Three worlds of Morgana Draconis (Why I would let someone else raise my daughter)

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 the grave, with a shovel, while screaming, "I went to Hell because I allowed my daughter to be raised by savages!" I might have lost my zen for a moment. 

Yes, there's a reason that I am working and living at the Temple, 24/7/365; I am not safe.

Ninja anger management, as my Secret Wife would say.

Back to why I would consider allowing my daughter to be raised hundreds miles away from me, never to be seen. Simple--I was born into an occult world called Riding Shotgun to a Demon. Laugh. I hope that you never step into my world. I hope my daughter is safe.

You are a new viewer. There are Three Worlds. Three cameras. Three point of views. 

There is Mom World. Kids. Budgets. Work. Health problems. Love affairs. Mental illness.

Then there is Secret Society World. Oaths. Lessons. Initiation. Occasion real Adept. 

Finally, there is the wild west, Demon World. Angels and Demons. Spells as shotguns.

My Theosophist (Christian Nazi) maternal grandparents, slain Gardnerian Wiccan aunt, secretly initiated mother, runic hexmaster and parapsychologist dad, and who knows how many others have been secretly peons (pawns) in the Game of Angels and Demons. 

I have been a player since the day of my birth. Subject to rites designed to make me a better ghost trap slash containment system. The reason that I am nuts now is that I was subjected to rituals abuse by spirit mediums before my father could get his son out of there. Some people like to call what I was riding shotgun to an "Entity."

Chicken shits. It was a Demon. Dark. Nasty. Murderous. Not something fatherly. Inmate. 

There is a dark ritual designed to cut years off your reincarnation time. An adept attaches their spirit to a newborn child as they are dying. Eastern tech. Theosophist. Also RC.

And I might have subject to the day of my birth. Along with two other rituals.

My Gardnerian aunt Wiccanied me by grabbing my father to act as Lord (God of witchcraft), and two nurses to act as the other two aspects to the Lady (Goddess)--horrifying her parents by having acting first. My aunt, who hated children, had declared that I was a reincarnated witch; therefore, under her protection and training. 

My father, I now suspect, did something Catholic and/or Jewish. "I redeem you out of the priesthood," he used to tell me. But he was killed in a truck accident in 1984, so I have no idea what he meant by that. Sadly, I reenlisted on my own when my aunt was slain; when he was killed; and finally when I chose not to contest my Baby Mama's claim that we never had sex. I put my shields around my daughter, and held my peace. Blessed be. 

But I do worry that the blood of Frankenstein (Corner Stone) and Sprengel (Ramses) runs through my daughter's veins. Does that automatically makes a member of Demon World?

Cleaned up--fairy offering pit.

Raised garden beds--2025.

Look Pirate Jenny--we can bury  the treasure here.

Digging to hell, or China?

Starting point for reference--monk did hard work yesterday.

Crosses just happen.

Khari does not know how healthy my soil is.