Where the fuck to begin with this topic…
The mysteries and the sacred wisdom of the occult have long fallen out of fashion and favor In the modern civilized world.
The modern occultist is by consequence an oft-maligned and desperate creature, deeply lonely and despondent, a misfit, turning to the strange and pathologically irrational when all more normative means of improving one’s lot in and outlook upon life have failed.
Such a marginalized existence makes unreliable narrators to say the least. Psychotics, neurotics, schizos, depressives, addicts, megalomaniacal and narcissistically insufferable pricks, infuriatingly talented trolls, and a still more unreliable sprinkling of recluse basket cases with occult training and bad tempers who very likely suffer some or all of the above afflictions in tandem with the horrifying ability to curse, kill, maim, reweave fate, or engineer a Holocaustic supernova on a whim, comprise every active internet occult community I have frequented.
The above listed facts entail some hard truths about the costs and pains in the ass involved in maintaining an active occult community on the internet, and probably anywhere else too.
-Your genuine, trained, practicing occultists are never your community’s postwhores, magnetic lovable personalities, or the mad shittalking banes of the community’s existence.
This is in part because they’re typically grumpy introverted bastards, who’re out practicing magic most of the time and aren’t taking the time to sit on a computer teaching anything worth learning for free.
-Your community’s postwhores, magnetic lovable personalities, and mad shittalking megalomaniacally prickish insufferable trolls generate more community activity and discussion than your lazy ass basket case practicing occultists ever will, because they are not grumpy bastards.
Without some manner of post hearting welcome wagon ethot to charm them, a troll to make them see red and unleash all rabid hell on the keyboard, or a LARPER who effects some strange nuanced emotion in between and a desire to steer them towards real magic, an occultist will check their snobbish dead discussion boards of like-minded lazy anti-social bastards once a month and read Paracelsus by the daylight in their dingy cave while subsisting on a diet of circus peanuts and shitty vodka the other 353 days of the year.
In summary the day your mods go too hard on the trolls and the larp is the day your occult community dies, as far as I’ve ever seen.