I am sadly informing you of William Barden's death. His Heroin addiction got the better of him. We are left with no funds, either in the Parzival account or the publishing account. Bill took everything out and bought Heroin over a period of three years.
I can't find anyone he's passed the copyrights to. As the oldest member of the the Society now in existence you owe us assistance. Please show your brotherhood and assist us with a donation. I know you made out quite well with the sales of your own books. Send us anything you can at the old P.O. Box
Saturday, January 17, 2004 e.v.
Cara Soror XXXXXX
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law
Your letter caught my attention as being a very brave attempt on your part to retain your pride and strength. You dance like a crab all through your letter, in apparent awareness of my possible vicious response. Nice attempt at being the scarlet woman, but you've only reached the confused "evil sorceress" persona.
To begin, it would not be logical to send you a donation if you people no longer have the Motta copyrights. If you can find someone who William Barden passed them on to, if anyone, than write me again and I might send you some money.
Be more specific, which old address are you referring to? Also, how I can trust you not to spend any money I send you on more Heroin? How can I know where you are outright lying to me?
I tried to access Barden's website and it is gone. Give me details on the exact date and time of Barden's death. Give me details on how many members he left homeless, and inform them that my dedication and aspiration is still with me, and I continue to carry the Torch. They can write me at any time.
Henceforth I expect absolute discipline in your letters to me.
Let it be know among you that I'm taking over...
Love is the law, love under willFraternally,