By Thea Sabin
[Snip] Back in the not-so-good old days (aka the ‘60s, ‘70s, and early ‘80s), many people in the U.S. looking for Wiccans and Pagans had a rough time of it. You had to know someone or be introduced in person or by mail, or maybe you found someone though word of mouth, a listing in the back of one of the few witchy books available, or through magazines like Green Egg or Fate.
If you were extra lucky you might live near an occult bookstore, such as Herman Slater’s Magickal Childe in New York, where you could find like-minded others. If you were less lucky, you had to get creative. There’s a semi-legendary story of a man who looked for Wiccans by posting notices in Theban (a Wiccan alphabet) on index cards in laudromats throughout California’s Central Valley, and I personally know several Wiccans who regularly traveled miles—out of state in some cases—to find others to work with.
What’s been said…