If you need to contact me (Sorry no longer online) thanks little sister Justice 42 Project

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 all False Positivity.

Suddenly, I understood why this little sister who was raised solely by my mentally-ill mother after the death of my father (sis was only one year old when he was killed) was so unsuccessful. It wasn't bad luck. It was oversight. It was that she was my mother. 

In public, nice. In private, could be the devil incarnate. Coin flip there. Bipolar, maybe.

Personally, I am on meds, and medical grade pot (I live in Denver, Colorado--where it's legal; therefore, as an American Witch . . . ) which weakened my demon quite a bit. 

The night that I apologized for all the horrible things that I had done over the years to Khari was the night that I realized how much being mentally-ill all my life had damaged my relationships. Thanks for meds; but I really needed the extra goddess of THC to set me free enough of the demon that was riding alongside me, to gain the sunlight I needed to grow (if that makes any sense at all). Please note, I am still processing an 2024 incident. 

Anyways, once I saw that my sister was the first post in my Facebook feed, I realized that the only way that I could fulfill her demand for no contact was to leave Facebook. 

If my jealous little sister wants social media that much, she can have it. 

I have this blog. And a publisher account with Draft-to-Digital. About to get back on Amazon. (He-he.) Oh, and there's the "post office only newsletter." Food plenty.

Okay, some might not have a way to get a message to me. Because they don't know the ancient art of sending smoke signals. My wife, Khari, teaches a class in ancient Egypt military smoke messaging. You laugh. She has a "burning yard waste" fetish. 

Sorry, bad joke. But I dare you Denverites to walk up to Khari at one of the drumming and make a joke based on that to amuse me (proving that she never reads the blog).

I figure that a lawyer will always be able to get to me at my postal address:

Morgan Drake Eckstein (or my legal name, if you know it; or the Temple name, this is archive business); 2727 N. Cook St., Denver, CO 80205.

That's right, boys and girls. At the moment, I am not checking my email. I am on vacation from social media. No one remembers the last time that I picked up a phone, except that it was some time around the end of my last Coven Divorce. The silence is scary, right?

And it should be. Unfortunately, I am still on track to do the Justice 42 Project. 

What's the Justice 42 Project? It's using the Forty-two Judges from the Negative Confession part of the Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead ("Coming into the Light") to bring Justice, if needed (and only, if needed) down on President Donald Trump. 

The reason that I might have resigned from both the Thelemic and Hermetic versions of Golden Dawn recently. At least, from the Outer Orders. Oath Breaker. Black magick.

I was told (convicted) during Trump One that casting a Wiccan binding spell on the President was black magick. And a violation of my Hermetic Golden Dawn oaths.

I am about to be an Oath Breaker again. If a binding is bad, what will Justice get me?

And to be clear, I do understand the fullness of my upcoming crime in esoteric terms.

The Forty-Two Judges are the hidden Quantum DNA that underlie the whole "Three Order System" of Golden Dawn and Thelema. The only godforms that appear in all of the initiation rituals. That a little fun fact. Which makes using them interesting. 

It's like that game show, "Are you smarter than a pumpkin?" I mean, "Neophyte."

And instead of "smarter," I might mean "purer," or more "Spiritual." Or "Something?"

Look, no one really can measure what Thelema and Hermetics really install. Or any brand of Golden Dawn for that matter. Egyptian Wicca--we know that something's there, but until Star Trek science invents the meter, you got to have faith that we are real.

But if Egyptian Wicca Golden Dawn does not exist, then Three Co-Chiefs of a Temple ("Lodge" for you, old folks) shooting the President with forty-two bullets of Astral Initiation (blame Kitchen Sink for getting me to think about that one), reloading thirteen times to make sure the process is complete--what? How many Grades are possible?!?

I apologize. When I originally created the spell, it was not meant for the President. 

No, I was creating it as "Yule gift" for my jealous sister. I am not just a witch. Surprise!

And then my wife, realizing why I resigned from Golden Dawn (to nuke my sister--that I had been planning this since the second week of the year), my dear wife, took my toy away from me. To save me from myself. Also to stamp her brand on the new look of the lodge. Thanks about a rebrand. "Egyptian Wicca. With a dose of Norse." But I am sad.

Because I really wanted to nuke her. My sister. Oh, you are better than me. Really?

Fine, let's see you survive the entire weight of the Thelemic and Hermetic Golden Dawn, all fourteen Grades (real and theory), all at once, can you handle it, as the superior.

But my wife rushed the spell forward to Samhain (not Yule), and switched targets.

Her first act as Hierophant and Chief Adept after I threw her the keys, screaming that I wanted nothing to do with the job anymore (after my return from Hell, and a death of a friend--2024 was rough), was to go send Forty-Two Hell-Hounds on Donald Trump. 

Oh, we can laugh. It didn't work. It was me and Khari. We were short a witch. 

And what are the chances that we will get one in the window we have left.

Which why I am moving on to Option B, which is telling you about the spell. Evil. Right?

Sooner or later, three angry citizens will have the right timing and bang, President, Forty-Two Judges, Negative Confession, imagine Donald Trump saying some of those lines. 

As a Neophyte, dressed in black, while you are holding above his head, a sharp sword.

"Hail, Neb-Ma'at, coming from the city of Ma'ati, I have not played the part of gossiper."

If this was part of the Neophyte Oath, you would blasted him already. Like Thor. 

"Hail, Ma-Antef, coming out from Per-Menu, I have not lain with the wife of another man."

Just the man that you want around, if your Order practices sex magick, I assume.

But if you can only memorize one evil verse to guide through these damn awful times with planes falling out of the skies, comfort yourself with the fact that we know the verse that the President seeks most not to say, because we missed a verse on Launch Night. 

Yeah, me, Khari, Edgar (Substitute Head--Parapsychology Experiment Monkey 42), somehow during the writing of the Prompt Book, missed writing down one of the verses.

So on the night of the play, the soon-to-be President, the poppet Donny, didn't say one of the lines of the Negative Confessions. We thinks that it might be an omen. Maybe.

We would question the poppet. But there was an accident. Involving fire. Maybe, Khari.

Anyway, here the special verse to say whenever, you are really mad at Donald Trump:

"O Possessor of Faces who came forth from Nedjefet, I have not been impatient."

Yeah, and my job in the future will be to bring you the original Ancient Egyptian words to say that in, as well as useful hexing tips. Remember, we are not binding him. It's Justice.