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Sorita D’Este: post-fame anatomy of a self-obsessed coward on the brink of insanity

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Oh dear! The whole of Glastonbury knows what this is all about and chances are she missed the subtler nuances in the message a fortune teller Sorita met in a parking lot delivered to her last Friday.

Glastonbury is having enough of Sorita’s drama.

Most people assume that Glastonbury is all about hippies and new agers. It they brought economic growth and tourism to an otherwise ordinary rural English village but among its population, Glastonbury has its fair share of traditionally conservative folk who pagan or not, are sick and tired of the drama caused mainly by the public face of Wicca.

Sorita moved there thinking she was going to be hailed as the town’s honorary Witchy Celebrity Queen and started to act out like a primadonna from day one. But it backfired hard on her and she ended up coming to the attention of the local constabulary and social services on more than one occasion because of her erratic behaviour in public places and the spiteful harassment she inflicted on some locals.

Hardly the ideal role model most pagans and witches across the country have in mind.

Her behaviour in public showed the nation and beyond that those who brag out loud to be ‘powerful witches’ are more often than not, worse off than ordinary human beings. Here is what an academic expat in Finland thinks of  ‘witches’ like her and it is hard to disagree that maladptiveness and mental instability go hand in hand.

Think about it: who in their right mind would gloat about somebody’s death on social media?

Wonder how her ex David Rankine would see this?

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Know what I mean?

Sorita has since deleted the post from Facebook but not before Loki’s Gazette could take a screenshot. We warned her a gazillion times to THINK carefully about the things she and her utterly disingenious comrades post on Facebook (given that she’s so hot on branding herself a victim of bullying). No surprise, the way she carries on will put her on a collision course with a fate she’s not prepared for.

Adele was an understated but highly respected and very much loved woman in Glastonbury – and not just in the “witchy” community. No matter what she allegedly did, she did out of sincere concern for a vulnerable child in the unfortunate circumstances of being brought up by a narcissistic, self-obsessed parent who puts her ambitions in “fantasy witchcraft” above responsibilities and uses her “advernturer” like a publicity accessory.

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It’s a bit like the David and Goliath scenario. What often grates a “big shot” in wicca is the shock of finding out that somone they look down as insignificant is not afraid of slinging the dart that will bring them down because it reveals that their ‘superpowers’ are just a paper mache lie and they have absolutely nothing but an empty chalice to offer. To that effect, Sorita had no power to retaliate but like any other loser in the game, could do nothing but wait for someone to die before she could rejoice.

However, death is an empty victory for the truly powerless, given that everything that lives is destined to die at one time or another, and that includes her.

Now that Adele is no longer around to retort, Sorita fluffs her feathers once again and tries to stitch what shred of pride was left to proclaim she will curse Adele to a second death.

Well, plenty of evidence shows her curses don’t seem to work on the living. How will she prove they have worked on a dead woman?

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By the look of what Sorita posts, she’s the one on a fantasy journey. That how she wishfully sees herself and portrays herself on social media do not match with who she really is, well…that’s a different matter.

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Wow, if this outburst is the result of 20 years in the craft, well, so much for ‘becoming magick’.

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Don’t judge me? Pfft. It’s a bit too late for that (and deleting the post). It doesn’t end there. Give her a week and she’s back on social media virtual signalling her moral supremacy with questions aimed at enticing the crowds digging the dirt on techers/guides/groups.

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We are going to answer her question by advising people new to the occult to forge their own way and keep anyone with an air of grandiose morality at arm’s length. Understand that magic is a solitary discipline that will, at best, yield a few collaborators but beware of crowning any mortal as your ‘teacher’ and bear in mind that those posturing themselves as such are people in desperate need of attention and in love with the limelight, their UPG and their fantasy self.

Meanwhile, if some people had their say……………

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Yep. All you have to do is ask around.

Maybe Sorita ought to step out of her own fantasy bubble now and again and see the real world, but that’s exactly her idea of a nightmare. She has serious trouble functioning normally in society and holding conversations that have nothing to do with witchcraft, the occult, religion or SJ politics. Most of the times, this imbalance is what endears people new to the craft to a particular person in the first place but the inability to engage on topics other than spirituality, intersectionality creeds and anything considered ‘alternative’ should ring alarm bells in anyone pursuing Sane Occultism. At the same time it is worth bearing in mind, when dealing with some LHP and Satanists, that going the opposite way of one’s belief is actually done to depolarise themselves and strike a balance. Not as easy as it sounds. Many who try, swing wildly from one extreme the other.

Now Sorita’s choice of curse betrays a preoccupation with being remembered. We all know that the realisation of not getting any younger, coupled with Maxine Sanders’ rejection didn’t go down too well with Sorita. A lot of her critics fail to pay attention to her choice of vocabulary and the things she posts. For example, she posts frequently about people being jealous of her. It seems quite far fetched that given her current mental state, anyone would be in a hurry to swap their life with hers and be a full time carer to disabled child for the rest of your life. Of course, we’re not saying you wouldn’t if that child happened to you but given the choice, you’d wish for a non-disabled child, right? Well, that’s just part of her lot and it is not enviable at all. Of course, Christian Day would feed this idea in her head. After all, she brings him money and he’s not the one stuck in her shoes…and she’s not particularly renown for critical thinking.

Another thing that came to our attention was the professional photo shoot she went for, only months after Sharon Day and Maxine Sanders had theirs. All three photo shoots were terrible and looked like American portraits from the 80’s – for the money they probably cost – they were very much Sharon in style. Now, an adult woman that’s got to copy what her rival does and have, even when it doesn’t flatter her in the least, is a woman who has no personality or self-identity left and a woman who is not being herself. Also a woman who in so doing betray her envy towards her rival. They accentuate all the wrinkles she usually photo-edits and make her look like a poverty-stricken Greek grandma at the end of WWII.  If a photographer did that to me, I’d sue the living daylights out of him!…but then again, I wouldn’t go to a photographer in the first place because it’s a waste of money.

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Couple that with chasing Christian Day and posing with her arms around him after Sharon Day brought him in the Alexandrian fold four years earlier and it’s plain enough for everyone to see, she’s acting like jilted partner and fears that one day, Sharon will be hailed as the next Queen on the Witches. (Awww…if only she’d put her pride aside and grovel, Maxine might put their spat behind her and send her a dove with an olive branch in her beak.)

Then she went through a period, she was posting picture after picture of her younger years, as if to reassure herself she had seen better days and wanted people to still remember her like that…but of course, we age and people see what we are. That’s when she dropped the enchantress title, which seemed like a sensible thing. Gods only know when was last time she had managed to enchant anyone. For a while, she described herself as theurgist and priestess, now she’s currently “Mother. Unashamed Fire-starter. Author of books on mythology, magic and folklore.”  Mother? In name only. Unashamed firestater ??? More like “Shameless loose cannon”. As for her books, let’s put it into perspective, it’s not as if you’re going to find them quoted in an academic paper anytime soon.

A couple of years ago she posted another question asking if was it possible to give someone a second death and how would to go about inflicting it on someone. We have the screenshot somewhere and we might add it at a later date. Anyway, what kind of a question is that for a facebook audience? Number one, if you’re that qualified to teach magic, you should already know. Number two, any serious occultist would look at that question and think you’re an attention-whore. But it just goes to show what’s in that head of hers and how she thinks the universe revolves around her.

It makes you feel sorry for her. How can anybody look at this woman and feel the slight pang of jealousy? How far up her own arse is she, not to see? People dislike her for a variety of different reasons, none of which have anything to do with jealousy.

When we first started writing about her, I knew (mainly from hearsay) that she was narcissistic, self-absorbed, full of shit but after falling out with Maxine she completely went off the hinges.  Her popularity took a nose dive and her number of enemies grew exponentially ever since.  So the chance of people ever remembering her for anything other than her follies and disorderly behaviour in pubs before forgetting her altogether within a couple of months after her passing is becoming more and more of a possibility.

So, as far as the accusation levered against Adele for sowing discord go, Sorita may want to spend a moment reflecting on how her own reprehensible behaviour has affected her life and reputation. You can’t be proud to act like a cunt one minute and whinge when people treat you like one the next.

It’s as if after writing all this we’d expect her to send us a thank you note and if she were to post shit about us, we’d get all outraged.

Did you see us get angry when Sharon hacked in the blog and wrote that vapid Christo-sermon about gratitude? It was actually quite fun to edit and put our own spin to it and who’d have ever dreamt we’d end up with her credit card and Apple ID details? Then again who’d ever dreamt a mere “imagine Christian Day…” said in jest in a moment of euphoric banter would come true three/four weeks later? And anyway, when you say things to piss people off, you’ve got to really mean what you say because retaliation is to be expected. So be good or be good at it. And this is how you know who is playing and who is doing it for real.

You have to be consistent and deal with the pros and cons and consequences of your life choices. Nobody is to blame if they don’t make you happy. Nobody is to blame if you can’t handle what you start. So, whenever we read Sorita (or that wanker of Karagan) whining about being bullied, we think, just fuck off.

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See how far your sermons on cyber-bullying go Sorita? Your magic…LOL!!!! This is not even from Loki’s Gazette. These are other pagans and witches telling you how it is. Your social ustice campaigns only serve to make people scorn your pretentiousness and expose more of your hypocrisy, lack of integrity and self-respect.

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Courtesy of Pagans and Witches for Responsibility FB group

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Some people play on both sides. Can you guess which one?

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Articles were bang on but you failed to understand how you’re part of the problem.

What’s for certain is that Sorita has no friends. Not real ones. She has play-buddies, frenemies, Facebook followers like us, for example….Or like him (who taints everything he touches and fell like a ripe fruit straight in our palm and whether he realises it or not plays to our script). Magic stems from within. Similarly, the seed of destruction must be planted and grow from within.

Sorita likes to play with the bad boys, but she has neither the spirit nor Sharon’s wealth as an insurance policy, so these disrespectfully entertaining villains have nothing to lose from taking advantage and using her like their bitch, pimping her out at Hexfest to grow their business, knowing Loki’s Gazette and Pagans and Witches for Responsibility are watching and will give her a good thrashing later on.

Sorita whines about having her life nearly ruined and that’s becuse she thought she could turn anti-elitists groups in her own PR agents. What neither Sorita, nor anyone at Pagan and Witches for Responsibility seem to grasp is that Loki’s Gazette doesn’t care about hurting your business and we are against the commercialisation of the craft in every shape and form. There is no reason whatsoever for business to exist within the craft. Of course, this is not going to stop those who want to make money out of it from doing so. After all, there is plenty of demand for knowledge and teachers. So, feel free to misuse and treat the gods and the craft as a personal commodity.

These people should be presumably familiar with the story of Faust and if they’re not we would strongly advise them to take some time to look it up.

Loki’s Gazette strongly objects against the indiscriminate dissemination of sacred knowledge for the sake of meeting consumeristic demand. In other words, we don’t give a toss about who you think you are in the pagan/witchcraft/occult community. We couldn’t care less about how Tom, Dick and Harry will ever fulfill their dream of becoming witches unless they can have access to training and initiation and the reason for this is that those who are meant to be, those who are witches, will grow into their power even if they were stranded for 50 years on a desert island.

That probably makes us elitists too but in a different way. The elitist we’re against is the poncy armchair magician who is all talk and no substance. The ones who want to be revered because of their lineage and badges – like Karagan – who give moralising speeches about spiritual humility from their high ground.

If you’re interested in teaching magic you don’t need to treat your 1* degree like you own their body and soul; there is no need to helicopter other witches and show them who is in control, for any witch who let him/herself be controlled by another is no witch at all.

So, let us spoonfeed some thick-as-bricks individuals: we are not here to detract whoever wants to join your group or coven or tradition. There’s no need to. As many precedents indicate, with your desires and behaviour, you will attract the kind of seekers that you deserve. Whether you bring together a coven of power or spin a web of drama for yourselves is entirely up to you and what you use your magical knowledge for. There’s another thing you need to understand. Just because we’re initiates of the same tradition, it doesn’t mean we owe you. We are sorry if some of you lack the training to understand that as ‘hidden children’ (if we want to stick to the jargon), outside of a properly cast circle you do not need, nor have the right to demand we make our identities public. Clearly, not knowing unsettles you because you cannot know for sure who is watching, who is the mole, who to point the finger to and start mobbing. Is that not so? Is that not what you regularly do to people who take a stand to your bullshit? Well, I’m afraid you are going to have to suffer, and if you scapegoat the wrong person and cause them any harm, you will have to live with that indelible stain on your karmic record. So, may you always think before you wag your tongue and do stupid things.

When your mind pops off the hinges, don’t go wagging your fingers at others. You are the supposed ‘adept’ and ‘teacher’ and should know how to look after your life. Instead of trying to control the lives of 1*, make sure you have your own life under control. Stop blaming what goes wrong in your life on nincompoops. They are not the ones bringing the craft in disrepute. You attract them with your own spiritual sales techniques, so what do you expect?

So, we’re back to what was mentioned at the beginning of this article. In the end, witches like Sorita who use their personal dramas to fish for sympathy and posture as victims to boost their following and business may project a convincing illusion of witches and may look the part but are essentially nothing more than fraudulent parasites.

Not everything that looks like gold is gold and vice-versa, there’s a lot of coarse gold out there, that doesn’t look anything like gold and yet, it’s a treasure hidden in plain sight. So you need to learn to mine the gold. It’s harder work but carries less risk of being fooled by unscrupolous traders.

Magical practioners see right through them and their slippery arguments. We know they all fancy themselves as tricksters but they take themselves far too seriously and that’s a tell-tale sign, you’re dealing with someone who is full of shit.

For someone boasting five spirits to do the job for her, she’s having a hell of a difficult time and doesn’t she spend a lot of time and energy swinging between euphoric announcements and angry remarks at people on her social media. Here below she was ranting about yet more DRAMA. It could almost be a joke: How many spirits does Sorita D’Este needs to change a light bulb? Five…with a guiding hand from Aaron Leitch pointing her to the light at the end of the tunnel.

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Five spirits to do the job for her and she can’t even of something sensible to say when she calls the Daily Mail to beg them for an interview.

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“I had to say something interesting ;-)” – she did it for personal reason. Strapped for cash? And then she wonders!!!! Then she whines about cyber-bullying and people attacking. You’re talking shit every time you open your mouth, what do you expect?

You get the impression that spirits don’t like her either. Why would Hecate have allowed Adele to ‘steal’ Sorita’s friends if she were, as Sorita alleged, misusing her name? Adele must have done something right OR better than Sorita, to get away with nearly ruining Hecate’s Chief Priestess’ life. And who the fuck is Sorita anyway to presume she can dictate to a goddess whose worship She ought to accept and who qualifies in her presence? Now that Adele is in Her retinue, what would she expect Hecate to do? Punish her? LOL, Hecate will probably send Adele back to haunt her for the rest of her days. Sorita could not vituperate on Adele when she was in life. She got a fleeting moment of release when she found out she died but because she had not been able to vindicate herself against her in life, she lost the ground to vilify her in death.

Sorita should really start paying more attention. She’s a terrible judge of character with the habit of projecting her own shortcomings (lies, envy and anger) on others and seriously underestimate those she tries to manipulate. She’s so desperate to be number One, it seems even the Saviouress has forsaken her and moved on to greener pastures.

Correct us if we’re wrong, in the early summer last year, there was no goddess to protect Sorita when mid-invocation she fell 10 feet backwards and came closed to impaling herself on a fence. And yet, since that morning Sorita had been posting a stream of photographs picturing Sekhmet and various Egyptian goddesses at the rate of a minute apart from each other, with veiled threats vaguely directed at mysterious enemies and her usual hullabalooney elogies to Artemis/Hecate. She dropped hints after hints of what a grandiose, historical ritual she was about to part-take.

April 2019, was significant for Loki’s Gazette too and since the very beginning of the year things just came together of their own accord. You don’t find a horse’s skull on a sandy beach every day and that was in February, not long after we took repossession of our blog. That finding brought us all together in London for a whole three months straight, through more last minute machinations of Fate. So much went on, we were literally cackling like witches at the thought none of our ‘friends’ would ever imagine in their wildest dreams, we’d get THAT amount of free time from the vicisstudes of life to dedicate to intense magical work. It took us by surprise too. That’s the beauty of flowing with the tide and listening/responding to the call. Trusting your inner contacts.

So we saw what was going on over a ritual interlude while having a cup of tea with chocolate buscuits, and we were cackling our socks off. What is this woman up to!!!You know, when you can honestly see someone losing her marbles online. It was difficult to unsee and run wild with the imagination while taking the piss. Who knows how things really work, and how much of that contributed but we went back into ritual we still could not hold a straight face, and at one point one of us boomed “Oh will you just drop it and fuck off!” And we did. We dropped on a heap on the floor holding our bellies until we were so exhausted and got her out of our system. And that was it. We decided to close and sleep it off or go for a walk. It was afternoon. So three of us walked up to a cafe at a local park and next thing one pulls out the phone and says “OMG” about ten times at least.

Grandiose ritual indeed, as it turned out.

Can you imagine? Dropping from a height and coming close to impaling herself on a fence was shocking but what really sent a chill through our spine was all that crowing on Facebook that had gone on since the morning. Those posts came close to be her last famous words.

Before anyone starts reading into this, a) it could purely coincidential, b) there was no deliberate intention on our part to deliberately cause harm to anybody. We were definitely possessed because we do not use drugs, nor we drunk any alcohol. So, that was food for thought. Yes we took the piss and delighted ourselves in doing so. You know, those images below easily pop into the mind and if you met Sorita, her body language, her voice just come to life in your head. There was a lot of discussion that came from this, from what can cause a deity to have it in with someone (we had an idea but we can’t say it here), how you manage the ‘logos’ aspect during possession – what if we had been angry instead of piss-taking? Do you mediate whatever comes through or try to control it? Whose responsibility is it then if somebody does get harmed? There was a lot of thought about the nature of the force coming through – horse skull being a bit of a centre-piece – it’s connection to the realm of the dead and how far does a deity’s domain extends and to what functions?

And so, in sequential order: from praying to the bark to defiantly throwing your hands to the sky while standing on the edge of a drop – a few samples of what had us in fits of laughter.

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Then a week later Sorita went on that holiday in Rhodes (?) she had scrounged off her fans by asking for donations towards it. Come on! WTF! Pay for your own holiday. People work Monday to Friday and some even at weekends (some of your fans live in countries with shit pay: Greece, Bulgaria, Brazil, to mention a few). You live in a country that allows you to live on welfare and get up at your own leisurly time. Do your fans know how much you rake in Disability Allowance? You bang on social justice this, social justice that, BUT you still ask people to take their bread out their mouth and give it to you, to send you on holiday, cause YOU need a holiday. They can probably just about afford to put food on the table but YOU need a holiday in the sun. WHO – THE – FUCK – ARE – YOU? Why don’t you find yourself a sugar daddy, a job, an occupation as an escort and pay for it yourself?  Come on, Hecate Ennodia. You could be walking your talk, pay her due sacrifice while raising funds.

And TA-DAAAA!!!!! The Saviouress delivered her just to the holiday resort befitting those who fall foul of the gods, just as in Dante’s infernal circles. WHOOOAAAAAA! Take in that smell of decay and that vision of the things to come!

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But it wasn’t over yet. The weather was going riot, thunderstorms all across Europe, holes opening up in cloudy skies over London, and there was that lighning bold hitting the Parthenon. AHHHH, we couldn’t help it? To whom do your thoughts go when something like that happens?

Less than a month later, Sorita is in Bulgaria visiting her congregations of disciples. On a sunny day while strolling back from a sacred site (was it a cave?) side by side with one of her disciples, the hammer of Thor fell upon her with a blessing worth of Hrungnir…

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And so, one more time…………………………………………………..

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Naomi is right. You really shouldn’t be toying with Loki because you could literally split a hernia laughing, but we highly doubt her knowledge of him stretches beyond the Marvel movies and Neil Gaimann books on Norse mythology.

Anyway, if that ain’t the gods trying to tell you something, we don’t know what is! Especially, since as Sorita says “I have a dislike of the dead.”

So, you’re not a prostitute (an Ennodian type) standing at the crossroads…too precious for that, you have a problem dealing with what your Goddess may have apportionioned you with in life, you’re too vegan to give Her honey, eggs, a bit of blood and a puppy now and again, you don’t like feeling like an outcast but constantly complain of being a victim, you go mad when a church goes up in flames and pagans think there are more important issues in this world to grieve about. You are very indicting on pagans with 9 to 5 jobs who do not stand to profit from their religion as you do.

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…..so what we would like to know is:

a) What exactly do you do for Hecate (beside taking selfies in front of Greek Temples)? Tell us, what do you give Her that they don’t?

Most religious followers are in denial of the business side of paganism and witchcraft. When they defend their gurus all they see is the spiritual illusion they project but you are specifically talking of a ‘lifestyle’ business.

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Is that to what you reduce your followers’ beliefs and spirituality? Ok. Forget the followers. Your Hecate. Lifestyle? Is that it??? A business commodity? How cynical.

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Open to the public: Just a lifestyle for sale.

We are magicians. We do not profane the sacred like you do. While we appreciate each individual’s freedom to interpret and use their religion as they see fit, to people like us you are nonetheless the lowest of scum.

How a SJ ‘priestess’ who dislikes the dead can nonetheless exploit for her own profit a mentally fragile and vulnerable victim of domestic abuse and portray her story of violence which led her to neglect (no judgement on the woman here) and murder of her baby son as a devotional act to Hecate. This is what you promote as part of your lifestyle business. How healthy and uplifting.

The following excerpts are taken from “Her Sacred Fires, 2010, pp.165-170, Avalonia Publishing”

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As the ‘Chief Priestess of Hecate” does this story not leave you feeling (even just a tiny little bit) like a hypocritical piece of shit whenever you kick off like a Princess on the Pea about what in comparison are trivialities you constantly complain about? Clearly not. You’re a business woman. So long as it’s not your life being ruined, you don’t give a shit.

 

c) Given your ability to find a way to profit from the vulnerable and their dead but you’re nowhere near as squeamish if they bring you money or in Adele’s case cursing those in Her Retinue with a second death or ever pay them any homage for the money they put in your pocket? Clearly not. Hecate is just a prop for a lifestyle stupid! Don’t you think that if she were capable of any real magic we wouldn’t be here publishing all this on her?

So how you will interpret what happened to Sorita in the Spring 2019 will depend very much whether you perceive paganism/witchcraft/occult as another lifestyle of our times or have any real magical/religious value for you.

Either way, what she posts and deletes reflects a mind on the brink of insanity – something like Hecuba (?) Off that cliff, both figuratively and literally.

The gods have been known to strike with insanity (as opposed to physical death) those they do not favour and to orchestrate their downfall when offended.

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So good luck Sorita, and may Hecate always empty the full measure of Her entire store of blessings upon you and your lifestyle business.

In the light of the above and to sum it up, let’s see what were the real issues Sorita had with Adele. She talks of ‘generosity‘ and ‘freebies‘. How could Adele undermine her lifestyle business like that? Ironically, she also states ‘the truth of your deeds are known‘ and that she purified the world she lived in  – a witchy-pagan Disney fantasy bubble – the same she claims those who don’t buy into her life-style business live in.

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Then, because Sorita is after all addressing people who believe Hecate is real, she has the impudent hypocrisy to charge Adele with the words “The Goddess whose name you misused to gain the trust of my friends” (of  who she thinks of as ‘customers’ more like)…..

“Adele…You’ve stolen my friends. HOW DARE YOU!”

……….at which we say FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU SORITA. FUCK YOU and FUCK you Christo-bullshit on behalf of every pagan witch and magician whose gods and sincere vocation you’ve been shitting on and debased for all these years for your lifestyle business.

 

 

Loki and two sugars please

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Oh dear Sharon!

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

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

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

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

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So much that, to begin with….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Hear, hear the mouth of wisdom!

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

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

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

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

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

How familiar….

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And how the protests fall on Alexandrian ears…

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“Please shut the fuck up!”

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

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

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

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

Keep smiling.

Sleep well.

No wet dreams guys ‘n girls.

 

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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