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.
Birth-Ale of the Sun
A Toast for Thirteenth Night
In the life of each of us,
three great ales, three feastings,
and these are they:
the Birthal, the Bridal, and the Arval.
When we are born, the Birth-Ale,
when we wed, the Bride-Ale,
and when we die, the Grave-Ale:
whence Arval, meaning funeral.
And for that his is the life of us all,
the Birth-Ale of the Sun
lasts thirteen days, one for each Moon.
So on this Thirteenth Night of Yule:
Wassail, my friends! Drink hale!
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