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Great Rite-athon

A beloved community elder had fallen gravely ill and was in need of healing.

Word went around that on such-and-so a day, at such-and-so a time, people should cast their circles and make love within them to this end.

And so it was.

“I love this religion,” said one.

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  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch says #
    Sorry James, sometimes my love of stylistic terseness results in the cryptic, especially with a high-context post like this one. I
  • James Bulls
    James Bulls says #
    Ha! Well, thanks for the response - that's certainly illuminating. See you around!
  • James Bulls
    James Bulls says #
    I don't get it - is there an essay here? I can't find anything more than: --------------------------------------- A community elde

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The Ring and The Axe

It is, without doubt, one of the most chilling moments of Rosemary Sutcliff's 1954 novel, The Eagle of the Ninth.

Beyond, all was shadow, but as Marcus moved forward with the light, past the midnight offering, the shadows drew back, and he saw that they were standing in a vast circular chamber, the stone walls of which ran up out of the candle-light and seemed to bend together high overhead into some kind of dome....

The place was empty, and its emptiness seemed to add a hundredfold to its menace. Marcus did not know what he had expected to find here, but he had not expected to find nothing—nothing at all, save that at the exact centre of the floor lay a great ring of what appeared to be white jadite, a foot or more across, and a superbly shaped axehead of the same material, arranged so that one corner of the blade very slightly overlapped the ring.

That was all.

Esca's hand was on his arm, and his voice whispering urgently into his ear: 'It is strong magic. Do not touch it!' (Sutcliff 176-7)

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The People of the Wheel

The Witch's Wheel isn't just a calendar.

It's a Great Rite.

Most would think of the Wheel, with its quarters and cross-quarters, as an image of the year.

In this sense, it is an icon of Time, sacred Time.

But of course the Wheel is also an icon of Space, sacred Space: the compass rose, with its eight directions, not to mention the magic circle.

So together it's an icon of Time-Space.

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Magic Flower

 Hurray, hurray, the First of May:

outdoor f**king begins today.

 

To “May” or “go Maying” means to go out into the woods to gather the flowers and greenery that will adorn the May celebrations.

Yeah, right.

And Midsummer's Eve is the only night of the year when the magical fern flower blooms, conferring upon the finder health, riches, and the ability to understand the speech of birds and animals. In the North it's longstanding custom for the young to go out together to seek this wonder.

Or so they say.

Through much of human history, winter was the time when you were shut into the house cheek-by-jowl with much of your extended family and (depending on when and where), maybe the cow and the horse, too. Private it wasn't.

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A Chirrup in C

 

Unimaginably long ago, unimaginably far away, two dark and massive beings drew near to one another and their dance of courtship began.

Faster and closer they danced, whirling around one another at speeds of millions of miles per second.

More than a billion years ago they merged, falling into one another with a force that shook all time-space, and shakes it still.

And now, more than a billion years since that mighty Great Rite, we hear the orgasm song of their mating.

A chirrup in the key of C.

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