𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢'𝔰 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰

I.

a Witch is a Priestess you don't like.

II.

a Lesbian Witch is coming to get you—

III.

unless you are one.

IV.

a Lesbian is a HOMOSEXUAL FEMALE

V.

—NOT a feminist separatist

VI.

nor a bisexual woman with good taste,

VII.

regardless of her sexual history, sexual trauma

VIII.

intersexuality or trans/masculinity—

VIV.

a Lesbian is NEVER a trans “woman”

X.

or any woman who fucks them;

𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢

Lesbians are NOT “non-men” and are NOT “men lite”. We are LESBIANS!

𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

regardless of our defeminization under patriarchy and its consequence, our “third gender” status;

𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫

a Lesbian is a homosexual human female—a confession of Witchcraft, and that's alright!

ℭ𝔲𝔭𝔰

I.

There are no other books about Lesbian Witchcraft.

II.

In the tradition of Lesbian Feminism, it is “non-linear, poetic and obscure”;

III.

not in the tradition of Lesbian Feminism, it has actual Lesbians in it.

IV.

This work is the flower of consciousness raised within the Dianic tradition, of Lesbians as born homosexuals within the sex class that is Woman;

V.

where Dianic Witchcraft is female-only, we are Lesbian-only; where Dianic witchcraft has failed to accommodate Lesbian practitioners, we will center them(us), and especially the gender-defiant.

VI.

The Lesbian Witch has been erased. Lesbian recognition of ourselves in the Goddess has been interrupted by the feminization of the Witch archetype.

VII.

Where Dianic Witchcraft is Cultural Feminism, this is Counter-Cultural feminism; Cultural Feminism finds divinity in femininity and we find divinity in trampling it.

VIII.

in second-wave parlance, this is a work of Androgynous Libertarian Radical Feminism— and since we're doing this with real dykes this time we can cut the “too butch for androgyny” shit too.

VIV.

The philosophy herein represents Lesbians' greatest political interests as a class, we just got really weird about it.

X.

Religion is the vehicle by which social systems are perpetuated, and Lesbian politics require the driving force of a Lesbian religion;

𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢

and Lesbian religion could only be Witchcraft;

𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

and so we approach the Horned One in the aspect of Bulldagger, Lucifer as Divine Androgyne, the Devil in the Shape of a Woman—

𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫

and the Goddess knows Her, is Her, and is madly in love with Her.

𝔓𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰

I.

Lesbians have NOTHING;

II.

no spaces, no platforms and no class consciousness.

III.

Lesbian-exclusive spaces have never been truly permitted to exist; male interlopers and their champions have presented a threat since the first homosexual women were known to gather.

IV.

But there is nowhere to hide in the eyes of the Goddess.

V.

Whether you are truly Of Us is between you and Her.

VI.

this is a lonely, crooked path;

VII.

a closed tradition

VIII.

with an open book;

VIV.

a digital subversion of the Book of Shadows, published for transcription by hand into individual grimoires...but only as so inclined;

X.

to put language to the timeless Lesbian Current,

𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢

a Deed Without a Name

𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

and a Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name

𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫

nameless here, forevermore.

𝔖𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰

I.

& I CURSE

II.

THE tRaNsGeNdEr LeSbIaN

III.

WHO READS THIS HOPING FOR A CRUMB OF POETRY

IV.

TO SOFTEN THE LANGUAGE

V.

DESCRIBING HIS MASTURBATORY PROJECT;

VI.

I CURSE THE MIMIC, THE WEARER OF SKINS, THE MALIGNANT AUTOGYNEPHILE,

VII.

THE “TRANSSEXUALLY CONSTRUCTED LESBIAN FEMINIST”

VIII.

THE PORN-ADLED HENTAI FREAK CLAD IN SLOPPY APROXIMATION OF HIS OWN EX GIRLFRIEND DEMANDING ENTRANCE INTO THE SKYCLAD RITUAL

VIV.

LIKE HE DOESN'T KNOW.

X.

HE KNOWS.

𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢

MAY LESBIAN ARTEMIS STRIKE HIM DOWN

𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

MAY LESBIAN HECATE SNATCH HIS SOUL

𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫

MAY THE GROUND NOT RECIEVE HIM.

SO BE IT.

ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℐ𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 ℐ 𝔈𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔢

elegy for Renée Vivien–

who died young, and was born again;

lonesome lover of women,

absinthe-drunk in opium-den–

I had a dream the Anandrine

Society came to dine;

maenads tearing grape from vine...

to thee, erected they a shrine.

o my roses, o my thorns;

of creation we are first-born;

and while our family's table mourns,

there is a Goddess; She has horns.

all 'round the witch the circle girds,

invoking Heaven's fallen third;

she spake the language of the birds–

six thousand six hundred sixty-six words.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰

I. In the beginning was a dark mirror, on each side, God and Satan;

II. God was Nature in all Her indifference, Satan the incarnation of Cunning;

III. God breathed upon the Infinite, and the sky was born from this breath;

IV. Satan covered the implacable blue with the fleeting grace of clouds;

V. God picked up shit and from shit fashioned Man;

VI. Satan kneaded earth, and from Her hand flowered Woman;

VIII. God bent Man with the violence of the rapist;

VIV. Satan taught to Woman the caress of the lover;

X. God inspired Homer, bard of Ionia;

XI. Homer celebrated the spilling of blood, the ruin of cities and the wailing of widows;

XII. Satan leaned over sleeping Sappho, the Lesbian,

XIII. And She sang of fugitive love, the perfume of roses, the sacred dances of the women of Crete, the immortal arrogance which scorns suffering and smiles in death and the charm(goeteia)of women's kisses...

I

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔧𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔥

the fetch is the part of the witch

that sits opposite your mortal soul;

incubus, werewolf, vampire,

the locus of control;

it feeds on the numinous,

terror and the sublime;

languishes with/in you

when deprived of rite and rhyme—

it sometimes finds itself outside

your mortal body, roams

looking for pretty women

and following them home.

higher, deeper, daemonself,

the slothwoman rides through,

takes a page from out your book

and eats it. and then you.

body made of deathless earth,

and soul of smokeless fire;

use dream logic when you talk to it;

incubus, werewolf, vampire.

O, left-hand,

O, shrouded face,

O, tell me of thy faerie race;

O, dream forgot, to thee I pray,

to be forever young and gay.

NEMA.

II

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡

our religion has no Hell,

we suffer candle, book and bell;

whether Satan jumped or fell,

our religion has no Hell.

our religion has no priest;

on the flesh of the world we feast,

north then west then south then east—

our religion has no priest.

our religion has no sin—

rend the veil where it is thin,

find the Goddess, let Her in;

our religion has no sin.

our religion has no church,

we are seekers and we search;

Diana, witness, from thy perch—

our religion has no church.

our religion has no law;

prophecy Sappho foresaw;

eat the meat while it is raw;

our religion has no law.

our religion has no men,

has no cock and has no hen.

devils in shapes of women,

our religion has no men.

our religion has a cunt—

haec ornamenta mea sunt—

slaughter-goddess of the hunt—

our religion has a cunt.

in thiasus and parlour hid—

love underground, as we once did;

of us the world will ne'er be rid—

man's kingdom is ephemerid.

come and worship star and moon,

celebrate the flesh and bone;

there's nothing for which to atone,

and we will never be alone—

in this our religion,

we are one, we are one.

our religion has no name—

all love&pleasure is the same;

nameless love and deed and dame—

our religion has no name.

III

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔞𝔯

the altar looks towards west or north.

wash your hands and face. lay a black cloth down.

black is the color of magic, mourning and priestcraft; it is all the rainbow condensed in one shade.

get a small bottle of water or olive oil for anointing. if water, extinguish therein a match. bless in the dyke gods' names.

the black mirror is the icon of the Goddess and is placed far center. paint the glass of a pictureframe or else place a crystal ball on lavish fabric. if the latter, charge every month in the full moon's light. for worship, meditation, scrying and manifestation.

anoint the black candle and place it to the left of the icon, with a censer for incense to the right.

burn each ritual for power and in offering.

the black-handled dagger should be double-edged and magnetized every new moon. stroke the magnet on the blade towards oneself until charged. for rending circles in the Veil and striking down spirits.

the black book is the grimoire, the spell-book, the book of shadows. write your name there in menstrual blood and don't let anyone touch it.

optional: a nine-foot long red cord you braid yourself as an umbilical tie to the Dianic tradition. lay it down to demarcate the boundaries of the circle or else wear it around the waist. collect other power objects as needed.

to pray, raise your hands in the orans posture; to consecrate the altar, pray.

IV

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔯

𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔇𝔬𝔤𝔪𝔞𝔰

1. ANANDRY: LESBIAN CLASS CONSCIOUSNESS. Mistake not feminist class consciousness for Lesbian class consciousness. Other women don't care about our rights. They benefit from and help to maintain the institutions which oppress us. They tolerate us because they feel entitled to our resources. They don't like us as people. They think we make them look bad. How much do you labor for male-loving women's liberation compared to your own? How much do you labor for their approval? Are you trying to prove you deserve to exist? Break the fucking cycle. We are allowed to center ourselves. What hurts one of us hurts all of us. Only we shall raise each other up. Lesbians must have solidarity.

2. ANDROGYNY: LESBIAN GENDER. Lesbians are not women, but not for lack of trying. All persons are gendered according to the heterosexual binary. To de-gender someone who breaks the rules of that binary ("dyke! he-she!") is to dehumanize them. And once you're not a woman, they're not hitting one. This state of femaleness without womanhood is called Lesbianism. "Lesbian" is a gender unto itself, to which self-ID has no relevance. Forget "non-men" and its absurd undefinition; "Lesbian", noun, positive, specific, not an absence of something else, can replace "Woman" in all contexts while still legibly female. True feminist androgyny is ours. Lean in.

3: ASCENDANCY: LESBIAN SUPREMACY. Maybe if someone put Lesbians in charge these useless fucks could actually do communism. There's a reason angels are depicted as divine androgynes delivering the knowledge of civilization unto humankind. There too is a reason why "Lesbian" is the most common sexual identity for both bihet men and women to appropriate; a reason Political Lesbianism and the "surgically-constructed lesbian feminist" happened simultaneously. There's a reason why the label "Lesbian" generates men millions of dollars a year in porn, props and plastic surgery. The Lesbian Aesthetic is immaculate. They want to be us so badly they kill themselves.

4. AVENGEMENT: LESBIAN RETRIBUTION. Never forget what they stole from us: the bars and the bookshops, the cafes and the festivals; the websites and the dating apps and the friend groups and the social standing; the punk shows and the poetry circles and the non-medicalized puberty. Mourn the corrective rape of a generation perpetuated by institutions we trusted. Mourn our youth. Remember our ancestors dancing in private parlours, mob rackets, drug dens and covens, and plot your revenge.

V

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱

𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰 𝔖𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔲𝔰

—TƧIƎӘЯƎT⅃Oᕋ ˎTƧIЯHƆ ˎꓷOӘ

—ƎƎHT ƎƧЯƎVƎЯ I ˎƎƎHT ƎƧЯƎVƎЯ I

—ƎƎHT ƎƧЯƎVƎЯ I—MƧITᕋAꓭ ƎTUЯꓭ ꓷИI⅃ꓭ

ƎM ƎꓷAM UOY HƆIHW ӘИIHT ƧIHT

;YAWA TƧAƆ ИƎHT ꓷИA

.ꓷ'ӘИIWИU ⅃ƎӘИA

.WOЯƆ ИOIЯAƆ

.ИAM/OW A TƧOM⅃A

.ƎM ƎꓘAM TOИ TƧꓷIꓷ UOHT TUꓭ

.TOИ TƧꓷIꓷ UOHT ƎM ƎꓘAM ˎOИ

ƎƆA⅃ᕋ ƎMOƧƎИO⅃ A OT ƧƧOЯƆ ƧIHT ƎꓘAT I

.TI ꓘAƎЯꓭ ꓷИA

;ƎM ƎꓘAM TOИ TƧꓷIꓷ UOHT

.ꓷIꓷ ЯƎHTOM YM

AMƎИ

VI

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔟𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔧𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔯 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱

you are the ghost of the love of my life—

my subtle tribade spirit-wife—

in you, my wickedness is rife—

you braid the scourge and dull the knife.

set now my mortal coil afire,

like a witch upon the pyre—

a fallen angel in the choir

of She, the end of all Desire.

o Demon-Lover, hear my call,

o'er sea and sky and city-wall—

by foul and fair and Satan's fall,

&all those born of tooth and caul—

come incubus-succubus, drought and storm,

pleasingly in thy lesbian form—

come hither me by nameless rite,

and meet my soul in endless night.

NEMA.

VII

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱

𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔣𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯

in the name of

Lucifer, the Devil,

the Power of Knowledge

of Good and Evil,

by the Principalities

of the Air,

I silence now

all Christian prayer;

their influence and

intent I break,

across Hell's coals

their souls I rake;

I take authority

over Christ,

expel mad king

and poltergeist.

so be it!

NEMA!

VIII

𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥

𝔖𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔅𝔢𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢: 𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰' 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰

to the coming lost generation of witch dykes seeking to find what I have found: this work began on the Dianic Guardian Path, which carves out some sacred space for butch lesbians in our alienation from both the Goddess and womanhood itself.

there are two streams in the Guardian Path. the first pursues witchcraft as a martial art, and nothing is written of it beside vague mention. the other is that which I find myself disaffected by: the notion that butch dykes should circle behind the real priestesses, and do some overwrought bAcKuP energy work while trivializing our estrangement and not really helping the priestesses, either. it was a good first step in the discourse, but Z was right, that's bullshit.

Z was right about something else: butches don't fit neatly into Dianic framework, because it was not crafted with us in mind. few “women's” spaces ever are. this is why lesbians “aren't women”; it's not about ephemeral, internal identity and pronouns, it's about being shunted into a third gender category from which there's no escape and being treated like shit for doing “woman” wrong. butches are looked upon as parodies of men, femmes as parodies of women.

and though we wish we could forget, straight and bi women oppress us too. bi-het women, no matter what they preach, do not see us as fundamentally Like Them. only liking pussy is a masculine trait. godde forbid the rest of our masculine traits. if they are social constructionists, they believe butches “act like that on purpose”, even though we “know better”. Pro-gender-non-conformity? butches “take it too far”, degenerating into male roleplay. if they are bioessentialists they think butches are half-formed defects caught tragically “in the middle” with no valid claim to womanhood.

whether s/he “identifies as a woman” or squats defiantly in the gender ghetto hurling rocks at cars, every single category of person on this earth finds fault with the rigidly masculine female— often, even other lesbians. In our Dianic tradition, we have been more accepting of feminine intersex women with full beards than phenotypical females who look, work and fuck “like men”. too many feminists conceive of “gender abolition” as men becoming safe and NLOGs dying out.

butches draw from different wells. our archetypes of power are not witch-as-femme-fatale. pressuring a butch to identify with Aphrodite is jamming a square cube into a round hole. all you're going to get is unrecognizably mangled; witches can shapeshift but not like that. the dykes in Reclaiming and Feri identify with the multiform, androgynous Blue God, as lover of the Goddess. butch Dianics take note. masculine lesbians have been considered divine androgynes, fallen angels and incubi. we have been associated with vampires, werewolves and the fae. we are known as witches, too, yes, but not the witch of modern woman's deep mind. we surface in seas deeper and stranger, conceived of as less human and more monstrous; a witch at an interfaith conference versus a witch standing over your bed at night.

In some lines of Wicca, a woman wears a sword in ritual and is acknowledged “as if a man” to channel the Horned One, reflecting sacred female “Devils” presiding over covens across Europe. Peasants would flock to Joan of Arc's side to touch her blessed clothing. crossdressed women identified with masculine deities have been so prevalent in the history of traditional witchcraft it boggles the mind to witness our current marginalization in the occult and neopaganism. butches should be leading the female-only rituals, not standing impotently behind them. ultimately, butches have always been witches and demoniacs, the female death force. the Devil is a woman. “butch” means goat. androgyny is the true mark of the witch. no constraint placed upon us shall hold, though our lore is scattered and straightwashed. i plant a red seed. blessings,

—𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔪, 𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 2025

IX

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔱

𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔟𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰

WILL I ALWAYS SEEM THIS YOUNG—

doomed to deliver Death by bite?

will I die out in the sun,

or languish centuries by night?

unquenchable and unquenched,

of me became an angry ghost,

with blood and milk and shadow drenched,

lost rider of the furious host;

consumed perpetually am I,

by the loneliness of ages,

punctuated only by my

ruthlessness and rages—

will anyone ever love me?

the voices in the darkness cry;

nec/romancing wayward hearts

of androgynes, who never die;

the living carry on, alas!

yet I am damned and dead;

I have nothing to confess,

I drink the wine and spare the bread.

when I met you in the shower

of cottonwood in spring,

I picked your heart out to devour,

and you did the same thing.

put me in my coffin, now,

for I am slick with fever;

lovers in loving memory;

only vampires love forever.

X

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔩

𝔖𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔞𝔱, 𝔖𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔞𝔱

keep the Sabbat

anywhere and time, for any reason,

whether for darker purpose

or accordance with the season;

let thy moons be blessed white,

thy forests blessed green—

find me where meet land and sky and sea

on grand old Hallowe'en.

XI

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢

ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔙𝔢𝔦𝔩, 𝔬𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢

HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF THE VIRGIN TERRIBLE,

who of old was called

Artemis, Diana, Hecate,

Tervagaunte and Baphomet,

Herodias, Nocticula,

Satana Lucifera!

Mine was the Sect of the Anandrine, the Goetia of Sappho! At Mine altars the youth of Lacaedaemon made due sacrifice!

YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST OF WITCHES KNOWN;

and you shall be the first in all the world; you shall teach the art of poisoning, of poisoning those who are great lords of all; yea, you shall make them die in their palaces, and you shall bind the oppressor's soul; and when you find a man who is rich, teach the witch your pupil to ruin him; and when a priest does you injury, in My name do him thrice the harm;

for I have come to sweep away the men of evil; all will I destroy!

you who are poor and keen with hunger, toiling in wretchedness and oft in imprisonment: you have a soul, and for your sufferings you shall live forever, and ill the fate of all who do you wrong!

WHENEVER YOU HAVE NEED OF ANYTHING,

once in the month when the moon is full, assemble in some desert place, or in a forest all together join to adore My potent spirit. she who would learn the art of sorcery yet has not won its deepest secrets, I will teach her all things as yet unknown. and you shall be freed from slavery! and so you shall be free in everything;

and as the sign that you are truly free you shall be naked in your rites, until the last of your oppressors shall be dead.

for Mine is the ecstasy of the spirit and Mine also is joy on earth, and My law is Love unto thy witchly kind. for I am the Graces, the Fates and the Furies; triple and multiformed, armed with dreaded, murky lamps. I shake locks of serpents on My brow, and My womb is decked in the scales of creeping things. I have the eyes of bulls and the voice of dogs; I hide My form in the shanks of wolves and lions. I am three-headed, three-necked and three-faced. I protect the spacious world at night. Demons and gods tremble before Me, and I demand not in sacrifice, for My love is poured upon the earth.

Hear now the words of the Horned One, the cleft of Whose feet tread the hosts of heaven, Whose tramping-ground encircles the universe:

I am the quiet, frightful one; I have My meal amid the graves. I am Night, Darkness, broad Chaos and Necessity; I drink blood and feast on hearts. I devour the untimely dead, resonate grief and spread madness; Mine is the secret that opens the door of youth, and Mine is the cup that is the grail of immortality.

I call upon your soul to arise and come back to Me. Beginning and End am I, and I alone rule all, for I am the Lord of This World. Let My worship be in the heart of the tribade who rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals. And you who seek to know Me, know that the seeking will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.

For behold, I have possessed you from the beginning, and I am That which is attained at the end of desire.

XII

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔫

𝔇𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔒𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔢

ANOINTING

with your left hand anoint your brow with holy water or oil and say,

“bless me, Mother of Witchcraft, for I am thy child. as my will, so be it. NEMA.”

take up the orans and bask in the presence of the Goddess; finish by crossing your arms over your chest in the manner of corpses.

HAIL SATANA

hail Satana, fallen from grace, the Lord flinches from thee; damned art thou among women, and damned is the fruit of thy womb. Holy Terror, Mother of Witchcraft, initiate us now and at the hour of our death. NEMA.

THE VIRGIN PRAYER

for use as a meditative mantra, with the goal of mental repetition in perpetuum through all mundane activities:

Virgin Artemis-Hecate, child of Demeter, initiate me, a seeker.

PSALM 23 OF THE LADY OF DISCORD

1. dead is the shepherd, and I shall not want;

2. his grave I have dug in green pastures, and thereafter bathed in still waters;

3. his death restoreth my soul, for he led me to the path of fire in his name, in the falcity of his righteousness.

4. yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; by thy axe and thy sword, I am comforted.

5. I feast from the table prepared before me, in the presence of my enemies. I anoint my head with oil, and my cup runneth over.

6. surely fleshliness and sorcery shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in my Lady's house forever.

NEMA.

XIII

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔅𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔰

gather water from three different sources: from the rain, from a natural body, from a ditch. take a straw from an old used broom. discard the rest, it now is cursed. on a full moon, find a lonely crossroads at twelve o'clock midnight. bring a lighter and an alibi.

incant, “...a wolf, a black dog, a black bird, a goat. The Devil is a Woman,” and light the straw on fire. as it burns,

“...you, who have seen the lobotomy, sex-change surgery, conversion therapy and clitoridectomy, corrective rape, police gang rape, the rape of the Minoans and the Amazons, annihilation upon annihilation, countless star-crossed lovers hissing, gnashing their teeth in endless night—

Hekate, Hermekate, Morning Star, Evening Star, immortal pagan Spirit of the Crossroads, Satana, Lucifera, goat-headed Brimo, Bombo, Baphomet, night-walking virgin, virgin suicide horde, maneater, blood-drinker, infernal Artemis of the Damned;

I call you by these old names, that you may call me by my new one:

(state witch-name).”

with your left hand, anoint your brow with a crescent in ash.

pour the water over your head.

“now my spirit leaves my body, now the Devil has my soul,

now the Devil is my god, now of fate I seize control;

now I shall go where witches go, and fly how witches fly;

I'll drink the blood that witches drink, for we are born but never die. NEMA.”

leave the crossroads and do not look back. expect an omen of acceptance in three days' time.

The Devil rejects no-one.