20 Years Today...
May. 30th, 2016 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nebris...it was the last Monday in May, therefore Memorial Day. I was back at Hotel Hell again for the third time in six years. But I was working a 'regular job', albeit for a con man's front operation. Last regular job I ever held actually.
Anyway, as I had some of my own folding money, I decided to treat myself to a movie. There was an interesting looking bit of fluff playing in Century City, which was 'just down the hill', this thing titled The Craft. I went to catch an early afternoon show, probably between one and two o'clock.
When I came out of the theater, my life had changed, though at the time I didn't have a clue. I had really loved it and really hated it. I loved the witches of course. But I hated that they fell out and turned on each other over a fucking football jock.
I went back up the hill and sat in my little bedroom tucked away at the end of the house. I thought about the story I had just seen and how I would change it. After an hour or two – still not really sure how long – I scribbled some notes on to a single sheet of lined 8.5x 11 paper. [I still have that sheet of paper btw]
As I do like Epic Stories, I took the concept of a small group of witch girls in high school and lifted it up into a star empire of lesbian cyber witches. That story cycle became Tales of the Vēkkan Cults.
Around 7pm Mumsie called down the stairs to tell me dinner was on the table. I was pleased with what I had done and planned to get some research material that coming week. The following Saturday I went to The Bodhi Tree in West Hollywood. I dropped $150 on books ranging from Z Budapest's Holy Book of Women's Mysteries to Scott Cunningham's Wicca for The Solitary Practitioner, along with a dictionary of Goddess names.
I read through them late that evening and something interesting happened. Though I'd bought these books as 'research material', they truly began to 'speak to me', and suddenly, I got this feeling that I still describe to this day as 'coming home'. I knew that this was the Path I had been seeking for literally decades.
Over the next month or so I worked a short film idea title Spirits of The Air about the coven of witches who would found the great empire I had envisioned that first day. Casting that in turn lead me to Sarah Lise, who eight months later would 'hold open the door' that brought E into my life.
In Oct of 2001 E revealed The Pentavalent to me, which laid the actual foundation of The Temple and thereby of our New Matriarchy. It was only at that point, while the wreckage on the Twin Towers still smoldered on the tip of Manhattan, that I began to get an inkling of the huge task that lay before me. The old World of Men was insane and it had to be ended.
It's been a rough twenty years and 'this thing of ours' is still near zygotean. I've been homeless and then moved up to The High Desert. The Explanation [now the Liber Sororses] has gone through three edits and is still not done. A number of Sisters have showed up, but so far only Le-Le has stayed. And my original High Priestess is caught up in her own 'issues' on the other side of the continent.
Three years ago I 'retired'. It didn't stick. But it was the only way I could take a break from the Work, which was fucking eating me alive. With an actual Path, one is on it until one dies. To abandon such it to die before one stops breathing.
Looking back, it seems like that person who 'went down the hill just to see a movie' twenty years ago was someone else entirely. If I knew what I know now, I'd still go. It is some of things that came after I'd 'rework' a bit....
Anyway, as I had some of my own folding money, I decided to treat myself to a movie. There was an interesting looking bit of fluff playing in Century City, which was 'just down the hill', this thing titled The Craft. I went to catch an early afternoon show, probably between one and two o'clock.
When I came out of the theater, my life had changed, though at the time I didn't have a clue. I had really loved it and really hated it. I loved the witches of course. But I hated that they fell out and turned on each other over a fucking football jock.
I went back up the hill and sat in my little bedroom tucked away at the end of the house. I thought about the story I had just seen and how I would change it. After an hour or two – still not really sure how long – I scribbled some notes on to a single sheet of lined 8.5x 11 paper. [I still have that sheet of paper btw]
As I do like Epic Stories, I took the concept of a small group of witch girls in high school and lifted it up into a star empire of lesbian cyber witches. That story cycle became Tales of the Vēkkan Cults.
Around 7pm Mumsie called down the stairs to tell me dinner was on the table. I was pleased with what I had done and planned to get some research material that coming week. The following Saturday I went to The Bodhi Tree in West Hollywood. I dropped $150 on books ranging from Z Budapest's Holy Book of Women's Mysteries to Scott Cunningham's Wicca for The Solitary Practitioner, along with a dictionary of Goddess names.
I read through them late that evening and something interesting happened. Though I'd bought these books as 'research material', they truly began to 'speak to me', and suddenly, I got this feeling that I still describe to this day as 'coming home'. I knew that this was the Path I had been seeking for literally decades.
Over the next month or so I worked a short film idea title Spirits of The Air about the coven of witches who would found the great empire I had envisioned that first day. Casting that in turn lead me to Sarah Lise, who eight months later would 'hold open the door' that brought E into my life.
In Oct of 2001 E revealed The Pentavalent to me, which laid the actual foundation of The Temple and thereby of our New Matriarchy. It was only at that point, while the wreckage on the Twin Towers still smoldered on the tip of Manhattan, that I began to get an inkling of the huge task that lay before me. The old World of Men was insane and it had to be ended.
It's been a rough twenty years and 'this thing of ours' is still near zygotean. I've been homeless and then moved up to The High Desert. The Explanation [now the Liber Sororses] has gone through three edits and is still not done. A number of Sisters have showed up, but so far only Le-Le has stayed. And my original High Priestess is caught up in her own 'issues' on the other side of the continent.
Three years ago I 'retired'. It didn't stick. But it was the only way I could take a break from the Work, which was fucking eating me alive. With an actual Path, one is on it until one dies. To abandon such it to die before one stops breathing.
Looking back, it seems like that person who 'went down the hill just to see a movie' twenty years ago was someone else entirely. If I knew what I know now, I'd still go. It is some of things that came after I'd 'rework' a bit....
