Mary Anne Atwood (née South), (1817–1910), was an English writer on hermeticism and spiritual alchemy.
Born in Gosport, Hampshire, to Thomas South, a researcher into the history of spirituality, she assisted and collaborated with her father from her youth. Mary Anne married the Anglican Reverend Alban Thomas Atwood in 1859, and moved to his parish near Thirsk in North Yorkshire where she spent the rest of her life. She continued private correspondence with several influential Theosophists until her death in 1910. Her final words, "I cannot find my centre of gravity."
She is buried at Leake Church, in Yorkshire.
Mary Anne's first publication, Early Magnetism in its higher relations to humanity (1846) was issued pseudonymously as the work of Θυος Μαθος (Gk. thuos mathos), an anagram of Thomas South.
Mary Anne wrote A Suggestive Inquiry into the Hermetic Mystery (1850) at her father's request, and in parallel with his own composition of a lengthy poem on the same subject. Thomas South paid for the book to be published anonymously in 1850, but without having read it, trusting his daughter's judgement. Reading it after publication, he believed Mary Anne had revealed many hermetic secrets that were better left unpublished, and therefore bought up the remaining stock and, with his daughter, burnt them, along with the unfinished manuscript of his poem. Only a few copies of the book survived.
Mary-Anne's my favorite girl
but she's living in her Hollywood world
her daddy owns a 4-star hotel
mommy owns another
Saturdays she's never around
'cause she's at the hippest party in town
and she tells me that she's settling down
so I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
she tells me to let it go but I'm the one who let her in
Mary-Anne shows up wasted at my door
Mary-Anne takes my bed, leaves me the floor
Mary-Anne, you're such a whore
Mary-Anne
Met her at a rock n roll show
she was diggin' on some rum and some coke
she told me she was ready to go
take it or leave it (I couldn't believe it!)
Mary-Anne says love at first sight
shouldn't be confused with spending a night
but she'll come 'round when the timing is right
so I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
she tells me to let it go but I'm the one who let her in
and I don't wanna be a sad, weak, frail, meek, love-struck geek who's