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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The Secret Star

They say that in the old days there were many signs by which our people would recognize one another.

This is the story of one of them.

In the dust you would draw with your toe or the tip of your staff, say, an X, and join the topmost horns with a line.

And then you would wait.

If the stranger did nothing, you would know, and guard your speech.

But if he were of the Wise, he would complete the figure with two more strokes, thus: Λ.

This was called the Secret Star, or the Witch's Rose.

And then you would know indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

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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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