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.
From the 900 Sacred Songs of the Witches
Long ago, the Horned looked down from Heaven, and saw that we were cold, and hungry, and in darkness.
Then, in his mighty ruth, he stole the Fire of the Gods, came down, and gave us Fire.
Ever since when, we sing his song at Yule.
He Came Down
Bring Fire, Fire-bringer
He came down
like a falling star
He came down
he brought Fire
He came down
from the hearth of Thunder
He came down
between the horns he bore it
He came down
blessing on blessing
He came down
blood smoke, cedar smoke
He came down
he-goat sacrifice
He came down
Ruth: compassion
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