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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

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.

 

 

It’s all about Alexandrian privilege

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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Then they go on camera to say….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loki’s Gazette knows it.

Maxine knows it.

Christian Day knows it.

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

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

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Consumerism and the witch

Fresh from the social media department, we’ve had news of Sarah Ann Lawless directing witches to the Holiday Shopping Guide for the Modern Mystic and Witch.

Aha! Just add Modern before Mystic and Witch and here you have it, a politically correct way to address Millennial spiritual consumers.

She chirped and thrilled: “Very cool to have my shop ‘Fern and Fungi’ (shouldn’t have been Fungai?) mentioned along with other botanical wizards in this witchy gift guide.

Ah the Holiday season: botanical wizards to one side, consumers waving their cash on the other.

Now you see what mysticism and witchcraft have been reduced to – a mass market for the instant gratification of the identity conscious.

Perhaps that’s how authentic witchcraft proposes to slip through the fingers of the unworthy.  Just provide the masses with a Land of Boobies, ample distractions to keep them busy and give them that feeling of belonging they cannot find through lack of self-disciplined application. Nobody wants to be taught anymore, certainly not the Pinocchio  generations. Once their bellies are full of junk and satiated, they won’t be searching further any time soon, so knowledge can remain safely hidden and at the same time purses will tingle with the gold of fools and coffers overflow to build corporate empires for the master puppeteers.

Crafty! Crafty indeed!

Still you should be warned that there are those who prey on human weaknesses and would be only too glad to assist you along the path of degeneration.

So let’s put this bee in the ears of readers and stand back to watch, for how long will it take millennials to realise they are being deliberately conned, derailed and exploited by ‘wizards’ to whom the Craft never quite opened its doors to them in the first place?

Thirty plus years going around the block and never needed to buy anything from anyone. Plants grow even in your local area. All you need is an eye to spot them and just get off your arse to create your own magic. If you really have to shop, do it intelligently and work the spell of saving yourself cash. Learn to make your own products. The internet is full of free resources and stop make excuses about lack of time.

Millennials would do better organising themselves into treasure hunting bands and give themselves the education their school system has denied anyone born after the 70s.  Alternate Pinocchio with Plato before even considering diving in headfirst into any cauldron.

As for books, rare, old and new…let me whisper something in your ear. There’s a little community online, hosted in the least expected part of the world, where you can find a treasure throve of books on the occult. Some authors and book sellers, including Amazon would be shitting bricks if they knew their books are there and can be safely downloaded at zero cost, whilst they charge exorbitant prices for a fancy bookbinding.

For once, do a truly rebellious act this Holiday Season: save yourself money and fuck the consumerist machine.

 

Daily Mail delivers a puritan sermon for Halloween

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In yesterday’s Daily Mail, London based media-witch Carrie Kirkpatrick was reported to have issued Angelina Jolie with a warning against using spells to win Brad back.

In a feature article published for the newspaper’s Femail magazine – a weekly supplement aimed specifically at women – Carrie urged Angelina to stop dabbling in magic after noting the couple had a mutual tattooing session and commenting

“It was a symbolic effort to bind their marriage, but it failed because she was forcing them to stay together.” 

The first thought to come to mind was – ‘Does she know them’? And I mean actually know them in person and with the intimacy of a close family member or confidant.

The second question was – ‘Did they specifically contacted her for advice or is she using them as a pretext to draw attention to herself and her trade?

Third – what message was being subtly conveyed to women? Is the desire of finding a solution to retain the integrity of marriage really become more unvirtuous than to give up and let go when the going gets tough? Do relationship breakdowns warrant the encroachment from outsiders on individual privacy? Would the public be influenced to superimpose celebrity narratives on their own lives and seek out alternative methods to confront and deal with emotional turmoil when a relationship hits the rocks or is over?

I’m reflecting on the article from with the outlook of someone who wiccans like Kirkpatrick castigated me for being a bad influence, too left hand path and walking out on their shitty initiatory tradition at a time when being left hand path, flouncing and renouncing was not yet in vogue.

Of course, Wicca is just another soporific farm for the human animal unfit for the unpredictability of wilderness but there were some formative lessons in it, like not dropping the guard around peddlers of false beliefs who claim there’s a price for everything and anyone who uses the word ‘ego’ against another while wearing tinfoil goddess crowns and stag antlers on their head.

The first magical rule of the thumb for any magical practitioner is ‘to know’ or open their eyes.  To know is the temptation of the Eden serpent. Eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge. And how else would anyone sink their teeth in its fruit if not by breaking the rules? The wiccan interpretation is buy every latest occult release, skim through it, shelve it, write about how many books you own on social media, listen to what your favourite big name Poohbah witch tells you to do, obey and repeat what they tell you like a parrot.  This latter is merely an illusion of knowledge. You cannot pass knowledge and wisdom. You cannot obtain it from another. You must break rules, taboos, boundaries of your own accord and will.  I can appreciate there are enough contraindications to put  most people off from even entertaining the thought in their imagination. That’s why the Craft, the Mark of Cain is not for everyone – which is to be respected. We’re not all born equal. Kirkpatrick and Jolies are not equal. One is an overweight single mother struggling to make ends meet as a white witch and goes to sleep alone in her North London flat at night. The other is a statuesque mother who alone could lavish on her brood and shared the bed in a lush Hollywood mansion with every woman’s wet dream. She’s got twins with the man. It doesn’t matter if they split as a couple. Their kids have forever bound them for life.

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So, what motivates the Carrie Kirkpatricks of this world in wanting to benevolently step in with celebrity advice and share on a national newspaper a Hathor spell for Halloween?  For the uninitiated pagan enthusiast, Hathor represents a benevolent goddess of love from Ancient Egypt. Its destructive aspect is brushed under the carpet of omission to lure the reader into buying in the belief that by carrying out the spell as suggested, they will safely dip into the pool and bring the right person along in a neat placebo effect. There is no danger for the uninitiated reader to accidentally summon Hathor and open any portal to the ortherworld (even at Halloween) but it will give them the illusion of doing so just the same, from the safety of their playpen. Then they will search Carrie Kirkpatrick online wanting for more, find Psychic TV, book a tarot reading session, attend a workshop and so on and so forth. Spiritual counselling can be an endorphins releasing degenerative drug as addictive and intoxicating as pornography.  It preys on the emotionally sick and spiritually lost from any social class and walks of life. One dose and they won’t be able to take a shit before turning another tarot card. That’s how Psychic chat-lines can afford £150 a week advertising space whilst also paying wages to staff and upkeeping business utilities. Carrie Kirkpatrick knows the potential of the market out there.

 

The pretence of knowledge coupled with a few witchy credentials published in the national media are the hook, line and sink she needs to give her business a seasonal boost. One man’s despair is another man’s cash.

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Carrie Kirkpatrick warns Angelina Jolie

As with all the people we view from afar, we actually know nothing about the nature of Pitt and Jolie’s break up from what’s being reported in the media nor we know their true personalities.

Unless we are intimately close to the person we are trying to advise or warn, there are going to be severe limitations to what we can perceive of the larger picture.  Generally speaking, the impressions that come from the media become fixed in the minds of people like astral thought forms – although based on an illogical leap fueled by gossip and innuendo – and feel as real as any relationship that might have been experienced first-hand.

And so, in true fairytale fashion, the universal story that society adopts brands its characters as they step into the limelight: evil temptress seduces handsome prince and tries to hold him prisoner with magical filters; handsome prince fights the monster disguised as a beutiful woman. The illogical suggestion on which Carrie Kirkpatrick constructs her first her argument and then her publicity, could be summarised as such: Brad and Jennifer Aniston were happy until crazy Angelina seduced him with dark magic. She has a weird relationship with her family, and she broke up with Billy Bob because she was too strange even for him. Therefore, Brad and Angelina were never meant to last; Brad realised she’s weird and dangerous and once he’ll break away he will live happily ever after. The moral of her story sprays toxic smoke on all that has been known from the dawn of mankind. So nothing is fair in love and war; worry about how others might see you; never try to save your marriage; deny and repress your feelings, become something you’re not, put your hopes in the willy-nilly and be grateful for accepting second best and an unlived life.

In fairytales good always triumphs over evil, which perhaps explains why an overwhelmingly majority of people believe Angelina deserves to become the crucible. The tabloids do not plant these thoughts but they simply feed on a mass delusion based on narratives we create for ourselves and are perpetuated by attention-hungry spooks.  Carrie Kirkpatrick’s warnings are heavily laced with judgemental projections towards Angelina and comes across as secretly taking pleasure in the imminent disintegration of her marriage to Brad Pitt – bringing the cauldron of schadenfreude to the boil for the Femail magazine with teasing to the surface typically ‘femail’ issues of insecurity, rivalrly, self-esteem, image and seething resentment against the lucky ones – in short, your typical client in need of psychic advice and tarot readings.

“It’s all about the sex with Angelina” continues Kirkpatrick, “and by that I mean the power she can exert over a man. This is like an elixir, the ultimate possession.”

Actually, it’s all about sex with the universe. The gods she worships fucked everything that walk, so what’s wrong with Angelina exerting power over a man? Does Carrie really think that any hot blooded male would mind taking Brad’s place if they could?

This acidity is typical of the sexually starved woman on the brink of menopause. Regular sexual activity is important for the physical and psychological wellbeing as are a  balanced diet and exercise.  It’s not enough to emasculate heterosexual males and chastise those who resist by branding them potential rapists.  We must now distrust a woman’s sexual power to attract the opposite gender and inspire desire. The woman who can effortlessly win the love of any man she sets her eyes on must be demonised, according to third wave feminist canon, for she can only do so because of black magic. And then, the paradoxical spat, as if out to break the spirit of anyone with the curiosity of giving it a try: black magic doesn’t work. What would Kirkpatrick know. She’s a white witch. A fortune teller.

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The problem with fortune tellers is that they always think they have another’s intentions all worked out, inciting people to think the worst of others then huffing, puffing and rolling their eyes as they look at their client with patronising disdain while they pull any shred of hope from under their feet, hence the black magic mumbo-jumbo when someone like Angelina refuses to go down.

In Giuseppe Tornatore’s film, Malena,  Monica Bellucci gives an accurate rendition of the female sensuality archetype which makes many women quiver with seething rage and vitriolic envy.  Malena is the story of a beautiful woman living in a village in Sicily. It is WWII and her husband is away at war. She lives alone in a remote house outside the village.  At night, she abandons herself to her fantasies and longings, dancing and dreaming in privacy…well, not so private since her young admirers are often lurking in the darkness stealing glances at her in a nightgown.
During the day she walks quietly to the village where she is ritually subjected to blatant gawking by youths and aged alike, lewd remarks and the cruel gossip of both spiteful jealous women and lustful, yet self-preserving, men. Eventually, the women of the village, fueled by their long standing jealousy for Malena, drag her out savagely into the city square. There, they furiously stab, stone, punch, shave and beat her under the silent, watchful eye of the men. In this scene, the indignance that these self-righteous, shrieking women supposedly feel towards a traitor is but a sham. It is a pretext for their jealousy and their deep-seated need to destroy someone they have always seen as a threat.

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Likewise, in her interview to the Daily Mail, Carrie Kirkpatrick (a plain, overweight, long standing singleton) drags Angelina Jolie to the dock for the sorority to project all their insecurities and hatred against a beautiful woman who may well symbolise anything from what they envy in others to a rival who seduced their lover/partner away from them. She then proceeds on smearing all sort of fabrications and speculations about her interest in the occult on Jolie’s morality and character, under the pretext of giving advice. Kirkpatrick has most likely spent long enough on the rim of the gutter to understand what threats perturb her clients and how to draw them to her.

A self-confessed soul short-changed by nature, the fortune teller has to make up for her wounds somehow, thus resorts to see villains wherever there is self-possessed beauty and power. Because they don’t have either, they must distort beauty and power and re-destribute them like alms to the poor. Suffering is no longer arbitrary and vindicated with noble purpose because the modern sing-song is that people must be soothed with what they want to hear.

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If you choose to look at their relationship objectively, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie were happy and settled with their six children over a period of 12 years.  Despite being under an almost unbearable media spotlight and under the constant pursuit by paparazzi, their careers and relationship blossomed. They both did admirable humanitarian work, with Jolie being named UNHCR goodwill ambassador in 2001. Instead of celebrating the rare success of a Hollywood couple, people allow vultures in search of media exposure to encroach on marital disputes, single out the archetypical temptress and pour all their inadequacies, frustrations and insecurities over it with the intent of instigating waves of condemnation and a mass orgy of hatred in the name of womanly sexless virtue and frigid neo-puritanism.

Carrie uses Angelina’s interest in magical practices to emphasise the moral disparity between herself and the Hollywood star. She takes the moral high ground in spite of proposing spells involving calling on a goddess who couldn’t be more far removed in culture and time from Western civilisation. Then irony of ironies, goes on to disparage Jolie as a dabbler who misappropriates talismans from other cultures and employs blood and ashes from cremated bats in the bid of binding men to herself whilst conveniently ignoring that the respectively 5 years and 12 years long relationships were anything but the one-sided caprice of a woman lacking the attributes to find love by any other means than magic. Back in 2012, Bob Thornton mused in retrospection over the end of his relationship with Angelina Jolie during an interview on ABC show, The Nightline. “I blew it because I didn’t think I was good enough for her”, he said. That’s hardly what a man bound against his will would say nine years after his divorce.

Perhaps Angelina has trained in Hoodoo/Voodoo. Perhaps not.  We are not privy of the most intimate details of her daily life. Either way, she doesn’t try to make a business out of it, so what’s it to do with anyone? When fame is of global proportions, as with Angelina and Brad, there’s no need to lean on hocus pocus to stir sensation. Besides, ancestral traditions have gained popular interest for being as notoriously low key as to have none of that load of old cobblers that weigh wiccans down.  The wagging finger is a residue of the post Satanic Panic moralising attitude Wicca developed in order to survive, which lately has started to fizzle out again in favour of ruthlessness and flashing its crotch in public, shoulder to shoulder with satanists/OTO/GD/Trads just to get back some street cred and not lose the fight of survival, this time, against the revival of ancestral practices.

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Psychic junk

“Trying to control someone else’s will, as she believes Angelina is doing with her magic, won’t work”, Carrie Kirkpatrick says in her interview.

On that note, neither did Carrie’s pretentiousness, some years ago, to silence this blog.

Carrie’s warnings to Angelina are loaded with projections, like those issued against us back then.  “May the goddess have mercy on you” – she wrote to us.  I’ve since had time to figure even her goddess likes tongue in cheek Lokeans better than any of her humble serfs who spend their lives on their knees casting spells in her name.  Carrie speaks like someone who having been scorched into accepting her Beta status even in witchcraft circles need to offload her anger and frustration on anyone she perceives to gallop their way free of reins e.g: it won’t work; you must have pure intentions; there will be consequences.

BOLLOCKS!!!!

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That’s another problem with fortune tellers and healers: they think everyone is cut of the same cloth of the average Joe that buys into their services.

Interference can take the form of ‘friendly advice’, ‘warning’, ‘guilt tripping’, ‘projections of failure’. There is absolutely no other motive, conscious or not, than to psychically compromise the integrity of will of another and take control. Not that it is any likely to reach all the way to Angelina and Brad anytime soon. It will, however reach a number of regular Daily Mail readers and among them, there will be plenty open to influence and just ripe for the harvest.

Because most of us choose to marry or live with a partner at one time or another, we may feel expert and confident in making judgements about other people’s relationships – regardless of how well we know them, if at all.  We meet a couple and quickly diagnose who is dominant and how their partnership seems to work. And in the event their relationship breaks down, we draw on the impression we’ve formed about them to diagnose the root cause of the problem or to assign blame: she took him for granted;  he never let her hang out with her friends; she’s just too outgoing for him; they never did anything together without the kids…

Of course, no matter how close we may be to another couple, we still witness only a snapshot of their relationship, and we never see how they truly function when it’s just the two of them alone, with their public guard down. Yet, with mere snippets of information and a crystal ball, there are those who give their opinion, offer advice, pronounce judgements, choose sides and use the media to draw the public in taking the same illogical leaps.  Wiccan and pagandom are rife with meddlers who are toxic to people in relationships. It’s the magic – they say.  Just imagine, to operate this way with people we actually know would be presumptuous, but to do so with couples we’ve never met is utterly delusional.

“But there’s no evidence that the two women have ever crossed paths, which means Kirkpatrick is drawing conclusions about someone she doesn’t actually know. And while this woman may be telling the gossip magazine that Jolie shouldn’t be doing “love spells,” this purported “witch” hasn’t actually conveyed that message to the star personally. And, of course, most important is the fact that all of these contentions about Jolie using “voodoo,” “magic spells” and “spiritual rituals” have no substantiation.

In fact, when Gossip Cop inquired with our contacts close to her, none of them wanted to dignify this report with an official response. That’s understandable given the aforementioned claptrap they also had to deal with earlier this year.”

Does it make much of a difference whether people are bound in parting with their money through subtle propaganda or a man is bound to a relationship with ashes of incinerated bats?  It is absurd for the pot to think it has the right to call the kettle black.

Fortunately, functional human beings know intuitively what to do most of the time and live surrounded by a network of family and friends in whom they can confide and trust. The simple fact that there are many couples who face their challenges and overcome crises on their own is testament to the human capacity to do without psychic advisors steering their boat.