The Yeti\’s Cyber Smithy

Please do not pity me for my life is grander now than I could have ever imagined. In fact, I only mention these things in preparation for sharing an observation that could only come from a recluse such as myself. That observation being that since becoming a recluse, I seem to have become one of the best known names within the pagan community. So widely known, that I receive near constant hate mail as well as a threat now and then. The number of people who line up to take credit for every little thing that goes wrong in my life is staggering. It seems that if I sneeze there is someone there waiting to take credit for my cold. I keep trying to tell Aimee that someone’s curses are responsible for my gas but she won’t buy my story.

I thought I would share one of the average emails. Partly because I would like to share my observations on it and on this rather weird phenomena, but mainly because the numb nut that sent it seems to think that if I share it he will sick his lawyers on me for, well for plagiarism. Don’t bother grabbing your dictionary. You are right; he has no clue what the word means.

The rather weird phenomena is that I am almost a complete recluse and yet the more reclusive I become, the more people seem to think I am the head of some secret organization and business mogul. I like to call myself a ‘Blogging Blacksmith’. Why? Well, because I blog and I am a blacksmith. Seriously, no business empire other than selling things that I forge and similar resale items. No organization other than belonging to a web forum here and there. No secret plotting. Hell, I don’t even answer my own phone. I don’t often email, write, or talk to people. And yet, the more I pull away from society the more I seem to be indicated as a mover and shaker in the world in which we live. All I can figure is this here blog must be both upsetting a great many.

Wow, I guess he doesn’t like my blog. He wasn’t too specific so I have to assume he is talking about my blogging about how disgusted I am by what I find to be pedophilic teachings in Gavin and Yvonne Frost’s book; The Witches Bible / The Good Witches Bible.

http://ajdrew.blogs.pagannation.com/defrost-please-read/

What? I am a blacksmith that writes in his blog. Businessman? Cowardly laws? Organization? Christian? Scientologists? I have absolutely no idea what this guy is talking about.

Ok Mighty Joe Guy, there your email is quoted in its entirety in my blog. You had better get right on that letter to your lawyer about plagiarism and robbery. One thing though, in writing your lawyer you might want include spaces after your comas and a couple of them after each period. It makes it much easier to read what you are attempting to say.

The Frost’s lawyer, Jason D Parmer, tried to scare me with a law suite for quoting publicly what the Frosts wrote in their book. I publicly told him to bugger off. He threatened to sue me for deformation of character, I said bring it on. Where is that mighty lawyer now?

http://ajdrew.blogs.pagannation.com/2007/08/29/jason-d-parmer-jdpah/

Next, he should look up the word plagiarism. To plagiarize his email, I would have to publish it under my own name. Maybe he was looking for a term more like copyright infringement. To be guilty of that, I would have to step outside the bounds of ‘fair use’. I do not think that discussing a threatening email is over the lines of the ‘fair use’ clause in the copyright laws, after all he did imply a threat when he said:

“Meeting you in person would be a mental and physical pleasure.”

On my health issues. Ya know, I knew a guy named Thor and a guy named Ingvar. Thor had HIV and Invar decided that the reason he was alive was because Invar wanted him to suffer. Then Thor died, Invar decided it was because Ingvar felt pity for him. It is not that I do not believe in forces that folk like you call “spellcraft’ but I think that 99% of the time, it is a game created by people who have rather miserable lives to make themselves feel important rather than impotent. I remember a few run rows with Ingvar. He’d get angry at me, he would put a curse on me, his car or truck would break down. In truth, I think it was coincidence. But damn it was funny.

Long before this guy ever heard my name, I was diagnosed with diabetes. Shortly there after, I received a traumatic brain injury. After years of compiling issues, the root problem has been identified and I am receiving treatment. My doctor, a devout Christian woman, has told me that the only reason she can find that I am alive is that the Lord has plans for me. I translate well and took it as a compliment. So then it appears to me that pissing off people like this must be keeping me alive.

In short, over the course of this recent explosion of disgust with Gavin and Yvonne Frost, which evidently this nut case and dozens others attribute to my blog, my health has improved tremendously. What ever these anti-A.J. wing-nuts are doing in their secret little I hate A.J. spell casting clubs seems to be doing me a world of good. Please guys, keep it up.