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Witching II: ACLU
My friend C____ teaches for the local school district.
Back in the Bad Old Days of the Satanic Panic, word got around that one of the so-called “Occult Experts” who spread their lying gospel of babies bred for sacrifice and “recovered memory syndrome” was going to be speaking locally. My friend and some other men from his coven decided to mount a protest.
The night of the talk, they stood together outside the entrance, each of them wearing a black, pointy witch's hat. They carried no signs, didn't say a word, and didn't interfere with anyone, just stood there in silent witness while people arrived. My friend saw the parents of several of his students going in, and they saw him.
Sure enough, next morning during home room he hears the expected announcement over the loud speaker.
“Would Mr. ______ please come to the principal's office?”
So my friend goes down to the office.
Principal: So C___, I hear you were involved in some sort of...protest last night.
C___: If you haven't heard from the ACLU yet, you should be hearing from them shortly.
Principal (sputtering): Aw Jeez, what did you have to go getting them involved for?
C___: This conversation is over. Good bye.
And he walks out of the office.
End of story, and no more heard. Ever. The teachers' union is a powerful one.
Witches make good friends, neighbors, and co-workers. If we say we'll do something, we'll do it, and we'll help you out when you need our help.
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't be afraid of us.
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Saturday, 24 May 2014
On the Minnesota Renn Fest grounds, there's a 20-foot Green Man figure with a carved wooden mask, covered with a tangle of wild grape vines. It's local custom for the pagans to meet there in the morning and start out the day with a libation to and dance around the Green Man.
One morning when we got there, there was a Christian service going on right next to the Green Man, but that didn't stop us. "Very Paganistan," said the friend I was with afterward. "Pagan and Christian, praying right next to each other."
But there was no doubt whatsoever which service was which.· Christopher Blackwell likes this comment. -
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Ironically some of my best memories were during that period of time as that was when I was just discovering Paganism, learning how to find Pagans and went to a few festivals. As festivals were secret, they were also more free and Pagan the they are now.
Now that anyone can come by, we must not do anything that might upset the non-Pagans. I remember interviewing one Priestess, who did ceremony in a public park of a big city, bragging how her ceremonies, were so church like that, it would not disturb any of the Christians walking near by. I got the feeling that she lost the point of being Pagan.[Grin]