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How I would raised my daughter (Building a better human being)

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In her attempts to get gold stars for her decision to nuke my Mormon wife out of my life, Khari made it clear that she thought I would be a bad father. Announcer, please . . .  How to produce an artistic genius--slide one   "Weighing in at six pounds, six ounces, we have the Riverside Shakespeare . Know the first line to that poem, or song, then this is the book for you--it has the indexes. Heavy, too. Raise a daughter hefting this once a month, and you build Supergirl , able to crush bricks." During my community college years (my 40s), me and another parent of a daughter got exposed to the idea that the way to keep Shakespeare (or any great author) alive in your memory was constant refreshment.  We had a professor who read a Shakespeare play a month. Toss in the Homer and the Milton from the class, and her daughter was sure  to have exposure to classic literature. I know that at least one kid grew up in a more enriched environment, thanks to that idea. I know becaus...

Ghostbuster Denver (Living with a Ghost Wife)

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Science fiction fans like to talk about how Star Wars changed their lives.  For me, it was Ghostbusters. The Original. It was my first year of freedom away from evil Mother Lilith, and explained my entire world . . . including the fact that my dead dad was my roommate.  Problem was in my movie, my Ghostbusters, it was Denver that got nuked. And I was the Containment Unit that went critical. You see, by 1984, I already hosted a murder victim, my own aunt. As well as several other ghosts. And then there is Wolfgang--what the fuck is he? Let's just call him, a Demon. Moving on, today, I live with a Ghost Wife. Walnut Hill Alchemy might be owned by ghosts. Long story short: For the newer readers, and the More Beloved Sister who once asked "What happened to my sweet innocent Brother?" Here is maybe an answer, or not. My Theosophic Confederate Nazi spirit medium grandparents, one summer, in that "abandoned tree garden," exposed me to a Demon. Nice people, the Ramses. ...

Layers of Golden Dawn and Thelemic godforms (Understanding magick and witchcraft)

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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...

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

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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...