Confessions of an American Witch

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...

For those who care about such things, yes, I did indeed take part in the Global Bind Trump ritual this month. Used the Denver City Golf Course for my Scottish witchcraft. After months of preparation, which book got used? A planned part of my Global Bind Trump "if I have to do this every damn month while he's in the Oval Office" was to do at least one ritual on the public golf course. At this point in the blog post, I must say that I am sorry to my secret Mormon wife. She thought that my use of the public golf course as a power base for black magick and witch war activities to be wrong; she might had a golfer as a brother, given the attitude.  So before I did my ritual "in the dark of the night," I said a prayer at the Catholic Church. Virgin Mother, if it must be done, let it be done. Again, sorry Ginny, it was that Catholic Church that supports that school. That one which I threatened to send my own children to, if they misbehaved. Yes, that horrible place. I s...

When I was younger, I used to wonder how supervillains got away with being bad guys. Didn't I just scream Professional Menace in my younger days? Being older and more experienced, today I know it is because it's serves their interests for you to be a villain. It's not that they can't see how corrupt you are; it's that if they admit to it, then they would have to see their own darkness also. Better that they reflect their darkness onto you, giving you power to work their underground dealings, ruling luck.  I keep thinking that the day will come when Khari will take a look at the growing "Necronomicon" study book that I am creating for the Justice Forty-Two Project, and she will pull the plug. Scrub the shuttle launch at the last moment; save the school teacher's life; not go for the we must do this, or else we suffer detention as a nation option.  But then again, I understand everything that I am putting into my Book of Shadows. Or at least, the skeleto...

While I like to pretend that I am a good guy, a Star Trek type of guy, I am not. A work in progress--nice disguise, right? In reality, if you talk to anyone who knows me, Billie Bones, the Great Gherkin, Catherine Mock, Amy Harper, you know, the people that have banned me under Safe and Sober, he's harming both adults and children, showing up falling down drunk, never once contributed to the community . . . nice, got a screenshot of that Facebook libel and slander . . . I am a dirty Sith, as was my mentor, Maggie Moonstone; and we fought an Open War to destroy their groups, the only communities that should have any say in the future in occultism and paganism. We, Maggie and me, unfairly targeted them with our criticism.  After all, these Holy Leaders can do whatever they want, Do Wilt They Wilt to their communities without informing their membership, including banning spiritual teachers for not kissing their ass well enough at an OFM (Open Full Moon), and cite safety.  The Saf...

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. ...

Khari's beloved Bear, Richard, seemed to have one last joke to play on me--a tree. Surprise, your RC brother wants an oak tree. Khari wanted a tree in the west of the lawn area for shade. And privacy.  In my head, it's to mess up the feng shi (how is that spelled?). And my personal view. We discussed getting a cherry tree. I pushed for a cherry tree. Oriental. Or fruit. Yet, no buying happened.  I would blame the cost of the garden project, but I really think that was simply not the right type of tree. Simply, Richard was going to be his memorial tree. It had to be.  Because of the Donna Tree. My Mother-in-law Tree. Donna Tree--resting place of my mother-in-law. For those who do not already know the story, the tree gracing the east of my lawn sprouted in a bowl of nuts at my mother-in-law's house. Donna planted it into a pot. Later, she gave it to us. After her suicide, Khari put some of her mom's ashes at the base of that tree; hence, in my head, it's her final res...