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The First Goth Wiccan Band
by Jason Pitzl-Waters & Jacqueline Enstrom-Waters
Fifteen years ago, Paganism was only hinted at by a few in the rock music world. Small whispers suggesting reverence for the moon or nature might slip into a lyric or a bit of myth might get wound into a line, but few would openly sing about being Pagan in a modern world. But the ground breaking work of Inkubus Sukkubus, comprised of Tony McKormack, Candia Ridley and Adam Henderson, have been giving us rock-and-roll that isn’t afraid of the Occult for well over a decade.
The Spiritual Activist
by Claudia Horowitz
The Spiritual Activist is a how-to book for people struggling to make a difference in the world without burning out. Within its pages, activists and workers at risk for burnout such as social workers, teachers, and artists will find helpful techniques and resources for replenishing the spirit, mind and body.
Goddesses with Attitude
by Trina Robbins
These are baaaad girls, but you can’t just spank ’em, because they’re goddesses! Are you tired of reading about Jesus-in-a-skirt? Are you sick of so-called goddesses with less spine than a can of tuna? Read this book!
7 Days to a Magickal New You
by Fiona Horne
I kept thinking as I read this book: witches must have finally arrived in the mainstream. We have self-help books written specifically for us that promise it only takes seven days “… to enhance [our] magickal self …” To be fair, Ms. Horne has useful tips, if not new ideas) — like keeping a dream diary. Her simple spells and information are accurate and straightforward. I have a problem, though, with any course that promises such fast results.
The Sexual Teachings of the White Tigress
by Hsi Lai
(No Broomsticks. Yep. None.)
This book begins with a prologue worthy of the best traditions of the 1930’s pulps: a rare and secretive lineage of ancient masters, a 3,000-year legacy, a handwritten manual passed down through the ages, terrible vows of secrecy . . . at any moment I expected Fu Manchu to appear on scene, stroking his moustache in a sinister fashion. Alas, the rest of the book does not live up to the prologue’s promise. The author should have stuck to writing fiction.