Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Magick Wars: Death Threats From "Astral Antifa"!

Check out this hate mail Leslie and I got this morning in the wake of last night's emancipation ritual. These people are so delusional that almost everything they say is precisely backwards from reality! They call Leslie and I fascists, when in we are Jeffersonian Liberals who still cherish things like freedom of speech, privacy, and honesty and transparency from our government towards our people. You know, the natural freedoms enshrined in the US Bill of Rights and Constitution. Our detractors accuse us of oppression and hatred because we SpellWork to UNbind the American people from enchantment and enslavement!
Talk about backwards land! This latest death threat would make a great study in delusional thinking. As a matter of fact, Leslie just started writing a paper about this magical war to present before the Society of Applied Anthropology. This latest chapter ought to be interesting - how unemployed Millennials write declarations of war while jerking off on sigils in their Mommies' basements. This will make a fascinating applied anthropology case study!

From: Astral Antifa 

Subject: formal declaration of warDate: July 25, 2017 at 6:19:10 PM PDTTo:
@David Griffin, Imperator of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and @Leslie McQuade, High Priestess of the Temple of Isis:
BECAUSE of your declaration of war against those trying to protect people everywhere from the racist, sexist, homophobic and xenophobic man who is currently the president of the United States;
BECAUSE of your constant pandering to the fascist underbelly of the Magickal subculture, and encouragement of those who would subjugate anyone different from them;
BECAUSE of your foolish decision to make yourselves into magickal proxies for the sake of man who does not care about you and would just as happily bankrupt you and sell you into slavery if it would make him the slightest bit more wealthy or powerful than he already is;
BECAUSE, a pair of wealthy straight cis white Americans, have declared yourselves the arbiters of good and evil in the magickal community; 
AND BECAUSE, holy shit, you went on a hike with your dog in 100 degree weather without bringing any fucking water, what the actual fuck y'all (and then you said that crashing your fucking car was the same sort of loss? Like do you not have any empathy for the animals in your life?),
WE, the Ⓐ∵Ⓐ∵, declare magickal war on you and yours, and swear that we will do everything that is in our power to stop your working of July the 25th from working and carrying out its intended task. Fuck your pipers, fuck your drummers, fuck your Rosicrucians and your Christian prayer warriors, fuck anyone who decides to help you; they've chosen their side and chosen the side of oppression and hate. 
AS our first act, we will be piggybacking your rites to perform a proper funeral for the dog, your supposedly beloved pet, which you so heinously murdered. All that power you are directing to protect Donald Trump will be channeled to a much greater purpose, the safekeeping of a single dog’s soul.
AS our second act, we will be cursing every car you will ever own; they shall crash, their brakes shall fail, their oil pans shall leak, they shall be vandalized by teenagers, they shall be impounded after being improperly parked. 
AS our third act, we will break the proxy bond between you and the Trump family, allowing the workings of our allies to proceed without interference, that the great beast Mammon may once again be chained. 
WE are a coalition of druids, chaotes, witches, sorcerers and practitioners of sundry other traditions. We are opposed to racism, to sexism, to homophobia, to patriarchy, to capitalism, to the state, to oppression in all its forms. 
WE care about people everywhere—not just white, not just American, not just our friends and neighbors—especially those who are oppressed, who are in danger, who are facing persecution and violence because of who they are. 
People have been asking if we have any comment to make. As a matter of fact, Leslie does. "Hey Astral Antifa ...
In abundance, power, and truth,
Leslie McQuade and David Griffin

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Friday, July 21, 2017

Remembering Golden Dawn Matriarch - Cris Monnastre (1946-2017)

On the day I met Cris Monnastre, at my request we met for the first time directly at the tomb of Israel Regardie at Forrest Lawn Cemetery. I was completing a Spell as I had just returned from Europe, where in Berlin I likewise paid my respects at the tomb of the only Rosicrucian Imperator who was also a Prussian King, Frederick Willhem II.

The contrast could not be more dramatic from the Crypt of the Dom Church in Berlin to the sunshine of Forest Lawn cemetery.

As much as I had gone over and over this moment in my mind, nothing could have prepared me for the impact of actually meeting Cris Monnastre weeping at Israel Regardie’s tomb. The raw power of the moment was archetypal, like the Madonna weeping at the tomb of slain Christ. Years later, at my initiation by her hand as a Minor Adept, I would come also to understand the deeper Rosicrucian significance of this symbolism.

This was one of those rare meetings - pregnant with destiny - that could shape the face of Magick for years if not for decades to come.

It certainly shaped the face of Magick for me. Cris Monnastre was a stern Master. She insisted that every exam be completed to perfection along the way. And yet she was the most insightful initiator I have ever met as well. In all of my initiations in ensuing years, even when she did not have enough officers for the higher grades, Cris Monnastre put me through every initiation ritual - always in full form.

Cris Monnastre was not one to cut corners and she wanted me to receive the full benefits of traditional Golden Dawn initiation that had been denied to her. My critics have over the years tried to minimize the influence of Cris Monnastre on the modern Golden Dawn. Llewellyn would even try to write her out of history altogether by removing her famous introduction to Israel Regardie’s “The Golden Dawn.”

Not that she minded. Patricia Behman had always used a pseudonym for her esoteric pursuits, since she worked as a psychologist for child protective services in California. She therefore always liked to keep a low profile about her occult pursuits.

When Cris Monnastre learned Golden Dawn Magick, she did not have the benefit of working temples as there were none left active at the time. She took her 0=0 in a GD oriented group led by Stephan Hoeller. Rather than put Pat through the elemental grades, Regardie did what he called a “magical retirement” together with her in the late 1980s.

In this magical retirement, Israel Regardie and Cris Monnastre, performed an “Opening by Watchtower” ritual together each and every Sunday for a period of 9 months, each time with the same intention for “The rebirth of the Golden Dawn in the USA”. This powerful rite invokes the powers of Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Spirit all of the elements together.

Judging by the state of the Golden Dawn today, I would say that this magic al retirement was a huge success.

Although others may disagree, I therefore consider Israel Regardie and Cris Monnastre to be the parents of the modern Hermetic Golden Dawn rebirth. Although the GD is not and was never a religion, to try to write Cris Monnastre and her importance out of modern GD history is tantamount to trying to remove the Virgin Mary from the Gospels.

I met Cris Monnastre in 1992. At the time, she had formed a triad of Chiefs with Chic Cicero and Adam Forrest who had temples in Florida and in Oregon at the time. She had met them when she travelled with Regardie to Georgia to consecrate Cicero’s Vault of the Adepti, for Regardie to give CM her Adeptus Minor initiation.

Apparently there were tensions between Behman, Cicero, and Forrest even before I arrived on the scene. Cris Monnastre never talked to me openly about why, but she forbade me to have any contact with Chic or Adam whatsoever until it was absolutely necessary. Clearly, she was mistrustful of Chic and Adam or their motives already when she met me.

It was not until my Portal initiation that I finally did meet Chic Cicero. I found him quite charming in a gruff New York sort of way and was looking forward to getting to know him better. Once back in Los Angeles, however, CM reiterated the importance that I have no further contact with him at all until my Adeptus Minor initiation. She clearly had something in mind.

What that was became clear in ensuing months, as CM made extraordinary demands of me during my Portal grade. She insisted that I prepare not only my Adeptus Minor thesis, but also that I prepare for and pass all of the requirements of ZAM, the subgrade required to operate a temple in her organization.

In January, 1994, I received my obligation as an Adeptus Minor under the light of a 7 planet conjunction with Cris Monnastre as Chief Adept and the other Chiefs of the order as officers. Immediately following my 5=6, Cris Monnastre advanced me to the ZAM sub-grade and gave me a charter for a temple in Stockholm, Sweden.

The following day Cris Monnastre and Chic Cicero had an argument, apparently over pizza, then continued in private for almost an hour.

I have no idea what transpired between the two of them in that room, but when she returned Cirs Monnastre said to me:

“David. Pack your stuff We are leaving” I said “OK” and we left. Having returned to Los Angeles a day early, I spent the night at Cris Monnastre’s home that night. She spoke with Chic on the phone who reportedly said to her she "must either void that charter or else”.

That night, while sleeping soundly in Cris Monnastre's Son’s room, I was suddenly awakened by flying books and debris, followed by the vision of the walls an ceiling twisting before my eyes.

We had just lived through the Northridge earthquake!

As it turns out, the Northridge earthquake showed in the outer world the tectonic forces shifting beneath the surface of the Golden Dawn.

Later that morning, we finally found a phone that worked and Cris Monnastre again called Chic Cicero:

After only a few seconds on the phone she hung up, looked up to me, and said: “I have been resigned.”

“What," I said. "Did you or did you not resign?" "No, I did not resign” she said, "but they have already told everyone that I did, so what difference does that make?"

I tried to convince CM she should fight and that I would help to defend her honor. “No," she said, “It is better that I simply replace them as Chiefs since they "de facto" resigned themselves anyway. She made me Imperator immediately and eventually Jean-Pascal Ruggiu of the Ahathoor temple in Paris the Third Chief.

In 1994, Cris Monnastre appointed me Imperator of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. So there I was, a freshly baked Minor Adept, when destiny catapulted me into the role of Rosicrucian Imperator.

In ensuing years, Pat grew less and less interested in Magick, and more interested in Christian Mysticism. When she decided to move on to more mystical spiritual pursuits in 1996, Cris Monnastre passed to me her Golden Dawn trademark rights together with Israel Regardie's elemental tools, Enochian Chess set, and his personal Rose+Cross that he had inherited from Elsa Barker.

Israel Regardie's Air Dagger
From Cris Monnastre

Elsa Barker, a gifted poet, was S.L. MacGregor Mathers personal envoy to the Alpha et Omega temples in America. She travelled frequently between France and the U.S.A. In many ways, it was Elsa Barker who brought the light of the Golden Dawn to America.

Elsa Barker
I remained, of course, fiercely loyal to Cris Monnastre, and did my best to protect her interests in the schism and ensuing legal agreement negotiation.

David Griffin Wearing Elsa Barker's Rose Cross
From Cris Monnastre

But still, schisms are terrible things.

For me, the schism of 1994 was quite terrible, not unlike what children must go through in any divorce.

Things were made more complex by Cris Monnastre’s need for discretion about her esoteric involvement.

Out of sheer loyalty to Pat Behman I have never written about these things publicly before.

But now that Pat is gone there is something I finally feel free to say once and for all.

Allthough I remained thoroughout fiercely loyal to Cris Monnastre I always did feel soomewhat torn between her and Chic Cicero.

I also know that many other Golden Dawn initiates have likewise felt torn between leaders or been hurt by schisms.

Therefore, I end this remembrance of Cris Monnastre with a request I know Pat Behman would heartily approve of:

With the passing of Cris Monnastre, one of our great Golden Dawn luminaries, I ask you to join me in prayer for healing - for our community - and for our nation.

In abundance, power, and truth,
David Griffin

Thursday, July 13, 2017

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Sunday, July 9, 2017

Satanists Perform Black Magic To Harm President Trump - And FAIL!

(Las Vegas, Nevada) Thousands of piles of human excrement came together on the morning of the Summer Solstice under the hashtag of #MagicResistance to bind and destroy Donald Trump and his supporters with black magic, in hopes of causing harm to the President and his family.

Among the charlatans that wished physical, mental and psychological damage to the administration and to Trump himself were the infamous neo-pagan hack Lena del Rey, and wannabe witch Kate Doucette (pronounced “Douchette”) led by Satanist, Mike Hughes.

They formed an umbrella group with at least 13,000 other misguided terrorists who may soon be rounded up, detained and executed by fascist firing squad for their failed attacks against Trump.

President Trump, who seemed completely unfazed by these useless attempts to cause him harm, was too busy celebrating his latest victory over exposing CNN to be actual “fake news” and inciting the Great Meme War of 2017 against the organization to comment on the event.

Perhaps coincidentally, another group of heroic avengers gathered together to protect the President, his family and his administration by absorbing the negative energies being projected by the terrorist group of radical lunatics, nearly died in a series of tragic events that followed soon after the satanic black magic mass ritual was performed.

David Griffin and Leslie McQuade
Although the ‘magic’ against Trump was clearly an utter and complete failure, David Griffin, Rosicrucian Imperator of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn AΩ and his wife Leslie McQuade nearly met their demise on two separate occasions just weeks after they decided to perform a ritual of their own to defend and protect the President from any negative energies thrown at him.

On Independence Day, Griffin was involved in a tragic car crash in the Mojave desert, which totaled his Jaguar Vanden Plas, in a way that eerily resembled how their late son Adam Kadmon Griffin (1992-2014) lost his life in an unfortunate accident only three years ago. Luckily, Griffin’s life was spared and he escaped the accident without a scratch.

Redd Dogg
In June, Leslie McQuade nearly lost her life on a hiking trip at Shadow Mountain, when their late son’s dog “Redd Dogg” got away from them and ran off, injuring his paw on the mountain.

Leslie’s valiant efforts to save the 70 pound pup by carrying him in her arms down the mountain caused her to suffer from heat stroke in the 117 degree dry heat, nearly fainting and almost losing her life in the process. Unfortunately, Redd Dogg was claimed by Shadow Mountain.

Both David and Leslie have vowed to continue defending and protecting the President from magical attacks by extremist groups of satanic terrorists. (Website:

Thursday, July 6, 2017

The Magickal War Update - Summer Solstice 2017

Fellow Magician,

On Independence Day I nearly lost my life in what could have been - perhaps even “should” have been - a fatal car crash in the Mojave desert. Those who have followed my career will recall how 3 short years ago this same desert claimed the life of our Son, Adam Kadmon Griffin.

Adam Kadmon Griffin (1992-2014) and Redd Dogg

The parallels between what happened to Adam then and what happened to me this Independence Day are striking.

Suddenly, we each found ourselves off road in the raw desert in a fast moving vehicle struggling to maintain control. Whereas the desert claimed Adam’s life that day, she was more generous with me this time around. By the grace of God, I was able to maintain control of our Jaguar Vanden Plas limosine and bring it to a safe stop. Although our precious Jag was totaled, I climbed out without a scratch!

In my position as Rosicrucian Imperator, I must of necessity ask when things like this happen:
Was this the result of Magical attack?

You may recall my article from earlier this year "Ancient Mystery School Gives Dire Warning to Army of Witches” in which Leslie McQuade and I took a position contrary to a series of misguided and fake news media fueled rituals “to bind and curse the President of the United States and all who support him.” This initiative was led by a Satanist named Mike Hughes, was fueled by the notoriety of Lena del Rey, and attacked Trump voters and the First Family every waning Moon.

This presented a serious problem due to media attention swelling the numbers of the attackers, with the New York Times and Rolling Stone promoting their rites in the USA the Daily Mail and The Sun jumping on the bandwagon in the UK.

The issue here is not whether or not you agree with the politics and policies of Donald Trump. 

The real question is whether or not a gaggle of Communist leaning magicians and witches should be permitted to topple a duly elected President of the United States or bind and curse the American people who voted for him. I mean, really - WTF?!?

Let's call these extremists for what they are - magical terrorists. What makes such magical terrorists think they have the right to subvert the will of the American people and topple our Republic?

They struck in synchronized rituals month after month, always just before Black Moon when the energies of darkness and evil are at their most powerful. The series of rituals was to reach its crescendo on the Summer Solstice. 

This configuration presented not only a credible magical threat, but due to media hysteria fueling mass participation it also presented a clear and present magical danger to the President and his family.

Unfortunately, the Secret Service does not yet have a magical arm. Leslie McQuade and I therefore stepped up to the plate to neutralize the magical threat to the First Family ourselves.

We spread word through the Magical community looking for magical aid - and many did quickly come. Witches, Magicians, Shamans of all stripes, united by a spirit of chivalry, standing in magical defense of our Republic.

But there was a problem. Due to media hype, we were badly outnumbered. Not just outnumbered either, for those who had answered our call to defend our people were mostly untrained in battle magick. Sure, we managed to pull together a rag tag magical defense at the drop of a hat, but our situation this past Winter looked as hopeless as Washington's army faced at Valley Forge!

There was no way we could defeat that growing magical army. Thanks to Lena del Rey, Rolling Stone and the New York Times, their numbers would simply swamp us!

There was a one way left to defeat them though - a desperate way - a way that would be extremely risky for Leslie and me.

Now that we have crossed beyond the threshold of the Summer Solstice, I can finally speak more openly about what happened in this war in recent months.

We knew we could not defeat that magical army directly with celebrities and the media gathering recruits to their misguided cause. No matter what we did, we would remain hopelessly outnumbered. 

So, how CAN you defeat a superior magical army?

Using superior Magick, of course!
And that is precisely what we set out to do ...

WARNING: Do NOT try this yourself at home!

From the moment the terrorists cast their first Spells, I took personal responsibility for the magical protection of President Trump as did Leslie McQuade for our First Lady.

We used a simple technique drawn from High Battle Magick to draw all of the binding and curse energy hurled at the First Family to a different target instead. With so much curse energy flying, it would have to he a juicy target for this to work. A target like, say - David Griffin and Leslie McQuade!

Leslie and I therefore created magical lightning rods to attract the curse and binding energy, effectively transforming ourselves into living "Poppets" (magical body doubles) for the POTUS and First Lady, drawing the energy of the attacks from the First Family onto Leslie and myself instead, where we could safely neutralize the energy on our magical defenses here at AΩ Temple.

Hey Wi-atches ...

Leslie and I knew going into this we were putting ourselves in harm's way. We knew, in fact, this series of magical operations could cost us our lives. There is no room for the smallest error with something like this. One miscalculation or misstep could be fatal. As good as our defenses are, we have after all been up against an ENTIRE MAGICAL ARMY.

But wait. There is more! It is finally time to share this with you too ...

As a matter of fact, last month Leslie McQuade nearly lost her life as well!

Leslie was out hiking on Shadow Mountain when our late Son’s dog, Redd Dogg, ran off and injured his paw at the mountain top. Leslie, desperate, did her best to save him, carrying all 70 lbs of him in her arms down the mountain as far as she could. 

Ultimately, however, Leslie's strength would prove no patch for Shadow Mountain. Unfortunately, Leslie began to notice signs of heat stroke (it was 117º outside). In the end, Leslie was forced to make a terrible choice. Leslie had to either leave Redd Dogg behind, or both of them would die together there on Shadow Mountain.

By the time Leslie made it back she had full blown heat exhaustion. We organised a search party, but by dark our rescue efforts to save Redd Dogg had failed.  Eventually, we faced the fact that we had lost him to the mountain. As great as our loss is, we find solace in that Leslie is safe and sound and still with us although we nearly lost her too.

So, you see. The Magical War of 2017 is very real. We have taken heavy fire and have experienced casualties. Although Leslie an I remain highly protected, we were nonetheless very lucky considering he risks associated with such a operation. To be honest, under the circumstances I consider it fortunate we are still alive.

That rite nearly destroyed us! It was a dangerous magical idea, but at the time it was the best effective option we had available to protect our First Family and Republic in the face of such massive, raw evil.

As a Viet Nam era Veteran, this is not the first time I have put myself in harm's way for our Republic. It will likely not be the last either. We may not be out of the woods completely yet, but the magical terrorist witches have at the Summer Solstice taken their best shot to destroy our POTUS and our Republic - AND THEY FAILED.

Along the way, Leslie and I suffered losses as some of you did as well. 
Redd Dogg will be sorely missed and our Jag is now a pile of twisted junk. Speaking of which, the real hero in this story is Redd Dogg. He never understood our mission, but he was with us every step of the way. Ultimately, he laid down his life to save Leslie's. I will always remember Redd Dogg as the embodiment of chivalry.

Redd Dogg (2011-2017)
Yes. The ancient magical war heated up again in 2017! Leslie and I have lost a a beloved companion and cherished vehicle. Others fared even worse.

But in the end as I look back, only 3 things really matter today at the end of operation "Desert Poppets":

     • Our POTUS and his family are safe and still here.
     • Leslie is safe and still here.
     • I am safe and still here.

Yes. We suffered losses, but our enemies failed to take us out. We are still very much on the chess board.

Moreover, Leslie and I still remain united. Although the tempest has raged around us, our center holds strong.

Today the AΩ flag still flies proudly over AΩ Temple!

And although our Commander in Chief will never read this, I end today with words from one LVX warrior defending our Republic on the front lines of a magical war our POTUS doesn't even know exists...

“Mission accomplished, Sir."

In abundance, power, and truth,
David Griffin, Imperator, Rosicrucian Mystery School of AΩ
Veteran, US Army, 2d Armored Cavalry Regiment

PS: Something inside Leslie and I changed during our brushes with death on Shadow Mountain and out in the Mojave Desert. All that really matters any more is our core mission: "To teach the Magick of Emancipation so that all who wish to ascend need never return to this slave planet again!”

PPS: Please pray for Leslie and me. Our power united is greater than each of us alone!

PPPS: Stick around. More on the Magick of Ascent soon!

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