Jymie Darling

The Musings of Jymie Darling

Did You Miss Me….

I promised to write more. And I blew it. 

I was asked to write for a movie script….which is going into pre-production. I have been optioned for at least 4 more (maybe more after). With some artistic control on set doing a few jobs. #newsaddles 

I was given a beautiful new horse from a veteran group. Now I have Roo and Remi. 

I got paperwork sorted out thanks to the morons AND found some TDY papers showing theater deployment. AND got more paperwork sorted….got my military ID with all my base privileges. So I have been on base shopping. (You know…because I am such a fake veteran and all according to 2 losers putting up multiple sites. 1 a basement dweller and  possible future  family annihilator and the other a fake PR rep that ripped off Pagan Day Fest and was fired for gross incompetence…then threatened me if I did not review her as A+. Ms Bargas….you are grossly incompetent and possibly insane. But keep joining forces with Mr Armstrong…who outright wrote all liberals should be killed. Cole Prime…you list him as a friend? He wrote once that trans people should be slaughtered like pigs. He is a Trump supporter and Marie is promoting him. You might want to consider these two sources. I might have made a poor decision on a stupid uniform choice…they are tearing apart the fact I put ribbons of #deceased #veterans that were my friends on the horse as an honor salute and harping on fake photoshopped claims by themselves or a handful of drug addicts I fired over the years. I worry for you Cole.

Horse shows. I have riding in horse shows. Schedule is slammed. 

Now…for the good news. As I am allowed…i will be using this blog as teasers to the upcoming films as well as the alchemy videos….all have #occult themes. AND I am putting my YouTube channel to use. Once a week, I will be doing an Alchemy lesson.

I will also post the videos to here. There is also

And a few other sites! Catch you soon. I have a Veteran Field trip to surf in less than 4 hours and a few emails to answer before I go to bed. Much love and more to come!! 

New Venture…The Pagan Paradigm

A new venture of real news and stories is starting to come together. The Pagan Paradigm

A webzine where we are collecting the best writers, telling truths…no holds bar. 

More stories coming soon. Get ready for some fun and facts!!!

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Lesson Learned

by Jymie Darling

Last year or maybe it was the year before…why I cannot remember is not a mystery (thank you military traumatic brain injury), I did a ride in the Veteran Ride at a horse show. I made no money. I made nothing more than any other rider did. I got a participation medal. It was for the wounded warrior project.

I was in a dilemma. I have none of my old uniforms. Like nothing left from those days. I have some ribbons I was awarded but they are in pieces a bit. I went and got a uniform. I ordered my name badges. Got my unit patches. Two days prior to the event, they arrived….wrong. Unit were colored and names were wrong BDU. I flipped.

I went in and I talked to the rep at the DAV and to some VFW friends, I talked to anyone who would talk to me at the VA, both patients and my therapist.

Background…I just lost a few AMMO friends…cancer, heart and suicide. I was a mess losing them. An absolute mess. They were my first friends in Area 2 of Nellis AFB. Yes….AMMO worked Area 2. Know why you do not know? Because up until recently, that base was classified. Most of what  I did there….STILL CLASSIFIED. Sorry your pathetic POI requests cannot get that. Nor the rest of the duty I did after I took a small break from uniform and returned in another branch for a small tour. Boo fucking hoo.

Everyone said (including the old vietnam vets)…fuck it. Wear what you have. Fuck it, really. Who the fuck is going to cry regs in a charity event for the vets but not military sponsored. And if they do cry….they need to kill themselves for being such babies about it. And trust, there were losers in uniform that will cry at you sweetheart. Fuck them. They are proving what losers they are. Usually the ass lickers and shit eaters.

I liked that. I use that phrase now.

My therapist said, do something to honor my friends. That would make me feel less helpless, less hopeless. So I did.

The medals that are being spread around the web as stolen valor by the ass licker, Shawn Armstrong and the shit eater, Marie Bargas…they are on the horse. They are not on my chest. DAV said, use all the medals of your fallen friends and yours but NOT ON YOUR CHEST…I said…my riding blanket? YEP.  I said…oh lord, I do not even remember mine and do I use the combo of the reserve to the active between my branches? GOOGLE. That was the advice. GOOGLE. So I did. Google got it wrong.

But it was right as far as I knew.

So I was attacked for it. I did not feel like full answers to total strangers who need to get a life or stop breathing in theirs. Miserable human sludge (2…a whole 2 people). My answers were either edited, taken out of context and/or completed fabricated on their mission to attack a 100% honorable AMMO USAF troop and made it their obsession. I want to be mad…but really, you must be so pathetic that all I can do is feel pity.

So there. I do not owe a further explanation. I will not give one. This is in it’s entirety but I am sure for Marie Bargas’ websites and blogs…that mentally unhinged cancer of the community will twist it.

Ass lickers and shit eaters.

Oh…for my lesson…do as I want and when nobodies of the world ask me to explain myself or they will make their mission to destroy everything about me, my horse and my businesses…answer: Ass licker or shit eater?

Occult musings of Jymie Darling

As I sit and think back on all the nonsense and insanity that I have encountered with my 25 plus years in the occult community as one of the most respected spiritual advisors and the attacks that have continued from the handful of full on mentally unbalanced.

I also served a lot of people and gave them good advice and great sound influence. This is one case and one case that I lost a good person into the clutches of a mentally unbalanced woman, Marie Bargas.

The Case of Cole Prime.

Now, I felt sorry for Cole for a very long time. He showed up like a lost puppy at my store. He was young. Confused. As much as I had empathy for him, it was his kids that endeared my to his family.

They often showed up at my events at Panpipes Magickal Marketplace. Always so pleasant. Cole had extreme ideas but they were always grounded in reality. For years I knew and loved him and his family.

Then one day, after I left the store and went into retirement…I created a group on facebook for the Los Angeles community to have a forum to speak. It was going well. Jake Richardson claimed he could make the weather change and that he could bring world peace…but did not want to. For his safety of ridicule that was being lumped on him…I took him from the group. He continued on my page…so I deleted him. He is a super sensitive guy. Extremely good looking but super sensitive. I know he does not understand my reasoning but I felt more like a mother hen at that moment as I have ALWAYS felt like a mother hen to him.

Cole jumps on one night. He begins talking Matrix. People are egging him on in a “look at this idiot” kind of way. I jumped privately to a few friends on the group and asked me to help me figure out if he was okay…THIS WAS NOT LIKE COLE. He started talking about paranoid delusions of being tapped. When pressed, he went further into a whole rant on holograms and how his family was against him and they were spies and possible holograms. I asked where his wife and kids were. In the public forum. My phone blowing up with people freaking out that he will hurt them. He said they were locked in their room and he had it with her treason. That she was poisoning the kids.

Look….I do not know if she was. That is not my business. Technically, relationships…not my fecking business. However, when it looks like something is about to go bad incredibly fast, I would feel remiss if I did not act.

So I contacted her. She was terrified. My advice…and my only advice at that time was: call 911. Find a place to stay tonight safely. Talk to the police. This is not like Cole.

She did. Cole called me. Scared. I know he thinks that I betrayed him…I told him..when the cops come, talk calmly. Cooperate. Let the wife and kids leave to feel safe and this can all be worked out.

Cole has fallen into the trap of believing a full psychic fraud named Marie Bargas. She is one of the most manipulative liars in the community. She believes herself a PR agent and I can share the horror stories of those that she has tried to convince to hire her, including myself. The joke is…everyone thinks she is a fraud and just keeps her close so that they do not deal with all the false websites, fabricated evidence and lies and threats that she continues to do to those that call her out. I called her out. She creates over 15 websites about me and has it spread by the people she cons.

I still worry about Cole. I think he needs a grounded influence. I think he is in one of the biggest fluxes of his life and it is called “Transgender”. Please Cole…Please honey, you are not crazy. You are not out of control. You certainly put that forward right now…but you are really just lost and confused. I wish you would have stayed put with grounded forces. Marie is a user. Marie is paranoid and possibly schizophrenic. She believes herself a pallidin healer waiting for Cthulhu to come. THIS IS NOT SANE. THIS IS NOT REALITY. Find some ground, dear Cole. You always know how to reach me, luv.


​So many of us tried to hold onto the young (experience wise). As the Qabala states, one climbs the Tree alone. Through every path, the lesson is custom to the student. Every Sephiroth holds a truth. That truth is to learn the balance of mercy and severity.  When to employ each. 
The largest truth is, many are husked. They prefer the ego of Qlippoth. They see no shadows to embrace. 
Our job is to help those who deserve and need. Leave those that cannot be reached (yet). Above all, we learn to help by allowing them their lessons. Alone does not mean abandoned. 
One cannot carry others up any Tree of Enlightenment regardless of your philosophy.

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