Confessions of an American Witch

Some of my readers may have noticed that I no longer post to Facebook, or any other social media; you may thank my youngest biohazard of a sister for that, very much.  She's the one that started my 2024 off with the following commandment: "Please refrain from sending letters and your wiccan rituals . I do not need to be sent wiccan rituals as I am a wiccan and a witch. We are not family. You have made that clear on numerous occasions. I do not want you to have any contact with myself or my children." Then failed to defriend me on Facebook, understandable--given that emergencies can happen, so backdoor channels should not be burned--but suddenly started to be the First Post every day in my Facebook feed for a week straight. Yeah, seven days. First post. And it always "A real friend helps you smile on a rainy day." Then I look in the comment section, and her friends are asking who pissed her off today. Each and every day. All seven days. I wish I kid. So she's...

Given how much of my former life was consumed by the Golden Dawn, especially the Hermetic and Rosicrucian Knighthood branches, my planned silence on this blog might need to be explained; just in case, I still have any friends in those exalted halls. Doubtful. First, there is the little fun fact that I have been convicted of black magick three times. Yeah, three times. By people who are not of my religion. By Christians, Freemasons, and members of Golden Dawn Orders other than the one I swore my Oath to. Yeah, three times, I have been convicted. For things that are ethical, legal, and standard practice in Wicca and witchcraft. Oh, these people claim to respect the beliefs of others. Sin, I did. Second, I was tired of not being able to hit people with a frying pan for correcting me.  Especially when those individuals had never even brought a Golden Dawn book in their entire life, truly read one, took a class, or successfully cast a Lesser Ritual yet. I had been born into magick and w...