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.

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Nuristani Three

 

 

In the dream, I'm in the Kalasha valleys for Chaumós, their great month-long celebration of the Winter Solstice.

(Living in the foothills of the Hindu Kush mountains, the Kalasha are the only Indo-European-speaking people who have practiced their traditional religion continuously since antiquity.)

The culmination of the festivities is to be the revelation of the Three Hidden “Idols” of the Kalasha.

When the three wooden images are finally revealed, I realize—much to my surprise and delight—that they are none other than the Three Gods of the Great Temple of Uppsala: Óðinn, Þórr, and Freyr, but rendered in a distinctly Nuristani idiom.

Reader, I won't bother to parse this dream for you.

I doubt that you need me to.

 

 

 

 

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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.

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