i belonged to a secret society in olde London towne but am now regarded as 'personna non grata' and not welcomed at meetings anymore
meetings were always held in the upstairs rooms of taverns in one of the spookiest parts of the west end
the format was a guest speaker woulld talk on an esoteric subject whilst at one table a group of women with knitting needles listened intently as they did their knitting
it was rather a loose group of individuals from all walks of life but i wouldn't be the only one to say there was a lot of backbiting and so many participants did not return
when i discovered some one i trusted had been indiscreet regarding my character i decided to form my own secret society naming it the Arcane Order of Divine Mystics and drew my secret knowledge from both Eastern and Western traditions
But let me go back to my infancy as a 9 year old i had a overwelming crush on my school teacher and i spent hours phantasing over Her
One day She saved me from recieving corporal punishment from another teacher for my impudence She took me to an empty locker room holding my ears and told me to look at Her face."YOU are just a little boy in short pants with a backbone of jelly and completely lacking in intestinal fortitude in other words Guts!" Then She made me look at myself in the mirror and for the first time i experienced 'self realisation' (mirror magick perhaps)
in the next instalment i will relate my chance encounter with Merkah the high Priestess of a wiccan coven.