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.

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The Horned, His Sign




One of humanity's oldest gods, the Horned is still worshiped around the world.


We do him no wrong if we think of him as the collective body of animal life on planet Earth.


Through the Hidden Centuries, the witches of the West kept faith with him and his ancient ways, as they still do.


In our day, once again, he raises up a people to himself.


Also called the forked, or horned, cross, the furca is his primal sign.




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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.


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