“Mister, you want something that'll change your life?”
I've stopped to grab some take-out on my way home from the 2018 Midwest Grand Sabbat. My heart is so full, it hurts. If it weren't for the beauty, who could possibly bear the pain?
I look at the sad little man asking me his sad little question.
He's no way cool enough to be dealing, so I presume he's pimping for some religion or other. I wonder if his religion gives him anything like what mine gives me. Just that morning I had watched the Stag That Walks on Two Legs, clothed in white fire, step into the sky.
I hope for his sake that it does. Looking at him, though, I rather doubt it.
I smile, a little sadly.
“Mate,” I tell him, shaking my head, “I'm just now coming from there myself, and let me tell you something: there is nothing else like it at all. Absolutely nothing.”
The man frowns, puzzled.
Burritos in hand, I make my exit.
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)
Photo: Paul B. Rucker, God (with Contrail)