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.
Paganistan: The Musical
Dear N,
In the dream, you and I have gone to see the opening night of Paganistan: The Musical.
(The performance has been held in an outdoor theater, of course, which, for some bizarre reason—dream logic—you and I have been watching from the front seat of my car.)
The play honors the Fiftieth Anniversary of the founding of the Twin Cities pagan community. For two hours now, we've watched a stylized musical retelling of the joys and sorrows, the triumphs and failures, of the community to which, for better and for worse, we have both given our lives. Witnessing the reenactment of events that we ourselves were part of has been both a hilarious and a bittersweet exercise.
Now the entire cast has gathered onstage for curtain call.
The reception is rapturous, the applause thunderous. On the horizon behind the cast, fireworks explode.
You and I join in. Sitting there in my car, I have the strange sense that you are both yourself and, somehow, a personification of the local community: Paganistan in person.
I pull you to me, give you a big hug, and kiss the top of your head.
“Thanks for everything,” I say.
So: we actually do have a Fiftieth Anniversary coming up in a few years now. (Minnesota Church of the Wicca's first Beltane Lottery—as good an official founding-point for this community as any other that I can think of—was held April 30, 1976. Remember?) Maybe we ought to consider doing something to mark the occasion.
Anyway, thought this might amuse you. As I said in the dream, thanks for everything.
Talk with you soon,
Steven
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