Judgement Day

* Disclaimer: this post contains serendipitous material from an unattributed source that matches with uncanny precision a very recent event. It was just too fortuitous, too timely, too bang on to pass it by.

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The roving eye can’t help falling on beauty.

The story begins as per usual on the funny farm of Pagandom. It has been quite an exhilarating and rewarding summer and we’re still on a well deserved break from all the hard work that went into a number of well turned out endevours and really cooling down from the state of euphoria which intensifies when the magic steamrolls through the public square where the village idiots gather to brawl with one another. It’s just another day of whining, screaming and lamenting, when somebody spots us from a distance and…..

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…some illustrious witch entered into contact and our short interaction went like this:

Illustrious witch: It is a great honour to make your acquaintance Master Loki, blah, blah, blah,…our work is sublime led by our illuminated High Priestess.

Me: Ok, so who is this High Priestess?

Illustrious witch: She was initiated by another most illustrious Great High Priestess and Witch Queen.

Me: Ok, but she has a name? Forgive the insistence but there are people out there I and others with me don’t want any association with. So why don’t you cut the crap and just…

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Illustrious witch: I had no idea you were such judgemental crap, blah, blah, blah…block and goodbye…Deja vu.

And indeed, there are people out there that we don’t want any association with, and we think it is important to practice discernment when it comes to what and whom we invite into our lives. So it’s only natural for demon and summoner to check each other out for compatibility before getting into any deal.

Compassion works both way and self-love is the fountain for all good things in the world and is radically different from the narcissism of the cowardly ego-maniacs. All ego-maniacs exhibit body language they like to immortalise with propagandistic photography. The roving eye of discernment observes and takes note.

Healthy community is different from the dysfunctional following generated by those who generate cults of personalities.

An Ifa proverb says: ” The beginning of bad fortune starts with mistaking your enemy for being your friend ” – and it is really about this.

Discernment comes with consciousness. It does not stop at scratching the surface. It digs deeper, much deeper than that. Now, what are we to do with this list of STOPs?

Cast judgement, yes, as discernment demands one must do but not necessarily one concerning quality, but of resonance and similitude. A judgement based on looking for loyalty, integrity and growth being increased in the bond about to be made. When the alchemy is right, the door opens to let kindness in.

A negative bond when connected to yours is like glueing water to oil. No point wasting time with that.

Negativity can be anything that holds you back or derails you from the pursuit of self-fullfillment and we don’t need to tell you that an unfulfilled life is filled with sadness, low self-esteem and towards the end, regrets. Finding those similarities is key in revealing the answer.

Know thyself and to thy destiny stay true.

Some people are like birds of a feather squabbling over a worm in the beak of another even when there’s plenty for everyone. Perhaps their uber-liberal upbringing didn’t teach them the economy of compromise and collaboration that others growing up in less favourable circumstances, may have been forced to learn just to survive, forging them into successful businessmen capable of handling a competitive capitalist market – such as neo-paganism – in spite of their vituperative inclinations. Some people take their ideals too seriously and renounce on deals that could be good for what they’re ultimately trying to achieve, out of false pride and false virtue. Why not take a leaf from those who swallowed their pride for their want of money and fame? You don’t need to don the mantle of victim of abuse when what’s really churning inside is just resentment for feeling kicked out or left behind.

For profit and non-profit do not gel and we’ve less in common than you think. There’s an unabridged infinite chasm between a neopagan hobby-crafter and a magical priesthood – but that’s a topic for another time and another place.

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No they won’t. Not from him, Amorella…He will reconcile with you, if you just let him.

Foolish people invite in nefarious vibrations through sheer dissonance between the church bells they ring and the sermon delivered to the parish. Well, this is what we think of the parochialism proposed to us:

A fine example immediately stands out from the list of STOPs dispensed to the many ‘victims’ that fell hook, line and sinker to the ‘poor us’ narrative of the ‘support group’ which essentially goes, “Stop buying from them and start buying from me”…

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Scratch the polished veneer and there’s none of the promised loyalty, integrity and growth to be found.

…”Create community policies on ethics, harassment and consequences and enforce them transparently” – continues the Mary Sue with the ardour of a witch-hunter general, AS IF we ever condoned self-appointed inquisitors policing what other autonomous covens and traditions do in the privacy of their circles.

Loki’s Gazette has always maintained that it is up to each individual to discern, judge, self-regulate and do what they will. We didn’t invent it. The idea of accountability has been around for a while and victim culture won’t bring the revolution, although it will force some orders and traditions to get their act together or get shafted to Óskópnir.

Yes, we’re pleased it’s getting increasingly harder for BNPs to act like little shits. No, replacing them with a generation of crusading arseholes won’t make things better.

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One thing we would like to make crystal clear to our readers and anyone who entertains the idea that they can find in us an ally for their initiatives is this: we give you the information you need to peel the bacon off your eyes BUT you will be using your energy, your resources, your legs to see yourself out of your ‘trauma’.

We know traditions have done their best to be inclusive and adapt to the needs of their millennial crowds by no longer rolling in nettles, but it’s not us.

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An illustration of what a typical neo-pagan ‘victim of abuse’ expects from old school occultists.

“Stop propagating secrecy”….I don’t think so, miss. Like many others before you, you’ve grossly misunderstood. What you want is for the occult to turn into another Billingsgate Market whereas on the contrary, we believe the dark mantle of anonymity must be cast atop of the most stringent secrecy and should be so heavy to sink us where no eye can reach and no sound be heard.

“Stop adding sex to religious ceremonies” –  Adding? Sex is not some added bonus and as a general rule sex is a mystery treated with utmost reverence within most magical orders. Neo-pagans tend to pick up a book and improvise rituals based on their approximated interpretation of something they read but never seen in actual practice. Given our judgemental attitude we don’t mingle with neo-pagans enough to know for sure but some boasts we’ve come across are quite self-explanatory and leave very little to the imagination.

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Some people get well frisky after a couple of joints. We were teenagers too once and went to squat parties where everyone got high as a kite and at least once experienced being filled with instant regret upon waking up naked next to someone you wouldn’t have touched with a bargepole in the cold light of the day. We also remember the paranoia, reason why we quit and found healthier ways to entertain ourselves. It’s not difficult to imagine what could possibly go wrong at rituals where everyone is high on drugs. Get stoned and then accuse some poor sod of rape in the morning? These days regretting who you slept with the night before trends as rape. It used to trend as a fucking inconvenience when they spotted you in the pub the following night and wanted a replay of the night before. Victimhood is a status symbol to hashtag #metoo and wear with pride as a survivor of the imaginary war against oppression and the patriarchy. One ought to be very selective in the choice of magical associates…

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“Stop erecting public fuck temples at neo-pagan festivals” –  they must be shrouded by some powerful invisibility spell to go unnoticed by the ordinary public and the federal authorities.

 

“Stop looking for divinity outside…”…whoooah! Stop right there girlie. That’s your potion induced UPG. We all got our own but there’s no need to impose it as another universal Truth. In the name of equality and diversity you so fervently invoke, leave others to find their own. That’s how mysteries work.

Last comes the first on the long list of STOPs which brings us full circle and sums up what all this puritan moralism is really about:

“Stop making the attainment of power and a leadership role the goals of a spiritual tradition.” – Without divinity outside, without power, without aspiration, without lore (because it’s all fakelore anyway), it leaves you, your books and your drugs. Way to waste a life!IMG_0390

Hardly two weeks into the life of this confession box initiative and people were given a taste of life under the despotic rule of the Mary Sue and ordered with bullet point instructions to apologise for expressing a view didn’t agree with.

We don’t do that here…

…but enforce the consequences, she said?

That was five days ago? Power needn’t speak a single word. Just swish that tide.

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A final thought:

If we remember that Life is the child of Death, that we have a temporary existence whilst the dust and bones of death is forever, maybe it can aid us in the practice of discernment, so we can make the best forms of judgement…? The exposure we’ve given to you is your a once-in-a-lifetime window of opportunity to get noticed, pitied and taken under the wing of some BNP wanting to know what’s happened. Use it wisely.

 

Trickster’s Day: Piercing the veil of reality

In the light of the recent upsurge in counter-complaints by “spiritual” teachers justifying their predatory and abusive behaviour, we have witnessed, generally speaking, two different reactions to these events.

On one hand, compared to last decade alone, are beginning to stand upfor themselves and spread the word about these pathological individuals who have abused their power – usually exhibiting a history of abuse that has been exposed via the many testimonials of brave individuals who chose to come forward, often at a great price for themselves.

Within this group, there are those who yield to threats: to their business, their family and sometimes, even their own lives. They are not, as one would initially assume and many came to realise, empty threats. Sarah Anne Lawless, for example, spoke up fiercely about the abuse she suffered, her disillusionement with neopagan and modern witchy culture. She exposed deeply uncomfortable corroborated truths about authors, spiritual teachers within “traditions” and dug pretty deep in the dirt. Her were powerful words which resonated with many “common” neopagan and witchy folk but it hit a sensitive nerve at the core of the Ivory Tower. And the Ivory Tower mob thinks along this line: Hang on a minute, we can’t possibly suffer another Loki’s Gazette. These dangerous rogues must be stamped out to send a clear message to anyone contemplating the idea to hang out the dirty wash in public, that we will do whatever it takes to silence them. We must organise, come together against the common enemy for our common good, and if we cannot bribe them or persuade them to let go of their issues and put them behind them, they must be destroyed.

So, next thing, Sarah Anne Lawless comes under attack by an academic who using veiled intimidatory tactics, tries to turn readers against SAL by insinuating some of her ideas veer dangerously towards white supremacism, a strawman we see the “progressive” intelligentsia pull out of their sleeve, whenever their active contribution in the protecting and whitewashing the “spiritual” predators illicit activities going behind oathbound secrecy is at risk of coming out to light. But take the podium from a position of academic authority and brand someone a white supremacist, a fascist, a racist and you’re guaranteed to stir a mob that will silence a whistleblower. Neopagan spiritual celebrities all joined in chorus to taunt her for being such a victim (they only feel strong in numbers…you got to wonder why). She admits to have mental health issues, they chide (like it gives thenm a high and feel so much stronger and with their shit together). They even have the gall to throw back in her face the fact that their intimidatory tactics are affecting her young children and use it against her (victim blaming). The shameless, vile, dog turds these “spiritual” teachers are! Next thing, she gets a letter from the Health Department declaring her products are unsafe and unfit for sale. A couple of her social media outlets are shut down. She receives threat after threat by those who abused her (how fucking familiar) and eventually, under duress, she shuts one of her FB pages down and restarts from scratch. These are merely “warnings” of the things to come if she does not retract what she said, they threatened her. And who the fuck do these wankers think they are? Al Capone? However, bear in mind, when you have “academics” and a whole array of saintly gurus of love and light to support you in telling the authorities the victim had a screw loose and was dabbling in poisonous plants, you’ve got your arse covered. No secular authority wants to deal with another satanic panic, do they? And wouldn’t that also go against the interests of all neopagans and witches who could suddenly feel persecuted by the state? You know, I must confess, I voted Sadiq Khan, not because he was Labour but because he is Muslim. I look forward to the Islamic faith growing from strength to strength and I won’t deny, it would give me immense satisfaction to see Sharia Law becomes statuatory in Britain and with that entire “spiritual” businesses and movements go bankrupt and disappear from the face of the Earth. Paganism is too deep-rooted to be eradicated and will continue to survive but it needs to be purged if it’s not to morph into an alternative Christianity and suffer the same degenaracy.

This cunt here, Darren…

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wrote on the FB wall of this other cunt here, Marco Visconti…

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we deserve to have our shit taken to our doorstep and burned. Sorita had them to quickly remove the comment but not quick enough to prevent us taking a screenshot (and what are you going to do this time in the hope to retrieve it? Hack the hard-drive?). Our (mine in particular) attitude to this threat is, “Sure Darren, (or any of you cunts for all I care) just try it. Try it and pray, (nah, supplicate on your knees till they’re raw and bleeding) you’re hellproof mate. I can just imagine cunts like these getting the wrong door and causing a tragedy to an innocent family over their poxy, shitty, nonsensical, countless times debunked, hocus pocus “beliefs”. To think that his fiancee’ used to work for the NHS as a mental health worker and now promotes herself as a NLP practitioner with “a passion for helping people”. She isn’t exactly doing a good job at home, is she? Look at the nutcase she’s engaged to. Is he one of the many people she aspires to “save”? She even stalked us in a mission to redeem us. Fuck off, Gerealdine Oxenham. Just fuck off. As for her Man of the Earth (whatever the fuck it is supposed to make him) buddy, Marco Visconti, we made an enemy of you? We could have sworn by the sonorous sound of you falling from the clouds in surprise, you had only just found out you had one lurking in your lack of self-awareness. Keep your diaper on, mummy’s boy. Even King Paimon agrees you’re an under-developed infant in an ageing man’s body still playing with his squeaky toys.

How ironic it is the more “spiritual” people claim to be, the more prone to excessively disproportionate retaliation they get over a bit of satyre and go as far as to threaten arson and grievious bodily harm (oh, yes, and also in Marco Visconti’s case, it wouldn’t be the first time he advocates violence in response to difference of opinions…a fucking dirty scum of a reactionary fascist in other words…oh but he’s a freemason and has friends in high places now. Pfft. Tell them they can get in the queue to kiss my arse.)

Then you have Sorita D’Este, pretending to care and fight for cyber-bullying and harassment in one epic diatribe in which she claims to have been a victim but not quite a victim (Lord forbid anyone should think she’s in need of their positive energy) because we simply reposted her forthcoming attendance at Hexfest – an overpriced conference of new age bullshit for the mass market organised by a despicable salesman in drag known for his mysogynist treatment of women. Put in context, back home, Sorita is all about the sisterhood and such self-serving move is hypocrisy and lack of integrity of the highest order. We can’t understand what these accusations of cyber-bullying are all about (and that’s taking it from Sorita’s FB conversation with Marco Visconti and not her blog after that where she cowardly hid the fact that she was addressing us out of fear people would be curious to visit our blog.) If our blog is so full of shit as she implies (even she knows it can only be implied), what is there to fear? All the better that people see for themselves, you would think.

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Loki, you’re a cyber-bully! How dare you!

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She asks…

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Clearly not as innocent if you need to pick people’s brain for what may be externally perceived as parody? Trying to avoid behaviours that may give you away? Testing the waters for customer’s loyalty? A bit of both? …and notice Marco Visconti’s comment underneath. Yeah, the USA, her next port of call below

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Of course Sorita, no bullying here. No bullying whatsoever. Just a bit of good humoured harmless banter from your cash buddy. So can you answer this question: When does witchcraft/magic becomes a willy wonka luna park for greedy little pigs?

We are not even judging her (people can judge for themselves, no?), we simply present the facts quoting words coming out straight out of the horse’s mouth. It is understandable Sorita might not like us to pull the wool off people’s eyes, but what the fuck, stating the facts is hardly bullying. Get a grip and take responsibility for what you reveal yourself to be.

So why is speaking out so frowned upon in neopaganism? What sense of entitlement drives prominent pagans to go to extremes in hunting down their critics, condemn them in kafkaesque tribunals and seek to punish or destroy them in a manner inquisitors dealt with alleged heretics? What the fuck is this all about? What sense of “spiritual” elitism makes these big fish in a small pond, dismiss the criticism of “brothers and sisters in the craft” as inferior and unworthy of notice? More importantly, why do the “common” pagans often stick by them and defend them even in the light of evidence beyond doubt?

In the next instalment, we will be talking about the second category of people aforementioned at the beginning of this article and deal with all these questions.

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.”

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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.

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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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The power of words upon shaping reality: cautionary tales on giving express permission

What would you do if in the quest of becoming a prominent public figure for neo-pagans and wiccans, you ended up caught between detractors and gossip?

There are many ways to handle these obstacles and for those who truly believe themselves adept at the magical arts, magical defence should put a quick end to all problems. However, for many who make such bombastic claims of magical power and secret knowledge, it turns out to be all noise and no substance.

They must then deal with the additional embarrassment of explaining WHY they seem to be powerless to make their detractors and gossip cease and desist. Every now and then, Sharon Day likes to remind us all, what a poor persecuted victim of vicious gossip she is. I thought all that had been dealt with and buried at the Grand Sabbat, or was it?

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So let me get this one straight: here is someone who claims of having no longer time for gossip but seems to have plenty of time for yapping and posting memos to her persecutors on social media.

I guess Sharon Day is still a long way away from mastering silence, nevermind indifference. Her detractors will be pleased to hear they’re still keeping her secretly scouring the internet and running up her phone bill for gossip, aside posting her predicaments online.

It’s really no use to pretend to be strong in a zone of virtual strangers when you lack self-control in the secrecy of your four walls. It has become common knowledge, thanks to some eloquent individuals in her life, she can recite Loki’s Gazette blog posts almost at verbatim but still needs to read from her BOS in her witchcraft rituals.

But let us not blame people for their disloyalty. After all, it’s not their fault if Sharon Day fails to inspire respect in her friends…and her enemies.

Expressions such as “You can even add some if you want” mark her out for the abject fool she is, and it wouldn’t even be the first time.

No, you couldn’t make it up. She actually said “no publicity is bad publicity…shaft it all the way to Ragnarok.

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O.K….Have it your way Sharon.

Never before, even in its fluffiest ranks, has the craft seen someone lacking the most basic understanding of conflict handling and resolution. Sharon Day wonders why people won’t let bygones be bygones.  For someone who makes such a big deal about words, she gives express permission to add on and then wonders what the fuck is hitting her when she’s taken on her word.

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Here comes the Looney Tune! Hidden in plain sight: a classic example of how Sharon Day lets her closest ‘friends’ ride her like a bicycle.

Perhaps Sharon Day is afraid of not being able to hold her ground if she were to confront her enemies with the animosity she carries inside. Or perhaps, she’s hyper-conscious of how her wits let her down whenever the occasion presents itself.  In her fantasy world enemies offer themselves to her like her Waitrose ready-made meals. In the real world, all she gets are fleeting opportunities. Carpe diem because once they’re gone, they’re gone. Let’s just say, animosity without cunning and sharp reflexes results only in uncontrolled anger – neither priestly nor magical. It’s not just a detestable flaw in someone proposing herself as a power icon but a downright dishonourable weakness.

So what else does Sharon Day do when she’s not busy telling other Alexandrians how to run their covens or making rounds of calls to check what people talk about behind her back?

The likes of Sharon Day use spiritual practices and beliefs to avoid dealing with painful feelings, unresolved wounds, developmental needs and other major slaps in the face from life. This coping mechanism is commonly known as spiritual bypassing.

The more money you have in the bank, the harder it is to divorce the bored housewife who took early retirement from and has been off work for the past 20 years. Before we label her fortunate, we’d be better off reminding ourselves that a gilded cage is always a cage and that idle minds will gravitate towards purposeless pursuits. Who says all curses must end in death?

Sharon Day has a young daughter being slowly consumed by an illness like a candle on both ends. Sharon’s belief that a curse had been placed on her daughter was what brought her to witchcraft in the first place as she desperately sought someone who could break and remove this curse.

There’s nothing worse than trying to live of reflected glory through your offspring because you never really learnt how to live and shine of your own accord. This is how Sharon Day filled her younger days as a typical well-off, middle class mother. But while most middle class mothers would content themselves of ferrying their kids activity after activity, Sharon Day had always objectified other women as pawns to compete against because that’s what she was brought up to believe in beauty pageant country. This conditioning caused her self-esteem to plummet at various points in her life. She had proved useless at competing first hand and failed her parents’ expectations, so she took her burden off her shoulders and placed it on her own brood. Call it a generational curse just waiting for its season to ripen.  It was at one of these competitions that Sharon Day met her nemesis in a woman of colour who had made great personal sacrifices to help her daughter’s talent to flourish. Having discovered Sharon Day was trying use her influential status to bribe and corrupt the panel of judges in her daughter’s favour, and being nowhere near as half as wealthy or influential as her, this woman resorted to the good old fashioned method of witchcraft. But, we’re not talking wiccan magic here. This woman was no new age sucker and resorted to methods anchored deeply in her ancestral heritage. There were no polished brass candlesticks on her altar.  No athames. No swords or cups. No need to fight back Mzungu’s abuses of power with their own weapons when she possessed fangs and talons as hers.  The mama putting on such juju was one hell of a triggered lioness fending off a hungry hyena away from her cub.  The juju reached deep into ancestral memory and back in time with songs and melodies belonging only to those carrying that memory imprint in their blood and the desire to avenge the wrongs of the past and present, to never be a second class American again. Modern fluffy witches still believe the dead operate on the reality of the living. They don’t because they can’t. They are no longer part of our world. What they can do, however, is to create turbulence and an attuned practitioner can re-awaken old grudges from their former lives to set them against other ancestral lines like Furies. The more oppressed the ancestral group, the more responsive and sympathetic to a kindred’s plea they’ll be. They will attack the oppressor’s ancestral lineage, who on the other side will find no Christ to to hide behind. Whichever form the attack will take, it will travel across time and space in the form of mysterious sickness and physical debilitation that will affect their living descendants. Long ago, someone poked fun at Loki’s Gazette for suggesting that the ‘sins of the fathers will be visited upon their children’. As a matter of fact, yes, it’s a realistic possibility, particularly true for anyone out of synch with their ancestors. So, when Sharon Day talks of having been harpooned, she’s not entirely wrong, except she’s not really noticing where it came from and where it plunged.

We know many a witch who would be quick at waxing lyrical about their cursing prowess and equally quick to deny such things are possible when someone other than themselves is being magically attacked for whatever stupid reason. Of course, as Sharon found out, witches brag a lot about cursing, hexing and healing but when it comes to the crunch they suddenly turn to scepticism and will do their best to rationalise it away, because there is nothing more embarassing than putting oneself out as a not-to-be-messed-with sorcerer, and then, when the moment of truth finally catches up with them, have nothing to deliver but contrived platitudes about past lives karma or suggestions to book an appointment with a psychiatrist.

You would think, whatever your belief, or lack of it, in curses, Sharon would have a clear idea of where her number one priority lay…waiting to be attended, but it seems, even dogs can do a better job.

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But fuck it…let’s tend to the spineless piece of dead wood too afraid to be seen hanging around the Alexandrian Witchcraft Ltd stall by his coven associates and call it service. Let’s book a last minute ticket to Glastonbury and go stir some shit on someone else’s doorstep and call it extending an olive branch.

Sharon Day likes to brag on her blog about these sensational victories in life but she never explains how any of that bullshit takes priority over the girl on the hospital bed.

She can save her breath because facts are self-explanatory and louder than any protest. No skin off our noses, however…

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In a short span of time, Sharon has been firmly planted in the exoteric courtyard of magic, no matter how masterfully credible the enchantment of being part of some inner circle has been spun around her. There are some among us who pity her for she has open enemies all around the magical community who would fell her like a sacrilegious totem at the first opportunity. Worse still, her very gullible and easily manipulated nature, not to mention her material wealth, have attracted an equal number of greedy hoodwinkers and gold-diggers who stand to benefit from a tool like her being such a beacon for desperate inepts and these people are very good at hiding their contempt with a friendly smile and a pat on her back. Essentially, if you have not yet understood, Maxine’s plan is to elevate herself to divinity status, with Sharon Day towing behind her as chief High Priestess, sponsoring her every project.

Often, the hatred against Sharon Day has nothing to do with her background or who she gets the ‘privilege’ to mingle with. Seasoned witches are well aware of the promotional empress parading at consumer-orientated pagan gatherings in her new clothes but it’s the non-negotiable and persistent demand that everyone should echo the ignorant massess oohing and aaahing in awe at her illusionary splendour, the expectation to join in and imitate her in her mindless adoration of her mistress, sell themselves to and exalt her keepers, capitulate unreservedly to them… that’s what rubs feisty spirits the wrong way.

Aside those who stand to gain from consumer-orientated pagan events, who the fuck would want to pay entrance fees and have pushed in their face an overpriced, hard to sell, limited edition copy of photocopies of notes meant for the fire that Alex Sanders had himself copied from sources freely available in libraries.

Armchair magicians with more money than sense…or power, that’s who.

Enemies are part of life and true friends may be a rare luxury for some but it wasn’t until Sharon Day came on the scene that it became clear just how the two can be easily confused. Like a massive brasso-polished waste container, she was strategically (as well as tragically) placed to collect all the crap discarded by the many on their way out the craft’s own trailer park compound. It didn’t take long for it to start smelling badly and having all the sleazy vermin of the occult feasting on it. Now, no matter what you wash it with, it stinks just the same and it’s only a matter of time before she’ll be cast out in the desert like Scott Blunt, Karagan and many others before her.

Ironically, some flouncers envy Sharon’s exterior facade of glamour. Sorita D’Este is still coming to terms for not having been the first Maxine turned tofor support and is doing all in her might to win the pissing contest she got in with Sharon Day, or gods know, blasting rod failing in its purpose, maybe she wants to give an illusion of unity, as if we’d quickly forget what pagan mini-celebrities are like once they have no longer any use for one another. Not that she ever thinks it could have been her son to be left bereft of a mother with only a dog for company, if not worse.

From the inner perspective, however, even just contemplating envy is utterly insane, as it goes something along the lines of these two GOT characters, which see Sharon Day play the role of Theon Greyjoy – the proverbial highborn traitor (she did betray her initiator Scott Blunt out of ambition) who having seizes the opportunity to raise in rank, end ups being disrespected and mocked by her own for her goofy naivete and lack of charisma, (this reminds me when she called witches to unite against the common enemy), tortured (had her hopes raised and crushed by a series of failed healing rituals for her daughter) and bound into servitude by Maxine, who turned her into a broken, desperate for redemption pet, like Reek.

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So what does Sharon do when the healing fails? She packs her sick daughter off with relatives on the other side of the Atlantic and gives herself something to intoxicate the mind and whip her into a frenzy, like poking her nose into the affair of strangers who probably never even heard her name, then goes on social media proclaiming herself a victim of malicious detractors.

This is how oblivious to gossip she actually is and how little time she has for it. So little in fact, that she actually starts the ball rolling by picking on a tradition that has nothing to do with Alexandrians and are minding their own business…

Interfering and meedling in private affairs of groups that are not Alexandrians, like she has nothing more important to do in life.

The following screenshots are evidence that far from being the victim of malicious gossip, Sharon Day actively attempts to divide and rule the pagan community and actively encourages disloyalty and discord by recruiting from within her network those stupid enough who will open the way for her to target groups minding their own business and showing no desire to become embroiled in her madness.

Why would someone who claims having no time to explain herself, demand exactly that of others she has never even met?

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Knocking on too many doors, risking of ruffling a lot of feathers, from Brazil, to Australia and all the way to Canada…who the fuck does she think she is!

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Pray tell us why, because we’re fucking confused too. I never understood where Alexandrians get their entitlement of ascertaining what’s into Gardnerian’s underpants.

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Silly me, “the answer is simple”, according to Sharon Day. So if it’s not about a vouch, why does she make it her business to poke her nose into the affairs of a tradition Maxine holds in so much contempt?

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It’s inconsistency after inconsistency. “We dared to break their rules”…so why the fuck do you now expect everybody else to respect your fucking rules? “This set us apart from Gardnerians”…yet you’re always sniffing up their arses like dogs on heat. “Much to the despair of other traditions…Much to the annoyance of the Gardnerians”…oh, so you like giving others a hard time, then cry victim when the tables turn. Fuck off. Just fuck off.

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Pffft….I wouldn’t be so sure. Jealous of what? What is there about your miserable lives to be jealous about?

 

Bribery, rebels without a cause, plagiarism: some of the reasons why Loki’s Gazette despises neo-pagan, magical communities and their luminaries.

Oh yeah, Loki’s Gazette had it too (having been ranked at the same controversial level of Christian Day), the offer of the olive branch, to see if a bit of bribery and promises of glory would convince this rogue priesthood to repent like the prodigal son and get into the herd of good goddess-fearing-Christo-wiccan bum kissers.

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Not a single member of our group grew into a magical practitioner because of a book, a person or course, even though we’ve all had some exposure to that at some point in our lives. In the end, we each understood and followed the way placed in front of us. We forge our training through our own practice.

Magic cannot be taught.

You’re either wired for it, in which case it will grow on you like an exoskeleton, or you’re not…in which case you’ll be studying and trying and reaching out to this teacher and that until you convince yourself to be deserving of a crowd of obsequious disciples and a title to match because you’ve been ‘working magic’ for 1, 5, 10, 20, 30 years.

Pathetic.

Fuck that shit.

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After the olive branch negotiations went tits up, came the threats from the ‘Most Noble Order of the Masters of the Temple, – a bunch of hopeless wankers – who also unsuccessfully fumbled clumsily with the possibility to infiltrate and antagonise both us and a number of magical groups suspected of having some sort of ideological affiliation to us…which is what happens when you don’t credit the sources you take inspiration from.

It’s unclear what this investigative commission led by NLP/Hypnotists Geraldine Oxenham (semi-Alexandrian and treasurer of OTO Ameth Lodge) were hoping to find but last we heard they were told in no uncertain terms where to go and promptly booted out by each and everyone they bothered, before getting a lengthy and rather amusing diatribe about their profound ignorance on some magical matters by a particularly cantankerous occultist.

What can I say? It must be the fucking magic!

Then again, the choice of words Geraldine Oxenham uses to introduce her NLP and Hypnotherapy practice cast serious doubts on her fitness to exercise that profession, especially considering that in occultism, obsession is a sign of psychological and spiritual unbalance.

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Lo(l) and behold, turns out she was going back and forth between Sorita D’Este and Sharon Day, in the days leading up to the Glastonbury drama.

What a healthy bunch!

These days, the idea that a magical group may be content to operate self-sufficiently and completely outside ‘THE’ pagan community, lack any desire to be a promiscuous spiritual slut, even relishing in remaining unknown, seems like an unfathomable utopia.

Everyone wants to be known and hailed by the masses like one of the Grand Poobah of Witchcraft with Treadwell’s and Atlantis bookshop fighting over who’s going to provide all the trimmings, right?

Wrong.

Upon spotting Grand Master of the Ameth Lodge, Freemason and Citizen of Hookland, Marco Visconti on the far right of the picture we had no choice, as you can see, but to take this mighty magical order’s intimations very, very, very seriously.

This much seriously to be precise.

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The Most Noble Order of the Masters of the Temple in their shining outer robes of glory.

All in all, the Noble Order of the Masters of the Temple soon found out the hard way power was not their natural state.

(Sigh!…………………..)

Reality check as a prelude to the next bit

Even though they don’t like to admit it, Alexandrians are one big dysfunctional, fragmented family of bastardised lineages whose matriarch blows hot and cold and whose training is at best disjointed and incoherent at the core of the tradition itself. Many downlines were’t even given that and Maxine couldn’t have cared less, letting initiates grab each other at throats over the validity of their practice like it was some sort of an amusement sport. They lack a unified canon to make them stand out from Gardnerians and the once much maligned about eclectics. Instead they settled for becoming a poor imitation, with a couple of pages from this book, a passage from that book, three lines of this liturgy, a DIY Abramelin in three days, and so on and so forth. Maxine calls this paper poultice, Alexandrian refinement. When their BOS contains glaring mistakes, they are called ‘blinds’.

Peruse a few out of print publications from long forgotten magicians and realise they’re not blinds at all, but just the hand of a fucking cunt who couldn’t even copy from a book. Want some proof? Let’s take a couple of leaves from the Temple of the Mother 3rd BOS and compare it to its original source from a founding father of modern magic whose name seems to have been deliberately obliterated by all those who used his books to start up or bump up their own independent traditions.

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Alexandrian tradition was conceived and sank its roots amidst strife and intrigue, mistrust and deceit, lies and jealousy, broken oaths and weak bonds. When the roots of the tree are sick, the tree is doomed no matter what. Alex Sanders openly admitted to surrounding himself with people he could take advantage of and was quite opportunistic in this sense, which it’s why for most of his life he got by, telling tall tales and offered initiation to whoever would listen to him. Then one day he had enough of it. He threw his notebook in the fire. He repudiated the tradition he created with the intent to start afresh. Alexandrian tradition officially ended when he died and what later happened to the son he had nominated as his successor (irreversible brain damage), gave it the final rubber stamp.

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Balding sack of bones stares at plump pair of titties. Proud owner of such bounty smiles like a Cheshire cat knowing she’s already got one up grandma’s sexy net curtains on the pole standing to her left. Stiff curtain pole projects her inner fury to hubby’s lewd mind.

As the poor attendance at their last two Grand Sabbats proves, each Alexandrians wants to be king and queen of their own castle. We don’t see them jumping to their feet to attend and pay homage to the co-founder. Their loyalty to her extends as far as their self-interest goes – as recent events prompted Karagan had to openly admit on his Facebook page.

Let’s all get rich while we can.

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…wrote Karagan Griffith after being pushed in the ditch by the woman he helped get into Maxine Sanders’ good graces. He was all smiles when posing in this photo for her in the days immediately after the Grand Sabbat 2014. Oh, didn’t he just love to piss other Alexandrians off with his new found allegiances!

 

Christian Day had always had little respect for Alexandrians. Not only he berated Frater Barabbas but who can forget the time he began to insult Sorita D’Este live on one of his podcasts? So this allegiance was something along the logic of shitting on your doorstep before inviting all the neighbours to come and watch you rubbing it all over your face. As anyone could have easily predicted (had they been told in advance), none were too impressed and a scuffle ensued at Treadwell during Jihmal’s book launch.

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Until one day….

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It was actually 2013 and it wasn’t Maxine Sanders but Sharon Day, an old customer of his, who sought him out on her behalf…

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85% buyers of his bullshit are non-practitioners.

What of the remaining 15%? Presumably all Alexandrians.

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A long-disillusioned turned cynic Christian Day changed his tune about Alexandrians only when an equally disillusioned Sharon began to speak to him in the only language he understands: the language of money. If it bring customers to his events and business, he will  be your best buddy in public for as long as his cash till clings with dollars.

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And judging by the way Sorita D’Este raced against Sharon Day and time to secure a speking role at Hexfest 2019, he would have every legitimate right to feel superior to this bunch of squabbling twats, since they seem to need him more than he needs them.

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Exactly. Alexandrian wicca made witchcraft a cool subculture; it’s essentially materialistic, fits in perfectly with the modern consumeristic mindset and it’s run by business orienteted people pretending to be mystical and magical. Perfect for the American and Brazilian market. Moderately successful in desperate South Africa. Insipidly savoured, but only when convenient, by Australians.

Much to your amazement, you may find that in this new subculture the same rules don’t apply to everyone, and non-initiates may outrank craft elders and monitor yours and theirs future online activity, even mis-appropriating of whatever intellectual property you might at some point regret to have shared with them online. FIY these non-initiates are: Rhys Bonzy Lavender – webmaster for Alexandrianwitchcraft.orgrhys bonzy lavender and Maia Honan, Maxine Sanders’ daughter, marketing and co-director at AlexandrianUK Ltd. (It is not clear why she hasn’t added Alexandrianwitchcraftuk Ltd to her LinkedIn resume…something to be ashamed of perhaps?)

Moral of the story, never, ever, trust someone who replaces friends like expendable commodities on a frequent basis.  Thier loyalty goes as far as their need of you and then (to paraphrase Maxine Sanders) with a shrug of their shoulders, they’ll tell you they can’t beat themselves over the past….nevertheless, Maxine loves nothing more than to live in the past and profit as much as she can from it.

Failure – to hex, bind and heal must be a bitter pill to swallow when you’ve been telling the world what you were about to do and even took the trouble of flying thousands of miles to get to a special location and hold a Grand Sabbat (yet another Grand Scale Flop). Remember this online bragging when the whole animal sacrifice issue blew up?

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And your daughter is a prime example…you stupid cunt.

Lying to oneself, pretending that detractors, harpooners and gossip are defeated while in fact they are tearing you asunder doesn’t make your wishes magically come true and by the look of it neither does Maxine’s magic. You’re both fucking useless, so instead of covering your ears next time someone deals a few home truths on you, if I were you, I’d listen very carefully to what they have to say.

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This quote makes Maxine Sanders sounds like one of those Catholic priests harping about god being on their side but we know magic is not partial like the Abrahamic god nor it’s not the exclusive possession of one or two people, a group, a tradition.

Magic will always try to cheat. It’s in its nature to create illusions. It will fool you into convincing yourself you’ve succeeded only to sneak behind you and stab you in the neck just as you rejoice in your results. People who project all sort of nefarious scenarios on their opponents end up believing what they imagine as something that actually happened when in actuality, life goes on as usual with its ups and its downs for thir target. This practice of living in one’s constructed imagination is typical of modern witchcraft and one of the main contributing factors to obsessions and degenerative mental health conditions plaguing the community.

Then you’ll hear Maxine solemly declare, there is a price to pay.

And that’s also not true.

It’s not a price. It’s the most logical cause and effect for letting delusional thinking take the driver seat in your life.

According to Firechild, years before their son Victor was born, Alex and Maxine had already worked out all there was to know about magic and had it all under control. They had so much faith in their own magic, they declared their son would one day succeed his father as King of the witches. Then bit by bit their life began to fall apart at the seams. Barely in his 30s, after years of heroin abuse, the heir to the crown suffered a stroke which left him in a semi-vegetative state and severe irreversible brain damage. As in Jonathan Strange and Dr. Norrell tv series, it seems the fairies took the spirit with them and left an empty shell behind. Folklore is full of similar tales of people who brought suffering upon themselves as a consequence of reckless dabblings motivated by greed and vainglorious pursuits that could not be found in their book of life.

So let me rephrase Maxine’s quote for you, “Fate will not be cheated – don’t even think you can overwrite it with magic.”

Fucking cursing and fucking healing, again, for the zillionth time…like that’s all the use you’ve got for magic.

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Another article by someone who is repeating what they have read or heard somewhere. How original.  How fucking controversial.

Neither Maxine or Alex wanted to intentionally curse their son but like a greek tragedy, that’s exactly what they did while in prey of mindless grandiosity. In the case of magical practitioners, most curses are self-inflicted with their own arrogance.

Perhaps, it is that just about anyone with the right resources at hand can become a public figure and puppet leader – much like anyone with sufficient funds can run for president in the US – but binding and cursing is not for everyone. To truly become a living scourge for another requires a certain skill and frame of consciousness that is seldom fostered within consumer orientated traditions and wiccan kitsch.

There’s a fair chance the consciousness I am talking about has nothing to do with any magical training Maxine Sanders would be acquainted with and remains secret to most simply because the ability to curse is a recessive trait some people are born with and they cannot help – only learn to control.

The ability to heal in humans comes from the external environment. It can be medicine plants or it can be a deity. Either way, humans may be able to alleviate pain but cannot heal because we are all subject to disease and death, and as such, the amount of life force at our disposal is sufficient for one individual alone.

The misconception linking cursing to healing endures because modern witches still can’t tell the difference between a curse and magical warfare tactics.

On the same account, Reiki is not witchcraft but a westernised new age fad that found its way in Alexandrian lore since Maxine Sanders developed an interest in it. It brings back memories of those fucking power rods and the days we all had to stand in circle, around a photograph of this woman called Francis. Our coven leaders would tell us to build our golden crosses, extend our right hand and send blue light, then gold, then blue again while intoning “sinew to sinew and bone to bone, muscle to muscle and vein to vein, make the body whole gain.” It felt like a Star Wars meet Jesus Christ scenario with Gerald Gardner thrown in.  You could almost hear the atmosphere around us groan in exasperation “Not again!”  These power rods never made a bliding bit of difference unless doctors prescribed this whiny old cunt friend of Maxine, strong enough medication. She was an ageing self-entitled cunt who thought people owed her their energy.

Kubler Ross is another psycho-pop fad aimed at inducing a placebo effect on those the technique is applied to. If you so shit your pants at the prospect of dying and need some sort of a tampon to prevent your fear from leaking, go for it but don’t go boasting about refinement, refusing to dilute rituals or being true to the Art Magical because these fads are anything but Art Magical.

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So, what is the problem with saying it like it is?

And please, less of this bullshit about not seeking converts because that’s exactly what all these crocodile tears and online propaganda are about.