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Blessed Beltane 2022

Blessed Beltane, everyone!

I know I haven’t posted here in months. I apologize for that. Both myself, and our daughter caught COVID-19. I’m still recovering from that. and our daughter picked up some bug at school, and shared it with my wife, and myself. So, at the moment, all three of us are sick. I will endeavor to post here more regularly in the future.

Being Wiccan – as all of you ought to know by now that I am; so are my wife, and our daughter – Beltane is a big holiday for us. I thought it was a good time to try to get back to regular, or at least semi-regular, posts here. Not pagan? Wondering what Beltane is? Go here to read about it:

Blessings to you all,


“Protect Yourself: A Handbook for the Recognition of the Supernatural for Defensive Purposes” by Eldritch Thorn


Eldritch Thorn is a good friend whom I had the pleasure of meeting during the 14 years I lived in the Tampa Bay area of Florida. Like me, he is an award-winning, bestselling author. He works in hardcore erotica, and pagan subjects. Check out his bestselling pagan self-help book “Protect Yourself: A Handbook for the Recognition of the Supernatural for Defensive Purposes” over on OmniLit and Smashwords for only $2.25!

Scott Harper




As you all know, I’m Wiccan. It’s something I’ve talked about on this blog/website before a few times. And I’m sure you remember yesterday’s post here regarding my very strong suspicions that I suffer from depression. Over the years, reading various pagan books, I’ve run across the concept of chromotherapy a few times. And light is something I’ve always been fascinated by. Holograms. Prisms. Glowing fiber optic sculptures. Anything glow-in-the-dark. I can stare at any of them for hours.

Now, coping with depression, I’m starting to delve into chromotherapy a bit more. I can’t help but wonder what benefits I might gain from it. Some people might scoff at the idea that exposure to a certain color can have a solid affect on a person, be it physically, or mentally. There’s a lot of strong evidence for this, though, and it’s there for anyone who cares to look for it.

What I’m having trouble finding is any real how-to information. Resources I find, be they in books, or on-line, talk about chromotherapy, show off some vibrant colors, go on about the health benefits, but don’t really explain proper procedures for making use of chromotherapy. Most sources I find that hint at that are medical establishments, and basically say, “Give us a ton of money, and we’ll use chromotherapy to make you better” and stick a hand out for a pile of cash.

No thank you.

Chromotherapy is something I’m sure I can handle myself at home. I just need to learn how. I’m a husband, father, and bestselling, award-winning author. I have responsibilities to my family, and my fans. I need to cope with the depression – ASAP – and be able to handle those responsibilities. This is something I strongly suspect that I’ve been dealing with for years. But, for some reason, it’s gotten much, much worse over the past few weeks. I don’t know why. But I need to get a handle on this, and I need to do it right now.

So, I’m posting this in the hopes that one or more of my readers and fans might be knowledgeable enough in the field of chromotherapy to help me out with this. I won’t be a bit surprised if the doctor puts me on an antidepressant medication after the upcoming appointment. But if chromotherapy can add another angle of treatment, too, so much the better. If anyone reading this has the expertise and knowledge to give me a hand in this matter, please get in touch via the “Contact” page of my website. It would be greatly appreciated.

Scott Harper

Voltaire Is Right

Over this past weekend, Desirée Lee, our daughter, and myself made a trip over to Reno, Nevada for a family function. We left on Friday afternoon, spent the night is Sparks, Nevada—a suburb of Reno—attended the function Saturday, spent Saturday night in Sparks, and then made the trip home on Sunday. We were in the Victorian Inn while staying in Sparks, by the way. We were in Room 110 in case you’d like to stay in the same room in which two bestselling, award-winning authors stayed.


The trip over went smoothly, because our daughter slept most of the way. Coming home Sunday? That turned out to be a whole different matter. Sadly, our daughter has inherited my motion sickness. My own motion sickness is one of the reasons I’m an urban hermit.

Due to her motion sickness, we had to make several extra stops on the way home. One of those stops was at the one and only place to eat in a very small town. I don’t want to give the name of the town, or the establishment here, and risk upsetting any particular individuals. I’m trying to be better than that. The sign at the edge of town gave the population of this little burg as 750-something, if I remember correctly.

So, we stopped. Desirée and I were, as usual, wearing our pentacle amulets. Both of us are pagan, for those of you who didn’t already know. I’m Wiccan. She’s eclectic pagan. The place was busy. It seemed as if everyone in town was there at the same time. We went inside, and ordered. Everyone kept staring at us. Looks ranged from disgust to horror. Eyes would focus on the pentacles we were wearing, and then either narrow in anger, or widen in fear, before looking away. We ordered. We got our food—just a light snack to give our daughter’s stomach a bit of time to settle. We ate. We left. Granted, we weren’t there for long. But during the time we were there, the general feeling was one of open hostility toward us.

When we were back in the car, and leaving, I asked Desirée, “Was it just me, or did you have Voltaire’s song Hate Lives in a Small Town running through your mind, too?” She just laughed, and replied, “This is the kind of place that song was written about.” I, for one, was glad to be gone from that little town.

Why am I devoting a post on a blog about writing to talk about this? Partially, it is, I’ll admit, just to vent a little. But it’s also partly to repeat something I’ve said over and over and over and over again throughout the years—never upset an author! We spread word about all kinds of things. We communicate. That’s the very heart and soul of what we do as writers! Cross an author, and you’re liable to find a caricature of yourself in a book or movie. Granted, unless the stuck-up bigots in that town we stopped in know enough about paranormal, fantasy, and horror literature to recognize authors of such works on sight—which I highly doubt—then they didn’t know we were authors. But still…

Okay, I guess the point of this post really is more venting than anything. I just want people to open their minds. Just because someone doesn’t share your belief system doesn’t make them a bad person.

After that stop, I truly do need to agree with Voltaire, though—hate really does live in a small town!

Scott Harper

Blessed Mabon


Not all of my fans, readers, and followers are pagan. Not all of my pagan readers are Wiccan. Still, I am. Desirée Lee is eclectic pagan, rather than Wiccan specifically. She also recognizes Mabon as a special day.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with this important pagan holiday, please allow me to take a moment to explain it. Mabon is the Autumnal Equinox. Today, the daylight hours, and the nighttime hours, are equal. After today, for the next several months, the days will grow shorter, and the nights will grow longer. In our belief system, today is commonly know as Mabon. We view it as a Thanksgiving holiday. This is the day for harvest celebrations.

While not everyone celebrates today as a special day, many of us do. I wish everyone – my fans and readers, and people who have never heard of me or my work, regardless of their belief system – a good day today. No matter what you’re doing, or what you plan to do today, I wish you a safe, happy, fulfilling day.

Scott Harper


Desirée Lee and I were officially married on August 17th, 2013. As far as we’re both concerned, we’ve been husband and wife for over a year. But, now it’s official! Our thanks to the family and friends who were in attendance, and for the gifts we were given. Your well wishes for us are the greatest gifts of all! Our thanks, too, to Teresa Garcia for performing our handfasting ceremony, as well as our daughter’s Wiccaning afterward.

Scott Harper

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