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.
A Midsummer Invocation to Earth and Her Two Husbands
(Horn)
Let us lift up our hands.
On this Midsummer's Day
I call to Earth, mighty mother of us all,
and I ask that through the summer to come
our gardens may bear abundantly,
so that through this time
and through the winter to come
we may have plenty to eat.
And let us all say:
So mote it be.
And on this Midsummer's Day
I call to Earth's right-hand husband, the Sun,
and I ask that through the summer to come
you shall give us your glorious gift of light
in abundance, but not in excess,
so that through this time
and through the winter to come
we may have plenty to eat.
And let us all say:
So mote it be.
And on this Midsummer's Day
I call to Earth's left-hand husband, Thunder,
and I ask that through the summer to come
you shall give us your glorious gift of rain
in abundance, but not in excess,
so that through this time
and through the winter to come
we may have plenty to eat.
And let us all say:
So mote it be.
Earth, Sun, Thunder:
to you, to you, to you
I pour.
(Libation is poured.)
And let us all say:
So mote it be.
(Horn)
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I wish I'd had this before I went to San Quentin on Saturday. Of course, we can have neither horn nor libation; we could use water.