Alexandrian witchcraft

Hello Ireland – scroll down for surprise news

We can see you downloading, sons of Cuchulainn and we can see you too Derby Coven.

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Things could have gotten so much worse, you know?….

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Of course my dear brethern of the mistletoe, for old times’ sake, you have my personal blessing. You know, back in the days when…and anyway, you’ve nothing to worry about…

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Oh yeah, the asteroid…you can read about it here on the Wall Street Journal if you have a subscription or on IBTimes (12th March 2020 issue) …when did your country lockdown again? So do bear in mind there could be another reason why a pandemic to clear the skies of air traffic and a stalling economy might have been the least of two evils. There’s a reason why decision makers sometimes need to mask the truth with little white lies. This is what happened under a ‘global pandemic’…now imagine what scenario you could be facing if you were told ahead of time that the planet faces a good possibility of extinction on April 29th.

Yes, you get the gist. So maybe, just maybe…

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Now you see it…now you don’t.

 

The New York Times adds more enlightenment by giving a little history, reminding us humanity does inhabit a rock suspended into sweet nothingness surrounded by debris speeding chaotically all over the place. I mean… shit happened before and there’s no reason why it couldn’t happens to us in our comfy arses lifetime. You don’t have to take your mask off yet, if you’re still not feeling comforted.

Please spare me the Chicken Licken theories about Earth Mother Mrs.Howard-Day. What does your attitude says about you, given Earth Mother blessings to you? Let’s do the sums: 3 out 3. One incurable, one with a hip replacement before her 21st, one with suspected leukemia, all three with your blood disorder…yeah, DO YOU get the message?

Thanks to the real magicians of our times paid by the taxes you give to the illusionist of turn that you elect, instead of getting blasted by an asteroid this coming Beltane, you might be treated to a meteor shower instead. How’s that for a celebration?

Think about it, while the likes of Karagan and Sharon Day pissarse around useless notebooks and whose Alexandrian lineage matters the most, there are people (I like to call them 21st Century Adepts) at the Sentry System who last year worked their arses off at the Planetary Defense Conference Exercise 2019…ok, so the official report states it was a simulation scenario, and what do you call holding hands and bopping on the left foot in a circle dance while chanting “Eko eko Azarak”? Raising a cone of power and things just happen, yeah? Like all the mass hexing against Kavanaugh and Trump, right? For fuck’s sake, does it ever occur to you how ridiculously contrived is that to the external observer? But I bet you’d find something sceptical to say about a scientific simulation – with all the certified reading you guys do, you truly must be experts.

After all, topping the charts in Italy with Born to be King must have at least won you the Premio Strega. (Aptly named, innit?)

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D’ya know what I mean?

You already know what the Loki’s Gazette tribune thinks of the books you read.

Yes, I make satire out of your (Alexandrians that is) disproportionately over-inflated ego/room temperature IQ mismatch and the spurious junk you fill up your library shelves with. You are what you read and regrettably your spiritual leaders comes across anything but enlightened by the gods. They’re like little children showing off their new toys. Maybe, you might want to put down Dune and leave science-fiction be until you’re ready to become adults and chill the fuck out.

In the next video clip, you won’t be seeing men and women in robes clowning around an imaginary cone of power to save the earth but you will get a demonstration of the real Great Work people do behind the scenes to keep your arse safe. As you can see, there are no candles and fancy robes involved. As you watch this, think about the crap you read and put your faith in to.

No need repeat myself as to why humanity needs to be treated like children when something potentially disastrous is afoot …you can go back to that video as often as you need.

Decision makers need time and space to think straight, so they can avert the worst. The thing is, life is weirder than fiction and I don’t claim expertise in science or economics but I have dealt with group size evacuations in life-threatening situations twice, so based on that, I know that putting blinkers on horses prevents them from getting spooked and bolt, and tyranny in cases as such does save lives. Moreover, when the there’s high probability of being truly fucked and the weight of responsibility falls around your neck, I can reassure you, the last thing you have in mind is to parade as the hero in shining armour who’s come to save the day. You know it could end both ways but you surround yourself with your most trusted, put your heads together, form a plan quick and execute it…quiet as a mouse, fast as you can. Nobody, especially the children, needs to know how deep the shit really is. No time to explain and get into debates.

Chaos-management (call it magic and add a k to it if you will) is an art you learn by living through some interesting shit. Immerse yourself in it and if you re-emerge in one piece, you’ll know it’s patterns. Chaos leaves you no time to polish candlesticks and buy the wine for theatrics, I’m afraid. If you’re busy taking a shit when it hits, you’re in for some proper escathological fun.

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…said the Englishman to the American newbie infatuated with stags.

Ok, this should make sense to some of our Irish readers at least. I shall whisper it one more time just in case they didn’t think they heard me right the first time. My apologies to those who won’t get the pun because they weren’t there. It’s a long story.

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Time for the surprise you came here for…talking of reading…

Now that Brighid’s Fire has gone out, our Irish friends and readership might want to check out our Beltane issue of Vogue, available in all newsagents across Britain and Ireland from April 29th.

That’s right.

Vogue is the only magazine on the esoteric market that keeps up with the changing face of witchcraft and caters for the fashion victim occulted in your inner self.

Make sure you check out our article Daddy Issues: You’re not a child anymore where you can find advice on how to deal with global pandemics, asteroids, comets and general stuff that Loki God of Mischief might throw at you on a regular basis. Also our exclusive interview with Loki Laufeyson Being Mum: Deal with your eight legged son full of practical tips directly channeled by the Greatest Mother the universe has ever seen. We could not leave out the growing community of BDSM enthusiasts of the Craft. For them we’ve put together the guide Slowly, intimately…Sexy Clues for your Inner Mewling Quim packed with tantalising tips to try out in the dungeon. Plus our Fashion Editor’s pick of more than 75 fabulous accessories that will instantly transform your tired Golden Dawn wardrobe into a sassy 21st century trickster and if getting dressed for yet another soiree’ spent filling Maxine’s glass with wine is failing to excite you right now, why not daydream about what you will be kitting yourself in once the old bag kicks the bucket and you’ll be finally CEO of Alexandrian Witchcraft UK PLC? Dress like you were invited to Eamonn Loughran 17th century country house and discover the witchy trends to look cute and stylish while destroying your internal universe .

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So don’t miss out and order your copy NOW and get your free sample of Loki’s hair gel!

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Only half the update

So what’s up guys? Long time no write.

We’ve been busy with a number of projects and just let our friend Loki take care of the nitty gritty business of making life interesting for our wiccan friends.

Only 9 days to BREXIT folk.  This will no doubt piss off all the progressive among you, but hey, we know you think you’re all about magic but you can’t always get what you want – is that not how the refrain goes?

After a long embrace with the sons of Muspell, Australia is finally chilling under a blanket of hailstones, courtesy of Niflheim. It’s the way it works. There’s no heat without ice and winter is coming.

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So, let’s take a look at what else has been going on the wiccan community as we turned a corner in the second decade of the new millennium.

Sorita D’Este made an arse of herself….again. This time by speaking out of turn to the Daily Mail.

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Brilliant! We always need a middle aged bored housewife in need to come up with something interesting, no matter the bullshit. We can always lump the blame on the press. But what about this? How does she explain the vitriol coming from Pagans for Responsibility?

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Meanwhile just about a week ago we caught Sorita D’Este in the act of rejoicing in the sudden passing of an other priestess of Hecate who rivalled her in popularity within the small community of Glstonbury. “You stole my friends!!!!!” – she screeched on Facebook before quickly taking the post down before causing a shitstorm (just not quick enough for Loki’s Gazette roving eye though).

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Honestly Sorita, you are FULL OF SHIT and way overdue a good, long look in the mirror. You insecure, envious, filled with hatred, little twat.

You don’t look like a nun. You don’t look like Danarys Targaryan. You look like the Cicciolina.

Meanwhile Travelling Cups (which is reminiscing of Two Girls and a Cup) too down their interview with Sharon and Maxine.

 

Thank fuck we downloaded the video before it was deleted. Now we sell it to the Witchcraft museum for a price…or anyone that asks really. It’s good! It’s a bloody good interview. Maxine actually states “Witchcraft will die!” – and you can see her getting increasingly pissed off as the interview goes on. It is an historical moment and memorable moment in the relationship with her protegee’ Sharon Day….(rumours abound it’s having it’s moments, so this is the time to get in there to kiss some ass Sorita)

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Wonder what brought all this about?

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But there’s more and this is as fresh as Maxine’s chicken’s eggs…plopped just this evening on the Alexandrian Witchcraft Facebook page.  Karagan is making a come back and storming on Sharon Day with a vengeance with his NEW, UPDATED, Ning for 1* degrees. WHOOOOAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s some landslide! (After all some Pluto/Saturn dances in the heavens promise 2020 will be one interesting year indeed …so guys, if your heart is in subverting the fucking system as much as Loki is chewing a charred heart, go ahead and make you mark. Let us all meet meet on the Vigard plains for some wholesome fun! The Alexandrian Clown is back to vindicate his supreme position on  the chicken run’s pecking order and is out to poach you 1* degree initiates. Check it out.

Did your 1* coven initiates get this invitation?

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Guys take your time to peruse at your leisure and pleasure…the Alexandrian community at its finest spiritual awakening. So magical! Just imagine, in all the power invested upon you by the goddess, losing sleep over your 1 st degrees’ initiates being led astray. Just imagine being a 1st degree 30-something and being told by some insecure prick who you can and cannot choose to listen to.

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Kalisha has definitely a lot to say about the way Karagan went to screw Maxine up, while Val Hughes grabs the opportunity with both hands to ‘wisdom signal’, reminding Kalisha with the patronising tone British middle class reserve for American trailer thrash, that the group administrators do appreciate her devoted zeal, however would she please not make what everyone thinks of Karagan so obvious!!!…After all, you never know when the tide could turn, and Karagan may turn out to be useful again…so it’s important never let the little people get a hint of the elbow shoving at the top of the ladder.

Meanwhile, let’s see what Karagan’s response was to this…

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Fascinating! He calls them unbalanced individuals. He, of all people! He, some last arrived Alexandrian who waged war on the Chtonoi Line until they dropped the Alexandrian out of their title; he who imperiously attempted to dictate on Gardnerians – of which he’s not an initiate – who among them had valid lineage.

He pours scorn on his detractors rebutting on their lack of imagination and claims he would have done a much better job.

And that’s exactly the point: Karagan thinks he’s so much better, holier, righteous than everybody else. Fact: all he has ever produced was a shrine to his ego in the form of a Ning and self published a book on old wives folk remedies and superstitions that he unsuccessfully tried to pass as magical tradition. That’s beside causing strife. Plenty of it. Oh! It must be the reason Christian Day is more popular than he is.

In his shoes I wouldn’t mention being a professional trained actor, especially considering he has no notable achievements on his acting resume and so he’s clearly a piss-poor one at his “profession” given at how he fails to endear crowds to himself.

I’ll take notes from here…he says.

Oh Karagan, Karagan! Poor Karagan! Like that idiotic buddy of yours who on one winter solstice put a mistletoe in my hand and told me to conjure the ‘child of promise’, you thought you had it all worked out when you were running up and down that tree spreading discord like Ratatoskr. You think witchcraft is all about posing but let me tell you, like that stupid fucker and many posers out there worried about their titles, you understand nothing about witches and you, fucking fool, let yourself be led by your chinny chin-chin to pick on the wrong fairy by someone who posed as your friend but hated your guts. Did mummy not teach you not to play with matches?

…And if you want live updates, please make sure you infiltrate the Alexandrian Witchcraft: the Magic of Alex and Maxine Sanders group on Facebook and their sister BookClub where discussions are held to inject a bit of Science Fiction (based on Dunes) lore into the mix to keep the Craft evolving. Brilliant if you are by Sorita’s specification an Advanced Magical practioner with some advice to offer.

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Mmmmmmmmmmmm———–

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Yours Truly,

The Violator

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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The Black Hand FB mafia

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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.

 

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.

 

 

Pulpits of Alexandrian Witchcraft

It seems to be just the right time to re-dress balance on the question of mental illness. These days it is only too often offered up as an excuse for being divinely touched. It is a difficult topic to debate without tangible examples, however, common sense cannot be misapplied outside of a ritual context.

Should we be critical of those who proclaim membership to elitist groups? Yes, we should. We should scrutinise every aspect of their life and personality before accepting their claims. Yes, we should also judge a whole tradition by the fruits it bears. A dying tree will only produce rotten fruit. A chain is as strong as its weakest link.

Today is Prince Harry’s wedding. No skin off any occultist’s nose. And yet…pulpit1

But let’s take a look at who’s wagging the finger from the pulpit:

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Spare a moment to think about how this presumed chav, David Beckham, got to where he is today and what Alexandrian witchcraft did for this woman. You know, talent vs wearing Stonehenge on a knitted jumper just to make a point – hey, look at me I’m a witch!

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Third degree High Priestess elevated by Alex Sanders himself being publicly reprimanded upon opening her mouth. We wonder what it must feel like to look like a Little Britain character who sounds just like her.

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It’s all about Alexandrian privilege

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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Then they go on camera to say….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loki’s Gazette knows it.

Maxine knows it.

Christian Day knows it.

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

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

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Sharon Day – Queen of Fools & Recreational Alexandrian Tradition

And so…LOL…Sharon Day feels the Loki effect! We are loving it! It’s almost impossible to tell the difference between her and Scott Blunt.

(Sigh…) It goes to show how fucking easy it is to implant a seed on fertile soil.

Take a willing fool swollen with arrogance and pride…fertile soil, a bit of drip-drip, and sunshine time and again. Then all you have to do is sit back and wait.

She’s not a newbie but a powerful High Priestess by her standards. Let her have her way. Let her have what she wishes for…we all know the old adage. Why should we go easy on her. Supposedly, she has all the training and knowledge, let her deal with it.

Some people didn’t believe us when we said the lunatics were going to run the asylum.

They didn’t expect anything to happen in this year of silence.

Speak up they said.

And we said no.

You got to judge for yourselves…the integrity of your teachers, the magical powers they claim, the worth of their training.

To those who told us we should write a book about it:

Hell no. We’re not here to serve ourselves and sell. Did you not get the point?

To those who think we have taken a hard line:

Nobody forces anyone to take on disputes that are not theirs. Nobody forces anyone to dabble in magic and stand in the face of harm. Nobody encourages anyone to make contact with this deity and that. But if you do and cross that threshold all cocky without first checking and understanding what you’re getting into, and what you meet on the other side is there purposefully to shred your brain and scramble your soul before he lets his little critters feed on you from the inside, that’s tough fucking shit.

It wouldn’t be magic if there were no catches man! Do you think we’re doing it as a recreational past-time? Do you think we have all fucking day to spend on the internet playing ‘mischief’ by provoking good people with stupid questions?

We ain’t sorry for serving stupid fools on a plate. In fact, the more the merrier. Let them all step on it.

So what can I say to Sharon Day: Brilliant, come forward my child and take the holy host on your tongue!

Loki is with you.

Loki is IN you.

Soon Loki will become you.

Soon, very soon.

Then Bob’s your uncle and we can all get on peacefully with our life without all the unnecessary bullshit.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pagan Federation clarifies:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Good question. It hits the nail on the head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Only a handful of quiet Gardnerians?*

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

Is it anything new?

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

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