We know our children attend your schools and that during assemblies you read from your holy book and punt your religious ideology, Mr. Principal, however, to use your position as the podium for Christian propaganda, to instill fear in the hearts and minds of pre-teen children who walk a different spiritual path, to instigate intolerance and to use tactics that lead to ostracism and religious discrimination at the hands of teachers and peers is unacceptable, unconstitutional and a violation of our children’s Human Rights.
We tell ourselves that it is ok to have you oversee the education of our children as your religion ascribes to sound principles, advocates love and fairness, besides the hell and damnation and need for salvation you are so fond of waving before these young minds in your fundamentalist bid to bend them to your will, and certainly not to that of your God, who is not insecure and hell-bent on coersing people into submission to Christian doctrine and dogma.
According to you Lady Gaga is Satanic, Easter Eggs are Satanic and whisper to children from supermarket shelves “buy me, buy me” …
Let it be known, we’re coming to get you … through the Department of Education … save yourself if you can!

We have all been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. We do not believe unless we are able to verify, see for ourselves. We think nothing can “be” which is not comprehensible by our little minds. All minds are little. In this great Universe of ours, man is a mere insect – an ant in his intellect compared with the boundless world about him. Yes, love, generosity and devotion do exist and they give to our lives their highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would it be if there were no dreams to work forward to and rainbows to chase? There would be no child-like faith, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this sometimes dull and wearisome existence. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Nobody sees the Gods, but we live within their influence and numen. Most of the “real” things in the world are those that neither men nor children can see. Not seeing something is not proof that it does not exist. We do not see electricity but we use it and enjoy the benefits of its application. There is a “veil” covering the unseen world which not even all the strongest men combined are able to lift or tear asunder. Solely the Adept can do this.
Only faith, fancy, poetry, love and romance can move aside that curtain in order to reveal within the supernal beauty and glory beyond the finite and infinite. Is it all real? In this entire world there is nothing else “real” and abiding. Flux is the only constant.
Do fairies and giants exist? Thank the Gods they do, whether in dreams, reality or archetypes, thank the Gods they do exist and will live forever in the psyche of mankind, so that a thousand years from now, they will continue to delight and gladden the hearts of our inner childhood.

2010 was a year of introspection and intense personal growth. I died in very many ways and found myself again. In the process I managed to get over myself and grow in a direction that I have wished to do for years. My introspective descent into my personal Tartarus, my crossing of the River Styx, the interior union of my Being to its Divine Essence, inspired by the re-reading of Virgil’s Aenid, led me to adopt the courageous approach of our forerunners who esteemed holy the knowledge of Self and its observation, with due reverence, birthing in me a newfound strength which dictates that I continue to stand up for myself and those whom I consider mine and whose religious and spiritual rights are sacrosanct.

In January this year, Luke Martin and Lunaguardia bravely took part in a the filming of an SABC Documentary which I have affectionately dubbed “Shooting Forest Pagans” as their contribution towards the execution of the Melville Mandate.

During the three day filming stint our group encountered difficulties with family and acquaintances and I must commend our small group for having braved the criticism and threats which ensued …

Through this exercise and the love and support of every single member of Lunaguardia I have once again realized that the profanation of the spiritual has its origins in ignorance and that in a dogmatically and morally induced state akin to Alcibiadean drunken insensitivity, many deny the rights of others and limit themselves and their experiences to never enjoying broader horizons, gnosis and inner peace, which in turn makes them incapable of understanding the ways of the Child of the Earth Mother and furthermore, even of being a true follower the Child of Promise of the Sky Father.

I have realized that I have not set out to prove things, but to experience them. Every man is born equal. It is our duty to state that as loud as we can, and to fight for it as hard as we might.

I have a dream... and that dream is based upon what happens on the exterior and those who inhabit it. No matter the personal costs involved, we stood, stand and will stand up in the future.

The actors of our reality are the muses for our acts of service and noble deeds. I thank each and everyone of you for being an inspiration to me. I believe in You!

Morgause Fonteléve

HOW FAR CAN SELF-DEFINITION BE TAKEN???? (JUST PLAYING DEVIL’S ADVOCATE)
Is religious anarchy not a legitimate form of spiritual engagement with the All-comprising Essence? Are the rejection of an all-Good Deity from which all springs forth, and anti-authoritarian attitude, the questioning of religious authority and dogma, the relying on personal judgment and one’s power of discernment, perhaps even simply the finding Divinity within, not all attributes that can comfortably be linked to spiritual evolution? Could I, therefore, perhaps as a potential atheist or non-theist (non believer in a Creator God) consider myself to be an Abstract Pantheistic Pagan?
In the mid 1300’s in Italy, Aradia di Toscano (La Bella Pelegrina) inspired insurrection in the hearts of those living under feudal and Catholic rule. She encouraged them to rebel against the ruling Christian class, to become run-away slaves, briganti (thieves) and assassins and to live in the Alban Hills in secret outlaw camps, whilst others sought asylum in the groves of Diana around Lake Nemi. After a vision of Diana, Aradia (Ar – altar a – to Dia – Goddess) our anarchic leader became the spiritual manifestation and incarnation of Diana and led people to freedom and back to the ancient Roman Cult of Diana, Virbius and Egeria.
Lucifer, Diana and their daughter Aradia were honoured amongst the followers of Stregheria, Lucifer being the opposer of the Christian and Judaic God and Diana, his sister-consort, which adopted a Lilith-like role within the cult and Aradia, the Child of Promise.
The Catholic Church employed Benandanti Witches to fight against Aradia’s followers (Malandanti). Eventually the two branches of Italian Witchcraft united in one movement when the witch-hunts targeted both factions. In Stregheria there is also no central authority figure, but the Deities and ancestors are venerated and honoured as predecessors as well as wise teachers.
Wicca has no central authority greater than the coven’s High Priestess, no tenants or commandments outside the Wiccan Rede. Can the many varieties of Wicca be classified as a form of anarchistic structure? In Wicca practitioners have the freedom to write their own rituals, modify traditional rituals, invent new traditions, etc. Would it be correct to say that although Wiccans are not anarchists, their belief structure is inherently anarchistic.
Is Budhism not reformed Hinduism? Is Voudon not afro-reformed Christianity? Is Christianity not reformed Hebrew Religiosity? Is Anarchy not part and parcel of a common thread in Religious and Spiritual evolution?

O Eros thou robbest me of my sanity,
And the gravity of this condition,
Is known to no one but me,
Thy true worshiper and devotee.

In melancholic shadows I roam and dwell,
Banished from every beam of light,
A silvery charge, Psyche’s spell,
My only truth, my sole delight ...

O grant me this murkiness to wade,
A deranged dark angel across the glades,
My sentiments, perdition, my blessed state
Permit to envelop, consume me and never fade.