Confessions of an American Witch

When I was exposed to the radioactive horrors of ministry training under other religions, I was taught a basic truth: There is a never a good time to start a project. Or a church.  And I need a ritual. But Khari only wants a drumming.  Still as a minister (with a license--piece of paper signed be Maggie Moonstone--Yule priest) with an art studio's back patio, I have space to do a separate event. Magick! Or treason.  No, seriously, the UU (Unitirian-Univerisalist) Church we were renting space from, had events downstairs, when the Amber Power Twins were doing Runic Circles and drumming upstairs above them. Then, I "the starving college journalist ministry student" would raid the remains of the buffet table. No, not student--never student--kitchen help. No, don't let my library fool you; I was a high school dropout.  Forced by black magick and a business partner into decisions that I did not completely take of my own free will. Oh, this had been the first person in my l...

A core concept that is hard baked into the magick systems of Golden Dawn (whatever the flavor), Thelema, and ceremonial witchcraft is the idea that our rituals happen not only here on Earth, but also on other planes of existence as we perform to empower them. The so-called astral planes.  This idea can be found in our Theosophy ancestor (gag), the Cipher Manuscript, the work of Mathers and Westcott, Crowley and Regardie, as well as modern writers like Cicero and Zalewski. Hence one of my teachers claiming exclusive rights to the idea is CRAZY.  Yeah, I was kicked out of Hermetic Golden Dawn publicly by a Third Order blessed teacher on Facebook in 2016, for not sending ALL MY STUDENTS to Mister Golden Native for his Special Training in Godform Laying and Other Blessed by Secret Chief Teachings. Can I just say that as an actual Third Order member of a Thelemic AA system from the 80s and 90s, I find his claims of being a Hermetic Third Order contact to be insulting? No? Damn. I h...

 I will admit that it has been a rough week for me. And not just because of the garden. No, it is not simply the memory of my father talking about grandchildren while we were working; or my personal investment in the future (minimum at best, I am short termer). No, the whole neighborhood plots against me to remind of my sins. Yeah, my neighbor across the street got a new roof. Right across the street--in full view of me. Yep, right in full view. The father living with his daughter and granddaughter, got a new roof this week. Hammering, sawing, general noise. Might have freaked out some poor Mexican workers out at one point when they saw Richard the Skeleton (Halloween can't come soon enough for witches)--his daughter laughed when she saw the cause of the freak out. I am not sure what she told them, but they seem to calm down. Probably something along the lines of "Morgan's a mental patient--he should be in the asylum." Of course, looking at their roof--I still think t...

 For those of you have missed Denver weather, it's thunder and heavy rain today.  But ha, Mother Nature, I outwitted you--I got my wife to get the plants in the ground before spring monsoon season started. We win! And Selene, Khari's friend's safe in the studio for her Teacher Approval Test. Khari has been helping her study all season.  It's raining cats and dogs.

Some of my more judgemental readers will wonder why I would allow a daughter to be raised by Mormons. After all, I am pretty liberal. I am addicted to soda; use THC, due to pain issues (twenty years, restaurant--blew out my back). Oh, and I am an American Witch. A sworn initiate of both Thelemic AA and Hermetic Golden Dawn. Freedom. So why would I allow my baby girl be raised by savages?!? Maybe, I should explain that joke. Or not. Oh, hell--I am a blogger.  Thanks to my Baby Momma.  Yeah--there's a story.  But first, a garden update: I might be having Anger Management Issues since returning from the Underworld. Just saying. I was moving dirt. Working on the "Hell Hole." Or the "Fairy Offering Hole." Or the "Cheap grave that Khari going to dump my body in." What?! Anyways, while the neighbors were preparing for a party, I might have went from singing a song about Pirate Jenny to whaling on a tree stump like it was a zombie, or vampire, returning from t...

If my Secret Mormon Wife and Daughter are reading this, I want it on record that I am trying to be a better human being. Instead of stressing out when Khari, my "legal" wife, came home. annoyed that DPS payroll had messed up--I declared that it was a Garden Day. Yeah, I am a monk. Yes, Khari had to call the bank twice already to get charges reversed (because we are living paycheck to paycheck, like everyone else in America), borrow money for gas, and could not get groceries on the way home. But the money was in the account by the time that I learned about it, so I was a monk.  Let's go get something to eat; then go to Home Depot, and buy heavy bags of mulch and plants. That way, you can play in the dirt--and feel better. After all, the boxes are built.  Yeah, I saw no need to wreck my day. I took my migraine meds. Sat on my angry luggage.  I have been wrestling all week with a Secret Mormon Daughter. Her Denver Public School payroll problem was a barely a blip on my radar...

Bast Temple's new little grape vine. Recently, May 10th--the 58th birthday of a beloved Wiccan teacher of mine, Cassandra Ravenspell--who passed a few years ago, me and Khari brought a grape vine at the Denver Bontanic Garden Annual Plant Sale. One of my mentor's tricks was shopping the sale, a tactic that my ghost mentor reminded me of earlier in the year while gardening. My wife, Khari, was out of town. Small town Republican Christian town Nebraska.  Me stuck in Denver. Her father dying. Parkerson's. I can feel him going. He has guilt. Her stepdad did not give her the same level of attention as some of his other children, and he might have some regrets that are manifesting in the astral plane. And Khari, being Material Girl, is manifesting it in "Khari World 24/4 365." Which means that my New Year's Fire Snake Prophet Return From Hell Plan was abandoned on Day Seven of this year, I kid you not, for Material Girl to take over and seize my life "again...

 Much to my surprise and horror, I have to take the damn oath of a Chief Adept on Day C. Unless someone shows up either to my house on June 14th 2025, or June 21st 2025, and rescues me. By saying, "I am more qualified, or at least qualified enough to teach Khari to be Hierophant of an Egyptian Golden Dawn ceremonial lodge." Any takers? Please? Anyways, Khari's determined to have an Outer Order later after her Garden of Doom Project is in the ground, so I am going to have to be a Boy Scout--Be Prepared. Sigh. Damn it. Didn't get a single date in, before getting thrust back into Forbidden to Date by Virtue of Exalted Office category. Meanwhile, Khari's part-time; she's polyamourous still.  We will be only initiating during select months during the year, due to Khari's day-job as "Third in the Building." It's a small pre-school, and the work is RC. Families and kids. However, there has always been an urge on my part to write a series of lessons,...