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.
A Contract with Death
Life is a contract with death, annually renewed.
At Samhain, we renew the contract.
At Samhain we stand before the great black void of Non-Existence.
She offers us an apple.
Others die; we eat. Some day, we will die and others eat.
The ancient story: feed and feed.
So we take the apple from her hand: the white, the red, and the black.
We take it, and agree to feed. We eat.
Life is a contract with death, annually renewed.
At Samhain, we renew the contract.
Dimitri Tsykalov, Apple
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Friday, 06 October 2017
Good eye, Tasha. It's based on the Samhain ritual that we've been doing for...well, decades now.
Which in turn is based upon one of the oldest stories of all.
http://witchesandpagans.com/pagan-culture-blogs/paganistan/the-white-goddess-her-seal.html -
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Oh My! Is this based on an actual myth or is it simply a metaphor? Just curious. Very special! Thanks for sharing, Blessed Be, Tasha