Having recieved initiation into the most august of western esotericism’s linneages on my birthday at full moon in the year of my second saturn return, I feel imbued with sufficient MacGregorian zeal and fire to avenge the theft of Liber 777 by bringing the middlebrow victorian misogynist neo-satanism of the aeon of the crowned and conquering spoilt brat to a belated close in its 108th year. The TW belief has never given good results in my view, and I have opposed it throughout my career. Later in the year I shall take the opportunity afforded by a visit to Loch Ness to close the relevant demon gate, doing my bit to make 2012 a year of seminal changes, hopefully for the better.