How Did We Become So Jaded

I was driving home one night from work and in the distance I started seeing fireworks lighting up the night sky just over the tree line of a forest preserve.  The colors were bright reds and vibrant yellows juxtaposed by cool shades of blue and green; all in all it was very impressive for a fireworks show considering that it was being put on to celebrate a local high school’s homecoming.  The light show peppered my fairly routine ride home and it provided a welcomed, yet perhaps distracting reprieve from the normal grind as I was driving at the time.  It did get me thinking though and I started to watch my fellow drivers reactions as we collectively headed north towards the high school.

Each red light that we stopped at I would look around at the various cars surrounding me and I would note just how many people were watching the fireworks.  There was a mid-sized family SUV next to me with a father and son who were not only watching the show but seemed to be sharing the awe that I was.  They were talking about the fireworks commenting on what colors they liked and how big each explosion was.  Outside of the duo and myself, not a single other person seemed remotely interested in the spectacle that was unfolding before their eyes.  The car to my left seemed more interested in his text messages while both at the red light and while in motion.  The people in the car ahead of me seemed to hate the fact that they were even in the same car together.  It was like almost no one else except the father, son and myself were even cognitively aware that there was this pageant of lights and sounds unfolding in front of our very eyes.

This got me thinking pretty hard because these reactions actually annoyed me.  Here was this beautiful display illuminating the night sky in front of us and a solid majority of my fellow drivers were not even aware of it in the least.  This started me thinking about just how jaded we have become in our modern life.  Now, I am about to say something that I can totally see would label me as an “old man” - BUT - when I was younger I remember how something as simple as a firework display would bring people together and cast a spell of wonderment, filling people with joy as those filaments lit up the sky.  It was just a small trivial thing that would break up the monotony of our daily lives with astonishment and become fodder for our imaginations.

Yet, here we were at a red light where 15% of the people there including myself seemed to not even care less.  The fact that these people were not interested in watching fireworks is not the issue.  The fact that these people seemed to not even care that they could partake in this lovely spectacle is the issue.  Have we become so jaded that we cannot even just stop for two-seconds and enjoy the things we have around us?

Again, I stress very heavily, I’m not questioning this because I’m an old man now or I’m nostalgic for a “better time” or any of that crap.  This is just an indicator of a pattern that I have been watching for sometime in people.  Put is bluntly, people are just not giving a fuck about anything anymore.  We seem to be trapped in wrapping our tiny little mammalian brain stems around our own self absorbed self importance that we forget to stop and smell the roses.  

To quote Master Yoda: “This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away… to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh. Excitement. Heh. A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless.”  Now granted the little mystical Muppet was making an analogy that Luke Skywalker was a self absorbed little shit who was untrainable in the ways of the Force, but think about it for a second: just how often do we think about where we are going and often to we not think about where we are?  We are constantly battling for more time in our lives to do more stuff.  We drive fast to get to someplace that we are already running late for.  We eat food with little to no actually sustenance because it can be prepared quickly and consumed on the go because we are speeding to get somewhere that we are late for.  We spend money we don’t have to buy the food that we shouldn’t eat as we drive recklessly towards a destination that we haven’t a chance in hell to get to on time.  It’s this constant pattern of insanity and stupidity as we rush around fulfilling these future needs and yet we never stop long enough to live in the moment.  Its like our lives are one day, someday, going to catch up with whatever the hell we keep rushing around towards and magically all of our running around will be worth in the end.  The only thing is that we forget to live our lives in all this running.

Think about it: how many special moments have you missed in your life?  How many times were you really there at that family function but you weren’t really there because your head was somewhere else?  I bet as a people in our modern society a majority of us have never really been present in anything in our lives ever.  We are always concentrating on what’s the next big thing or where is the new hip thing.  The availability of anything that we really want is a mere mouse click away, so why would we ever not stop rushing around?

I guess what this has taught me is that we have to stop and smell the damn flowers every once in a great while.  If we don’t, we’ll end up becoming so damn jaded that we won’ even appreciate something simple like fireworks.

I Am Not A Republican

I am not a Republican.

I am not a Democrat.

I am not a Communist.

I am not a Libertarian.

I am not a political niche label.  Truth of the matter is, I don’t know exactly what my political beliefs truly are because I don’t believe that the system of government I want to support has even been practiced on this planet before.  What I believe in is…complicated and convoluted if at best and at the worse insanely hard to put into words.  I have decided to frustrate myself immensely in a vain attempt to put my political philosophy into script.

Well….I mean…what the hell else am I going to do while drinking a bottle of wine?  Watch porn?  No….this is much more engaging.

So…where to start.  Let’s start with a foundation of belief.  At the foundation I believe in a society living in a cooperative community where talents and resources of the people are used to benefit all as well as the individual.  I believe that the accomplishments of the individual should be celebrated and enjoyed.  Someone who works their ass off to be a successful businessman should be able to enjoy some comforts from all the hard work that person put in to reach their success.  However, that successful businessman should feel morally obligated to help those within the community because not everyone is able to be as successful as that businessman.  People should be rewarded for their work and enjoy things like a vacation or a nice house, however the sloth in which those things are enjoyed should be tempered so that not one person or a small group of people don’t find themselves in control of a disproportionate amount of resources.

People should be reminded that they aren’t an island to themselves.  They live in a community that all need to be a contributing member to or the community will fail or worse splinter.  All must be unified in the goals of the community and by continually attempting to consume more than their neighbor the focus of the community falls to the wayside.  This is exactly what happens today in our society.  People live in these communities and being to covet what their neighbor has or even judges their neighbor for what their neighbor doesn’t have.  This negative behavior leads down a path were neighbor and neighbor begin to attempt to gain more than the other.  Whether it’s the hottest consumer good or an extravagant add on to their home, resources of the individual end up being pissed away on a contest of whose grass truly is greener on the other side.  So when one of their neighbors have a true crisis and needs to lean on the community for support there is none to be had.  Their neighbors are leveraged up to the hilt in debt as they all played the game of consumerism.

That doesn’t mean that I slight those trying to make a profit on their goods or services that they sell.  Hell, like I said in the beginning of this, I don’t have an issue in enjoying the fruits of ones labors.  However, does that mean or justify businesses and companies operating at profit margins of 50% or 100% or 150%?  This happens every day in our current marketplaces.  Businesses will sell a good or service that returns an obscene profit to the company that provided it.  Profit is the actual amount of money brought into the company after you pay off all of the expenses from selling that good or service.  People who say that companies should be able to make large profit margins don’t understand that it does nothing for the consumer and only helps empower the faceless company.

Which brings us to my next point in ideology:  corporations.  The whole structure of what a corporation is all about I find appalling and abysmal.  We have allowed corporate laws in this country just get fucking stupid.  I mean, a corporation has rights as if it was a person as a benefit and if completely autonomous and held to no accountability for its actions because it is faceless.  Companies are led by people who use their corporate anonymity to perpetrate some of the most heinous crimes against our communities and our planet.  They are legally allowed to rape our environment as they fit.  They are legally allowed to have no oversight for their fiscal actions except for their word that they are doing the right things.  They are legally allowed to price gouge the communities they claim to serve.  They are protected by a system of government that allows companies to buy political clout and protection to absolve the corporation of their sins.

Money and the greed that comes with it has coated our political system is a film of filth.  This filth are those who do not come to the political world to serve their communities, but rather fill their pockets with their thirty pieces of silver and then rewrite laws to benefit their pimp’s needs.  Money has made our politicians very adapt whores who can turn tricks for their pimps whenever and however they need them to.  They sell, literally sell the power of the representative democracy for whatever they can get for it.  The power that you, their direct reportable and accountable bosses empowered them with to use on your behalf.  But ask yourself this question: have any of you actually been asked by your Senator or Representative what you feel about a certain subject?  Or on a particular vote?  I'm going to bet the answer is no. 

So….basically my political beliefs are pro-community, anti-greed, anti-corporate, anti-political monetary gain.  I still have no ideal what to call this belief and frankly I don't want to label it.  I think that we as a society waste too much time on labels to quantify our ideals in an attempt to unify and align our beliefs with others.  The problem is that we all don't and can't all agree on exactly the same thing in exactly the same way.  We may agree on the basis, but there isn't a way that all of us would agree on the execution. 

The only way that I can see that as a possibility is through two ways: either empowered anarchy where people can directly influence their world their way or through a belief in a non-profit direct democracy that tackles situations through evolving ideals and not absolutes.  This is why I consider myself a soldier and not a politician.  Politics is fucking intense!

Ignorance Is Not Bliss

Social media has become a place where anyone with a highly charged opinion can find an instant audience amongst the author’s peers.  The virtual soapbox where firebrands can expose and wax poetic on the truly important subjects and questions of the day.  The place where the spark of a new ideal can lead to the fires of revolution and dramatic change.  Mind you this is what social media idyllically has become after years of evolution and cultivation of it as a tool.

Unfortunately, this is what social media has become:

1)      Paranoid rants about how good things use to be or how it was never like this before so why should things be this way now.

2)      Blanket statement of blaming a person, place or thing without welcoming discussion on how to change said person, place or thing

3)      A random assortment of hypercharged posts about announcements or declarations that have not been confirmed or, most of the time, are not even true.

Now, I’m not saying that every post that goes onto social media has to be the highest quality of content and tripled source checked before being posted to the Interweb.  I mean, I like mindless memes just like the next person; however if you are going to be posting political declarations or the like some source and fact checking might be in order.

The social media channels are starting to be plagued with posts from people who are making up complete fabrications of how our government works.  For an instance, the other day I ran across a post that stated that State’s Attorney Generals were going to prosecute President Obama for “making up laws” that go “against the Constitution”.  This statement was going around Facebook, a lot, and in the body of its declaration it claimed to be from Fox News and that the “Facebook police” were going to be “pulling it down soon” so it was imperative to repost said nonsense immediately and keep spamming your feed with it so they couldn’t censor the information.

Because I didn’t want to seem like I was making this shit up I present for you a copy of the post that was floating around Facebook over the last week:

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OK, BREAKING NEWS...BREAKING NEW....THIS IS WHAT I SAW AND HEARD ON FOX NEWS A FEW MINUTES AGO....THE ATTY. GENERAL OF TX, GREG ABBOTT, SAID THAT HE AND 11 OTHER ATTY. GENS. HAVE FILED CHARGES AGAINST OBAMA FOR WRITING HIS OWN NEW LAWS WITHOUT CONGRESSIONAL APPROVAL...WHIC H MEANS HE HAS BEEN BREAKING THE LAW AND TRYING TO CHANGE OUR CONTITUTION BY DOING SO....SO THEY HAVE FILED THE CHARGES AND THIS IS FIRST STEP FOR IMPEACHMENT OR AT THE VERY LEAST THAT OBAMACARE IS AGAINST OUR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS....HE CHANGES THE LAWS TO SUIT HIMSELF AND THE ATTY GENS AND THE AMERICAN PEOPLE ARE SICK OF HIM ACTING LIKE HE IS KING OBAMA....

Let’s let this sink in for a second….if you paid attention to….oh I don’t know….high school….you will find that everything in that declaration ri-god-damn-diculous!  I get that people don’t like that their government is telling them that they have to have insurance.  I understand that.  But for FUCKS SAKE COULD YOU PLEASE JUST FOR FIVE SECONDS FUCKING GOOGLE JUST THE FUCK HOW OUR GODS DAMNED GOVERNMENT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKS!!!!!  FUCK!!!

Sorry…..I do apologize.  I realize that I have a tendency to fly off the handle a bit.  But, I’m calm now.  I’m good.  It’s…ok.

………….

Nope, fuck that it’s not.  Seriously if you have not one fucking clue as to how the government actually works you should lose all right to bitch about it.  You know, I actually wish I was actually kidding about that.  If you think that the President of the United States just makes laws up you should not have the ability to complain about anything…ever.  Because you are an idiot.   Seriously.  I’m not even going to sugar coat that one.  If you really believe that the President can make up laws I pray you don’t have children.  No…that’s harsh.  I pray your children actually pay attention in 5^th grade social studies and don’t rely on your concepts of American Government.

As most people who paid attention in school know, the President is the Chief Executive of the United States government.  That means he enacts the laws that have been voted on by Congress, which is the Legislative body for the United States government.  We have these things called branches of our government and each one is responsible for a system of checks and balances that keep our representative democracy spinning right along.  The President can’t make a law, he can only enforce the ones that have been voted on.

The common misconception that most angry white people and uneducated blowhards make is they think that Executive Orders are a form of a law.  This is very incorrect; an Executive Order is a order from the President to the other departments within the Executive Branch.  Here’s the best part, if an Executive Order has no legislative backing, Congress and the Supreme Court can take point against said order and actually reverse said Executive Order.   

Since this particular inaccurate rant specifically mentions ObamaCare as its target I can only assume that the uneducated originator of this message is assuming that ObamaCare is a “law” that was “enacted” by the President via Executive Order.  Congress, you know that branch that makes laws, voted into reality.  So, Obama isn’t making any laws….

Then there’s the bit about the whole Attorney Generals of the U.S. are banning together to blah, blah, blah, blah.  Again….5^th grade social studies.  Greg Abbot is the State of Texas Attorney General which means that he is responsible for upholding the prosecution of the laws of the State of Texas and not any Federal laws.  He, or the other State Attorney Generals would be wanting to uphold the laws of their State and have now jurisdiction over Federal laws.  This is just common sense.

This brings me a long way to my point.  Common fucking sense.  Good fucking netiquette.  Not just randomly posting stuff that you wish was true and propagating it as the verifiable truth.  And then, when you are called to the mat on what you posted and it is pointed out as being full of shit – please keep your anger and indignation to a polite and respectful minimum in deference to the fact that the rest of the internet paid attention in school.  And you did not.

Chances Are This Will Change The Way You Think About Me

Let's just start this by saying that unequivically that the year 2012 blew monkey testicles.  Seriously, all bullshit aside, I'm fucking amazed that I haven't jumped off a bridge yet from just how sublimely fucked up 2012 was.  Let's see a year in review, shall we?

I was working for a dying cellular company that gave exactly zero fucks to good solid buisness ideals and instead celebrated stupidity and asskissing like it was more prescious than life itself and a making myself crazy trying to convinence my bosses how we could change the direction of our sinking ship.  Due to my diligence, dedication and loyality to help better serve my corporate masters I was rewarded with being let go and treated like I committed a treasonable offence.  I mean, when they sacked me they lead me to a "security" room that in the two years I worked there I didn't even know that it exisisted and once their they wanted me to give my corporate phone with my personal information over and they would'nt even let me erase it.  I even commented why did they need my daughter's cell phone number or the private text messages with members of my coven?  The only answer that they could give was "it was theirs now". 

Whatever, there was a part of me that was glad that I got sacked from their.  I was unemployed for exactly three weeks and I fell ass backwards into sales job with another cell phone company, however I knew in advance that these people were the souless eat your life type of company, so I really wasn't too suprised when I became a stranger in my house.  But, truth be told, I had very little choice.  I mean, being on unemployment for the like three weeks I was on it completely fucked up the family's financial solvency for like three months!  So when the Gods through me into my new job, I shut the fuck up and made the deal with the devil and took it.

Don't get me wrong, this job blows assholes.  I'm on my feet all day cause there are no chairs to sit down in, even when there are no customers in the the store.  It's playing wonders on my all ready crippled feet.  I'm in pain all day long and as I try to shift to get some kind of relief it only makes my knees and back all fucked up.  This job will put me in the wheelchair that I've been trying to avoid for many a year.

Then all the while was my trying to balance and keep afloat the coven that I was priesting in.  The people that I was working with well, and they might particularly disagree with me, fucked me.  Basically went out of their way to make things for me a living fucking hell and when I finally snapped and went ballistic about everything they were - shocked!  As if I was suppose to just be ok with people who wanted to be leaders turn into spineless jellyfish only conserned with their own assess.  I haven't been back since my explosion and I'm not sure that I will be.  Not because I don't want to go back, but because the pain of everything is really just too great.

Let's move on to something else "wonderful" about 2012.  I found love.  And then had my heart blown into about twenty thousand pieces.  Cause you know, I needed another gallon of bullshit pilled on my back.  The worse thing about the whole thing was the person that I was with had just got out of a relationship where she had her heart shotgunned.  Perhaps that's just how we human beings heal - by causing the same kind of hurt we feel on others.  Nice.

So, where has that put me?  Well, all bullshit aside I have had the very large urge to do a fuck ton of self chemical medication. Cause I'll be honest with you: I am at my breaking point.  I'm really sure that if everything keeps going the way that it does for me, I will be off to the funny farm or the morgue very soon.  I'm very depressed and very much unable to process anything I'm feeling except for anger and sadness.  I am the perverbale powder keg waiting to explode and frankly I've had enough of this shit.

Here's what I've decided to do about it.  I have come to the realization that a majority of this happened because I didn't exactly express how I felt about a situation or what I really thought.  Mainly this was because I was typically trying to keep the peace or maintain someone else's concept of how a particular situation should go down or be recieved.  I thought that I was always doing the servent leader thing by placing the needs of those around me ahead of my own.  Well that was fucking dumb.

The new deal is this:  I will be speaking everything that is on my mind on a regular basis.  I will be telling people exactly what I think when I think it.  There will be no more filter for other's feelings.  I have had enough.  If you can't fucking deal with it, fuck off.  Chances are if you are reading this and have a problem with any of this I either don't know you, we don't see eye to eye anymore, or you have never really known me from the start. 

This isn't to say that I'm not going to be polite or have manners or decorum.  I'm a pretty civilized guy when it comes down to it.  What this does mean is, I'm not going to suffer people's bullshit anymore.  You will either be in the business of being cool with me, or you will be in the business of staying the fuck out of my way.

So mote it be!

A Response To The Creation Of Occupy Witchcraft

A Response to the Creation of Occupy Witchcraft.

Responding is a very tricky thing. When ever you respond to someone, you want to make sure that you are clear and concise in your direct messaging. This is most likely the hardest thing that I have had to learn in any of the writing that I have ever done. I tend to forget to include things, or adapt a tone that my intended audience mistakes as hostility and even power through my response that any good content I actually wanted to provide ends up sounding like it was dispensed through a sludge bath. For this, I wanted to avoid all of that.

When I was on Twitter last week I entered into an amazing conversation that latterly became to exploding burning which hot light blub over my head: Occupy Witchcraft! From there I created OccupyWitch on Twitter and I’m looking to secure this persona across other social media avenues as well. It’s been about a week and already this has excited my expectations astronomically! Currently after one week there are 33 people following that Twitter page and truthfully, that’s 32 more than I thought would!

However, I think a valid point was brought up by one of my compatriots: is it possible for the Craft, working together, to create a multi-faith circle of manifest energy where all those of whatever religion or spiritual discipline could meet in collective Peace?

This is a very daunting question that could possibly have far reaching effects. The really strange thing is the first thing I said when I saw this question was to unequivocally answer: YES! However, I had no ideal how that even looked on paper or in practice. I needed time to really think and gather my mind to focus on the task of spelling out how everyone regardless of faith or –ism could bind together and use positive intent and will to direct change and aid the Occupy Movement.

I started by looking at my own magickal “career” for inspiration. The one thing that I will always take away from everything that I have learned from my practice is that ideals like light, love, honor, integrity and right action will always translate over social, ethic and religious boundaries. I can’t think of one holy book or one great teacher who ever said: “Go over there and oppress those people because you have more of this meaningless paper then they do.” Never happened because these great teachers expounded the messages of love, honor, integrity and right action and people who walk these various –isms know that message as a Universal Truth. In reality, all the –isms of the world speak the same language – they just very in the ways they get there.

So, how do we harness this power and direct is as pure will and positive intent for direct change? It’s very simple, what is the difference between magick and prayer? At their root semantics and that’s about it. Both are how you tap the Divine for the energy to change the world around you, if you pardon the pun – the Devil is in the details.

Everyone of every faith can come together and help lend their intention and will to help manifest the change that everyone really wants to see. Occupy Witchcraft and OccupyWitch on Twitter will never discriminate because of your particular –ism. For those who are committed to light, love, honor, integrity and right action maybe on different Paths, but we are walking in the same direction! Going my way?

Special thanks to FiveDee and Anon99Percenter.

Blessed Be!


Original Message below:

May I first say how honoured I feel to have been present at your birth – may you all be Blessed with long and fulfilling lives. I am not a witch even though I have sometimes used the Craft to enable manifestation of my shamanic work and I know that, to others, we can look alike even if we are aware of our differences. I come to you with a request for help.

Every shaman is unique and works in our own way. Within my own Otherworld resides an Essence of Faith that seems to underpin all our human spiritualities, known and unknown, seen and unseen, in whatever way they manifest on Earth. The only exception is the Dark Side that uses power for its own sake. As a result of an Otherworld journey taken yesterday, this aspect would seem to have had some of its connections to the Essence of Faith removed.

There is an amusing anecdote that, using the Laws of Chemistry, suggests that were the peoples of the Earth to restore their Essence of Faith, rather than cling to the separations of manmade religion, we would find our way through the problems we all face. Because my shamanic practice is inclusive in this way, I witness those Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews and others who exhibit an Essence of Faith in their work. What I am seeing breaks my heart.

Many of these people are being harmed by the edicts of their religion. I see the confusion and hurt as they try to cope with this and the personal struggles to overcome what is occurring. I’m hearing Christians disagree with their religious leaders to such an extent that they leave. I’m hearing Muslims querying what they are being told Islam means. I’m hearing Jews deeply troubled about the way their religion is being used to perpetrate obscenities upon the helpless and Buddha has always advised those following his Path to dispense with his words if personal experience does not match up with his Teachings. From my perspective, it seems that many people who know the Essence of Faith are becoming homeless from their religions.

Witchcraft knows what it is to be persecuted. You know what it is to be homeless on our own planet. From what I have witnessed from the best of our Witches is the true Knowledge of Inclusiveness belonging to the Essence of Faith. There are no arguments with people who follow different pathways to this Essence, only a request for mutual respect. I see, too, that this request is still being denied by some religions. As the planetary crisis deepens, I am concerned that this will become worse for all of us unless we come together as Family.



So, to my request: Is possible for the Craft, working together, to create a multi-faith circle of manifest energy where all those of whatever religion or spiritual discipline could meet in collective Peace? A place where Christians, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Witches, Shaman and everyone else could find a cultured home together; where each could bring our Knowing of the essence of Love; our respect for difference; our hopes for our future and our intention-to-act to create such a future? Is such a creation possible?

When I announced the birth of Occupy Witchcraft, I promised to bring some gifts. What I bring are the Shamanic Visions I had when I participated in “The 9/11 Experiment”. This experiment was created by Lynne McTaggart and Dr. Salah Al-Rashed on the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and it manifested the most astonishing meeting of faiths I have ever witnessed. It was not just Christians or Muslims, I met Sufis and Hindus participating too. Lynne has been able to demonstrate that the Experiment was a success for her purpose of demonstrating the Power of Intention. I remain deeply grateful that I could be a part of it. Nevertheless, there is further Otherworld power available were Occupy Witchcraft interested in utilizing it.

My Otherworld is tremendously opportunistic in my experience. Every time I am asked to work there, I see this in action. If other tasks can be done in addition to the intent of the journey itself, my Otherworld takes full advantage. I’m advised by my Allies that this is equally true for my 9/11 Experiment visions and can be gifted as a potential framework for any Craftwork needed to create a true MultiFaith Circle of Power.

As always, this is a matter of Free Choice. If Witchcraft prefers to choose a different path, there is no dispute between us – you know your own Path better than I. This is simply a request for help. If you are able and willing to offer assistance, you are Free to utilize the energy of the Visions in the wisest way you know.



In any event, please accept my deepest Gratitude for being people I am able to ask.



May you all always Walk In Beauty.

Occupy Witchcraft

Over the course of the last year, we have been witness to a new beginning. The birth of a movement whose sole purpose and intent is to effect positive change for all citizens of the Earth and begin a dialogue that will help shape and direct the commitment for that change. Just as history has shown us, change is not always well received. During the course of the Occupy Movement’s protests and other workings we have seen the impacts of just how intense people can fear this change. The non-violent peaceful protestors in these movements have met with chemical weapons, “non-lethal” ballistics fired from combat shotguns, physical beatings, and worse the degradation of their civil liberties and basic human rights. This is intolerable.

There is a battle happening right now in the streets around us. People, who have no real connection other than a desire to see the corruption and abuse of power come to a crashing end, gather in the streets everyday and stand up against big corporations and corrupted government in an attempt to affect not only change but to bring awareness to these issues and challenge people’s preconceived ideas on the world around them. All these people are attempting to do is have a conversation about what they do not like in the world and they want to effect positive changes.

What do they get in return for their questions? The people of these Movements end up facing arrests or worse only for attempting to have a conversation about the need to change the way we are doing things. Now I ask you: will you sit idly by or will you be the change within you? We have a very unique advantage; we understand that through positive intent and directed energies there is nothing that cannot do. There is no obstacle that cannot be beaten. It is time that we lend out abilities to help strengthen and support those in the field of the Occupy Movement.

If we were to coordinate our efforts and direct out energy, intent and magick to the mundane efforts of Occupy, we would see that we are unstoppable! Dion Fortune lead a group of energy workers, magicians, witches, druids and shamans in a unified battle against Hitler in World War II with the intention to protect England. We can do the same here! We can lead a psychic and magickal charge to help strengthen and protect these efforts. Please join us!

Look for more information to come from @OccupyWitch on Twitter as well as from the hashtag #OccypyWitchcraft. We can begin with spreading our magick and energy to make safe all the protests and gathering scheduled for May 12, 2012 and they are free of fascist harassment or sabotage within!

So Mote It Be

@OccupyWitch

Premonition From August of 2011...Finally had the balls to post it.

It was August 2011 and I was in the kitchen having an argument with my wife. Being both of stubborn Celtic stock, our fights have been known to peel the pain off of the walls. Also, once we dig out heels in we do not want to give up ground so are fights are typically news worth events. Typically, our heads cool down and we actually have a poignant conversation about the problem at hand followed by a conclusion. However, in this particular fight we never got to that point. We were in the crescendo of our back and forth when I collapsed to the ground and my vision faded to black. At first I thought that I was having a stroke or a fatal heart attack but instead my vision was slowly “replaced” by a steady stream of visions. At first my wife thought that I was attempting to deflect the fight that we were having, but she said that she noticed that I was not even responding to her questions and that I kept talking. I would have to say that I saw the future; or rather a highly probable future that I can only hope does not play out as I saw it. The vision opens up on what can be described as the 2012 year. The Arab Spring revolutions had spread to other countries in the Mideast and Northern Africa, as we have seen in Libya. The financial unrest caused by the collapse of the Grecian economy spills through the remainder of Europe causing great dissention and unrest. The Banks of Germany and France, who now face great hardship in turn, pass their worries and debts off to the rest of the Western World which truly will not be felt for another year. Their were protests in the United States that lead to a climax of physical unrest as there were casualties reported due to police intervention. This is the remainder of 2012, possibly 2013. At Yule 2012, there is an event that most people have written off as a cleaver piece of fiction picked from the overactive imaginations of researchers and historians looking to make a name for them selves. I challenge you, that this is not merely the case. This is the Beginning of the End of the Beginning. Almost every culture on the planet has a story on how the Gods of Man were not the first Gods. That the Gods of Man supplanted the Gods of Old in an invasion or other form of struggle or that what was once the world was not the world that we know today. And in all of these stories, the Gods of Old eventually come back. The event at Yule 2012 signifies a fundamental change to the world around us. The Veil or Glamour that separates our World from the world of energy or spirit becomes pliable. People who are open to that change will find that they can tap into this energy, this spirit and manifest their will and intention through the physical world. Vulgar manifestations of energy will become possible in the physical world; the possibilities will be limited only to the practitioner’s willpower and imagination. Even as I write this, I can only think how crazy this all sounds. I have a degree in Physics; you would think that I would be completely rational and responsible in issuing such a statement. I have thought about everything that I have ever seen during this whole experience and I can state with complete authority that everything thing that I saw was something that could happen. Magick will spill out into our physical reality because of this shift at Yule. I call this event the Awakening. It is the Awakening because people’s perception of the world around them will dramatically explode in change. People will finally have the incontrovertible proof that our reality does not exist in small blocks of corporeal perception. This Awakening will begin with wonderment and amazement as world is truly seen for the first time. However, this period of awe will not last for long. What happens when those who think they have power see something that could honestly challenge their tenuous hold over people? They move like cockroaches to acquire as much of this new resource as possible. The governments of the World begin to make statements of acceptance and understanding all the while asking those with these new found abilities to work with the government to “test” and “understand” these new abilities. Of course this is a veiled truth, they want the assets. They are looking for the access to the raw power. There will be a time period where governmental agencies asking for magick users to join their ranks. I can’t wait to politely tell them no. Of course, as if almost predictably, the Religious right-wingers will come out of the wood work swearing that all of this is the work of Satan. That the time of Revelations is at hand and those who practice magick are evil and should be dealt with accordingly. They will have a very loud soapbox to preach from, but they will not actually make any traction on the issue until around the summer of 2013. A magick user goes on a violent crimes spree and openly uses his abilities for his own self serving needs. Using the magick he knows, this person will cut a swath of destruction that will cause people in authority to lethal force in restraining this individual. He is shot down dead, but the damage is done and now those who are not Awakened begin to wonder what else they have to fear from those who are magickally inclined. Here in the States legislation is quickly passed requiring those with magick abilities to register with the government under the guise of protection, but it is ruse. It is designed to help roundup those who can be a potential threat to the status quo. Back now by the seemingly “rational” prattling of Fundamentalists, people cheer as people are collected and shut away in modern concentration camps. Those who did not roll over and surrender go on the run, hiding and avoiding capture. The States become a haven for Christian Fundamentalism and an anti World view begins to exude from the U.S. The safest place to seek exile is across the Pond in Ireland. The Emerald Isle welcomes those to their shores, but they are not there for long. They are only preparing for an invasion of liberation. In 2015, those who fled in fear return home with a singular desire to fight against those who serve those who would repress the Awakened. The Battle of New York is the first major turning point of the liberation, but the costs are high. House to house fighting through the Five Boroughs leads to casualties on both sides of the engagement but it is the victory in New York that propels the liberation into Washington, D.C. The Battle of D.C. is the liberation of the U.S. from repression, fear and abject hate. It is a time for joy and celebration. But this euphoria cannot last for ever. The ancient forces of the Gods of Old spill on to the physical plain and the people now have a new choice to face: bend and beg for mercy from the Gods of Old who are intent in enslaving humanity and rising back to a position of power in the Heavens or stand and fight with the Gods of Man in the biggest fight creation has ever since. Honestly I curse the visions that I was given, however I know that I was given them because I needed to know what to expect going forward. I have never been one to buy into the concept of fate or predestination, but what I have seen only makes me believe in it more and more. I had a reader who specialized in reading the Akashic records, for lack of a better word, verbally vomited my purpose on this plane without any prompting from myself. When I sat down with her, I asked a very simple question: what from my past lives has impacted my current life? She began to relay to me a tale of my former lives as a warrior through time. Roman Calvary, Hun Horseback archer, American Minuteman are just some small examples that she threw at me. This made great sense to me; I have had dreams of these lives and others showing me that I am a Warrior spirit and always have been. I take on causes that are noble and act in the best concepts of virtue with a code of ethics always in mind. She went on to tell me that I was very tired, that my spirit was ready for moving past the physical world and onwards. For a time after my last life, I merely existed as spirit enjoying the liberation of flesh (on a side note; I actually had a past life regression about being dead before this reading). Then I was summoned by the powers that be, for lack of description, to come back and lead people in a great battle to come. Of course I made an instant correlation between this encounter with a reader working in the Akashic records and my tranced out verbal vomit session in my kitchen that I was receiving this information for a reason. I thought long and hard about the implications of that; essentially that I was here on Earth as part of a bigger plan. Honestly, I have never even considered “fate” or “destiny” rational words in anyone’s vocabulary. After all, I am in command of my choices – I make my own reality! But what if I had already made this reality and my role in it in the time before being on this world? It was while thinking about this quandary that I received another vision and this one was a real trip on how it started off. I was at work in my cube, trudging through the day trying to make the best of uncontrollable situations, which is most every day at work. All of a sudden, I had a craving for a drink. Not so uncommon while at work, so I went to the lunchroom and faced the obligatory choices of coffee-like drink or a soda from the machine. I opted for the coffee and I noticed a box of powered hot chocolate and I began to make what I like to call, poor man’s café mocha. Sitting back at my desk slowly sipping on the concoction, I began to make some of the queerest comments about this mixture. I looked over at a colleague and told her that this drink reminded me about this drink that people in pre-Columbian Yucatan use to drink. “Except that it was cold, and more bitter and spicy” – these were descriptions that just came pouring out of my mouth as if I knew what I was saying with authority. I replayed the words in my mind that I spoke, and I came to the lucid conclusion that I may have uttered the words but I did not speak them. As if, there was a memory from within me being unlocked or realized. It was fuzzy and frustrating which only nagged at me more and more. For the remainder of the day I felt very odd. I did not feel as if I was quite myself. Quickly I attributed it to a cold or some other bug that is common in a large call center. But even on the way home I could not shake the feeling that something was remiss. I felt as if there was something in the back of my brain trying to nudge me forward to some kind of realization, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. When I got home, that’s when things got interesting. I was sitting in the bedroom with my wife and our friend and I was regaling them with my experience from work when I was stricken with a vision. I was in a “cave”, however it was not a cave. It was the word that came to mind to summarize where I was standing. Rather, it was a tunnel inside a stone structure. There was a mixture of dirt and sand underneath my feet. Along the walls were torches made from, what I could only interpret, dried reeds. These torches cast the tunnel in a soft dull orange glow through the tunnel. The walls of the tunnel were made from a soft brown colored stone. One of the walls was perpendicular to the floor and ceiling, sitting in a ninety degree angle to the ground. The opposite wall sit in a rising sloped forty five degree angle; the reverse of a typical pyramid. Looking one way down the tunnel, there was a bright light that resembled the light from a very hot and present sun. The opposite end of the tunnel, the light darkened the further down the tunnel you looked. There was a teenage boy kneeling on the ground in front of the flat wall. He was no more than fifteen years old, his muscles were athletically toned and his skin was a honey bronze color which was the combination of ethnicity and tropical living. He was clothed in very light fitting cloths made from a very gauzy material. We were very aware of each other. He could see me and even acknowledged my presence. Walking on the ground next to him was a very bumpy shelled tortoise that not only looked old but seemed to supervising the whole process. The teen had all manner of carving tools around him and once he greeted me, he went back to work. He was busy making carvings on the wall in a combination pictographic language and illustration. To him, his face showed that this work was very important to him and that the story he was carving had to be finished. I looked over his work and to my amazement I knew what the story was about, but I did not know the actual words in the story. It was like I knew the meaning behind the words and images but not the actual syntax. The carvings showed the history of man up to a great convergence in the sky. A giant eye passed through what looked like the Big Dipper and from that moment, there was a great change in the world. Perceptions and the order of things departed from their established and expected motions to a profound change to what we understand as the limit and design of our physical world. The carvings continued the story; however the glyphs and pictograms were missing. I do not mean that they were not carved yet. Their content had already had been filled and cataloged. Rather, the people who influence those moments along the story had not yet made their choices. It is almost strange to think of it in these terms, but I feel that these influencers are fated to make the choices that they will make. Until those choices are made, I was not meant to see the whole picture. However, I did get the feeling that when a choice was made I would feel it. I have experienced this feeling a few times since receiving this vision. It is very comparable to what is experienced just before a seizure. I begin to feel very jittery and very twitchy as if I cannot control my reactions or my mind, which is almost identical to how a seizure feels at onset. The difference is that once the choice has been made, there is no afterglow as there is in a typical seizure. Once the choice has been made I feel fine and balanced. Worse off, I can now see the events in my future more clearly. Almost as if a fog is lifted and I can see more of the greater picture. This series of events or revelations if I can be so bold make me think on such concepts as purpose or fate. I make no claims to being an authority on any of that. This is what I know: there are crossroads that everyone must face. The crossroads that we must endure are all around us and every day we must face them. The thing is that each crossroad offers the obligatory three choices: go left, go right or go forward. The one choice that we forget about is the choice to do nothing, to merely sit where we are and not continue along our path. We can stop moving and let the entropy gather around us as the world continues. This is almost the space that I feel that I am in. But ironically, I don’t see entropy and decay gathering around me. I see a clarity in the visions that I have been given and my place in them. Truth be told, I hope that I am tragically wrong and that I need high doses of anti-psychotics. I don’t think this is the case though.