Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Book of Shadows: The Musical

A priest and priestess that I know had taken their newest student on an outing to Chicago's biggest occult bookstore.

At the center of one display was a beautiful leather-bound volume, hand-embossed in gold with a pentacle, and the portentious title: Book of Shadows.

The student's mouth fell open: the secrets of the Craft, about to be revealed.

He opened the book reverently, then looked puzzled. He riffled through the pages and shook his head.

“It's empty,” he said.

My priest friend opened the book, laid his finger at the top of one of the pages, and turned to his partner.

“What does that say?” he asked.

Drawing Down the Moon,” she read. “Whenever ye have need of anything, once in the month, and better it be when the moon is full....”

My friend turned to his mystified student.

“Not to worry,” he told him. “Once you've reached the proper degree, you'll be able to read it, too.”

They actually managed to keep him going for several minutes.

The secret to successful priesthood is creative improvisation.

 

For Jonathan Nightshade

From your lips....

 

 

 

 

 

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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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