The other day, I was posting a video project to YouTube and noticed that I am far more animated than I thought I was.
Personally, I don't watch my own videos...because I am too busy working on the next project.
No, that is not true.
No, I don't watch my own videos because I spent twelve years in speech therapy when I was in school as a kid. One of the techniques used was to record what I was saying, and then play it back to me. In theory, it is supposed to help one understand the problems that the system is trying to fix.
In my case, all it did was to insure that I never watch or listen to myself unless absolutely necessary.
But still, there are those moments when I wonder what I actually filmed.
I have no clue what I was saying, but I might have to watch to find out.
If you are ever curious why I became a satire sci-fi/fantasy writer, just remember that strange thoughts come to me, and then stick around. Like this idea that came about while reading a Facebook post about an airflight that did not take the direct route over the North Pole that the Flat Earther assumed that the plane should take (because it was the shortest path...let's ignore safety concerns there), and which did not take as long as the Flat Earther was told...all proof that the Earth is really flat and not a round sphere. After the strange idea showed up, and made my mind just go around and around, I decided to make a short video to get it out of my head (under two minutes!)--which worked so well that I now have several pages of notes for a story called Flat Earth Science! And my notes are still growing...which may just be another aspect of Wormholes interacting with a Flat Earth.
And once again it is time to kick around what I want to accomplish during the upcoming year (other than to stay healthy and to generally annoy people).
Well, I am hoping to get the first installment of my little Necronomicon satire finished---hopefully by the time that the mercury retrograde is done later this month.
Then I have to work on the October issue of Denver Witch Quarterly. (We are always looking for submissions--email them to basttemple at msn dot com.) This involves writing up a couple of news reports, a ritual, and possibly doing a book review or two. And formatting and uploading. And some minor bookkeeping (with this second issue, I have to start tracking numbers....because we might sell enough copies for some of the contributors to get paid--or not).
And then we have four other issues of DWQ over the next year. (Did I mention that we are always looking for submissions?)
I have a few other satire bits that I would like to work on. And perhaps some coloring pages.
Remember that satire is fatal to some people.
And there are a few series that I need to write the first novels for. (I am not sure which one will be done first...and November is a little ways away, so I do have time to decide.) And one of the series include something involving tentacles....because tentacles!!!
And like always there will be a certain amount of copy and art done for the Tarot Blog Hop, and a couple of articles for the Hermetic Tablet, and I might work on the astrology dictionary that I have planned. Plus there might be some other pieces done for projects being done by other people.
And of course, I am going to start writing erotica again under one of my many other secret pen-names. (The rule is if Mom would be upset for the church to find out about it, then it is under a pen-name....because Mom's reputation is more important than mine--and this is despite the fact that she is dead.)
And I am going to do some more YouTube videos...probably.
A month ago, I made a video of "A witch binds Trump in a bizarre witchcraft ritual"--it is how I chose to celebrate the Fourth of July...because dammit! freedom of speech and religion are two things that the Constitution promises me. The ritual consisted of me reading a short little statement about how I was binding him in the name of Wicca, especially in the name of any witches that he would like to burn. Yes, I thought it was ironic to use a poppet and fire to perform this ritual, given that statement, and the likelihood that President-for-Life Trump might turn us all into piles of radioactive ash; but hey, if one can't use irony in one's work, where can one use it.
My video got some witches upset. Some of which declared that they were going to send protection energies to Trump, so that the binding would not work....I guess some people are really looking forward to Trump trashing the economy, expelling all the Muslims, suspending the Constitution, ignoring basic human rights, and nuking the entire planet back into the Stone Age.
Other commenters declared that I only wanted attention...well, yes, I am a blogger, writer, and artist--of course, I want attention---and I am guessing that they did not realize that making comments about me is a form of attention.
Of course, the comments that made me laugh the most were the ones that complained about my voice. I went though twelve years of speech therapy as a kid, so just imagine what my voice was like when I was younger. And if you have to resort to making fun of my voice....well, I am guessing that you are struggling to come up with a reason why this video was wrong.
But never fear ye who would like to see Trump press all the Big Red Buttons and ensure that he is the last President that you will ever need, Trump survived the binding.
Or at least, his hair did. Yep, that is right---the binding failed to destroy his hair. And I used plenty of the hex-master secret weapon--lighter fluid. I always said that the thing on his head was an evil entity controlling him; and hey, you can't prove me wrong.
Here is all the proof you need that Trump hair can survive anything.
Of course, his hair would survive.
I discovered this unburnt piece of the Trump poppet when I went to clean out the BBQ grill.
Opps, it did not all burn.
This can't be good, can it?
So rejoice all ye who want to see Trump become President-for-Life, and have him completely rewrite the Constitution to ensure that only angry white men are allowed to live in the United States, to work in the USA, and to have a voice in how the USA does things--his hair, the most important part of him survived to insult you another day.
Grab your popcorn and watch as Trump expels all Muslims, shoots all Mexicans, sends all the blacks back to Africa, helps South Korea invade China, nukes Israel, and ensures that the American economy becomes the worst in the world with his brand new taxes that will only be paid by poor people because the poor are losers, and it does not matter if you tax the poor (yes, I know he says businesses will pay the taxes, but you how do you think they are going to get the money to do so---yes, that's right---the rich are going to take the money from your wallet). Just remember if you are a veteran, a family member of a veteran, not white, handicapped in any way, a member of the media (who will be sued for all their money before being shot dead in the face), a non-Christian, you are probably a loser. And if you are poor (not a member of the 1%), you are definitely a loser, and it is ok for the winners (the 1%) to enslave and kill you at their leisure.
Because there ain't nothing killing his hair. All hail President-for-Life Trump!--the last President you will ever need.
Donald Trump, in the name of witches, especially any witches
you want to burn at the stake, we bind you. No, you do not get along fine with
the witches. Witches, at least some of us, do not like your ferret wearing Cheeto
face with your tiny little hands. Many of us think that you are a dick.
Stop mistreating the bottom 90%. Stop screwing small
businesses. Don’t make healthcare for the bottom 90% unavailable and
unaffordable. Stop breeding more hate. Stop tax cuts for the rich. Stop doing
these things. Just stop it, damn it!
Don’t press any big red buttons, not the big red nuclear
button, not the big red “let’s melt the economy down into slag” button, not the
big red “let’s make the values of the Bible thumpers be the legal law of the
land,” not the big red “the bigotry of the 1950s be the law of the land,” not
the “burn all the non-Christians for the fun of it” button.
We do not like your business practices; we do not like your
seething boiling cauldron of hatred; we do not like you on the idiot box; we do
not like you on Twitter; we do not like treatment of women; we do not like your
idea that only winners, also known as people with boatloads of money, that only
winners matter.
We do not think that you are a winner; we do not think that
you are the bomb with the women, the blacks, the Mexicans, and anyone else you
think loves you for hating their guts. We think that you a big mean poopie
head, a bully, and a bigot that is conning the American public, that you are
the Frankenstein monster of the Republican party.
Wake up America! Trump is not the friend of the poor, the
middle class, the minorities, women, of anyone who does not belong to the one
percent.
We bind him, as witches, as a public service to America.
Damn you Trump for fermenting the very worse traits of the United States of America.
Damn you Trump, you Cheeto-faced, ferret wearing, shit eating hobgoblin.
Remember America that the best way to bind a bad politician
is to vote for their opponent.
I personally have mixed feelings towards Christians.
Earlier this year, I was told by my sister (more or less) that my religion, spiritual beliefs, and Order involvement was wrong and misguided (I believed the term delusional was used). I have also had Christian friends tell me that they believe that it should still be legal to burn witches (aka wiccans); note that they quickly ceased to be friends when they learned of my actual religion.
And I rolled my eyes at the Take Back Christmas crowd. Especially the Gap ad haters: first you complain because Gap does not say Merry Christmas, then you complain when they include Stolistice.
Now, I know some wonderful Christians. For most, Christianity is a life-affirming religion. If I wasn't such a tree huggers, spell casting, goddess worshipper, I might consider the religion---provided of course, that it could agree to be open-minded and tolerant. But too often, Christianity is used to...well, Lon said it better than I can. All it takes is a few bad apples to ruin an entire religion for everyone.
So if you are one of the open-minded Christians, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. If you are a pagan or Wiccan, a happy solistice. (I am not familiar enourgh with the other religions to spell the names of their December holidays properly, but you know where I am headed already.) On the other hand, if you are a close-minded---get off my lawn!
My inner critic so wants to make comments about the way that the officers were doing the rituals, and I know that it is merely that I was taught to do things differently.
Original Post: 11 April 09 Updated: 14 April 09 The original link was disabled; replaced with another link that leads to the same set of videos.
Past Hierophant Golden Dawn (Hermetic), ordained Wiccan minister, science fiction writer, does not reveal pen-names. Convicted of black magick, oath breaking, community endangerment, and treason, he has been righteously banned from the community by Third Order, the only Wiccan leaders that matter, and his most successful witch sister. Avoid this man at all costs. No longer allowed inside secret societies, or to attend Open Full Moons. Ye have been warned.
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