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.
Dream Sabbat
In Which an Old Bit of Witch-Lore Takes On New Life
The ancestors were resourceful people.
In the old days, in time of persecution or plague, it wasn't always safe to attend the local Sabbat.
So the ancestors developed a strategy.
Come Sabbat Eve, you schmeer on the dwale, lay down, and fly off to the Dream Sabbat.
But do not for this reason think the Dream Sabbat unreal.
This, too, is my True Sabbat, says the Horned.
The Sabbat is the Horned's love-gift to his people. Be sure that, in time, we will dance once again by firelight beneath the trees, and taste all the joys of the witch's true paradise. This, the Horned promises.
Till then, he gives us the Sabbat of Dream.
The Eve of May draws nigh, says the Horned, Lord of the Sabbat.
People of my heart, come fly with me.
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Thursday, 16 April 2020
Thanks for the recommendation, Anthony.
See you at the Dream Sabbat! -
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One of the books I'm reading now is "Witchcraft and the Shamanic Journey" by Kenneth Johnson. He mentions in the witch trials where the accused would travel off to the Mount of Venus or off to the local fairy mound to celebrate.