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.
The Witch's Paradise
Historians tell us that the concept of the Witch's Sabbat as revolutionary counter-worship arose at a particular time in a particular place: to whit, the Western Alps in the early 15th century. Of necessity one asks: why there, and why then?
The answer, my friend, is love.
This is the story of the love between a god and his people.
Listen, now.
In the darkest days of our persecution, the Horned heard our cries and looked with ruth—compassion—upon the sorrows of his people.
(So it was in ancient days, when he brought us the Fire from Heaven.)
For love of us, he gave us a gift, that we might have the soul-strength to endure: a love-gift to lift our burdens, even for a little, that we might know freedom in the midst of bondage, a foretaste of the joy that shall someday be ours.
And the name of this gift was the Sabbat.
The Sabbat is the true paradise...where there is more joy than I can express. Those who go there find the time too short because of the pleasure and happiness they enjoy and, having once been there, they will long with a raging desire [un désire enragé] to go and be there again.
Jeanne Dibasson, 1630
This being a Sabbatic Year, this summer the Midwest Tribe of Witches will foregather once again in ecstatic adoration of the embodied Antlered Lord, who made us a people, and brought down Fire from Heaven.
In love, we will gather.
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