Fireside Wicca Community Church in Denver Colorado

 On Facebook , someone asked a question about what inspired me to do an expose. Here is my answer: Evil mother (psychic fraud), experience in multiple schisms, former boiler room psychic, tried and convicted of black magick (expelled from GD for binding a serial rapist), and being banned (for my medical marijuana use) from a monthly Wiccan event that I attended for twenty-five years because I discussed how I have never verified a single lineage that was born outside the state of Colorado. I have been doing this type of stuff since my mother forced me into the Broom Closet (in 1980) to hide the fact that her family is a bag full of rabid raccoons crazy. And the latest attempt to silence me (in the name of pagan community service) is as bug-shit crazy as anything else I have ever seen. Oh, the rewriting of official local history which proves that a single witch should have micromanagement over all other local leaders--including the right to shut down the events of others (no question...

One of the things that I always ask after a Righteous Exile and the obligatory “year and a day” for She   Who Must Rule to find a lawyer that actually thinks that the claimed restrictions over my actions for “my sins against the community” will be legally enforceable in a court of law is “How much did delaying cost me as an author and pagan minister?” Both in terms of income and the damage to my social standing. One half of that question is God Awful Easy to answer—for every time I am kicked out of a group, I lose all my standing in that community—in fact, campaigns to discredit me (or bind me with “white magick”) have been called down upon me by several Past Witch Queens. Who are dead now, so I can discuss it. If there are any readers from Denver here, just know that for me, the First Denver Witch War never ended. Not even the birth of the Open Full Moon (OFM) community could bring a true ceasefire for me. In fact, with Event-Group Thirteen kicking me out—it was the thirtee...

Today is my birthday—and this year I am giving myself the gift of rejoining the world as a pagan writer . Some context might help. Someplace during the course of my life, I picked up some superstitions. One of which is the idea that whatever I do on my birthday determines what I will be doing that next year . This superstition is similar (probably kissing cousin) to the rituals that surround new year’s day. Yes, that was supposed to be Lower Case, for there are multiple new year days during the year. Business, Chinese, Jewish, Tax, Wiccan, Norse, Egyptian, and your own personal one—your birthday. Sadly for me (and you), we do not have complete control over these days. And unless it is a societal observation, odds are that your birthday is just like every other day of the year. Not special at all. Again context matters: During my fourteenth year, my father finished losing everything we owned. I went from being upwardly mobile middle class (third generation immigrant) to b...