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.
The Power of the Witch
If they came and took you away today, who do you think they'd come for tomorrow?
Your family, of course.
Because any family with a witch in it ipso facto becomes a witch family, whether they like it or not. One witch is enough to transform—some would say to taint—an entire lineage.
Not everyone in a witch family is a witch. In most witch families, most aren't. But in most generations there's generally at least one clanking around in the kitchen somewhere, and we remember our witches.
Centuries later, people in the family still talk about the witch. “Oh, she was burned at Salem,” they say, with pride if not with accuracy. Stories grow as stories do; no story ever lost in the telling. What they remember may not be what happened, but memory of the witch herself endures.
A family with a witch becomes a witch family, whether they like it or not, whether they even know it or not, and so great is the power of the witch, that this power extends both into the future and into the past as well. One witch is all it takes.
People remember witches. While memory endures, they will remember.
They will remember you and your life. Make it worth remembering.
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