I read an interesting blog post Located here and as I was reading it I felt myself ready to get on the “equality for all…including men” bandwagon but then realised, I had experienced what the reader had.
Around about 7 years ago I joined a ghastly dating website. I had an extremely long profile which was very clear on what I was seeking in a potential ‘date’. I wrote about literature, my love of classical literature and mythology as well as my desire to find another creative person to spend time with. Of course, I was also very clear of my witchery.
At this time I was in the depths of Somerset, near Glastonbury and I was contacted by a man who we shall call The Freemason (because he is one). This man’s profile read as if I had written it myself. It had almost everything I enjoyed mentioned in and in truth I should of listened to my instinct then. But I did not. I was not the woman I am now and was feeling lonely. Through a series of correspondences I had a date with this man who upon the first date bought me a pair of green earrings (green is my favourite colour).
I late realised he had written his profile after viewing mine as a means to lure me in.
I wont bore you with the details, but we began a relationship. He lived in Glasto, I love Glasto and we had some good times. However, things started going south pretty quickly. My instinct was on overdrive that I should end things, but he had weaved his way into my life. He had manoeuvred it so I was working more shifts at my work, but needed him to look after my daughter.
He would tell stories about all the things he had done, making himself the alpha male hero of every adventure. He would tell long stories such as the time he battled an ancient god In Australia (I kid you not) and would call himself a Wizard but would never speak of his beliefs unless I mentioned mine and would belittle everything. When I mentioned spells he would weave long stories about how he was more powerful. In truth, I have more power in my pinky finger than he does in his whole body. Because, dear readers, he is a fraud.
A manipulative man who moved to Glastonbury to entrap and abuse women. During my relationship with him I was approached by 2 of his exes who begged me to leave him, but I thought them annoying exes.
It was during the summer I became ill with strep throat and flu all in the same week. I was very ill. He had always had a high sex drive, but one would think he would understand I was ill. He did not. He would grope me and molest me while I slept, and one night I said to him, “I’m ill..” I had a high temp and had been bedridden for three days. His response was, “I’ll be quick.” Yes, as far as I am concerned he is a rapist and he raped me.
He was domineering toward my daughter making claims, “I always wanted children. I like being able to mould young people.” He surrounded himself with teenagers who he would rule over as some lord.
I ended it.
I was free.
I then reached out to his exes and the stories were very similar. I am extremely good friends with his ex wife.
On one hand, yes I do believe there is a problem in our community of men, slipping in and pretending to be witches and pagans to manipulate women. However, in truth, I believe it is actually a problem with our society. I believe in any community you will get these manipulative men, or women. We need to stand up and say no.
Because of this man, and men like him, there are witches and pagan’s out there who now are aloof and wary of new people and we should be creating a community that is safe for everyone. Sadly, society has nasty people in it, and these people sadly find the witchy community as their hunting grounds.