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.
Life, Food, Beauty
As keeper of the coven temple, it's my responsibility to make the daily offerings and to pray for the well-being of pagan peoples everywhere.
The prayers are simple:
May the people have life.
So mote it be.
May the people have food.
So mote it be.
May the people have beauty.
So mote it be.
Life, food, beauty: the basics.
Life: May the people continue to exist. It's my belief that pagans are necessary to the greater life of the planet. In us, existence achieves self-awareness.
Food: May the people have bodily sustenance. We cannot do our proper and necessary work in the world without physical well-being.
Beauty: May the people have mental/spiritual sustenance. We cannot do our proper and necessary work in the world without psychic well-being. There can be no people without vision, without the inspiration that beauty gives. Food feeds the body; beauty feeds the heart.
Each of the prayers is “cued” to a specific offering:
Life: Water.
Food: Corn. (This is, after all the Midwest.)
Beauty: Incense.
As well as daily at the tribal sanctuary, these same prayers on behalf of the people are necessarily made at every occasion of the gathering of the people.
“Three things give wing to prayer,” says the Triad: “the offering, the needful occasion, the soaring prayer of others.”
When the people gather, they pray for their own needs; only the priest (or priestess) making the offering is not free to do so. It is his (or her) responsibility to pray for the entire people instead.
But if you wish, you may join me in my prayers for pagan peoples everywhere. In fact, I invite you to do so.
May the people have life.
So mote it be.
May the people have food.
So mote it be.
May the people have beauty.
So mote it be.
For Magenta, of course: clear-seer
and
For the MCPA: Wrights of Spring
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O firstborn, bring us to harmony.
O naturekin, sustain our lives.
O ancestors, guide our paths.
O immortals, bless our world.
O outdwellers, avert harm from us.
So mote it be!