. Alexandrian practice is driven by fear of imperfection. That’s why everything must be polished and pristine to the point it becomes unnaturally artificial.

The mysteries of witchcraft sublimate the imperfect and reverses male into female and female into male, disabled into god, the blind into a seer, the mute into a prophet, the taboo into the most sacred.

Keeping witchcraft alive is not about political correctness and pleasing the crowds of prospective acolytes by telling them what they want to hear in order to like you. Witchcraft doesn’t need to justify itself. Only cults of the personality do that.

Alexandrian tradition is a cult of the personality. There’s nothing else left to it but to venerate an ageing icon from the 60s at her tea party.

 

The lunatics are running the asylum: worms are turning in the Alexandrian tradition.

Boy, I must have hit a nerve because Alexandrians are even starting to imitate the way I speak and throw up controversial topics in the air just to compete for attention.

Apparently they mistook my silence for proof that their magic was working: one big fat LOL!!!

Well take a look at the latest whinge trending on one of their closed groups right now:

Reposted from the Alexandrian Network with kind permission from Galatea, an ‘old one’:

Historic Reality Check*
Posted by Galatea on January 27, 2016 at 10:48am
Blessed Be

Many years ago, long before the advent of the internet, there is a history of the Alexandrian Craft that few today may be familiar with. The ‘all one big happy family’ idea now being touted, it would seem as “historic Reality” by some modern Witches, is a far cry from what actually transpired. Back then, Alexandrians were regarded at best, the poor cousins of Witchcraft or at worst, not real Initiates at all. Nowadays anyone with any kind of ability to check the facts for themselves will be able to ascertain that the lies of a few people aimed at discrediting Alex, Maxine and the Alexandrians are just that. Alex and Maxine took all the abuse with dignity; it was virtually never even mentioned and certainly there was no sign of rancour or retaliation. In fact, it’s quite possible that most of the Coven were completely oblivious to the nastiness being aimed in their direction. Not a single word of bitterness came from Alex and Maxine, even when an organisation was formed with the explicit intention of putting an end to Alex and Maxine’s work in the Craft. Anonymous letters were sent out to people containing spiteful and false information. It was called the ‘Pagan Front’, later it would be renamed the Pagan Federation. Throughout all this, Alex and Maxine continued their hard work with good humour and good manners.

Alex and Maxine’s home was filled to capacity with a constant stream of people seeking Initiation, people with requests for help, reporters wanting to write articles, authors looking for material, Initiates needing extra tuition or wanting to copy their Book of Shadows . The telephone rang constantly with enquiries. At the same time as dealing with all this, they also had two very young children to look after. Saturday (later Friday) evenings were Coven meetings and their home would fill with upward of forty Coven members. All this was done without them charging us a penny for their teaching or their time. Alex and Maxine always had time for each and every one us that came demanding it – and we did, in droves. Not for a few months but for years. It’s seriously doubtful that many of would be prepared to give our lives and our homes over to the Craft in the way that they did. But then, very few of us will be called upon to make the sacrifices that that the Goddess chose them to do. Now, though Alex passed beyond the veil nearly three decades ago, Maxine is still available to those who genuinely want to learn from her expertise. It is abundantly clear to anyone who has ever spoken with Maxine about the Craft, that she has an enormously deep and abiding love of the Craft and will willingly give her time to those who request her insights.

It is provable beyond doubt that the vast majority of Witches, all Alexandrians and many Gardnerians today, certainly in Britain, owe their Initiation into the Craft to the work that Alex and Maxine did, and in the case of Maxine, still does. Most of us would not be where are now were it not for all that they did. So it is with complete dismay that we now see the rise of hostility toward Maxine, not just from the Gardnerians as it was in the early days, but from Alexandrians as well. And for what – telling it as it was; for calling people out on their misdeeds; for attempting to instil some worth in the Craft; for suggesting that we as Witches are adults and not children who need molly coddling; for attempting to tell people the truth about the tradition they claim to be part of, for having a lovely photo taken with some honoured guests!

The same old mental malfunction that plagues occultists of every variety has once again infected the Craft. The same old whine from the same old types. Not able to actually discuss and learn, they resort to name calling and insults that are shocking in their cruelty. And then they call it “family and kin”.

Disagree with Maxine’s views all you like, though only a fool would do so without first really listening and secondly really thinking about them. But please, have the good grace to show some respect for someone who truly deserves it because the fact is, this would not have been written and you wouldn’t be reading it had it not been for Maxine (and Alex) making it possible.

Blessed Be

And yet, Maxine Sanders told me Celia (aka Galatea) is the one of the vilest women on the planet. How can I take Maxine’s word when Celia makes such a passionate defence? There are of course a number of possibilities: 1) Maxine is projecting her own vileness on Celia. 2) Maxine is in psychopath mode and see if she can set me like a pitbull against Celia. 3) Celia is vile because as Conrad suggests below, perhaps she’s capable of lying through her teeth. As for my two cents, I have known a number of occultists with whom I’ve actually discussed and learnt; none were Alexandrians. It’s virtually impossible to start any conversation with an Alexandrian that doesn’t involve churning once more over lineage before whipping it out like a penis and start with the comparison…

“We do it this way…no, the right way to do it is that way…I’m a 3* initiated by Maxine so my lineage is better than yours, you know nothing and if you don’t shut up and start respecting me, I’ll have you banished from the craft (followed by echo chamber of arse kissers)…how dare you!!!….See? You’re not even a proper person fit for the priesthood. Your initiation is not valid. Your lineage is not on my list and the ony person who knows you doesn’t like you. You are never and will never be Alexandrians!

If you don’t break the non-socialising rule, you’re intellectually fucked because the confinement with asinine people (not the magic) will distort your sense of reality and you will begin to believe that certain behaviours are not only normal for an enlightened person but priestly!

Pagan Federation clarifies:

Conrad Andre HarrissThe actual aim of the Pagan Federation is, and always has been, supporting the rights of pagans of all denominations. I can attest that Alexandrians were some of the earliest members, and continue to be heavily involved to this day, which makes the claim of any involvement of the PF in the victimisation of Alex & Maxine unlikely at best. While respecting “Galatea”‘s right to privacy, her unwillingness to identify herself other than the self-referential claim of “old one” makes the provenance of this source questionable. It would be good if she provided her sources or otherwise attempted to corroborate her claims, without which her claims are just so much unfounded mud-slinging. To anyone unfamiliar with the PF and its work, here is a link to their website: http://www.paganfed.org/

Now from what pulpit does the sermon come from? Here is to what Alexandrians are really all about: sales, publicity and the biggest ball of useless fluff in the magical belly button.

Brian CainI do not think that the topic is really about the Pagan Federation. It is about Alex and Maxine suffering the abuse that they most certainly did and really still do. I would be curious to see who the founding members of the Pagan Front were.

Suffering abuse???  What about the abuse they inflicted on others, the boys Alex slept with…oh yes, cause he liked them young. Even Maxine was barely out of puberty when he got on to her, and old and married . What about the stupid ideas of initiation that they put in the head of Sharon Tate which led her to sleazeballs the size of Roman Polanski and her murder. I dont think that Brian Cain has seen enough of England when he came to visit. They didn’t show him the council estates where Alex and Maxine came from. What a coincindence to have all these questionable people, including Ian Brady writing and knocking at your door.

Sharon DayBrian Cain Oooooh, we know who they are – three in particular, including the most recently deceased and beloved amongst many, but not all.

Oh, so she does? One she is referring to Chris Moroz aka Scorp and everybody knows her problem with him was his loyalty to someone she viewed as a rival.  These rivals of hers are all so fat and ugly. There is always something wrong.  Nevermind they have a neck where you have a hunchback, a good pair of tits and a womanly shape. I’ve a million and one theories but right now up yours Sharon Day!!!! Here in front of me, I’ve letters, photos, documents, emails print outs, USBs, floppie disks, coven diaries, everything Sharon must have been rummaging for, and some really compromising shit, for her and Maxine. She thought taking his computer away would have been the end of it. What the fuck are human fetuses for black magic? Those two are some sick bitches. But hey, Sharon cc a number of people (no sorry, ‘trustworthy brothers and sisters’), inviting them round her house for to view and perhaps buy from her traffiker of human flesh and bones genuine Thai articles.  You know, fuck global warming. As a race we deserve to disappear from the face of the planet. Some lives matter more than others: white, rich, American; they even believe their lives matter so much Britain should legalise guns and if you piss them off, why not kill you, enlist MI5 to do it for them (that’s when you know they’re getting paranoid delusional). But fuck you. You are in Britain and guns will never be legalised.      N.E.V.E.R.

Sharon Day*hearty laughter* from both Galatea and myself Conrad Andre Harriss. For someone who regards himself as a scholarly academic sort, you’ve just made yourself look very silly by not doing your own research – could I suggest you look to the origins of and reasons for the establishment of the “Pagan Front” – you would discover documentary evidence showing that Alex and Maxine were targets, not founding members.

Galatea – her real name, is well known in the British Alexandrian community; was the Maiden in Alex & Maxine’s London Coven; appears in several of the published photos; ran her own coven for over 25 years – I could go on, but don’t need to. I suppose you personally may not know of her in Canada though.

 

*If only you knew you wouldn’t be laughing Sharon* She is talking about Celia, the woman Maxine had so many kind words about ….,

Conrad Andre HarrissYou appear to have misread my response. Clarification in post below.

FYI – Canadian resident these past 3 years, my previous 20 years in the Craft were in the UK. Not in London much, but out West. As it happens I have heard Galatea’s name in passing, and remember seeing her photo, but have never made her acquaintance.

However I did know the “recently deceased” you refer to above, and was one of “the many”. Bad form, Sharon. How likely do you think it that people will respect someone you revere, when you show so little for those close to them?

Good question. It hits the nail on the head.

Sharon DayDisparaging the living and calling into question their provenance as source without doing any research is bad form Conrad Andre Harriss. The degree of reverence one has for another is irrelevant in the face of facts, and fact-checking is what you did not do before you made your post denigrating Galatea.

*Oh shit! I think buying a human fetus for your stupid black magic is more bad form than disparaging the kind of living who are interested in buying them*…. Yes, Galatea is right in saying that back in the days “Alexandrians were regarded at best, the poor cousins of Witchcraft or at worst, not real Initiates at all”. That’s because they weren’t. Alex was badass. He was a satanist for a while, after his grandma pricked his 7 years old scrotum. He used people for money, young girls for sex and scandal, tried to get into voodoo. For a Gardnerian perspective, go no further than Lamond.

James BerryI’m a Gardnerian myself but I don’t consider Alexandrians to be a separate group. Rather, we’re two breeds of the same species.

This is why I’m in Alexandrian groups as well. I enjoy learning about my cousins (as it were), who share a similar view on the Craft.

Plus, I’m more than a bit of a Qabalist, and Alexandrians tend to have at least a basic familiarity with that tradition.

So Gardnerians don’t. Wow, I’m impressed at the vastness of your awareness James. Apparently when Alexandrians are not Welsh, they are most certainly Jewish, usually of the Cohen or Levi. They might just be another goy who practices what’s impure and forbidden by the Talmud, like I don’t know, witchcraft? Yet, something miracolous happens,.. the jewish astrologer sensing the inner jew wannabee changes her natal horoscope and voila’, fuck the will of G-d, enter the will of Maxine.  Mmmm…would she repeated in a full synagogue?….ah!!But her is a Kabbalistic jew, as if the god of that Kabbalah is not the same who gave the Torah.

Emma CutlipI am touched and saddened to read that there had been so much acrimony of recent yet heartened to see so much love and appreciation for the lifes-work of Maxine. It seems a very sad fact that there has always been disagreement to some degree or another among Witches, be they of the same tradition, or of others.
Even in disagreement, there is also very often unknown and unseen respect, brotherhood and love that reaches so deep into the soul that neither pride nor ego nor wanton expression can dismiss it.
While there may be things any given person might not agree with or find hard to reconcile from various elders be they Maxine, Alex, Stewart or any other who’s dedicated lifes-work is the legacy I am honoured to share in; regardless of agreement, personality, geography or associations, disagreement does not preclude respect and never should.
I am personally always grateful and try to be respectful of their legacy. It is always essential to respect and honour those who have cut the path for us, those who have shone a light in the dark for us, those who have given of themselves so much for us that without them, we would not be. There are too many of them now to name or count, but Maxine will always be among them, no matter anyone’s current views.
It is 20 years ago this year that I first read the words that inspired me on the path and to which I still turn to – Ironically, the poetry of Doreen Valiente, another honoured and respected elder who held views and did things I disagree with, not least that of being a founding member of Pagan Front, but nonetheless a cherished Elder who gave much –
“let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honour and humility, mirth and reverence within you.” A difficult challenge in the face of adversity but an achievable one no matter the hurdle and one I am reminded to strive to when I read the heartfelt words that were shared here.

It is my sincere hope that those like Maxine who have given so much and who continue to give, feel and know every bit of gratitude, respect and love that so many hold in their hearts for her and that no matter personal views, opinions or understandings of issues, a seed can be sown this Imbolg to overcome these hostilities that are spoken of.
In this, I am reminded and inspired by the words Alex himself wrote to Cauldron Magazine in 1979, before the death of John Score or ‘M’ founder ‘The Wiccan’ and of PF who Galatea is right, had as the original core purpose of Pagan Front the resistance of the proliferation of Alexandrian Craft.
Alex Wrote:
“It is such a pity that the Wicca cannot accept the fact that if we were to unite in brotherly love before the face of the Lady and the Lord, we could become great again and open and respected in the outer world. But until that day comes we can only do our individual best for the Mother and Her children.”

Poor Emma Cutlip, you can tell when someone will buy the toothpaste as advertised on TV.  It’s also a pity that many Alexandrian covens have only been accepted in to the folds of the tradition after Loki stirred this dust cloud. Before that, they were considered shit and not proper priesthood. They would go to Maxine but she would fall off the clouds and tell them, “I don’t remember you.” How can I ever forget Richard and Gypsy Ravish visit to England. Because keeping a straight face in front of a man dressed like Merlin and a woman who sang like a strangled cat wasn’t hard enough, when Richard went to reminisce that time in 1980 something, Maxine turned around to face him languidly and said with that dopey voice of hers “I don’t remember you.”  And I asked myself, “What the fuck am I exactly doing here?” – it would be a question I asked myself a lot after that. Now Maxine has taken it to a whole brand new level. The fetuses, Christian Day?!?!? The same guy who lost a court case for threatening rape? First all this information landing on my lap before Chris dies and now Christian Day? Come on universe, you’re having me on! Are you gods avenging us? Tell us who you are for tonight we shall feast, drink and be merry!

Seamus McKeonI’m curious as to what Gardnerians she’s referring to as evidencing “a rise of hostility toward Maxine.” I’m pretty certain that the vast majority of the Gardnerian community considers Maxine to be a sister of the Art whose vouches and bonafides are fairly well known. I haven’t seen any evidence of hostility toward her in any of the Gardnerian channels and forums that I am on, and I’m on most of them.

Maybe with Valiente gone, Maxine expected everyone to genuflect in her presence and crown her queen of the witches, instead when everyone turned to Janet for wisdom and Sorita for beauty.

Conrad Andre HarrissIt would indeed have been silly nonsense to have said that A & M were founding members of PF. Would have. Go back and read it again.

I stand by my comment that *some* of the PF’s *early* members were Alexandrian. None that I know of in the 70s, but certainly some in the 80s, when the organisation was a fraction of its current size.

*I’m quite familiar with the origins of the PF. The founders I know don’t seem prone to deliberate falsehood, nor to spite. Did they urge Alex to caution, or criticise? Probably, and I’d imagine that tempers got heated. I for one can’t condemn them for it: with 20/20 hindsight we can see the merit of Alex publicising Wicca, but things were less clear at the time, and it could have gone a very different way.

Context for non-Brits. **It’s a matter of RECORD that in the early-mid 1960s Alex was conducting mass initiations (claimed 100 covens by 1965), and was working regularly on Saddleworth Moor. Also on Saddleworth Moor at that very time, Ian Brady and Myra Hindley were torturing young children, and recording their dying pleas on tape for their later amusement. These tapes were aired on BBC radio, once, in 1966 or 67, for public awareness, before being destroyed. By 1970, when PF formed, serial killers were big news again, courtesy of Charles Manson…as was Alex, again, after making a couple of films.

The last British conviction for witchcraft was as late as 1944, and “outed” Wiccans would continue to lose jobs as late as the early 1990s. The British public was close to hysteria about witchcraft for decades: ***if a handful of quiet Gardnerians were concerned that a little sensational investigative journalism might end up associating Wicca with serial killers, who can blame them?

So yes, Galatea’s observation that As and Gs didn’t always get on well is plain historical fact. But both sides have worked hard to bury that hatchet and become the “one big happy family” in truth. The Pagan Federation has been a great enabler on that score, while also protecting pagan rights and public perception; ****and it’s a shame the article’s only reference to the PF is an unmitigated association with “spite”. It’s also sad that we need to dig the hatchet back up instead of moving on.

As to Maxine: I agree, she deserves all the respect she gets. *****In my experience though any negativity I hear directed at her comes from people, Alexandrians included, who DID “really listen”, and “really think”…and really concluded that they really didn’t agree or are outright offended by what she had to say on some sensitive issues. 

*Only a handful of quiet Gardnerians?*

The crusade against criticism continues. Maxine hates this guy and has turned everyone against him. (An almost certain murder)

Is it anything new?

Maxine would like us to believe to her revised and re-polished version of events in spite of plain historical evidence proving otherwise. In her words, she doesn’t want to take any responsibility for any past, present or future mess. Bear that in mind.

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