Trolling Wicca — Laughter is Key
Cultivators of Determined Division — the Common Enemy.
The global Wiccan community today has a cornucopia of derivations to choose from. Nonetheless, the differences in values, ideals, and styles are a never-ending source of discord amongst the lot of us.
Work as many do to at least maintain a civil degree of discourse and a socially minimum level of tolerance, divides exist.
One often overlooked category at the banquet, however, is the wiccan trolls who are determined to keep stoking the fire and ensuring that schisms not only remain, but are deepened. While we are finger-pointing at each other, the trolls are shoveling black keyboard coal into the furnace.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a proponent of the ‘all-inclusive, big happy family, it’s-all-Gardnerian-in-the-end,’ proposition. There are differences amongst the various Wiccan flavours, and there are plenty of blogs and Facebook groups that dissect those differences — and similarities ad nauseum.
I could lament what I term the ‘standard wiccan troll’ who trolls other wiccans — I’ve had my fair share for about three years now and will no doubt continue to benefit from the attention they direct my way, however, I notice that even the standard trolls are now in the beginning stages of mitosis creating a new breed — wiccans trolling non-wiccans.
How wicked awful is that for a Wiccan?
I make no bones about the fact that I have been headline fodder for a particular blog for a while — an Anonymous one no less — I’ll leave readers to draw their own conclusions on that aspect, however, others do not escape and one could be forgiven for thinking I delight in seeing my detractors harpooned by the same trolls.
I do not.
Why? Because the trolls are the Common Enemy.
What is the answer? Laughter.
And a recognition that not much has changed since the old days, the only difference now is that we have the internet . . .
“I was not interested in other covens’ opinions about me or the workings and training within ‘The Temple of the Mother’s circle, which was intense, leaving little time to socialise or even communicate with those who had more time for gossip.
Inevitably, they made it up!
Some of the stories were very good, my notoriety, wickedness and sometimes saintliness were so interesting I wondered who Maxine Sanders was!”
Remember, Laughter is the Key.
