As always, I'd like to thank the people who support my basic right to disagree with the crowd and my right to hold an unpopular opinion. I could list 134 reasons why Wiccans are irritating. I'd like to point out that the majority of these extra points--as well as the majority of positive mail I receive--have come from Wiccans themselves, Wiccans who are disgusted with members of their own faith who are desecrating the religion through their own ignorance.
As for those of you who have written in telling me to shut up, to take a hike or otherwise drop off the face of the planet, I have this. Take note of the First Amendment of the United States Constitution--you know, the one granting you freedom of religion? Well, guess what? It also protects my right to free speech. If you believe in karma, each time you try and censor my opinion you will likely get smacked in the face about your religion. This is no threat, this is the way of the universe. Chip away at my rights and you cheapen your own. Come to think of it, I can't understand why anyone bothers to send me hate mail anymore. The only thing I can think of is that this page hits a nerve already frayed by the unconscious knowledge of an unattractive truth.
You might be wondering what's set me so against Wiccans. Well, by popular demand, here is the true story--however much I wish it wasn't.
I began dating Kevin in the winter of 1985. Kevin was and is a member of the original
Kevin stayed with me through all of this, being my support and learning along with me. However, in this time the coven changed High Priestesses from a liberal woman to a woman very much interested in the power of hierarchy. Naturally, I was able to get along fine with the new High Priestess--until she overstepped her boundaries.
Around Yule of 1989, the High Priestess recommended to me that I stop seeing Kevin (with whom I was now very much in love) on the basis that he was a Satanist and a member of the
This left me with a lot of time to think and reflect on my hands. Wicca and the coven were precious to me, but Kevin was more precious to me. What I learned to feel in Wicca I could take away from the coven. To make a long story interminable, I have been watching and researching trends in the Wiccan way since my own break with my coven. Myself, I have come to be comfortable with my own kind of humanism.
And Kevin? We were married in 1993 and remain a most happy couple to this day. So now you know.
Ignore them and they'll go away. Ha.
Wiccans are multiplying like fruit flies on overripe bananas. Have you noticed? It seems amiss that the "Craft of the wise" should have so much room for mediocre people. Is it money driven? Stay tuned.
This post is the direct result of my contact with people who call themselves Wiccan. I myself, much to my chagrin, was once an initiated Wiccan priestess, before I woke up and smelled the eldritch stench of hypocrisy. If you don't know what a Wiccan is, go do a Net search and find out. Or keep reading. You may find out in the text of this page.
As stated above, I am not a Wiccan fan. Without further pomp, let me get into the reasons why Wiccans are irritating.
Wiccans seem to have forgotten that they are still human and in physical form. They seem to want to float above everyone else.
Wiccans become Wiccan so they can have the title "wise" applied to them, regardless of how stupid they are.
Wiccans claim to be free in form, and then run off to perform prescribed rituals or join covens. Hypocrisy.
Wicca is painfully heterosexual in nature, with its Goddess and its God. Where are the deities representing those of a different bent?
A Wiccan will automatically assume to know more than everyone else on the planet.
Wiccans go by these child's playtime conglomerations of names that are reminiscent of adolescent role playing, or Native Americans.
Too many Wiccans think they can become Celtic by reading books and worshipping Celtic gods.
Wiccans will cover their cars with "Goddess Bless" and "My Other Car Is A Broom" bumper stickers, and then don't know how to drive.
Wiccans let religion pervade their existence to an annoying extent.
Wiccans blab about no magic for money, and then various schools of Wicca pop up to sell secrets to aspiring Wiccans.
Wiccans have gotten so cocky that they no longer appreciate being acknowledged by a non-Wiccan on one of their eight holy days.
Wiccans need to lay off Halloween and Christmas. May Day, Easter, and Groundhog's day are just fine without any deeper ancient meaning, too.
Wiccans are biased against people who aren't Wiccan--although they will NEVER admit it.
Wiccans will prosecute people of other religions (Christianity, Satanism, etc.) while crying out for their First Amendment rights.
Wiccans live in a fantasy world and have lost touch with Planet Earth as the rest of us know it.
Wicca is a really easy religion to buy into, especially if one is emerging from Christianity.
Wicca is no ancient religion, but the invention of Gerald Gardner, who began Wicca in the 1950's.
Wiccans need to lay off the word witch.
Wiccans think they're the wise bunch, while the rest of us cannot catch up spiritually.
Wicca encourages whining, moaning, bitching, egotism, fake self-exaltation, and a million other annoying human traits.
Wiccans have no exclusive claim on the pentagram.
Wicca has stolen most of its rites and procedures from ceremonial magic, without ever making proper acknowledgement.
And I could go on and on about how the Wiccans are irritating, but I think you probably have the general idea by now. It was about time someone spoke out about these kind and benevolent fakers. Too many pages proclaim Wicca as the panacea to spiritual ills.
The truth isn't that Wiccans are evil and wicked worshippers of diabolism. They're even worse. They are irritating.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the Pointy Hat Ladies for allowing me to blow off steam on their blog and for acknowledging my right to think as I see fit. But if you think you have a quarrel with what I've said, bother ME and not the blog admins. I'm serahashe@live.com .
--By Serah Ashe
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