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.
Follow the Moon
I'm usually no partisan of bumper-sticker theology.
Between the smug (“My Goddess gave birth to your god”), the derivative (“I work for a Norse electrician”), and the just plain delusional (“Nobody ever started a war in the name of Wicca”), I mostly don't see the point.
Until I saw this one. It's poetic. It's evocative.
Profound, even.
A row of nine Moons, waning, full, and waxing. Beneath them:
Follow the Moon.
Unlike most bumper-stickers, it actually requires some thought.
What it means is not for me to say. You, the reader, decide.
(And isn't that just like Her, making us think for ourselves?)
This much direction, though, I can offer.
How do you get to the Land of the Witches?
Follow, just follow, the Moon.
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