Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Grand Sabbat (Opening Night): Kindling the Fire

Call to the Horned



My brothers and sisters:

it is said that long ago, the Horned our god lived on high in the House of Thunder,

but that looking down from Heaven upon his people, he saw us cold, and hungry, and in darkness,

and so, in his mighty love, he stole the Fire of the Gods from the Hearth of Thunder

and came down to Earth to give it to us here.

For this, he was to pay a terrible price,

but his brave deed was the making of us;

since when the sacred Witch-Fire has burned at the heart of our people's history.

People of the Red Thread, my sisters and brothers:

 let us lift up our hands and call once again

to the Horned our god, Giver of Fire.



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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.


  • Kile Martz
    Kile Martz Tuesday, 13 August 2019

    I call out. I call out to the horned one. I call out to the horned one for his blessing!

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Tuesday, 13 August 2019

    And lo! He hears, and comes.

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