Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
It's the Full Moon, Charlie Brown
"Augh!"
With his hands on his head, Charlie Brown groaned.
"Isn't there anyone who knows what witchcraft is all about?"
In the silence that followed, it was Linus that spoke.
"Sure, Charlie Brown. I can tell you what witchcraft is all about."
He walked to the center of the stage. "Lights, please?"
The lights in the auditorium dimmed. From the spotlight's magic circle, he spoke.
Whenever you have need of anything,
once in the month, and better it be when the moon is full,
then shall ye assemble in some secret place
to adore the spirit of me, who am Queen of All Witcheries.
There shall ye assemble, ye who are feign to sorcery,
but have not won its deepest secrets;
to these shall I teach such things as are yet unknown.
Ye shall be free from slavery.
And as a sign that ye be truly free, ye shall be naked in your rites.
And ye shall dance, sing, feast, make music, and love,
all in my praise.
He turned toward his friend.
"That's it, Charlie Brown," he said.
"That's what witchcraft is all about."
For Mara of Rowan Dream
You said it first, and you were right:
There's no witchcraft without the Moon.
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Compare the magic of the Moon to that of the Horns?