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.
Him of the Horns: His Blessing
People of the Old Blood:
will you receive my blessing upon you?
Your blood upon us and upon our children!
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Then:
By the tears of my eyes which I weep for you,
by the blood of my veins which I pour for you,
by the seed of my loins which I spurt for you:
by tears and by blood and by sperm
do I sain and bless you,
my beloved people.
So mote it be.
From: The Book of the Sabbat
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