Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Ghost Eggs

Ostara begins with a hunt.

On the Eve of the Equinox, we gather in the temple, but (O and woe!) the Goddess is gone; so we kindle lights and seek Her throughout the house. She Herself is nowhere to be found, but signs of Her presence are everywhere.

Well, it's a fortnight and odd days till we seek (and eventually, nether-faring to the Underworld, find) Her; meanwhile, the winter-scouring, the spring lustrations have begun. The sanctuary must be clean to welcome its Goddess's Return.

Only now I'm seeing ghost eggs everywhere, eggs that aren't there.

There's one, I'll think, reaching under the radiator, only to find that there isn't.

Finding eggs out of season happens often enough around here to be only mildly (if always pleasantly) surprising. (That's why we don't hide the real eggs, though.) The last turned up in December during the Yule cleaning. How has that managed to be there all these months without my ever seeing it? I always wonder, unwrapping and eating the oxydized (but still sweet: spring is always sweet, no matter when you find it) chocolate.

But now I'm finding ghost eggs, and nothing's there.

Is this Ostara past that I'm seeing, or Ostara future?


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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.


  • Murphy Pizza
    Murphy Pizza Wednesday, 06 March 2019

    Perhaps these spirit eggs are reminding you not to grasp for spring before winter is finished...
    Spring is coming...just dont grasp for it much as we want winter gone, it clearly isn't finished doing its work yet...

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Wednesday, 06 March 2019

    You have heard that they're predicting another foot of snow for this weekend, yes?

    Sometimes--like any wheel--the Wheel gets stuck in the snow, and then we just have to lean in and give it a good push.

    My feeling is that as witches, it's our job to turn the Wheel. Going with the flow is for slackers, stoners, and Taoists.

  • Anthony Gresham
    Anthony Gresham Wednesday, 06 March 2019

    I think that's why Pagans/Witches have so many festivals. So they will have something to grab onto when they turn the Wheel. Like the New Moon tonight, St. Patrick's day on the 17th, the Full Moon on the 21st, all of them steps to turn the Wheel.

  • Murphy Pizza
    Murphy Pizza Wednesday, 06 March 2019

    Indeed... and then we start making up new ones...
    My friend in CO is going to be attending something called the Frozen Dead Guy Festival this weekend...

  • Anthony Gresham
    Anthony Gresham Thursday, 07 March 2019

    Is that in honor of Otzi that copper age frozen mummy guy that was found in the alps or do they just find frozen dead guys in CO when the snow melts off?

  • Murphy Pizza
    Murphy Pizza Thursday, 07 March 2019

    No, funnier....some local lore about a cryogenically frozen Norwegian immigrant dude...

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Friday, 08 March 2019

    What a peculiar species we are.

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