Goddess Murder, 27: North to Sonoma, Part II

XXIX. North to Sonoma II “That’s enough about me,” I said. “What kind of hereditary Witch are you?” She laughed. “It’s our family tradition. We believe we’ve always followed our own religion, not Christianity, though sometimes we had to pretend in order to survive. It was our enemies who labeled us Witches—that’s not what we called ourselves—but many communities have adopted the name used by their critics: Quakers, Mormons, Cathars, perhaps even the term Christian … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 26: The Sermon to the Prostitutes

XXVIII. The Sermon to the Prostitutes  As Aradia was speaking, a young woman in the crowd, a prostitute named Diana, pushed her way forward, wearing only a linen cloth about her body. The other women tried to hold her back; but she left the linen cloth in their hands and came to Aradia naked. Aradia drew Diana to her side, and kissed and caressed her. They looked at each other, each saw that the other was fair, and they loved one another. Aradia said to Diana, “Today you shall be with me … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 25: North to Sonoma

XXVII.  North to Sonoma, 1 Curled up in the passenger seat, Andy asked, “So where are we going?” “To Avalon. It’s a commune I know up in the hills of Sonoma County. One thing I study is how new religions are formed.” “Why?” “The specific academic field I’ve ended up in is heresiology. I’ve always been curious about why some people are creative, but some people of equal intelligence, at least as measured by IQ tests, are not. My undergraduate work was in creative … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 24: Aradia Enters, Stage Center

XXVI. The Beginning of the Book of the Generation of Aradia [From the Gospel of Diana, as translated by A. Verrazano and A. Peregrino] I am Diana, the daughter of Aradia.  Aradia was Queen of all the Witches and taught them magic in the school of her mother, the God­dess Diana. She named her daughter Diana, and I shall name my own daugh­ter Aradia. Aradia came to teach that our sexual ecstasy is the sacred mystery of the Goddess of love. If God sent us his son, then the Goddess has … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 19: After Circle

XXI. After Circle After the circle was dismissed, we all put our clothes back on again, I with great relief. Now I could talk to Andy face to face again. I walked over to her, saying, “Well, that was . . . beyond interesting. I don’t have a vocabulary to describe exactly what I felt or what I think I perceived.” “Was that your first Craft circle, Eddie?” Andy asked. “Yes, it was. I couldn’t have guessed from reading that it would feel like. . . it felt.” “You got … [Read more...]

Autobiography by Email: More from Demian Allan Moonbloode

[It seems right to share with you some excerpts from Allan’s emails to me over the past decade or so, much of it intended for inclusion in my social history of the NROOGD. Except for light editing (fixing typos), adding some clarifications [like so], and arranging the bits in chronological order, I have left these in Allan’s own words.] I have been a wytch since I was 14 years old. I was searching for the wytches I saw in the magazine [Look] in the early 70s. Through Seph I found them in … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 17: Eddie’s First Circle

XIX. First Circle   Going Skyclad Of course the first thing I want to do With a naked woman is [seduce] her, But once that’s out of the way, The tension dissolved, We can turn to other work.   God, if this world were truly human, We’d all just go to bed together Whenever we felt like it and wonder How people could think it normal To suffer continual raging thirst.     I arrived at Brendan and Megan’s at the appointed hour, carrying a … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 15: The Next Chapter and Editorial Remarks

XVII. Tighter Security Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place and governs the unwilling. And being restrained, it by degrees becomes passive, until it is only the shadow of desire. William Blake “Hello.’ “Hey, Bill, it’s Eddie.” “What’s up” “Could you meet me at the GESW admin building? Quickly” “Why?” “I just came from Brendan’s, heard from Alan about the … [Read more...]

Goddess Murder, 13: The Other Two Gospels

XV. The Work Continues, 4   As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. William Blake “Seamus, what can you tell us about this Gaelic gospel?” I asked. “It is a translation of a gospel originally composed in Greek,” Seamus replied. “I’m not as familiar with all the Gnostic writings as some of you, but the story told here goes back to the era of Jesus, more or less.” “Is it about Simon Magus?” … [Read more...]

Deity Is Also Outside the Circle

When I grew up Catholic in the 1950s, Jesus was always the Lord of Glory, somewhere up there. We didn’t even pray to him, only to his mother. Nice Jewish girl, she could guilt-trip him, right? After the Holy Spirit booted me out of Catholicism in order to save my life (that’s one way of describing an indescribable experience), I soon discovered the myth of Aradia and became fascinated (still am) with the concept of the Divine as Feminine. Some of my reading was about Jesus, Christian … [Read more...]


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