On the night of August 16th 2008 occured a rather powerful and beautiful full moon.

A moon which was meant to be used for positive magick in wish fulfillment and personal acquisition.

But within our region of Western New York, and particularly in and around the city of Rochester, New York, was reported the activities of several weak Wiccan based groups who had chosen to use this moon for even more selfish endeavors like casting negative reflective spells and death against anyone who had caused them any loss and embarrassment.

The problem with this is that these were the very same people who had been feeling the sting of powerful karma against them for the original negative and selfish acts which they had committed and intentionally had perpetrated against others.

In essence they felt justified in their actions and thus should never had been punished.

In the real world of magick and natural balance it just doesn’t work that way.

The fun and games which were played within this region at the expense of others have long been over.

And the existence of this tradition within Western New York still both continues to exist as well as grow in strength and numbers regardless what any other tradition may claim to know of our kind. Which is very little indeed.

We are not black and evil Witches.

We are Witches who have mastered both the light and the night aspects of magick which is both our legacy and hereditary right as Witches Of Shadow Lore.

The image which accompanies this posting was captured outdoors just shortly after I had conducted magick which was both positive and protective against any other magick cast against us.

For those behind such actions all I can say is… Sleep well…

So Mote It Be.

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The Circle of Tribes.

Another I Must Be Wiccan Queen Of All Rochester Western New York.

I answer to No One regarding my chosen support of the ritual sexual pedophilic literature “Good Witches Bible” as authored by the Frosts even though I am a parent with several children and a known nudist.

I continue in becoming more of a presence at both Fingerlakes and Rochester Pagan Prides because I “pay” my way in vender fees thus even making the Wiccan parents who run the Fingerlakes Pagan Pride event really no better and appear as supportive of my beliefs.

And all this even though I really do not have as many years experience as I have been claiming to anyone who will listen.

Sorry Maddy.

But there does exist resistance to your slandering and intentional deceptions as waged within this region.

Perhaps during either Fingerlakes or Rochester Pagan Pride when you are filmed being approached and asked why you had publicly supported such people as the Frosts might this point be finally driven home.

So Mote It Be…

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Pagan holidays.

They come round into our lives like an well organized clockwork. Always on time. Generally precise. With just a hint of mythological meaning provided how much historical garnishing you may provide.

Of course one must always ritually seasoned to taste. Which is perfectly fine if your a member of the Wiccan encampment which leans more towards the “me-ism” side of spirituality as opposed to us old timers who still make and put forth the effort and time in dedicating our spiritual libations and other offerings burnt or otherwise specifically for the Gods as we thank them for all they have done on our behalf.

The Witches wheel. And I’m damn surprised more Wiccans haven’t started the hostile takeover in claiming yet another piece of our heritage in calling it the Wiccan wheel. Is comprised of many spokes where each is representative of a specific seasonal significance.

Something of which every aspiring “Wic-nit” should be sure to have ingrained in memory.

But the most important thing to remember is that during such spiritual times as these. Rather they be seasonal or more spiritual in significance. Is that such “Pagan days” ought to be more focused on our connectedness with the divine as opposed to the divines connection with her children.

Perhaps if our society was more mindful of such might more of us be more spiritually conscious of our parents, ancestors, and Goddess and God.

Be thankful and spiritual towards the seasonal growth and earth based significance of such days as Lammas and all others.

More importantly.

Remember your connections.

For it is from having lived such moments which had all culminated in bringing you as you truly are on this very day.

And now a word from our sponsor…

People within this community because of my waged campaign to right the wrongs committed against myself and others, have long accused me of being bitter and unwilling to release my rage against those who long felt would never be brought to justice.

Truth of the matter is that I am not angry, nor bitter, nor even hostile in the least.

But what I am is a realist.

A very effective realist who possesses an extremely strong indomitable will and sense of spiritual ethics and justice.

A man once dark who long ago learned to temper his rage and thus had found his own sense of balance.

So now you know.

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Charlene Hacker and Michele Morgan.

For the last ten plus years these two have become legendary for their tongue wagging against myself and anyone else whom they felt were a threat to their so called sovereign power and authority.

And for the longest time we have held our own tongues waiting for the day when either karma or fate would on its own accord shut them both the hell up!

In many ways they both have paid numerous times for their negative acts against others. And word has it they both still continue to pay due in large part to such an insistence to act against others which is fueled by such unquenchable hatred which had long ago taken control of any common sense.

Anyone, especially if they be women, who had ever shown an interest in our tradition had always been warned by these two that you will be either forced or expected to have sex with myself in order to be part of this tradition.

Not that it’s anyone’s business, but I’ve been in a monogamous relationship for going on nine years now. Which is not what I have been informed regarding a particular group run by an individual named Thomas.

But then in order to cover up one must sometimes make victims of others in order to distract from other potentially incriminating facts.

These two ladies have even gone so far as to spread further sick and disgusting rumors of alleged sexual improprieties against me. Where first they had stated as fact my being arrested. Where then later to cover their asses had changed the story to where I might had been arrested.

No truth there in any way shape or form.

Where these two idiots got their inspiration was from several years ago when Jay at Moon Magick out in Geneseo eventually flipped a cog because a woman I had been seriously dating at that time had gotten amorous with each other after Jay was leaving for the day and gave us permission to lock up after ourselves.

Jay accused me of stealing from her shop even though everyone she called a friend had all at one time or another purchased items on credit which you would then pay for in full the following week.

She also took it a step further and accused me of messing with the young daughter of a women I had allegedly done a psychic reading. Where when asked who the women was Jay had adamantly refused to reveal her identity stating that the woman was in fear of her daughters safety.

Problem was no such women client nor daughter ever existed. Though that fact never stopped Jay from spreading such a rumor to everyone she knew in the community.

Eventually came my day in court. I was sitting behind both Jay and her husband Bill. And pretty much waited for my chance to speak. And speak I did.

The district attorney at that time in Geneseo had sat quietly behind his desk while I laid out everything I knew about the so called theft from her shop.

Then I got to the good part and explained about the rumor Jay had started about my alleged impropriety where I asked the court several key questions.

1: Why was I still a free man if I had perpetrated such a heinous act?

2: Why was not the child in question under protective custody?

3: Why was not the mother forced to consider the welfare of her child?

The answer was simple. No such people existed. No such action had ever occured.

And both Jay and Bill were found in contempt of court by the Geneseo court. Where I had elected not to press charges and thus was ordered never to enter her store Moon Magick ever again.

People ask me why I didn’t place charges against Jay for having caused me so much grief.

It’s simple.

Jay was not the originator of the story. Jay had only used what she was told to use.

Charlene Hacker had planted it in Jay’s impressionable head.

So instead my choice of justice against Jay was of a magickal nature which had been so severe that Witches from five different counties had begged for leniency on behalf of Jay before it killed her.

After her entire world had all but collapsed did I finally cease in my vengeance.

The bitch hurt my family. Thus the bitch burned for her stupidity.

Which proved a matter of manipulated convenience for Char as she got to watch from a safe distance while a competitor had been eliminated. And all where her hands had remained completely clean.

But Char was betrayed. Betrayed by those who paid dearly for having permitted themselves to be used and played by someone who knew exactly what she was doing.

Switching now to Ms. Morgan, there is much I could say regarding her and her legendary acerbic tongue and foul mouth. Where the last time I was uncomfortably close to her during a Georgina Powers psychic expo a number of years ago held in downtown Rochester was it reported to us by several other psychics how Ms. Morgan had screamed and raged in her accusations against me of having caused the high winds which had prevented the public from attending the event in greater numbers.

Actually if anyone was at fault it was the foul mouthed gas bag herself!

I’m tired of these two and their constant BS against us.

Sad that there now exist many others. All sporting the same level of guttural ignorance. All aligning against us from a safe distance. Spreading more lies and malicious rumors. Even supposedly casting black magick against us. Mainly because they want to ruin the lives of others.

As I’ve said before I’m tired of it.

People will believe what they want to believe.

But for those who know only how to project hate. I say get used to the growing sensation of a foot against your throats.

I assure you that such occurrence is no attack but rather pure defense against a select list of any so foolish as to continue waging such overplayed malice where it now will draw no breath of resistance.

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It’s summer. And when I’m not engaged in matters dealing with magick. My style of spirituality. Or even dealing with the paranormal or supernatural. I keep myself busy partaking in a variety of different projects and experimentation.

This I call my Trojan Garden.

And for obvious reasons.

Because for anything to grow in this garden must be as tough and as resilient as the original Trojans or it will die.

Basically all I do is water daily. The rest I leave to fate. The hot sun. And any passing insect or grub with a potential hardy appetite.

Garden is dedicated to nature and her children.

Meaning if a deer or anything else gets to a tomato or what have you before we do then it will be viewed as an act of divine providence.

Setup was relatively simple. In an almost brutal sort of way. Working in conflict against natural growth for the purpose of establishing dominance in forcing a different invading plant form which could then gain potential foothold.

In this case planting corn and other vegetables right on top of growing grass without benefit of tilling, hoeing, or any other form of traditional gardening methods.

First I laid down a weed preventing woven fabric over my selected section of lawn. Then went about positioning and anchoring into place so as not to be blown away by any strong winds.

Next I had taken a large 4ft in length heavy pry bar and forcefully excavated my planting holes right through the fabric to a depth of about three to four inches into the ground. Nothing fancy about this method. Just a bit of grunting. Certainly would have made any Spartan proud.

Then I just forced the plants through the fabric into the holes.

Thoroughly watered to give them a healthy start.

Blessed the garden in the name of the Goddess and God and in honor of all nature be it living or spirit.

Where now my Trojan Garden which was planted under harsh conditions now grows.

I’ll keep posting updates as the garden hopefully continues through summers end and fall.

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