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.

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After the worship of the many-named and many-hued Lady of Spring at this year's upcoming Paganicon, the priest will invite all those who wish to receive the special anointing of the Lady of Spring to come forward.

The rite having ended, the drums will be playing, the socializing will already have begun. Those who wish to will come forward and receive, painted upon their brows, a special Sign.

From the Sign's folk name, Egg-in-Basket, you would never guess its profound meaning, its deep mythic significance. Whether from affection, or from an inborn caution that instinctively cloaks the Great in the Less, the High in the Low, folk names tend to minimize. The great sign of the Triple Moon, for example, is generally known simply as the Goose's Foot.

So with the Egg-in-Basket: a simple crescent, horns upward , with a dot • between them. From the folk-name, one readily sees the connection to the Lady of Spring. But read more deeply: for this is the mighty Lunisol, the Sun-Moon itself, the sign of the Sun and Moon in Union.

It is the sign of the Great Rite. The Lady of Spring, goddess of Dawns both diurnal and annual, has long been known for her erotic connotations.

When the people of the Lady of Spring come forward, they will be marked—in an oil specially compounded for the occasion by Devonshire Incense's own Keridwyn Hershberger—with the Sign that confers increase, abundance, love, health, life.

So when, in the Name of the Lady of Spring, the priest calls you forth to receive Her special anointing, let you heed his words.

People of the Lady of Spring, come and be Signed with Her Sign.


Graphic: Helga Hedgewalker













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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.


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