This pretty well describes the fashion statement of Wicca these days. Its all about the gospel of Llewellyn authors and pilgrimages to the esoteric shops of Sedona, Salem or Glastonbury; cherry-picking the ancient mysteries of foreign culture without having to go the distance. A convenient subterfuge for identity crisis, seeking to be exceptional, beyond the mundanities of social norm, while resorting to the same politics of sycophancy and exclusion as the evangelism they allegedly oppose- grasping at the straws of forbidden grimoires on much the same quest for the holy grail. Coming on like they fell out of a Shakespearean prop room just doesn't cut it with me, especially spouting that dogma they call the „rede“ like some kind of holier than thou. Oh really?
Yeah, we all come from the god-ass or didn’t you know?
If divine intervention or some similar empowerment is what you're really looking for, then go back to your church where you belong. I don't need all that spook to summon what my mental faculties are already capable of, and that in fully practical application.
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