Ordo TRS

November 11, 2022

Willie sets up a Chambre des Art, and begins a program of self-initiation in the renowned Order of the Ten Rayed Star.

Les Accoutrement

December 3,2022

Willie buys implements for the grades of the Ten Rayed Star aka Ordo Decem Rayedorum (Ordo TRS). With the Chambre des Art completely furnished Willie continues his studies of Nordic culture.

Greatest of Quests

Worldwide Liberty

"Unthinking individuals will make synonymous things that are not. Country, government, and 'the people' are not the same thing. Country is a geographically defined area within which exists the potential for absolute individual liberty. Government is that group of subverted collectivist manipulators in the service of international finance who prevent this liberty from occurring. The 'people' are that majority of naive and severely deluded individuals who aid and abet government in doing this."

"When an enemy and it's aims are clearly defined, a war against such enemy can be fought and won by individuals and small groups unknown to each other, and without any central organized coordination of activity. Individual clandestine activity actually confers the advantage since it makes mass retaliation impossible, and completely eliminates any capacity for infiltration. There must however, be a strong spiritual unity based on clearly defined goals and principles."

The Greatest of Quests

The Order of Yggdrasil is open only to those who have attained 9th degree in any spiritual system  effectively comprehending the principles of evolutionary dualism. Differences in terminology for this are unimportant (1).

The Quest is that the evolutionary expression of all life forms on Earth be allowed to flourish unimpeded. The task consists in eliminating, through education, of all devolutionary forces on Earth. This means worldwide actualization of the potential embodied in absolute individual liberty currently lying dormant everywhere.

The inevitable attainment of this ideal is here symbolized as humanity finally standing up totally free in the bright pure Light of Day, and is refereed to poetically as "Aethemera" (2).

This is not to suggest that someday there should be one country or even a confederation of countries. Separate sovereign Libertarian republics can be less easily subverted back to collectivism than one nation. This, instead, should simply be thought of as a symbolic principle underlying Libertarian action, as the higher potential initially for one's own country.

The Quest then is the establishment of a completely free world consisting of separate Libertarian republics, not all at once but eventually, time frames here being determined by the degree of understanding and will to liberty of individual peoples throughout the world. 

The Quest is the longest and grimmest that can be undertaken. It requires unlimited personal strength, completely unfailing and uncompromising will, plus a tremendous spiritual courage in the face of always overwhelming odds.

Formal entry into the Order of Yggdrasil requires total commitment to the principles of absolute individual Liberty. Self-initiation is performed in the field, this being augmented by an in absentia ceremony performed at headquarters.

Such should not be entered into hurriedly or for selfish reasons. There is no room in any of this for personal obstacles of a lower nature. Absolute self-mastery is necessary and must be achieved as a prerequisite to knighthood. There will be pleasure and glory enough of the kind that matters when mankind is well on the way to finally standing in the clear Light of Day.

Hail Yggdrasil!  Hasten Ragnarök!

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Salem Massachusetts

October 30, 2023

Willie has been dating women in Boston, but this year he visits Salem for the annual festivities centering around Samhain.

October 31, 2023

Wearing a tux with red silk lined black cape, Willie attends the Witches Ball, and his dancing school days pay off. He sweeps three beautiful intelligent eighteen-year-old Witches around the spring loaded dance floor at Hamilton Hall. All three are in one coven, are good friends, and don’t mind sharing this strange interesting man as Priapic Celebrant. 

Sage is tall and willowy, with long blonde hair, and long sharp teeth that give her the same fierce beauty as a New England Coyote.

Debbie is tall with smooth fine dark brown hair, cut medium short, frustrating aloofness, and pronounced curves.

Wendy is medium height, firm, with lily white skin, 1930s pageboy cut auburn hair, and the keratin chemistry that goes with it.

All three of these girls are bad boner getters. Later in his room at the Hawthorne Inn, Willie matches the Goat of Mendes to the best of his ability all through the night. In the morning after the girls have left for their jobs, as a special curtesy to the maids, he opens the windows to ventilate the room before he checks out.

November 20, 2023

Willie visits Salem, hoping to hook up with just one of the three Witches this time, starting with Wendy. He succeeds in this, and also gets to know her better.

Wendy carries pepper spray for protection, and works at the Salem Public Library. She does a little bit of everything needed. Like many Freethinkers, she is both Libertarian

and Objectivist. Willie is happy to find out that this is also true of Sage and Debbie.

He thinks to himself,

“Three perfect Witches. Proceed with caution.”

Willie is very Darwinist in his Libertarianism, and lives in accordance with the idea of leaderless resistance. The entire world is at war and Willie cares mainly about what the children of earth will be in three hundred years.

As a servant of evolutionary destiny he’s a completely autonomous warrior. He does what is necessary to further the revolution and tells absolutely nobody. He will take it to the grave.

September 20, 2024

Wendy and Debbie visit Willie for two days. This sets a precedent for doing seasonal ritual together. At mealtimes, Willie gets to know Debbie better. She’s a highly paid psychiatric clerical secretary, who acquired her exceptional skills summers during high school. She likes the work well enough, but takes one university course per semester as part of an eclectic program for personal self-enrichment. She comments,

“After enough time, it could add up to a degree, but that would involve taking undesirable requisite courses.”

Debbie carries a powerful compact stun gun everywhere. She relates how one late night a guy ran up and grabbed her arm as she was unlocking her car,

“I pressed the stunner to his solar plexus and he collapsed like a sack of vegetables. I gave him a good hard kick in the mid-section as a disincentive to further harassment… actually, though, I later came to think that maybe he was only going to rob me, because he looked like a junky. Then I left, but should have called the police first.”

Willie replies,

“Sometimes the one who only robs you will also kill you so you don’t identify him from police photographs. 

“You did perfectly as far as you went, but it’s always a good idea to kill these people with a kick to the throat. Involving police is not a solution, also he would probably be gone by the time police arrive, or would say that he was only going to ask for money for a meal. What if he sees you again and wants to finish the job?”

She looks thoughtful and replies,

“Maybe I should get a pistol with a silencer.”

Willie grins,

“They have mini-crossbows that are very silent, and you can use poison darts.”

October 30, 2024

Wendy, Debbie, and Sage visit Willie for two days. They do stuff in the pine grove, and now, at long last, he gets to know Sage better.

She keeps busy making good money as a registered nurse. On days off, she likes to go hiking in wilderness areas, and always carries a reverse curve bow with a quiver of sixteen hunting arrows. She excelled in archery as a kid at summer camp and decided to stay with it. Today she can hit an apple at one-hundred feet. When camping she uses her skill to hunt fish for frying pan meals, and carries a small bottle of canola frying oil in her pack.

January 2, 2025

Willie shacks up with Sage in Salem for three days. They do stuff around town as well. At the Peabody-Essex Institute, Willie sees an antique U.S. Cavalry sword with academy graduation tassel exactly like one given him by his father when he was a kid. They enjoy Lobster Pie at the Shanty.

September 20, 2025

All three Witches visit Willie for two days. He always enjoys these times and has begun to marvel at how little he craves erotic activity apart from these infrequent visits. He wonders, but has never thought it would be a good idea to ask, if there are other men that his dear Witches visit periodically in this way.

October 31, 2025

For the annual Samhain ritual, after one month of chastity, Willie serves as Dionysian Altar and Priapic Celebrant for the entire coven of thirteen Witches. He enjoys a level of arousal and ejaculation surpassing his first at the beginning of puberty. This wonderful experience keeps him in a gleeful mood for the next three weeks.

October 30, 2026

Willie visits Salem and then Debbie for an intense quickie. It makes them so hungry that she prepares turkey sandwiches for lunch before Willie goes about his other business.

Apr 11, 2027

Sage visits Willie for three days. At his request, she brings two bows, plenty of target arrows, and a stuffed three-foot canvas bullseye with easel. She teaches him the rudimentary skills of archery. He hits the target at fifty feet, but just barely. She hits dead on center every time.

October 29, 2027

Willie visits Sage in Salem for a quickie, and then attends to book buying business.

September 21, 2028

Sage visits Willie for two days. He teaches her knife throwing, using an thick paneled door leaned against a tree, as target. She does well at it right away, even as to vertical accuracy. Willie is also amazed by Sage in other ways.

Oct 31, 2028

In Salem, Willie visits Wendy. She’s with Debbie and he has fine double quickie with the two of them.

September 22, 2029

Willie sells the 1823 House because of impending road widening, and is looking all over Northern New England for place with deeper frontage and more land. During this time, he’s living at Winding Brook Lodge

in Keene New Hampshire. 

Sage visits him here for two days. They enjoy Roast Long Island Duckling Le’ Orange. He brings her house hunting with him. They tour a beautiful old Federal much like the 1823 House, but with larger dimensions and better floor to wall alignments.

Willie is very excited about this place until he drives a little further west on the road and sees the mega high voltage power lines coming down from Hydro Quebec. Better keep looking. 

Castle on the Green

March 4, 2030

In late afternoon, Willie visits a brick mansion in Lyndon Vermont that he heard about from a broker in New Hampshire. There are still patches of snow on the ground. He is charmed by the beauty of the architecture and quality of construction.

Although the neighboring houses are very close at hand, he is serious enough about this place to contact the listing broker so he can view the interior. On that occasion, he is happy to see how the town common across the street makes a long view from the second and third story windows. He likes the situation and signs a purchase agreement.

May 9, 2030

Willie takes possession of the Brick Castle and spends his first night in a sleeping bag on the deep pile rug spanning the ballroom floor.

June 21, 3030

Sage visits for two days. The first day, at solar noon, they do a Midsummer Ritual in the empty chamber on the third floor and are delighted by the powerful acoustics caused by their voices rebounding off the sixteen foot ceiling.

September 21, 2030

Sage visits for three days. Willie has unpacked and set up the chamber. This time the ritual is for Autumn Sabbat with full accoutrement but, of course, diminished acoustics.

On the morning Sage goes back to Salem, Willie’s carpenter sees her go, and later when he starts work, complements Willie on his “girlfriend.” The carpenter is very religious, but loves women and has no stupidity about premarital sex. Willie likes this fellow, but refrains from any mention of the other Witches. The townspeople will see what’s going on soon enough. Willie is eager about future living possibilities, but it takes many months to

finish the work.

September 1, 2031

Everything is complete. Willie has been investigating local job openings for librarians, psych secretaries, and nurses. Today Willie has all three Witches visiting. After showing them the house, he tells them about the job search, and invites them to move in with him. Each will have a room of their own, but must decide among themselves who will get which.

After lunch, they sit out on the front porch with a nice view of the town bandstand on the village common. Willie reads a modified version of the well-known house rules and regulations contrived by Garrett Valdison the “Warlock of Albany” in 2024.

"1. Witches must take care of their own pets.

2. No birds or animals in cages.

They are not criminals.

3. Pets allowed only in the kitchen

where the floor has no rugs.

4. Dogs may be encouraged to lobby for food in the kitchen and to catch it when tossed.

5. Each Witch may instruct me in special methods of pleasing her. If I do not give enough pleasure, she may devise incentives.

6. Outside boyfriends will not be allowed on property.

7. Each Witch must take care of her own grocery shopping and personal expenses.

8. Any Witch who is unhappy should speak to me openly of this.”

The girls are delighted by the house, and okay with the rules. They accept Willie’s invitation, only subject to being able to find work.

November 24, 2031

Willie finds three things on the internet that define very clearly the direction of his quest. He passes the material on to his Witches for their immediate perusal. It follows here:

Interview

Soundstage. Its Veronica Murphy. Today she’s hosting a TV news magazine with a two-musician forum to clarify the differences between heavy metal rock band views on religion.

Representing the Nordic Freethinkers is Sigurd, dressed like a medieval knight in blue and silver.

The Satanists are represented by a tall handsome warrior-like young man with long raven black hair, dressed in black with a long cloak. On his chest in white is the traditional Baphomet pentagram with the Hebrew letters denoting Leviathan. Veronica begins by addressing the studio audience,

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Today we have a very interesting program, because two famous metal musicians have finally consented to join us and talk about what they believe in.”

Young people, especially girls, in the audience applaud and cheer.

Veronica continues,

“On my right is Sigurd from Liberator. On my left is Lafcursiax from Bite of Cerberus. Welcome, guys…”

 Both together,

“Hi, Veronica”

“Sigurd, I’ll start with you. Just what is the Nordic Freethinker viewpoint?”

Sigurd replies, “It’s often referred to also as the Nordic Pagan viewpoint. Brace yourself, this will take a minute or two…

“A viable spirituality must have perfect integrity between three components:

“…an intellectual premise consistent with all known science and which grows along with science

“…a moral premise reflecting absolute Libertarian reciprocity. This means no unjust encroachment against any creature or the environment to the detriment of any living thing. This also means absolutely no tolerance of such encroachment from others.”

At this, Lafcursiax smiles enthusiastically, raising a fist in the air. Sigurd continues,

 “… a source, not of dogmatic belief, but of archetypal inspiration, grounded in one's own ancestral mythology. 

“For Nordic peoples, this involves four cultures: Celtic, Anglo-Saxon, Germanic, and Norse It’s really simpler than popular opinion has make it, with all the phony psychology.”

Veronica looks impressed and replies,

“You know, it is simple, the way you explain it.”

Sigurd continues,

“There is no devil in Nordic culture, but the mythology is complex, with few long term alliances between any of the gods. It’s like a warrior free-for-all. As modern Pagans, we sort it all out simply by emphasizing the part that works best for us as Libertarians today.”

Lafcursiax smiles at this. Now Veronica turns to him,

“Lafcursiax, it’s your turn. What’s the Satanic viewpoint?”

Lafcursiax begins, gesturing towards Sigurd,

“Let me first say that we like Liberator and are in complete accord with everything they stand for, especially the Libertarian part.”

Veronica looks like she wants to ask about the Libertarian reference, but allows Lafcursiax to continue.

 “We do, however, stick with Judeo-Christian mythology for several reasons. Far more people believe in it, so even though ours is a revolutionary reaction to hypocrisy and timidity within Judeo-Christianity, having the common mythological base reaches more people.

“Judeo-Christian mythology is well organized. For every archangel above there is an archdeamon below. There are perfect parallel hierarchies of adversaries, right down to the lowliest of cherubs vs. imps. It’s like a war between two equal armies, with the command structure above perfectly reflected below, as in the still waters of a lake.”

Veronica,

“Wow, I had no idea of that.”

Lafcursiax replies,

“Most people don’t. The rabbis and monks who organized it all, had a lot of resources and time to work on it. They didn’t have to worry about hunting and fishing like the Viking peoples in the North.”

 Both Sigurd and Veronica smile.

Lafcursiax continues,

“We don’t believe in a devil residing in Hell, as Christians think we do, but champion, as a principle, Lucifer. the Bringer of Light more than we do Satan, invented by the Jews to be the Purveyor of Evil.

“Evil is the province of non-Libertarians. We want no part of initiating it, but will hit back if we have to. Our lyrics are specially written to make people motivated towards constructive change, and still feel like bad-ass rebels while they’re doing it.”

Veronica interrupts,

“Lafcursiax, you both mention Libertarianism. Let me first ask Sigurd to elaborate on this.”

Sigurd takes a deep breath,

“Veronica, we try to educate about the globalist bankers who rob all of humanity of the right to liberty, earned prosperity, and peace. They do this by manipulating currencies through privately owned central banks, like the Federal Reserve of the United States, and with the help of subverted politicians, engineer wars and economic upheaval so that they can lend money to governments for military mobilization and otherwise unnecessary social programs. 

Veronica is a Washington D.C. insider, so she understands the content of what Sigurd is saying, but is amazed that a musician knows this stuff and at his courage in speaking about it so directly.

He continues,

“Internationally these people are guilty of crimes against humanity on a scale greater than anyone in history. In their individual countries they are, at very least, guilty of treason. They continue in this only because

of public ignorance.

“We can have justice with legal precedents like those enacted at Nuremberg, but before an international tribunal can be convened and indictments issued, there must be increased public demand.”

Lafcursiax raises his fist again in agreement as Sigurd continues,

Veronica looks troubled and interrupts,

“But Sigurd, wouldn’t that be ex post facto legislation. If you convict people of crimes that were not illegal at the time they committed them, then who will be safe?” 

Sigurd,

“Good point, Veronica. That’s why I mentioned Nuremberg as the example. At very least, we will see the nationalization of central banks worldwide and the elimination of globalist banker monopoly. These are very smart people. They will prosper even if honest management is imposed on them with new legislation.

“Liberty-loving people need to learn about these matters and pass it on to others. This in turn must lead to activism, in this case resolutions and petitions by business and civic groups to international organizations and politicians everywhere.

Veronica to Lafcursiax,

“What about Libertarianism for Satanists?”

Lafcursiax replies,

“We consider the Bible a thousand pages of psycho-blabber lightly sprinkled with a little common sense Libertarian wisdom. Jesus had it right with the Golden Rule, and even Moses with the Ten Commandments, although much too imperious and long winded for us. The Pagan Witches say it best, “And it hurt none, do what thou wilt.”

Sigurd nods in agreement.

Lafcursiax continues, 

 “The thing we most despise about Christianity comes not from their scriptures, but from their clergy, I refer to all the puritanical crap about sex. It has produced an entire subculture of fairies, people who are so mixed up and guilt ridden that don’t even know which gender they should be with.

Sigurd smiles and adds to this,

”The thing we most despise is the intellectual and moral foot dragging about evolution. There is no issue here. Evolution was empirically proven in 1929, and is not a negation of intelligent design, but simply the means by which it is implemented. We all know that universal intelligence is the potential for manifest existence residing in un-manifest existence, like the principles underlying the light bulb before Thomas Edison.

“The endless subsidy of human non-viability

by government is a direct consequence of this ongoing denial of science by pig headed religioners who vote.” 

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Metal Heads of the North, Rise!

We call upon people of Nordic ancestry, especially musicians, to find their true heritage in Asatru / Wiccan / Pagan affiliations and iconography. Satan is a Hebrew personification and part of Judeo-Christian culture, not ours. The Roman Lucifer heralded a revolutionary reaction to the hypocrisy and injustice of modern societies, but our destiny demands more. We love the metal bands of Europe, but are tired of the blood, death, decay, and misery in the videos. Show us feasts in Valhalla, not all this outland-inspired negativity. It's lonely at the top, but superior spirituality never makes one unhappy.

Imagine a video depicting young Nordic men vanquishing sleazy outlanders who are trying to jive-talk or abduct young Nordic women. Imagine a video showing Nordic people seeing off outlander friends who are returning to their rightful ancestral homelands. Then the outlanders arriving home, embracing their true heritage, and building a new life. Then, years later, the Nordic people visiting their old friends, as tourists. All this with smiles and hope for the future.

Satan has public attention now, but let's show them Yggdrasil, Odin, Thor, Tyr, Baldur, Frey, Freya, Kvasir, and Frigga before Satan becomes cliché and loses inertia. Be proud and rejoice in your Nordic heritage. There is far greater fulfillment in being pro Woden / Wotan / Odin than in being merely anti-Jehovah / Christ. Let us not just walk angrily in the shadow of spirituality from the Middle-East. People of Nordic ancestry everywhere, Rise!

Hail  Odin!

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Magick of the North

Magick is the carefully directed use of make-believe, among other things, to the end of securing conditions greatly desired.

The use of magickal procedures is best confined to ceremonies honoring important ideals and events, or for the celebration of the seasons. It is usually best to achieve specific goals in life without the use of ritual procedures of any kind unless absolutely necessary. The ethical problems involved in trying to exert influence over other people at a distance are complex and parallel the issues surrounding the use of subliminal messages and surveillance.

Having reconciled beforehand the moral rightness of any working, the actualization of desired change in the external world can be effected within the context of magickal procedures thusly:

1. By ordinary, mundane methods, including all those known to profane science.

2. Through the manipulation of ancient archetypal imagery to inspire one's own subconscious mind to bring about the desired result. The latter day term for watered-down versions of this is "psychodrama."

3. By inspiring the subconscious minds of others, either present or at a physical distance through telepathy, or in the future, utilizing their expected clairvoyant reaction to things enacted now.

4. Directly, at a distance, by telekinesis.

5. By any combination of the above, including total astral projection.

6. By other methods utilized by certain individuals, not necessarily understood even by them, which "might" be working anyway, even accidentally. These also in combination with any other methods.

7. By necromantic processes, which the author must urgently warn against. Case histories abound.

Value of Ritual

There is no known instance of any properly performed ritual which did not accomplish the specific intention perfectly. In the case of those which would seem to indicate influence at a distance, the author has usually been at a loss to explain how the ritual actually worked, but has never felt any real need to know. In this, after all, it is results that one is seeking, not explanations.

It is not the author's intention to here present a lengthy treatise on magick, but rather to offer a corpus of very simple magickal procedure which has evolved in the course of his own experience, and which is perfectly in keeping with the principles of evolutionary dualism.

It has been remarked that this approach to magick is like that of a meticulous attorney making a contract with elemental forces - a contract streamlined and succinct and yet very inclusive, leaving no loopholes for daemons.

Although such rituals lack the length and complexity which would render them difficult to recall, and therefore to perform, by severely flickering lantern light on a secluded windswept mountain top in unbearably exciting company, they have nonetheless been found to be extremely effective. Since some of them serve as a mere "setting of the scene" in preface to other rituals of individual choice or device, the practitioner desiring ornate complexity has therein, a free hand as the occasion demands.

There are instances in more complex rituals where one uses only the tracing of the Circle of White Flame, wanting to evoke or visualize nothing more at that moment than the desired scene within which to complete the remainder of the ritual. It is a principle here that the magician of power need never perform a ritual banishing of any entity whatever. All purely spiritual potencies can be won to allegiance in sufficient measure, regardless

of stature.

"Rejoicing in the Sun" is for use at any hour of the day or night.

"Full Moon and Festival" is for Full Moon nights and traditional seasonal festival days. The appropriate ritual following the preliminary steps can be obtained from various books which reflect the particular Nordic heritage

of the practitioner or may be composed.

"Consecration" gives complete leeway for the creative channeling of vital energy in the consecration of magickal instruments. This is a very personal area and it is advised that the practitioner think carefully concerning what he is about, and here especially, should make written record for future reference. The setting up and evolving of a ritual chamber can be one of the most rewarding areas in magick and should be attended to meticulously.

Consecration renders any item a living tool and weapon of power for the magician's exclusive and practical use in furthering the Great Work, especially as it concerns formal magickal or occult procedures of any kind, whereas naming, with or without consecrating, renders any item a living object of recognition, tribute, inspiration, and power in a less formal sense. Items long known by a specific name need not be named ritually, just as items possessing natural or legendary properties rendering them suitable to a specific use, need not be consecrated.

Although it is true that a transition or funerary ritual usually should, because of importance, be placed under the more elaborate format of "Grand Purpose," or can a much shorter ritual "Transition." Since this rite may have to be performed in a public cemetery or, when there are ashes from cremation, aboard a ship or in some other not very private place, one in mourning may prefer a very brief ritual which can be completed before any busy onlookers or "concerned" elements have time to impinge.

Regardless of which ritual is used, it is well that the Magician consecrate the remains as a talisman to his service. In this one very practical sense "Transition" is also a variation of the ritual "Consecration."

"Grand Purpose" is for the producing of change. The heart of any ritual is of course, the part that the magician writes and acts out, especially later. "Grand Purpose" should only be used for matters of the utmost importance to the magician. It is recommended that such use be confined to conjurations associated with overwhelming lust (1), ceremonies of marriage or divorce, and the charging and consecration of major talismans of a universal nature.

Works of compassion or justice will best be dealt with outside of the formal procedures of magick. Important works of any nature, magickal or otherwise, should always be contemplated dispassionately and planned carefully well in advance.

"Grand Initiation" is an adaptation of "Grand Purpose" and can itself be adapted for any area of Nordic attainment.

Important Note:

In evolutionary dualism and in Nordic religion, the altar is positioned against the north wall of the chamber. The practitioner initiates cardinal procedures in the North, turns deosil in these, and addresses most other operations to the South. This arrangement gives a very symmetrical stance relative to the entire sweep of the heavens by both Sun and Moon. It gives a good command of the chamber and of all dominions to the South. It also puts the impassable frozen domain of the North and the Pentacle at one's back.

Herein the practitioner will find an Old Norse symbol utilized as a universal inspiration. The World Tree Yggdrasil is a representation of steadfastness and eternal life through unimpeded evolution. In Norse religion it

is appropriate to use a representation of Yggdrasil on the North wall as the Pentacle.

As a part of magickal growth, however, the aspirant is urged to create his own Pentacle. The importance of this cannot be exaggerated. For the Norse kinsman, there is nothing to prohibit the incorporation of the World Tree into the design of such a Pentacle or vice versa.

General Information on Magick

1. The word "occult" means "hidden." There can be occult or arcane knowledge pertaining to anything about which the average person is generally ignorant. A secondary meaning, but much more common, is to describe phenomena commonly associated with the so called "supernatural." There is no such thing as the supernatural. This is a silly and self-contradictory term.

2. In the universe there are three kinds of natural phenomena: those known to profane science and therefore to the populace at large, those known to wizards and adepts, and those known to no man.

3. Spirituality is positive only when it uplifts, not when it retards or enslaves. The fanatical or bigoted religioner in credulous superstitious impotence makes slavish obeisance to things which clearly do not exist. The Magician of Light, with the power conferred by truth, works with elemental forces, these often couched in that obscure archetypal symbolism which would make the uninitiated observer attribute an even greater credulity and superstition to the magician himself.

4. Those who must make obeisance to things which do not exist are often terribly resentful of those who are not similarly afflicted and are also to that extent, "insane." In Medieval times the use of obscure symbolism in magick was a product of necessity, not only as a way of keeping power out of the hands of the profane, but to avoid being murdered by insane religioners.

5. Black books, or grimoires, in the Middle Ages were used as a cookbook method to obtain that which would more commonly be sought through prayer. They were frequently used by popes but were forbidden as evil because they were seen as eliminating the need for a clerical middleman between the user and God. In some instances they were regarded as quite dangerous. Today of course, there is even violent stuff in some of them (2).

6. There is one goal for the true magician - total and absolute mastery of the universe. While such will not be immediately achieved, one who works diligently will accomplish far more than otherwise. The magician, in this instance, should first concern himself with the microcosm, that recapitulation of the macrocosm  within.

7. A good ritual, properly performed, can be a milestone in one's life and will glitter like a constellation of bright stars in one's memory.

8. The subconscious of the wizard king is the commander of all his legions. The king must advise this captain wisely because the king himself becomes marshaled among the ranks.

Remember ~

Whatever thou believest, so will it be unto thee.

9. Evil entities on any plane, without producing evil side effects, can be utilized for good purposes only by the most advanced of adepts.

10. Speak not upon profound matters in the presence of profane individuals. Objects also of an arcane nature should be kept from the sight of the uninitiated. People of little seriousness will seldom ask questions, frequently will have their "own ideas" about what they see, will make value judgments, form conclusions, and often repeat these conclusions as though they were facts.

11. The citadels of human rottenness are often priceless architectural treasures which will be ritually cleansed and consecrated to higher purposes at some point in the future.

Take heart!

On the Purging of the West

~ Elof II ~

"Beware the cowardly slaves of false and unnatural prophets. Cast them out and shun them, for they are the shamefast servants of vileness."

"Eventually it will be proclaimed throughout the land that these false ones are false, and wherever they shalt walk they shalt walk ashamed, and in that time it will be clearly seen that they have been terribly, terribly swollen, nay, bloated with the wretched false importancy of the lower self, and that their words have been merely the vile banal trumpetings therefrom."     

Footnotes:

1. Preferably with the desired individual present as a co-participant.

2.  "Bile of Traitor, Vile Userer's Lung, Cruel Husband's Cullions, Shrill Wife's Tongue.

At Dark of Moon, Oathbreaker's Dung, beat

out with Sticks before he's hung."

         ~  "Grimoire of the Sun Warrior" ~

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Country Living

September 25, 2031

Life is stable. Wendy, the Book Witch, has a good job at the town library in St. Johnsbury. Nurse Sage and Debbie the Psych Witch,  work at the Northeastern Vermont Regional Hospital, only twenty minutes away.

Independently wealthy Willie stays home, maintains the property, reads in his library, and writes books.

Since Willie is a gourmet chef, he prepares awesome dinners for his beauties, which are ready at 5:30 P.M. every evening when the Witches come home.

Once in a while, Sage, the Healing Witch, is late because of emergencies at the hospital. When this happens, Wille reheats her food.

They talk during dinner, but read alone until bedtime and on weekends initiate slowly through the degrees of the Ordo TRS.

Willie prepares and mulches a wide vegetable garden parallel to the long driveway. In spring, each resident will plant, prune, and harvest their own particular favorites. Willie will do the cultivating by day and fertilize lightly at intervals just before it rains.

On days off, there are many scenic overlooks for hiking and mountains for climbing. 

All but Wendy are good skiers. She is thrilled by the prospect, and takes her first lesson in late December when they visit Cannon Mountain in New Hampshire.

In February 2032, they visit Quebec for Winter Carnival and are amazed by the huge ice sculptures that will disappear in Spring.

In early October they go to Montreal for three days of museums and culinary splendor. 

And, of course, they visit friends on Chestnut Street in Salem, leaving early October 28, returning late November 1, and plan to do this every year.

November 3, 2032

The family imitates into the 6^th degree of the Ordo TRS and, as Libertarian synchronicity will have it, just in time for a series strange events put upon them by the local community.

The Listener

Charly Voyer is a religious fanatic of the malicious variety. He is also the town property tax assessor, and likes to ferret out scandal and invent slanders about new people in town so he can justify to himself and others unjust  victimization via disproportional taxation.

November 6, 2032

On this Indian Summer Saturday, Charly comes to the screen door of the Castle kitchen to drop off a tax questionnaire. Sage and Willie are in the butler’s pantry talking. Charly listens. Willie is feeling very romantic and puts his hands on Sage’s hips. Quoting from one of Butler’s Wiccan Rituals he looks in her eyes,

“Lovely Lady Freya, known by so many names to so many men at different times and different places: Aphrodite, Bride, Cerridwen, Diana, Arianrhod, Ea, Melusine, Isis. All these and many more are the names by which you are adored. Yet do I know you as Freya, and in that name is it meet that I worship you. Adore I the spirit of you, and of your Lord Woden, in love and in grateful thanks.”

Then he kisses her.

Charly hears enough to know that these very independent people who keep to themselves, are in fact bona fide Witches.

He steals away quickly so they won’t hear him.

Charly interprets what he hears in accordance with the mythology underlying his own religious tradition and so equates all Witchcraft with service to the Hebrew character, Satan.

At dinner he tells his wife what he heard, and then adds with a sneer,

“The good book says ‘Thou salt not suffer a Witch to live.’ Today the laws of man say we can’t burn them at the stake anymore, but at least we can tax the hell out of them.”

Charly doesn’t realize that this passage, in the Wycliffe edition before the Hebrew “translation,” refers not to Witches generically, but only to Venifica, poisoners.

Even if you were to tell Charly this, it wouldn’t mitigate his malice in the least, and would probably inspire him to label you a Witch for knowing so much more about it than he does. 

The Watcher

Jim Werth is a drifter and every time he moves to a new town, pretty young women begin to disappear. He is one who enjoys every nook and cranny of beautiful women, but either lacks, or rejects the value of, what it takes to gain this intimacy in the normal way, so he simply strangles them to death as a prelude to his foreplay, then follows up with sexual intercourse, and burial.

Nobody would ever suspect Jim of these things. On the surface he seems like a nice fellow. He makes friends easily. and supports himself by selling clothes made by Hong Kong tailors. He can order and receive shipments quickly from anywhere in the United States, and keeps a basic inventory which he takes from place to place in a large van that he also uses for the capture of women.

Jim came to Lyndon in August, and first saw Debby at the supermarket in September. He followed her home and has been watching her, pork in hand, ever since. Daily he grows more frustrated by the fact that there is no way he can abduct her without being seen. Lately he has been thinking about actually entering the Castle and having Debbie in the privacy of her own home. To this end he has been studying the coming and going of cars. 

November 15, 2032

Debbie has a tummy ache today and calls the office saying she will leave for work a little later than usual. Jim sees Sage, then Wendy, leave as always, and with binoculars also sees that Willie’s car is not in the garage. Willie must have gone out early. Looks like Debbie is home alone today.

Jim is parked at the White Market on the east side of the common. He walks over, down the driveway, around to the back porch, and enters the house.

Charly Voyer’s office window faces the Castle. He is watching attentively until Jim goes behind the house, and now feels distressed because he likes Jim, but finally considers that maybe Willie, like himself, is just a clothing customer, not necessarily in the act of receiving a fellow Pagan visitor.

In actuality, Willie’s car is at the dealership service center and he is home today as usual, but working on a project at his tool bench in the garage. He sees Jim enter the porch, grabs his steel core cedar tire knocker, and follows Jim into the house fast.

Jim is also a fast mover and is already upstairs. From night reconnaissance with binoculars Jim knows which room is Debbie’s and briskly crosses the bedroom floor to her dressing table. She rises. He reaches for her throat, but her knee comes up quick to his spuds, and he buckles over gasping. Willie enters the room and delivers a dislocating blow to the back of Jim’s neck with the tire knocker. Jim dies immediately.

With a foxy smile, Debbie says,

“Thank you, Willie. I know you mean well, but I really wanted to have a little fun with this creep first. Who is he anyway?”

Willie says,

“He’s that itinerate Hong Kong tailor guy I told you about. Beyond that I don’t know, but I have an anonymous letter taking shape in my mind that may help to illuminate the FBI as to his larger identity. I’ll date it as being written six days ago, and send it to a friend in Florida who will mail it from there, but first we have to get this damned cadaver off property quick.”

Debbie’s tummy ache has subsided. They put garbage bags over each end of Jim, and carry him downstairs. Debbie puts two shovels and a rake into her car trunk, and backs over the empty pumpkin patch up to the porch door. They load Jim into the trunk and leave for a deeply forested area to the north. Charly Voyer doesn’t see this part because now he’s talking with a co-worker in an adjacent office.

They bury Jim. Debbie drops Willie, the shovels, and rake off at the Castle and goes to work. Willie rakes the tire marks off the pumpkin patch and lawn, then goes inside.

11/9/32

Attn: Federal Bureau of Investigation

It has been brought to my attention by two friends in different towns out west that an itinerant fellow who sells clothes made by Hong Kong tailors arrived in each of their towns around the same time that pretty young local girls began to disappear.

Below, please find the name this fellow is currently using and the address of the tailors in Hong Kong. They can probably tell you all the places he has worked over the past few years and you might be able to match these locations up with missing girl reports. That much circumstantial evidence would be very hard to shake off. Maybe there are even unidentified fingerprints on file, but I’ll leave the forensics to you.

For my own health I prefer to remain anonymous. I hope you nail this guy.

Very truly yours,

A Concerned American

Willie seals the letter in a stamped envelope addressed to the FBI, then encloses this in a bigger envelope addressed to his friend, with a brief note asking him to mail the letter from Florida. Willie goes to the Post Office, has lunch, then continues in the garage. As he works, it gets windy outside, putting finishing touches of normalcy on the pumpkin patch.

Initial Inquiry

That night at dinner Debbie and Willie tell Wendy and Sage what happened. Willie reads his copy of the FBI letter aloud, and adds,

“You may have noticed Jim’s van parked over at the market. I thought of moving it, but  it’s too risky, so there will be general police inquiry long before the FBI arrives, if they arrive at all.

“If anyone saw Jim and somebody asks me, I’m going to say, yes, I saw Jim walk around back. I raised the garage door to say hello, but was too late. He kept going, and I saw him just as he went around the front of the house.

“If they ask what I did then, I’ll just say that I thought nothing more about it because people look at the house and take pictures all the time.

“Debby, if anyone saw us leave and come back, and somebody asks: I was showing you the other properties designed by Lambert Packard, the ones I showed you last month. Here’s the sequence list. Please memorize it, then put the list in the wood stove.”

November 17, 2032

Chief of Police Chartier visits town offices and asks everyone if they have seen Jim Werth, because his truck has been at the supermarket for two days and Jim’s landlord needs some rent money fast. Charly Voyer decides to keep what he saw to himself pending some investigation of his own.

Busy Charly

Charly has worked himself into a fantasy scenario that Jim went to the Castle to peddle clothes and since he has disappeared, must either have been sacrificed to Satan by the Witches, or is being held captive and tortured by the women at frequent intervals. One night he inadvertently gets a boner thinking about this. His wife Clara notices and says,

“Why Charles, look at you! I thought you didn’t like this nightie.”

“I don’t. I was visualizing you without it, dear.”

he lies.

Clara blushes and says,

“Oh, you horny old devil… Please come to bed quickly, before it goes away.”

Charly performs his husbandly duty, and the next day starts to watch for an opportunity to enter the Castle with nobody at home. If he can rid the town of these down-country evildoers, he will be a hero at church, a small town saint.

November 18, 2032

After the girls leave for work, Willie locks up  the house and drives to St. Johnsbury to go grocery shopping. Charly sees him leave, and has noticed that whenever Willie goes out he’s usually gone for at least ninety minutes. Charly is exited, and impatient because he has to attend a short meeting before he can leave on “town business” for thirty minutes or so.

When the meeting is over, Charly takes a flashlight, walks briskly across the town common, around to the back of the Castle, nervously looks both ways, breaks a window pane into the storage room behind the kitchen, unlocks the window, has a hard time raising it, but finally enters. A neighbor sees him go in, but decides to sit on the information for the sake of his own tax bill.

Charly knows the house well from past tax inspections. First he visits the cellar, then goes from room to room. He is just entering the third floor tower room when he sees Willie’s car turn into the driveway.

In a blind panic, Charly runs down the narrow passage to the third floor landing hoping he can make out the front door on the first floor before Willie hears him. Charly is an awkward fellow at times, and snags his right foot under the oriental carpet floor runner, pitches forward, and catapults over the banister, sailing twenty-five feet to the hard oak stairs at the second floor landing. When he hits, his back snaps like a twig, and he dies instantly. 

Willie hears Charly land, grabs his kitchen pistol, and runs upstairs. He sees Charly, checks his pulse, searches the entire house to see if there are any other intruders. The last place he searches is the storage room. He finds the broken window, and sighs.

At first he thinks of calling Chief Chartier, but projects ahead to the complex questions that would probably be asked in the wake of Jim Werth’s disappearance, and decides to remove Charly the same way he and Sage removed Jim on Monday.

As Willie drives north, he remembers that Charly loves to fish and has the lazy thought of dumping him into the river… but would Charly be fishing on a workday… without his pole and tackle box? Nope. He’s glad to have brought a shovel. He says aloud to himself,

“These people up here are like flies, they just won’t leave us alone. Too many cadavers can be very annoying. As a kid in school, I never thought to become a grave digger.”

On the way home, Willie buys a pane of glass at the hardware store. He rakes the lawn and pumpkin patch again, then takes an hour and ten minutes to dig out the old putty, install the new glass, add new putty, and clean the glass. Time for lunch.

At dinner he tells the girls. Debbie says,

“What a coincidence. On the way home I stopped to inquire about a zoning variation for the Castle as a mortuary / funeral parlor. They said to come back tomorrow and ask Charly.”

Willie says,

If anyone saw Charly, and someone asks,

we mention that I found a broken window, but no evidence of entry, and figured it was kids. 

Further Inquiry

November 29, 2032

Willie’s letter reaches an FBI agent who prefers to work alone. After a short but very productive investigation, the G-man arrives in Lyndon and visits the Chief of Police.

“Good morning, Chief Chartier. I’m Special Agent John Coluvis of the Federal Bureau of Investigation… I’m seeking a man who is currently calling himself James Werth. He’s my prime suspect in the disappearance of forty-seven young women in eleven towns all over the United States during the past eight years. My source shows his most recent location as Lyndon Vermont, but I have no street address. Can you help me locate him?”

The Chief looks astounded,

“I surely wish I could. He’s been missing since November 15^th, but I’ll give you the street address, so you can visit. His landlord will let you in, and I’m sure if he hears anything from his tenant he’ll be very happy to contact you, because Werth owes him back rent.

“Probably no connection, but people are disappearing like flies around here. The town tax assessor Charly Voyer has been missing since November 18^th.”

Agent Coluvis looks thoughtful and asks,

“Are the two missing men acquainted?”

“Absolutely. Charly told me he bought clothes from Jim recently and was very pleased with his order. I’m sure you know about Jim’s connection with Hong Kong tailors.”

“Yes, I do.”

replies Coluvis. The Chief asks,

“Do you think there’s a connection between the two disappearances?”

“I have no specific reason to believe there is, but I have to consider every possibility.” 

Reluctant Witness

After learning of Charly’s disappearance, the neighbor who saw him enter the Castle decides he better contact Chief Chartier and tell what he saw. The chief tells Coluvis.

November 30, 3032  8:05 A.M. Agent Coluvis visits the Castle and knocks at the kitchen door. Willie answers. After introducing himself, Coluvis says,

“I’m investigating the recent disappearance of two local men. Specifically in this case, a Mr. Charles Voyer, because one of your neighbors claims that on November 18, he saw Voyer break a rear window in this house and enter.”

Willie is genuinely surprised,

“So that’s who did it! But why would he? As

tax assessor he has legal access to inspect the house. He saw every corner of the place just after I finished the work in 2036.

“When I saw the window, at first I thought it was a burglary and searched the entire house. Nothing missing or out of place. Then I decided that it was either a crook who chickened out and left without entering, or a kid getting even because I yelled at him last month for peeing on the teahouse.”

Coluvis chuckles. He senses that there is more to this than Willie is telling him, but also gleans Willie’s value as a person.

Willie likes Coluvis and says,

“Come in. I replaced the window, but I’ll show you where it is. Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please. Black, no sugar.”

Willie says,

“Wendy, we are honored have the FBI visiting today about missing persons. Special Agent Coluvis needs some black coffee.”

Willie shows Coluvis the window, then seats him at the big kitchen table. Wendy pours. Coluvis continues,

“The other missing person is Jim Werth.

Do you know him?”

“I talked with him briefly once at the diner, but a couple of weeks ago he walked around the back of the house. I was in the garage, saw him, came out, but by the time I got to the corner, he was just going around to the front of the house. I didn’t bother yelling to him, because I figured he was just sightseeing. 

“But why would the Chief of Police call in the FBI about missing local men?”

“He didn’t. I have strong evidence pointing to Jim Werth as the prime suspect in the disappearance of forty-seven pretty young women over the past eight years. I traced him here and then contacted the Chief.”

Willie hadn’t heard about this part, but is not at all surprised, except by the sheer number of women.

“This is scary. I live with three pretty young women. Now I’m thinking that maybe Werth was scouting here for more than the mere appreciation of architecture. If I see him on property again, I’ll save you some trouble, and just blow his brains out, then call you.”

“No, please don’t. Just make a citizen’s arrest. Remember, he’s only a suspect at this point. If he’s convicted he’ll be given lethal injection. It will be on public television and do far more good than if you execute him privately. Okay?”

“Yah, you’re right. Public disincentives are better, but I have another question…  why would you ask me about Jim Werth in the first place?”

“No reason except the common sense speculation that two recent disappearances, being a rare thing in a town like this, might somehow be connected.”

“True. This is a real brain teaser. What percentage of missing persons are found?”

“The demographics are unclear. Many police officials claim that too many cases are listed as unsolved because authorities are rarely informed when the missing people turn up.

“The reason why I think we can convict Werth is because the forty-seven women were in eleven towns, and he lived in each during the period when the girls went missing.”

“Yah. that’s too much coincidence. Almost like eye witnesses. If I were on the jury I couldn’t sleep at night if I didn’t vote guilty …want some more coffee?”

“No, I have to go. Thank you though, and thanks for your cooperation.”

“I’ll let you know if I see or hear anything.”

That night at dinner Wendy and Wille tell

Sage and Debbie about the visit and the

entire conversation with Coluvis. 

The Undead

December 8, 2032  7:36 A.M.

The family is eating breakfast. A  black sedan pulls into the driveway, a man dressed in black gets out. Debbie sees him first as he walks very slowly towards the kitchen door,

“Oh, not again! Look who’s outside. It can’t be Jim Werth, but it is! And look how pale he is.”

Willie looks, and gets the kitchen pistol.

Wendy looks, and says to Willie,

“I think you may need a stake and mallet.”

Among cognoscenti, there have been reports of vampires all over New England lately, so Wendy may be right. Willie looks at Sage,

“Only you can be the hero this time. I’ll ask him into the kitchen. Please go fast. Fetch your bow and Ashwood hunting arrows, then shoot him in the heart without hesitation the instant you see him on your return. He will hear you coming and remember how fast they are.”

Moving quickly himself, Willie tucks the pistol under his belt out of sight, goes to the kitchen door, and opens it just as Werth knocks.

Willie says with an ironic chuckle,

“Mr. Werth, good day. I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. Please come in.”

Werth enters silently, casting a cold but hungry look at Debbie, then Wendy. Willie continues,

“How can we help you?”

Werth answers, but with a somewhat different voice than Willie remembers,

“I have evaluated you financially online. I think one million dollars in hundred dollar bills would be fair under the circumstances.”

Willie smiles indulgently,

“Sorry, Mr. Werth. The FBI is in town and knows all about the forty-seven women you murdered. You can’t function anywhere in America when everybody knows your face... not that I would pay it anyway…”

Werth seems to feel that he has been accused unjustly, but before he can reply, Sage enters, arrow in place, draws, and impales Werth’s heart. He gasps, falls to one knee, looks very surprised, then pans everyone with a hateful sour look, blinks, and keels over dead.

Sage checks his wrist and says, 

“No pulse, but then he probably wouldn’t have one anyway, would he?

Debbie looks at him closely and says,

“I think he’s really dead this time, but he was really dead last time too. Is all this real?”

Willie says,

“He may not be a vampire, but why fight success when an Ashwood arrow is at hand?

“I’m thinking that somewhere he got bitten. The change was pending, and still in the works when we buried him. He woke up underground and dug his way out. We can only guess how he cleaned himself up, got new cloths, and a car. These are strange days…”

Sage looks thoughtful,

“What if he was a vampire all along, and just setting you up for blackmail with the attack on Debbie? Vampires also need money to survive, just like everybody else, not just blood.”

Willie ponders this,

“True, but if he was a vampire all along why is he so suddenly pale? If you’re right, however, and I hope you are, we won’t have to worry about who bit him. It would have happened a long way from here, possibly a long time ago. But since we don’t know, we need to be vampire-ready for some time to come.”

“Here are my suggestions for the current dilemma: Debbie, we can’t have you late for work again. Either you or Sage can drive his car. The other follows at maximum distance. Leave his car at Butson’s in St. Johnsbury. The one who drives it should walk a good distance away from the car before the other picks her up. In case anyone’s looking, we don’t want it to be too engaging.

 “Wendy can join me on burial detail this time. My first thought was to save work and put him back in the same hole, but there may be things we don’t know, so I think this time we should use a different location and bury him with a quicklime bath. I’ll bring the water, buy the lime on the way up, and get Wendy back to work just in time.”

Everything goes like clockwork with the car drop-off. The second burial takes a little longer than the first because the soil is starting to freeze.

At dinner Willie says,

“I’ve been working all day on the making of four daggers with Ashwood blades. They’ll be finished by tomorrow night. I’m not fooling around on this. They’ll be inscribed with the  proper runes, and tonight I’m going to write a consecration which we will perform tomorrow night… If you have any other ideas about any aspect of this, no matter how obscure they might seem, please share.”

December 9, 2032  8:00 P.M.

The four Pagans, robed in forest green, perform the consecration, each using their own inscribed dagger as Athame.

Ritual of Consecration

Four Witches ~ Degree 6  Ordo TRS

I. Rejoicing in the Sun

II. Tracing the Circle of White Flame

to the Four Quarters

III. Ringing of Bell Three Times Each

to the Four Quarters

IV. Consecration

Four together:

"We assembled here

in the

Great Name of Yggdrasil,

do consecrate these daggers each as,

(Name) Vampires’ Bain,

in our service to the end of days."

V. Ringing of Bell Three Times Each

to the Four Quarters

"Love is the Law, Love under Will.

Hail unto the Aesir and Vanir!

Hail unto the Alfar!

Hail Yggdrasil !"

 *  *  *

Evening News

December 10, 2032

Willie is watching the early local news on TV as he prepares dinner. The anchor lady reports:

“Here’s a puzzling update to the story about the disappearance of James Werth of Lyndon Vermont: This afternoon St, Johnsbury Police investigated a report about an abandoned car in the parking lot at Butson’s Supermarket. They traced the registration to a man named Thomas Werth, who it turns out, is the twin brother of James Werth. Nobody in either town has come forward with any information as to the whereabouts of either of these man.”

When Agent John Coluvis hears this he visits Chief Chartier and tells him,

“Chief Chartier, my belief is that someone has rid the planet of both James and Thomas Werth. I’ve decided to return home, but if there is any update on the whereabouts of either man, please contact me immediately, also do this if there are any more instances of missing young women.”

The chief replies,

“This is sure a strange case, and don’t worry, I’ll contact you fast if there’s any change.

At dinner Willie tells the girls,

“… so much for Werth being a vampire, but if we do encounter any in future at least we already have the daggers. I’m keeping mine in the glove compartment of my car.”

Many things have happened lately, but there are several things the family doesn’t know about. Although Jim Werth kept his brother well informed about his general activities and whereabouts, there was not perfect reciprocity in this. Thomas Werth was in fact a vampire, bitten earlier in the year back in Ohio. He liked this condition, and was planning to visit his brother soon to see if he would want to be converted.

After getting his million dollars in blackmail money it was Thomas Werth’s plan to drain each family member one at a time as hunger would dictate.

Sage wanted her Ashwood arrow back, so it’s a good thing that Willie dissolved Thomas Werth with quicklime, or they would have had to deal with him again.

It’s also true that Thomas bit a local woman before he visited the castle and she is in the process of change even as the unsuspecting family enjoys dinner.

The illusion of ongoing normalcy can illicit routine enjoyment of living, at least for a while. 

January 8, 2033

Finally there is good snow cover across Northern New England. The family does a lot of skiing for the rest of the winter. Wendy has kept with her lessons and under excellent conditions is already looking pretty good on single diamond trails. The family continues their Nordic cultural studies.

On the Bandstand

February 16, 2033  10:03 A.M.

It’s very warm today. Willie is writing in the tower room library. He gets up to stretch and admire the town common in the late morning sunlight, but suddenly starts when he sees someone sitting in the bandstand looking right at him. She beckons.

Willie has a strong sense of adventure when it comes to women, but right now, at another level, he feels increasingly troubled as he crosses the snow towards her.

She’s of medium height, sitting on one of the benches with her back straight and legs slightly apart. She’s twenty-two, very beautiful, with raven black hair, wearing a white blouse, with no panties under the short plaid skirt, a trendy fashion statement, good for wafting.

As he approaches, he notices her smell, kind of toxic, but when he looks in her eyes he wants it anyway. She says with a cool smile,

“Hi Willie. I’ve heard about you… I like your house and wanted to meet you… Got room for one more? I need a place to live.”

Willie is impressed to say the least, and is becoming embonered as he says,

“You come right to the point, don’t you?”

She smiles, and replies as she lifts her skirt,

“I know what you want… don’t wait… No one will see if you do it quickly.”

His knees feel appropriately responsive, but half the town could be watching and probably are, so good judgement prevails.

“There’s more privacy in the house. We can do stuff inside, then I’ll show you around, and make us some lunch.”

Even as Willie says this, he wonders why he’s thinking that she doesn’t look like someone who would need to eat lunch.

Taken off  guard, he suddenly remembers customary politeness,

“What’s your name?”

That cool smile again,

“Janet”

In the House

Willie takes Janet upstairs to his room, sits her on a chair, and does what he wanted to do on the bandstand. Now they get naked. In bed they engage in every erotic technique known to civilized people, and a few more besides. They miss the lunch hour. Janet luxuriates in the big tub in family bathroom, while Willie showers in his room.

3:30 P.M. They dress and go down to the kitchen where Willie starts to prepare dinner. Janet wants to help but tonight it’s only the reheating of thawed items prepared the week previous. She says,

“Willie, I really enjoyed being with you upstairs. Before the girls arrive, I need to get your initial reaction to something. There are things I want to tell you about myself that I believe could influence you and the girls in a positive way about having me come live with you…

I guess what I need to know is whether you think there is any viability at all in my premise.

If not, I can just leave now if you want.”

Willie is intrigued by disarming humility, smiles and replies,

“No, stay for dinner and give us your pitch. We can always kick you out after desert.”

Janet looks contented.

At Dinner

Wendy comes home and Willie introduces Janet simplu as a dinner guest. As usual, fifteen minutes later, Sage and Debbie come home, and are also introduced. The food is ready, and the five sit down to dinner.

Once they are settled, Willie dishes out the food and announces,

“Your attention please: Sage, Debbie, Wendy. Earlier in the day, Janet and I shared a certain degree of intimacy, and now she has some stuff she wants to tell us about. I have no idea what it is, but am very eager to find out…

Willie has had a subconscious hunch taking shape about the possibility that Janet might be a vampire, so he adds,

“… but let me say to my three Witches, that just in case something Janet tells us about overlaps anything in our recent experience that we should not mention that to her at this time until we have had time to discuss it in private.”

The three Witches more or less understand. Janet looks a little puzzled. Willie says,

“Janet, please explain in whatever level of detail you feel comfortable with.”

Now Janet looks confident,

“I’m sure Willie has guessed, I too am a Witch… We exist even way up here near the Canadian border… Because of all the pig-headed religioners in this area I have unitized Judeo-Christin dichotomies in my workings, but am in complete accord with Wicca and Asatru.”

Willie and his three Witches look impressed. Janet feels reassured and continues,

“I’m a journalism major at the Community College. I love this house and I hope that Willie likes me half as much as I like him, because I want to come live here with all of you and am prepared to give you something of great value in return. At this point I will need your trust not to react negatively, until I can explain.”

The others show agreement. Janet takes a drink of water and a deep breath.

“Last year a man from Ohio named Thomas Werth came to town. He was a vampire… he got hungry one evening, hid behind a tree on campus, stepped out, and bit me…”

Willie and the three Witches feel good to hear that Werth really was a vampire. It turns out that all they went through was not in vain. It worked out perfectly. Janet continues,

… He drank only a pint of my blood… I think he felt sorry for me, so that’s why I’m still around… He made into a vampire too.”

Suddenly Janet is standing right next Willie. He flinches with surprise. She laughs, bends and kisses him on the cheek saying,

“Do you believe me, Willie?”

Then suddenly she is back in her seat.

Willie looks impressed and says,

“Yes, I believe you. Please continue,”

She does,

“Anyway… That’s why I haven’t eaten any of this nice looking food… to me, the biggest drawback of my condition. Otherwise I’m delighted with everything about the change… the super-human strength and speed, and of course, never growing old.

“People invent supernatural explanations for what they can’t explain scientifically. I’ve discovered things about vampire legends that are not true. I am not dead or undead, just a different order of living thing.

“My heart does beat, but only once every 4.8 minutes, faster if I engage in rigorous exercise. The difference is because of a more efficient utilization of oxygen in metabolizing protein. I breath automatically from the diaphragm more deeply than I did previously. Blood for me is like special high octane fuel for a racing car. I drink water, fruit and vegetable juice, but solid food won’t stay down, my body rejects it as superfluous intake.

“Vampires run cool, so our skin feels cool to the touch. I find sunlight very harsh. It feels like I would burn easily, so I stay out of it. I don’t sparkle in direct sunlight, but have read that different mineral content of water in some parts

of the country can contribute to that effect as a defense against sunlight by reflecting it.

“The point is, I can give you what I now enjoy and we could all continue for a very long time just as we are. I don’t think that vampires live forever, but that the more efficient metabolism helps to inhibit aging enzymes and eliminates much of the wear and tear that lead to aging.

“Probably something else would end us sooner, like an asteroid hitting the earth, but that could happen next week or in ten thousand years.”

Janet would like a break from talking, looks at the four silent listeners, and asks,

“There isn’t much more to say. Do you have any questions you would like to ask me?”

Debbie says,

“Yes, how have you been feeding since

Thomas Werth bit you?”

“I ignore the hunger until the last possible minute, then drive down country for a quick meal. I always do Socialists and Communists. I drain them completely, making the world a better place in the process, but it’s dangerous and time consuming. I’ve been trying to figure out a better way… like a chemical equivalent for blood.

“I’ve been talking to chemistry majors at the college, but they think my questions are weird. One of them made a good point, at least based on the limited reasons I gave him for asking. He answered me with a question: “If synthetic live blood was a current possibility don’t you think every modern hospital in the country would already have it?”

“I couldn’t argue. A chemical substitute would have to do everything that real blood does, transport oxygen, and supply the same nutrition for those who must drink it to live.”

There’s a long silence. The family members each look at each other. Finally Willie says, 

“I’m overwhelmed. What a strange and wonderful young woman. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I need to sleep on what you’ve said… maybe for three or four nights.

“There’s a lot to consider, but I like what you said about Socialists and Communists, and we all know there will never be any shortage

of them.”

Janet smiles happily, but then looks a little melancholy as she asks,

“What should I do in the meantime?”

Willie replies,

“If you’re desperate for shelter, you can stay in the little room with the queen bed off the third floor landing. It’s the only room left if you end up joining us. You’ll share the big family bath with Debbie. This house may be opulent, but it’s not really that big.”

Janet replies,

“Okay with me. My apartment rent comes due in three days. I’ll stay till the end, then call you first and come over with my stuff, which fits in only eight boxes. I‘m at the college six days a week so I wouldn’t be under foot all that much even if I do end up living here.”

Story continues in The Burklyn Vampires