Sorita D’Este

They say imitation is the highest form of flattery

 

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Can you believe it? Sorita D’Este has given herself to the use of memes to let her social media followers know she’s been receiving satanic curses by email for not providing information about a certain goddess quick enough.

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It makes you wonder where she might have got such originality from? First time for everything eh?

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AWWWW SORITA!!!!!………………………………………………………………………………………….

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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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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.

 

 

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

Trickster’s Day: Piercing the veil of reality

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

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

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

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

This cunt here, Darren…

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

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

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

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

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

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She asks…

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Improving on the lamentations of a distraught Alexandrian

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

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

Shakespeare wasn’t finished. His King Lear thundered,

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

But let’s go on reading and rectifying this bullshit

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

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

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

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

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Geraldine Oxenham on Maxine Sanders

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

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Your average wiccan ‘witch’

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shit does tend to attract flies, Sorita.

Now, listen to this….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yes, many,’ I supplied.

‘Then you have your answer.’

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

An Evening with Maxine Sanders 

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

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

 

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

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

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Wild witches’s response to Alexandrian elitism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oh, just fuck off!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I’m left wondering…..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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O.K….Have it your way Sharon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Magic cannot be taught.

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

Pathetic.

Fuck that shit.

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

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

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

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

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

What a healthy bunch!

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

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

Wrong.

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

This much seriously to be precise.

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

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

(Sigh!…………………..)

Reality check as a prelude to the next bit

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

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

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

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

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

Let’s all get rich while we can.

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

 

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

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Until one day….

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

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85% buyers of his bullshit are non-practitioners.

What of the remaining 15%? Presumably all Alexandrians.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s also not true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Glastobury’s toils and troubles

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In our opinion that’s new age wankers for you and Glastonbury (like any other site close to some Pagan attraction) has become a virulent haunting ground, like the special fruitcake in the grip of yet another hysterical episode of which she has become quite renown for quoted here below.

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There’s a good probability the spirits of the land have had enough of this all year round pantomime and bumping things up a bit to drive you all insane. Clearly, it wouldn’t happen if the people would live in balance with the good folk of those lands but alas everyone has their own self-serving agenda and keeps bringing in beings and powers, strifes of their own, their shitty unrequited healing, none of which pertains with those spirits and disturb their peace. I can’t think of a place more spiritually polluted than Glastonbury and yeah, the byproduct of the Occult Conference confirmed it has reached critical levels. For all the grand titles in the magical mecca and proficiency in welsh, can’t any of you fucking read the simplest of signs? The good folk are telling you to fuck off and take you manby-pamby foreign pseudo cults for millenials with you. You feel the connections. Obviously they don’t feel connected to you. You’ve all overstayed your welcome and proved to be disrespectful guests who took advantage of their hospitality and gone a step too far. Now you get what your arrogance deserves.

Burying the hatchet in Sintra. Pah! That’s another place where pagan tourists from the United Cunts of America are taking liberties. Let’s see how long before the earth spits it out in contempt and flips it back full frontal to the face of the one who put it there.

Oh, we’re not attacking anyone, merely translating the message to those who are too dense or caught up in their cosmic navel gazing to understand.

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Non compos mentis sophisticated tripe

That cringing moment in the occult community, when a self-absorbed media wiccan fears her center-stage is being compromised but thinks she’s come up with a really smart retort to elicit ‘likes’,

“I am not interested in the ongoing dramas of small-minded nincompoops who want to be famous because they had an initiation somewhere from someone. “Initiation” simply implies a new start – and if you want it to be magical and spiritual, your work will speak for itself.

Unless you do something with it, Initiation is not special – and you remain in the first stage, katharsis – with no hope of ever reaching telete – let alone epopteia…. (go and google that 😉 ) ” – Sorita D’Este

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The average new age poodle won’t have the faintest of what she’s on about and will be frantically googling in search of definition. But Sorita thrives on impressing her fans with flamboyant displays of word porn.

“Oh my goddess, you are so intelligent Sorita!” – they squeal while drooling and masturbating over her latest Facebook status.

Will the tripe they are about to write match up to Sorita’s and get her ‘like’? Maybe if they impress her enough with depth of spiritual understanding  as well as unconditional devotion they might stand a chance of getting invited to stay at her house and babysit for free her autistic son while she tends her poisonous herbs garden. Ah, what a privilege that would be!

“That’s not fair they are going to think that is all Greek – actually it is all Greek!But katharsis has come to mean so much more than it originally did in its mother tongue – epopteia might be the first but telete is just down right sneaky as you know it can mean 3 things only one of which is slightly about initiations (the other 2 are spirit and orgies) – – tricky tricky tricky…

To initiate something means to begin -so they are only just beginners – so just ask them to show what they can do or have done – not to tell you about it – Pythagorean initiates were not permitted to speak for a year – we should really make this a requirement more often.”  – @ Shambhallah Awareness Centre

…but no, they’re being ignored. No likes for you this time. You’re not Shamballah enough for this precious high priestess of the greek chtnonic mysteries with the direct phone line to the great Hekate.

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Try again next time. The babysitting vacancy is currently filled by a man-hating feminist at the service of population control (which can’t be a bad thing).  Maybe if only your name was JSK and you were worth rubbing shoulders with because your books make you look like a novice…or maybe threaten suicide or something.  Sorita is the great expert and connossieur of what constitutes legitimate new age bullshit, just as Justin Bieber is to music. She’s a qualified quack  herbalist. She will heal you the way real professionals can’t, go up to Devon for one of her mighty conjurations and think of you as she paddles in the sea. Then striking her signature pose arms spread out to her side and flashing smile for her Facebook fans, she will release a paper boat on the water and hand over your troubles to the bitter sea.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to run to the bathroom and vomit.