Description:Having spent the day musing over the origins of the modernwitchcraft, I had a vivid dream. It seemed to be a cold Januaryafternoon, and Aleister Crowley was having Gerald Gardner overto tea. It was 1945, and talk of an early end to the war wasin the air. An atmosphere of optimism prevailed in the "freeworld" , but the wheezing old magus was having none of it."Nobody is interested in magick any more!" Crowley ejaculated."My friends on the Continent are dead or in exile, or grown old;the movement in America is in shambles. I've seen my bestcandidates turn against me....Achad, Regardie -- even thatgentleman out in California, what's - his - name, AMORC, theone that made all the money.."