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.
Say It with Symbols
The sabbat site was off a rural road. We needed something to mark the entrance, something that would say, to those in the know, “Here Be Witches."
A sign?
A bunch of helium balloons?
In the end, I nailed a deer skull to the top of a fencepost. From every tine, a long red ribbon fluttered.
Even the youngest among us can read that rune.
Let the neighbors think what they will.
Here be witches.
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