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.
Stag Rune
Take a look at Robert Lentz's striking 1985 icon of the Horned God, Lord of the Dance.
Take a close look.
Specifically, check out the hands and feet.
Yes, folks, he's been crucified.
This is Jesus as the Horned God.
Now that I call ballsy.
So often when we hear of the Old Ways and the New, it's about opposition.
But we have it from the ancestors that the Horned can ride anyone. Anyone.
I saw this last summer at the famed red-rock Jeffers petroglyphs in south-central Minnesota. Pecked into the Sioux quartzite there, many wear the horns: Man. Serpent. Turtle.
Indeed, he rideth whom he willeth.
You. Me.
Anyone.
Stag Rune
Stag run through with a spear,
Stag hung from a tree,
Stag strung up to bleed:
Glory, lord, to thee.
For RR
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