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.
What Gods Feel
What does he feel, the Horned, as he sits upon the altar and gazes on the faces of his people?
What does he feel?
This I can tell you, I his priest, who have sat upon his shoulder and watched with him there.
It is love.
When he sits upon the altar and looks upon his people, he feels for us a love so unbounded, so all-encompassing, that he would do anything, give anything, for us.
Even to the laying down of his life upon that very altar, that we might feed on his flesh.
Even this he would give, so great is his love.
This I tell you, I his priest of many years.
It is love.
Above: Tomnaverie Circle, Aberdeenshire (Scotland)
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