Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Are You Coming to Thunderfest?

What with this summer's forthcoming Midwest Grand Sabbat, I've already got my hands full, but if I didn't, and were I inclined to throw a public festival, I know just what it would be.

“Thunderfest: A Meeting of Traditions.”

People know the Thunderer by many Names, but just about everyone honors Him, and rightfully so. Was it not likely the jolt of His lightnings that sparked the primal womb of Mother Earth and so gave rise to life? Is it not He Who gives us the rains that nourish our crops and feed us?

Such a festival would bring together those of different traditions who don't usually mingle, but probably should: heathens, Reconstructionists of various flavors, Afro-Diasporic folk. No matter who our people, we've all got Thunder in common—whatever you call Him—and swapping lore will only make us stronger.

Thunder, Þórr, Donar, Taranis, Perkunas, Perún, Zeus, Iuppiter, Xangó, Enlil, Ba'al Hadad, Indra....Thus, by His many Names, we'll invoke Him with a flashing libation of liquor on opening night, when we call to Him to ask for His blessing on our gathering, and—of course—for fair weather for the duration.

Throughout thee days of the festival, we'll sing for Him, dance for Him, and tell (and maybe enact) tales of His mighty deeds. Then, at the festival's crowning rite, we'll offer Him a goat, just like in the old days.

And that will be a feast to remember.

To do this worthily, we'd need an outdoor venue that also has indoor gathering space. When you throw a party for Thunder, you can't blame Him for showing up in Person.

Thunderfest: A Meeting of Traditions.

Are you coming?








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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.


  • Murphy Pizza
    Murphy Pizza Thursday, 14 February 2019

    Only if I can lead a procession of folks air-guitaring to AC/DC's "Thundsrstruck"! :p

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Saturday, 16 February 2019

    Another thing about pagans: we have more fun with our religion(s) than anyone.

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Saturday, 16 February 2019

    I suppose that when we throw the Love Goddess festival you'll want to do Shocking Blue's "Venus"?
    Oh dear.

  • Murphy Pizza
    Murphy Pizza Saturday, 16 February 2019

    Yeah baby! She's got it!!!:D

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Saturday, 16 February 2019

    "I'm your V-neck...."
    That's the Minnesota version.

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