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.
Prayer for a Witch's Funeral
Let us lift up our hands.
Dread Lord seated upon the Dark Throne,
the span of whose antlers reaches from horizon to horizon;
Great Lady who descended into Night
because she would know all things, even the mystery of Death;
O you whose love first engendered our people,
along with everything that is:
we your children stand before you this day
and we call to you.
We thank you for the life and deeds
of your daughter, our sister Hilary;
we commend her, body and spirit, to your care.
We ask that the way be open before her,
so that in due course, rested and renewed,
she may return and be reborn once again among our people.
In the name of the Horns and the Wandering Moon
we ask it,
and let us all say:
So mote it be.
August 3, 1956 - February 26, 2023
Reborn to the People
A Service of Remembrance and Crossing-Over
will be held for Hilary at this year's upcoming Paganicon.
Details forthcoming.
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