No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

 Boundaries? I Got Your Boundaries Right Here    by Cathryn Platine

 

I received this email the summer of 2020 a year prior to our removal at Jeremiah Lennox’s urging of Viktoria Whitaker for lying, abuse and violation of all three of her oaths of elevation. At the time I dismissed it but as it turns out I should have paid attention to it.

KatyaDinnye@protonmail.com

8/6/20, 18:34

(No Subject)

Hi Cathy. You don't know me but I've heard a lot about you. Victoria Whitaker talks to everyone about how she is just waiting for you to die or be put in a home. I was there when she talked on the phone to a hospital you were in last summer, and she told them you're a pig and they should not send you to your home because you couldn't take care of yourself. I've been there when she told my friend that you stole your house from the people who paid for it by lying to them, and that she hates you for controlling her and for liking her rapist because he is your drug dealer. She talks to everyone about you dying from your heart or smoking or getting too sick to live in the house you're in, how she will make things better after that. She got really upset in January when you didn't die in surgery. She brought in a man to help her, and she says they are planning together to have a house without you. So maybe you're being played out by people who can't wait to celebrate your death. Or maybe she just tells big stories about you and she's a terrible person. I looked you up on the chance that this might be what's true. If so, I have done the only thing I can. Good luck to you. I'm not going to write to  you any more and I don't talk to her, but I listen. when she calls my friend. She doesn't care who hears as long as you don't. She tells everyone.

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This was confirmed later in a facebook reply to Jay Stewart, Julie Pousson stated;

“Jay Stewart, Vikki’s goal was to wait out Cathryn and take the place over. She stated this goal to me and to others. She profited off the losses she caused, and wholly deserves her fate.”

Clearly the man she brought in was Jay Stewart who has now been reported to his employer, UPS, for his terrorist activities in addition to the charges made to the FBI initially. The supposed rapist is Barry Lucas from the Phat Coffee House who not only did NOT rape her but resisted her unwanted stalking of him at his home after they had consensual sex that she bragged about to me several times. He is not my “drug dealer”. Apparently Viktoria was not shy about her plans and hatred of me while I was totally unaware of what a nasty, vicious, hateful liar she was. I hate doing so but will probably file a complaint with the New York tax people about Viktoria's campaign of lies via Jay which violates several state laws. While Jay has no resources to sue him for, Viktoria and her actual husband do. I do not even need a lawyer to file on my own behalf and perhaps I can find one to do so for the Maetreum as the real world damages are beyond a doubt as this point and her husband, Gary, is worth at least a million.

I did not want to have to continue to write about this but Jay started again with false, rambling libelous “reviews of the Maetreum" on Google business, now joined by “Rennie” (Deborah Graney) a convicted felon for writing bad checks and who was involved in firebombing my car and confessed to that in several Facebook postings!

We are now up to an accusation that I stole over a million dollars, which far exceeds the Maetreum’s total income for it’s entire history! The average income for the Maetreum a year is around 30 to 35 thousand a year for ALL our expenses including propane, electric, trash removal, property maintenance and repair and running the community radio station, which is duly licensed despite Jay’s repeated lies that it is not. Other than a few donations of under 50 dollars and a concert organized to fund a taller antenna by the Phat Coffee boys, the station and all it’s expenses has been funded by the Maetreum. The money raised at the concert went to buying the antenna which was never raised for lack of volunteers and sits out back and to pay music licensing fees for the station after asking those who raised it if that was ok. Once again, the bookkeeping of the Maetreum dictates that NO ONE gets paid or reimbursed. The money only flows in one direction and for fourteen years every single penny went through Viktoria’s hands as treasurer. Literally the only way any money could be misappropriated would have been if it was stolen from petty cash on the way to the bank, again ONLY Viktoria did that as the bank is in Albany and she set up the account herself. I live on below poverty level social security and most of that money is deposited directly in the Maetreum bank account as well as the royalties for book sales from the Cybeline Revival. Every penny ever in the bank account can be accounted for as for legitimate expenses. It held up under the attempts of the Town of Catskill to find anything fishy during our legal action against them.

These constant lies are taking their toll as intended. Now I am supposedly “wanted” in Ohio for contractor fraud. My business went bankrupt four years prior to my moving to New York and largely due to fraud on the part of a contractor I sub contracted for and resulting in my filing a mechanic’s lien against a church that is still active to this day due to shenanigans pulled in court by the bonding company and the judge's refusal to rehear the case as ordered to do so by the appeals court and then dying. I not only did not “flee” Ohio but after losing my company I worked for four years at pink collar minimum wage jobs while also engaged in national and local trans civil rights activism. If I was “wanted” I never heard about it. Not then, not ever.

I moved to New York after I was disabled in multiple workplace injuries in order to establish a home for newly transitioned transsexuals to bootstrap themselves because in those days (and it looks like the future now as well) you almost always lost everything and everyone in your life when you transitioned. Along with three other women of trans history, I put everything I had left into getting the property. We “stole it” from no one. At one point Jay claimed we cheated our lawyer…… quite the opposite as a matter of fact. She literally blackmailed us for additional funds at the end of the case and then kept all the court costs awarded to us. We never saw a penny of that money.

So, you ask, why are these people so dead set on destroying my life and the Maetreum? It’s called boundaries. Viktoria kept adding to our housing contract for those we took in with every specific violation of boundaries. It became almost a joke. No one was ever asked to leave who did not violate several of the rules and were given multiple chances. Most of the time they were asked to leave at Viktoria’s insistence! Many of the people such as Rennie and company she had placed binding spells on that I found while cleaning out the freezer. Viktoria was the one who invited most of these people to the Maetreum in the first place. The only one I recall bringing in was Julie who supposedly was not in need but going to contribute a full share but never did. Julie was NEVER told to leave, she set up a situation where social services told her not to return as recounted in a prior entry here. Whenever I set a boundary on behaviour or out and out abuse, I became the enemy of these people. Julie lied about her dog (an exception was made for it) being housebroken, it was not, and it bit at least five people I know of in two short months! She never had the funds she promised and her last act was to attempt to have social services invade what turned out to be our last Orphan’s Thanksgiving to force me to kick out an actual woman in need that she herself pushed on me along with Viktoria again, on Thanksgiving.  It was a case of pure karma.  I never told her to exit or whatever version Jay is pushing this week.

Most of those asked to leave stole from us and mostly myself on the way out and did damages to the property in the thousands of dollars. Police refused to take reports in all cases. What I finally learned from all this is you cannot help people on their way to rock bottom, only after they hit rock bottom. We never got any funding from any agency for taking folks in need in and I still do not regret that we did so but no longer trust my own judgment in doing so in the future. I was always a happy person, no longer. I am not sure I believe in the basic decency of people anymore having been shit on so completely and without end. Jay is taunting me now with “Jeremiah left you”. More accurately, seeing the unending and extreme harassment, he ran away before it came to him as well.

At a time when some trans folks are fleeing states where their very existence is being outlawed I now fear taking any of them in because I have been abused, gaslighted, libeled, slandered, threatened, had my car firebombed and attempts made to take over our home by criminals and sociopaths. I now live under siege as a result with cameras recording around the house and alarms set up to let me know if anyone comes on the property so I can defend myself if necessary. I am now 74 years old and going blind, can barely walk and living alone.

While the property of the Maetreum may not survive me at least I know the Cybeline Revival will through the work of our youngest priestess who is becoming a Goddess academic powerhouse and who teaches at a Pagan Seminary and publishes almost every month.

I keep hoping some sane Goddess women will join me before I pass so this property and the first Temple to Cybele in 1600 years will survive. I have dedicated my life to service of others in civil rights activism and taking in those in need on the meager means I have had myself. I can barely afford to live at this point and cannot even get dentures. This is apparently what you get for trying to make a better world.  Frankly I deserve a hellva lot better.

Postscript 10/15/23:   They are bombarding the Google business listing for the Maetreum with personal attacks as fast as Google removes them for violation of their rules.   This is due to my starting a new Facebook group for trans people feeling the call of the Goddess and posting it in another Facebook group with rules against the personal attacks and false accusations they trade in as an attempt to prevent us from doing anything positive. 

 10/16/23:  Today they started calling in for false wellness checks on me, I just had two social workers "drop by" because of the anonymous call in.   Word to the wise, done for harassment this is a felony in New York.

What a Long Strange Trip It’s Been --Part Three, the Insurrection

                                                                    

by Cathryn Platine

 

I have been writing this series of blog posts so as to leave behind the facts behind the deranged attacks being leveled against the Maetreum and myself all over the internet by Viktoria Whittaker and her psychopath lover, Jay Steward.

Viktoria’s assault on both the Maetreum and myself continues. She somehow didn’t get her certificate for becoming a third degree Corellian. She somehow was overlooked getting her Reiki master certificate and now, despite having been excommunicated from the only Cybeline Revival for openly breaking all three aspects of her oaths is somehow an “independent Cybeline Priestess. In fourteen years she did not contribute a single aspect of ritual, contribute any historical research and she uses the drumming pattern recovered by Dr. McMahon, Cybeline chakras I developed and the body of ritual I originated. Her basic dishonesty is staggering. A normal person forced out of a Pagan group for breaking their oaths and other crimes, would knock the dust off their feet and go on their ways especially knowing that my personal rules of engagement are not to pursue if the matter is dropped. An egomaniacal sociopath, on the other hand, would do what Viktoria has done. She mostly uses Jay Stewart as her proxy but make no mistake, all the things he says come straight from her. I cannot believe I was so clueless as to not see Viktoria for who she actually is and it has shaken my own faith in my ability to see people as they are to the core. It was not until the abuse started and she admitted she was a liar that I saw her as she is. I had told her for years one of the few things I could not stand was a liar because they left you nothing to work with.

Viktoria has sought out any and all people I may have had a conflict with for my entire life. If she hadn’t recently died, I’m fairly certain she would have sought out my ex spouse as well looking for anything that could be spun against me. The people she has allied with are often felons, mentally unstable people who have been in and out of mental institutions that we tried to help, drug addicts and the worst case, Chelsea Goodwin, a pimp of trans crack whores who with her partner, ran Transy House which was a trans themed crack whore house in Brooklyn. Many of the street girls from Transy House told me of how Chelsea would push them out to whore to raise money for her. I visited Transy House several times after I moved to New York and it looked exactly like what it was as anyone who ever visited the place can attest. Out of a misguided desire not to cast a negative image on that period of trans activism I have not said anything about any of this for decades now but as part of her alliance with Viktoria, Goodwin is once again targeting me using her radio show and passing on out and out lies about what we called “the insurrection”.

Pauline Park, founder of the New York trans activist group, NYAGRA , has written about how Chelsea almost destroyed that group  and I can attest she used exactly that same game plan on NTAC, the first grassroot national trans rights organization of which I was one of the founders. She has been notorious in NYC as someone who disrupts for the sake of disruption and managed to avoid ever having a psych professional evaluate her despite having “transitioned” and getting surgery she later expressed regret about in Europe. Psychopaths often have a common trait of gender fluidness and in the case of Chelsea this led to a de-transition to “Chet” for the sole purpose of pursuing a heterosexual woman as a lover outside her relationship with Rusty Moore. Chelsea is a self proclaimed vampire. Not the psychic type but an actual blood sucker. She has left in her wake a series of organizations she destroyed or attempted to destroy and mentally abused victims that passed through her hands. She has conned the greater LGBTQ communities of NYC that Transy House was a housing collective instead of the crack whore house it actually was.

Which brings us to Chelsea’s attempt to destroy the Maetreum of Cybele. Chelsea and Rusty sent many of their mentally ill people up to the Maetreum for rest for several years while both of them visited on a regular basis and participated in our rituals and even the Mysteries of the Season of the Tree. Many of these visitors visibly improved while here but in all cases, shortly after returning to Transy House were institutionalized for a period of time. I made the mistake of elevating her with several others after what would prove to be our most successful Season of the Tree in terms of participants including one who came all the way from Australia. Chelsea immediately started to try to totally disrupt our organization, not an easy feat given we are consensus based. Transy House was about to be condemned and Rusty sold it to her son for rehabilitation which meant Chelsea and Rusty needed a new base of operation. First they tried to remove the oldest priestesses in Conclave by adding a clause about not active participation. Then they worked on the lawyer who joined the same time Chelsea did. We were applying for our 501c3 status at this time and I had to stop the attorney from screwing the pooch just as she had done on my own Social Security disability case which cost me 15000 in lost benefits. Rusty never did join officially. The final step was to move into the Maetreum a totally insane trans person named Katrina who immediately started a campaign of abuse against me so bad I was even afraid to venture out to the bathroom. In the classic abuser pattern, Katrina disconnected my phone, came into my office room while I was sleeping and completely took my computer apart so I would be cut off from the outside world. Whenever I did leave my room she would take hundreds of photos of me trying for anything to use against me and when I tried to drive off the property she would jump in front of my car trying to make me hit her. All of this was at the direction of Chelsea.  While all this was going on Rusty hired a lawyer to try to take the Maetreum over legally. One of the people in on the phone call recorded it and I have a copy of that conversation where they are instructed to get me off the property and never let me back on because they had no legal case at all! All of the paperwork incorporating the church, the deed to the property, the organization model, the tax exempt paperwork and the 501c3 were prepared and signed by me personally. None of them appeared on any official document pertaining to the Maetreum and the lawyer knew it. I went to the State Police requesting they remove these people from the property and they refused because the fix was already in with the town of Catskill.

Chelsea personally threatened to carve me up like a turkey and they conducted illegal Conclaves (as Battakes I was the only person who could call a Conclave under our organization model). A couple I knew from Ohio were visiting and saw I was severely being abused and helped me move temporarily down the street into an apartment fearing for my life literally.

The year before all this went down we had applied for and was granted property tax exemption because the property was deeded to the incorporated church, the Maetreum of Cybele. Having driven me off the property, Rusty and Chelsea moved in temporarily and discovered maintaining a 150 year old inn was beyond their ability. Chelsea then told the Town of Catskill we were a sham religion which led to an illegal inspection I was left out of and resulted in revoking our tax exempt status. It took an eight year long legal battle and almost 100 grand in legal fees to get it back.

Chelsea wrote to others that the entire house was screaming at her to get out and they did leaving behind a couple of crack addicts and a vicious dog to keep me from moving back in. I managed to move back into the caretaker’s house at this time and shortly afterwards the crack addicts fled in fear I would take legal action against them. It was shortly after this that Viktoria became involved in the Maetreum during the period of time we had to rebuild much of what was physically destroyed during the Chelsea era. Chelsea and Rusty bought a property in Pine Hill and moved there.

Viktoria was totally aware of what Chelsea, Rusty and Katrina had done even though she had never met them at that point. That she would ally with them demonstrated better than anything else the length she will go to harm the Maetreum and myself even more than the verbal and physical abuse she aimed at me. I had trusted her completely even to the extent of making her my medical proxy and the executrix of my will. It was not until she lost patience in my not dying during open heart surgery that I finally had my eyes fully opened although apparently she was telling many other people she was just waiting for me to die.

In a facebook reply to Jay Stewart, Julie Pousson stated;

“Jay Stewart, Vikki’s goal was to wait out Cathryn and take the place over. She stated this goal to me and to others. She profited off the losses she caused, and wholly deserves her fate.”

Pay attention to that part, “she profited off the losses she caused” which can be taken that she was confessing having stolen petty cash she was supposed to deposit in our bank account! She did drive off the women who were priestess tracked undergoing classes during the Pandemic.

Viktoria even went so far as to hook up with someone she met through Chelsea named Cynthia Brian Kate, whom I met once fourteen years ago for about an hour at a trans event at Cauldron Farm. Together she and Viktoria produced a radio show that was an hour long false accusation of the Maetreum as a cult and myself as a cult leader. This was not only broadcast on an Albany community radio station, she then uploaded it to the entire Pacifica network distribution site! It was eventually taken off that site but the damage was done. Just in the past day of this writing Jay Stewart put up a libelist review on the Google Business listing for the Maetreum falsely accusing me of actual crimes and running a radio station without a license. This is why I have posted these last three blog entries. Not out of spite but as a self defense having waited over two years for these “people” to finally stop their insane, transphobic and religious bigoted attacks and to leave a record behind if something happens to me.

What a Long Strange Trip It’s Been

 

                                 by  Cathryn Platine

 

  

It has been quite some time since I have been writing or sharing much of anything and a LOT of weird water has passed under the bridge. On Facebook my posts have mostly been restricted to political re-posts and the cute animal shares and for a good reason. I suffered a major health crisis the spring of 2019 following getting a pacemaker the first of the year. Instead of improving my health, it caused my health to go down hill. Apparently the cheap Medicare approved two wire model interfered with the electrical rhythm for part of my heart and I put on, by early June, 60 lbs of edema water weight.

At the time a younger couple from NYC had started to stay full time instead of just frequent visits but the trans partner was very mentally unstable and as I asked for greater help with chores such as taking care of the chickens it was resented to the point she came into my bedroom and screamed at me for over an hour while I was bedridden. My sister priestess, Viktoria, was not picking up any of the slack on her weekend visits either. As a result of them not cleaning the coop and keeping the chicken feed in the vermin proof containers, we got a rat infestation for the first time after having chickens for almost seven years prior to that. It was also the first time since the insurrection of 2007 that I did not feel safe in my own home.

As my health declined, I turned my bedroom into an efficiency apartment of sorts. I had a microwave, small freezer, small refrig and a breakfast cooking station complete with a griddle and coffeemaker. The ladies bathroom with directly outside my door so that as also not an issue but by the end of May I was, practically speaking, wheelchair bound for anything off the property. Finally I got a doctors appointment and was told to check into the hospital that day. My cardiologist worked out of St. Peter’s in Albany so that is where I was taken. I was put on IV diuretics, practically lived on the can and peed out sixty lbs of water in two weeks. At that point, one of the nurses, ignoring my request she not do so, examined my genitals. I don’t discuss is, but I am intersexed and when I had down there surgery, remained so. She freaked out and got two aides and immediately rushed me out of the room I had been in for two weeks with other women. I mean immediately, like five minutes notice.

I was confused at first but then realized what had just happened. I complained and asked for a supervisor. I got an apology but the nurse wasn’t even disciplined at all despite the non discrimination notices everywhere you looked. Rev. Jeremiah Lennox was visited at the time I was rushed to a private room and basically read them the riot act on my behalf.

While I was in the hospital, Viktoria was supposed to bring me needed personal items since her Albany home was only ten minutes from the hospital and she was still doing her weekends at the Maetreum. Apparently this was asking too much and I waited up to a week for her to “get around” to bringing me underwear, my incontinence pads and pj bottoms among other things of a personal nature. Instead of cleaning up the chicken coops, she gave away our chickens and adopted ten feral cats from NYC to take care of the rats. She proved unable to even pay the bills despite her having been the treasurer for about seven years at that point and I had to run the radio station remotely from my hospital room. I spent my 70’th birthday alone in the hospital. Later I was to learn from several sources that Viktoria was counting on my not surviving my open heart surgery and was extremely resentful that I did. She had even printed up business cards for herself as Battakes of the Maetreum!

I was hospitalized for just over a month and had two more transphobic encounters with staff during that time. I demanded release and came home mostly confined to my bedroom with no one else in the house except Viktoria on the weekends and my cat Frodo, his brother Gandy having died shortly before my hospitalization. Despite having lived at the Maetreum full time for a two year period in the past, apparently it was too much to ask she do so again for a couple of weeks as I started to recover some of my strength. I did have a visiting nurse for a couple of weeks, twice a week for an hour or so.

Unable to do much those first few weeks, Viktoria continued to produce the Phat Coffee House show on the weekends. Keeping these guys from turning our studio into a party house had always been as challenge but Viktoria let them run totally wild and then turned around and lied to me about it to my face. Eventually it got so bad we had to cancel their show altogether.

As a Conclave, all the active priestesses had agreed that we would stop taking in any charity housing women for the immediate future. We had been burned badly by a succession of users who trashed the property and stole from us on the way out. A woman from Texas, who was a FB friend for several years but I did not really follow, approached me about moving to the Maetreum on a full shared expenses basis. Seeing an advantage of someone living with me full time and pulling their own weight during the winter, I asked the other priestesses and was given the go ahead. Big big mistake. She promised she was not into drama at all which should have been a red light. She turned out to be the drama queen champ of all time and upon her arrival, I knew I had made a huge mistake. Her housebroken dog wasn’t. The dog got out and I spent the first four hours of her arrival searching the grounds “before a bear ate her”. She and Viktoria bonded immediately over metal music, smoking too much dope and sleeping with the guys doing their radio show. Having committed to contributing a full share of expenses (600 @ month) Julie immediately announced that due to unexpected travel expenses (someone else drove her up from Texas) she couldn’t make the first month payment. She did have money for dope a week later. During the two plus months she was here, her dog bit at leave five people I know of. Luckily none of them sued us although they could have. During that time she made exactly one contribution of 500 (not the agreed on 600) and borrowed money from me personally twice.

One night Viktoria informed me that her friend Beth was coming up with someone who needed a place to stay. Remember, a Conclave which included Viktoria, all agreed we were NOT taking in anymore emergency housing cases. I was forced to sit at the table, with Leslie, the woman in need, Beth, Viktoria and Julie and keep telling them, no, we had all agreed not to do this again as a Conclave. Yes, I finally gave in having been made to feel like the ogre of all time. Leslie had some serious issues but overall not as bad as some of the characters we had in the past. But after only a couple of weeks Julie decided Leslie was going to kill her and all the rest of us in our sleep. She was totally irrational about it. She had nothing to base this on.

For more than fifteen years we held what we called Orphans Thanksgiving every year for folks who didn’t have family or were estranged from family or just wanted to join us in a Thanksgiving celebration. 2019 was the last one. The night before, while several of us went out to dinner, Julie decided she was going to have a medical emergency and called Viktoria to leave the dinner early and take her to the hospital. We had a houseful of guests either already there or arriving the next day. Julie told the social worker at the hospital she did not feel safe at the Maetreum because of Leslie in an attempt to force me to throw Leslie out on Thanksgiving. This prompted a call to me from social services who were going to come and investigate while I had a houseful of guests. I explained the situation and as a result she would not be allowed by social services to return to the Maetreum and got a free hotel room. I never told her to leave, she maneuvered herself into the position of not being able to return out of a mean spirited attempt to force someone else out.

Thanksgiving day I was doing most of the prep work, still recovering from my heart surgery and getting wore out. Viktoria started yelling at me as I tried to go up to my bedroom to lay down and followed me upstairs into my bedroom screaming at me about Julie and Leslie. She would not stop. Downstairs we had a full house of guests. Once again, I felt totally unsafe in the very home I had founded. My heart condition, commented on by several people at the time, aggregated by Viktoria’s assault, left me cyanotic from the lack of circulation. Two months later I had to have another surgery to replace my bottom of the line pacemaker with a better one. Apparently, according to a couple of anonymous emails I received, I was once more expected to die by Viktoria who apparently was telling a large number of people that she was just waiting for me to die so she could take over the Maetreum! The prior entry here “For the Record” contains the bare bones account of why Viktoria was removed from the priestesshood the following summer. In a facebook reply to Jay Stewart, Julie Pousson stated;

“Jay Stewart, Vikki’s goal was to wait out Cathryn and take the place over. She stated this goal to me and to others. She profited off the losses she caused, and wholly deserves her fate.”

Viktoria had met Jay (John) Stewart at the funeral of Randy Ripley, a long time friend of mine and operator of the community radio station in Woodstock. Jay had been a long time hanger on to the trans communities with a reputation as a user and harasser via phone of other individuals. The fall before my heart surgery, Viktoria had invited Jay and his wife to our Yule celebration and dinner. Jay’s wife, Cheryl, openly insulted me while I was giving our meal blessing. Jay went on to get totally orc-faced drunk that evening. Afterwards I discussed the behaviour with Viktoria and made it crystal clear that Cheryl was never to come back and I was not happy about Jay being coming by as well especially since neither of them was Pagan, let alone Goddess oriented. Viktoria started sleeping with Jay and meeting him at the Maetreum on the Sunday of her weekend visits. As a result, what little work around the Maetreum Viktoria had been doing was replaced with her leaving me a sink full of her dirty dishes every weekend and Jay eating any food available I had for the following week.

The fall following my surgery several folks had cut and split a large amount of firewood for use during the winter. We partially heat with wood from a cookstove I had bought the Maetreum many years before. Jay took it all. Following the disastrous Thanksgiving, there having been no leftovers, that Saturday I cooked another turkey for Leslie and I to have for the following week. Jay came by on Sunday and ate most of it and took the rest. To be clear, I survive on a below poverty level social security income and was also helping Leslie with food. Jay had been joining Viktoria in passive aggressive sniping at me plus refusing to use the mens room toilet, instead the stall I used and leaving the seat up on purpose. I finally had enough and told Viktoria I did not want him in my home any longer.

To be continued:

A New Pagan Goddess Blog

Just what the world needs, another Pagan blog, right?  So why pay attention to what I have to say?  Well, by way of introduction, I am an actual Pagan Elder, a woman in her sixties who has been a Pagan almost as long as Wicca has been a religion.  I live my religion.  And I have a lot to say about the state of the world, what can be done to save it and awakening global Goddess consciousness as the means towards that end.

I traveled the middle east as a teenager, visited the ancient sites in Europe and lived in India for two years.  I taught a course in Magick and the Occult for several years in the mid seventies for the Ohio State Free University (remember those?) and was an out Pagan spokesperson then.  I am an historian, a thealogian and a very practical witch.

I've stayed out of the Witch Wars then and now.........

Finally, I founded the Maetreum of Cybele in the Catskills of Upstate New York, a brick and mortar organization that serves the Goddess.

I plan to write on politics, womens issues, and modern Paganism in general.





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