Robin Morgan, Going Too Far (Random House) 1977., pg 306:

"...[W]hen, in 1973, I affirmed myself publicly as a witch, I did not mean it lightly. Still, I should not have been surprised when, at a press conference twenty minutes later, three other well-known feminists declared themselves instant witches. An act of solidarity? I wanted to believe so despite my own feelings of discomfort, which told me that I had been misunderstood and trivialized on the spot. Those initial misgivings were borne out in the following months and years, at times making me regret that I had ever discussed publicly my private beliefs.

...For each woman who seems desirous of doing some homework on such a subject, there appear to be two others who see the Craft as a 'femology' or an excuse to smoke some grass, juice up, and lie around bare-breasted for six or eight hours under a gibbous moon...

I am an initiated Wiccean priestess, true, but what that means to me and what it means to you, dear reader, may indeed be astral planes apart. I tend to be rude sometimes to those people who dare not leave home in the morning without consulting their astrological charts, but I read a mean tarot -- since the poetic symbolism resonating from its archetypes is pleasurable to me...I identify strongly with the rich psychological and poetic symbolism of matriarchal religions, and with the experiential truths I, as daughter and a mother, recognize. Again, these involve contradictions.

Is the only way to freshen thought, to clear out the eager misunderstandings and instant co-opters... -- silence?

Yet I would sing...

May your insurrection and your resurrection be the same.

The form, the fabric itself, is changing. If we could be aware of the cacaphony in our silence, and the reverse. If we could be conscious of the simultaneity: as intolerable torture and as literal saving grace. If we could be aware, for more than a second at a time, for more than the flash before we fall asleep..."