Dame Wotta Tripp - Woman of Mystery

Introduction by Jet O'Leary

Wotta Tripp - Who is She?

Dame Wotta Tripp was probably born, but nobody has yet managed to find out when. She claims to have been here on Earth for at least two centuries, and that's just in her present embodiment.

Wotta Tripp makes many claims, and certainly those who know her tend to substantiate various of them when interviewed, but to probe beyond a certain point always draws knowing smiles, and nothing more.

In short - silence...

A similar occurrence is that of attempting to verify her existence by obtaining access to written records. It always ends in failure as the paper trail goes cold yet again.

Stories, a few of them somewhat sinister, continue to circulate. Murmurs of friends and associates in high (and highly strange) places still make the rounds.

Rumours of an association with Aleister Crowley surface now and again, and there is one peculiar photograph, featured below, which is purported to be of Dame Wotta Tripp 'communing' with Aleister Crowley several months after his death, but there is no provenance, and the lady herself will doubtless take her secrets to the...well, wherever she ends up eventually.

^{Could the old photoraph above possibly show Wotta Tripp communing with the spirit of Aleister Crowely, as persistent rumours suggest?}

Indeed, even the few contemporary photographs of Wotta Tripp that are allowed out to the public show her appearance and age seeming to constantly shift slightly in an eerie way.

Her past may be shrouded in mystery, and we may believe the stories or not, but her presence is very much a modern reality.

What is known is that Wotta Tripp is an ambassador of some description and that her missions are connected to the inner Earth and extraterrestrial matters, the details of which may well represent classified material.

Any spare time is often spent giving advice to the hopeless and troubled from among the human beings she works tirelessly to protect.

Controversy has surrounded her work, and there are those who consider her a dangerous woman who dispenses advice poorly.

Regardless, many more claim they would not be where they are today without the help of Dame Wotta Tripp.

Wotta Tripp remains a solitary figure, purporting to be too busy ministering to the needs of others to have time for a life.

 Nevertheless she has what is described as a 'close friendship' with one Mr. Sinister Frankly, an anthropologist, and according to Wotta Tripp herself, a geomancer, whatever that might mean; it remains unclear.

Dame Wotta is considered to be an authority on the occult and mysticism in general.

Known as an expert astrologer and sought out for her divination talents, few realise her skills also encompass the more arcane magical arts, and she is widely known to be an alchemist and a phenomenal medium.

Wotta Tripp is said to live as a multi-dimensional being, and that doesn't surprise those familiar with her.

She is also said to have many interests and concerns and is known for her business acumen.

Both a gemologist and a mineralogist, Wotta Tripp is rumoured to have a legendary mineral and crystal collection with some of the ancient specimens in her ownership supposed to be possessed of powerful magical properties.

Whether this information is correct or not, Dame Wotta Tripp is known to own a Sequin Mine near Busteni n a mountainous area of Romania.

The 'End of the Rainbow Sequin Mine' produces around six tons of rainbow sequins a year.

Tuneful, a well-known expert on the metaphysical properties of minerals, says that the unique rainbow sequins are among the finest on Earth and that they 'vibrate divinely with waves of intelligent celestial light'.

According to Tuneful, if you work with these sequins at an inner level, they will provide an energetic and supportive energy for those in transition. "Autistic people would benefit from being near these sequins" she said, "as well as people with shingles".

Tuneful also claims that these particular sequins are capable of putting your DNA 'on a fast track to ascension'.

"It's really cool" she said, smiling brightly, "and as well these iridescent little beauties are helpful for raising the Kundalini energy, which lies coiled at the base of the spine like a serpent".

As well as being very fond of minerals, Dame Wotta Tripp is a great lover of animals, especially cats, of which she keeps three as companions.

One of these felines, Ishfold, is apparently her familiar.

It has been substantiated that Ishfold is strangely and unusually interactive with humans and is able to speak a variety of words in English. As if this weren't enough, Wotta Tripp claims to communicate telepathically with Ishfold on a fluent level.

Dame Wotta in one of her rare interviews, published in the October 2008 issue of 'No!' magazine, stated:

 "My familiar, Ishfold, is a cat of discretion, taste and refinement, sometimes, yet I find his company nearly always refreshing".

She went on to say "He converses in an eccentric form of English, similar to that spoken in the Elizabethan era."

Apparently this archaic lingo is mixed with a smattering of modern English and his own ‘catly’ venacular.

"His talk is remarkably similar to the writings of the playwright, poet and actor Ben Jonson" Wotta Tripp continued, "and when he’s very annoyed with someone – especially if he perceives them as ‘fake’ – he will label them a *‘toadefak’.

He is puritanical in some ways, but lenient in others. He can seem violent, on occasion. He develops strange fixations, but then he is first and foremost a cat.

He uses the names of cat-associated Egyptian gods and goddesses, cursing liberally. He attends Sabbats and festivals, working frequently and efficiently within the magic circle."

Wotta Tripp admits that they do sometimes fall out, and yet the trust between them must be strong as he is to have his own monthly spot on her advice column, 'Dame Wotta Tripp Advice'.

Will he be dispensing advice? I don't know, but he's an accomplished feline. In fact, Ishfold is writing his first novel, 'Squirrel in the Wind' and has secretly started his own rap band, 'Rappaw'. What can I say? This is very real.

The Grande Dame also claims to have an ancient friend, a bird of a species long thought to be extinct on the surface of the world.

 Wotta Tripp stated that this bird is an ally who works with her in her advisorial and ambassadorial capacities.

The massive bird, whose name is apparently noble but unpronounceable to most humans, is known affectionately as 'Peckles' to those that are on intimate terms with her, a rather whimsical name, chosen perhaps to hide the creature's true nature.

Does Dame Wotta have quirks and foibles? Well, yes, and one in particular comes to mind. Not only has she admitted to this on at least one occasion, but she was witnessed demonstrating it, the first time in Paris in the 1920's and again while visiting Montreal in the 1980's.

Apparently, Dame Wotta Tripp dislikes clowns intensely, but is reported to absolutely loathe mimes.

When a mime approached her in a Paris street she set about him with her umbrella and handbag until he managed to escape and run away.

In a startlingly similar incident to which there were several witnesses when she was visiting Montreal, a mime again approached her near the entrance to a theatre just before a show was to begin. This time she was carrying a silver-topped walking cane covered in strange inlaid symbols.

She berated him verbally and brought the cane down several times on the poor man's shoulders before chasing him up the street.

Witnesses say he got away by dodging through a Chinese restaurant and out through their back door before taking refuge in a nearby church until she had ceased searching for him.

When asked later what she didn't like about mimes she retorted that "the answer should be obvious to any sentient being", and that was all she had to say on the subject, except for complaining once within earshot that she thought "the idiots must be attracted to my hat".

Dame Wotta Tripp - the legend, the woman, the mystery. Who is she really and what are her intentions toward us?

We may never know.

Article by Jet O'Leary - Galactic Crash Magazine August 2011

_{*Toadefak (pronounced ‘toady fake’): Kit-E-Kat for ‘fake’, ‘superficial’, ‘not real’ or  ‘having something to hide’. An expression carrying disdain for the target. See: Felidicta - A Cat's Dictionary'.}