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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Welcome to the Pagan Midwest

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In the sacred grove, four megalithic altars mark the Quarters.

Upslope from the grove, the tasseled corn stands nine feet tall.

Downslope, in the Bonfire Field, the massive bonfire awaits the torch: two years' worth of deadfalls, entire trees. When lit, the flames lick heaven.

That's where the ritual that I attended half a moon back was held.

Welcome to the Pagan Midwest, folks.

Reader, are you jealous yet?

 

 

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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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