The Satanic Witch
Introduction
My career as a Satanic Witch began when I was three years old. May 23, 1967 marked the first legal, public Satanic baptismin history, one year after the founding of the Church of Satan. Since that time I have appeared on numerous talk showsdefending this ritual to people who have been led to believe that Satanists sacrifice babies at the altar, mutilate and murder animals, turn their daughters into "breeders" and prostitutes, among other preposterous and unfounded accusations. It enragesme to think that this is all the public is ever exposed to in relation to Satanism.The time has come for Satanists to define what true Satanism is, uninterrupted by yellow journalists and broken-nosed talk show hosts. My baptism was indeed the reversal of a Christian baptism. Instead of being dunked into a cold bath by strange,sexless man to be cleansed of "original sin" we celebrated man and nature as they really are.As I sat wearing the red robe my mother made that morning, I toyed with the Baphomet amulet dangling around my neck (this image of the Satanic goat hand-crafted for me by the pioneering survivalist Kurt Saxon, a founding member of theChurch of Satan). Imperiously, I surveyed the sea of black hooded celebrants. It took me a few years to realize that some of
them may have been more fascinated with the naked women sprawled on the altar than with me. The gothic strains of aHammond organ echoed against the black and red walls. Calmly chewing on a stick of Trident fruit-flavored gum, I delightedin being the focal point of all this activity.My father, the High Priest, raised his ceremonial sword in benediction. I felt a great sense of warmth and respect. Howmany people can honestly say they have this feeling at any point in their life? "I have something they don't," I thought proudly, in keeping with the indulgent philosophy of Satanism. Since that night I understood what it means to be a SatanicWitch, a woman who makes full use of her feminine wiles. Throughout my life I would reply the words intoned during my baptism:The many footed walkers give to you the strength, the power of red fang and claw, all the madly dancing demons fill youwith the lost knowledge of ancient ones. Small sorceress, most natural and true magician, your tiny hands have the power to pull the living heavens down and from its shards build a monument to your own sweet indulgence ...And with these others inthe devil's fane, you so will cause the heads of men to reel and spin, you will fill them with desire. And so we dedicate your life to love, to passion, to indulgence, and to Satan and the way of darkness, fane. Hail Zeena! Hail Satan!In the flurry of publicity that this ritual garnered, I recall one article as being particularly relevant to the underlyingmessage of The Satanic Witch. In the August 16, 1971 issue of Newsweek a sensationalist essay on Satanism, "EvilAnyone?" featured a photograph of my baptism with the caption, "Building a Better Race." This caption gave insight to a previously forbidden theme that can only now be fully explored.The Satanic Witch, among many other things, is a guide to selective breeding, a manual for eugenics--the lost science of preserving the able-bodied and able-minded while controlling the surplus population of the weak and incompetent.Ironically, that same issue of Newsweek featured feminist Gloria Steinem on the cover exemplifying "The New Woman."It was in this period of gender confusion and bra-burning bravado that The Satanic Witch was first published (under the titleThe Compleat Witch). A diabolical textbook reinforcing traditional sex roles and "sexiest" attitudes was viciously attacked inthat shrilly militant, androgynous atmosphere.As a child I remember feeling that period of time as being completely ass-backwards. Men were becoming emasculated,women were getting uglier, and adults in general were turning into one indeterminate sex in the name of liberation. Want-to- be Jimi Hendrixes consorted with would-be Janis Joplins. Unisex and Flower Power blurred the distinction between man andwoman, creating a synthetic composite that represented the worst of both genders. It was probably the worst time and place inhistory to be a budding Satanic Witch.Other, less gutsy witchcraft groups, treading on ground paved by the Church of Satan, came into the limelight and shapedthe public perception on what constituted a witch. Those out for an ersatz, Sunday picnic type of witchcraft flocked to whitewitchcraft and Wiccan groups. Church of Satan's witches workshops, on the other hand, encouraged women to exploit their own most powerful and compelling native resources to achieve their personal goals. With the new pressure to conform tonon-conformity, a Satanic Witch had her work cut out for her. What my father taught at his workshops created true non-conformists and enchantresses who more resembled Tina Louise and Kim Novak than Margaret Hamilton (who would have been considered a hot dish in 1969).The Satanic Witch was designed for women who wanted more control over their lives. A woman could pick up a fewSatanic Witch tips, put them into practice, and have immediate results. The book encouraged women to work with their femininity rather than against it. But to use all of the soft, womanly qualities one had was to risk being thought of as weak and a traitor to her gender. To unreservedly manipulate a new breed of cowed, masochistic men was to be considered dirtyand low-down. Yet those who did were the strongest, most determined, interesting women I knew.I discovered at a very early age that there were facets to human behavior that could not be altered by fads and trends. As alittle witch, I was the only girl in the first grade class who wore a dress. I one of the boys caught a glimpse of my panties, or lack thereof, as was the accidental case one May Day (the "maypole" fertility celebration of Spring), word spread, and byrecess I had a herd of boys stampeding after me in the schoolyard. Upon returning to class I was greeted with dirty looksfrom my female peers who sported the most fashionable pantsuits and boots. I steadily acquired my manipulative skillsthrough example and osmosis, since the Satanic Witch standards were ever-present in my home.I was always proud of my mother on my school's open house night. She openly flaunted her witchy attributes and I couldfeel the envy of my friends as heads turned when she entered the classroom. If, that year, my teacher was a man, I was treatedwith the utmost respect. If my teacher was a woman, however, and her husband happened to be present, I was suddenly punished for things I didn't do. I began to apprehend the power of sex as a tool.I was eleven years old when I read The Satanic Witch for the first time. The Salvation Army, Purple Heart, and Goodwillthrift stores were the only places one could find a nice, tight, figure flattering dress or skirt, so that's where I did my clothesshopping. I spent endless hours watching old movies or locked in my room buried in magazines from the '30s, '40s and '50s borrowed from my father. I was anxious to test some of the theories that I now knew more about.I developed early and was already busty for my age, so it was easy to exercise one of the "secrets of indecent exposure" bysimply overlooking the button that would periodically pop open if my blouse was too tight. My best friend's brother and his pals were conditioned, like Pavlov's dogs, to have all eyes on my chest whenever I walked in the room. My friend teased meall the time and I, of course, pleaded innocent.
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