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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Remembering Beech Buchanan

Contains material some readers may consider inappropriate for discussion in a public forum.

 

Thank Goddess, it's that time of year again.

Planting Time.

Time to frig in the fields to make the crops grow.

Gentlemen, don't forget: onto the ground.

That's just how these things are done.

 

Of course, such love isn't just for Planting Time, harvest, or taking seisin (buying land).

It's also for funerals.

Seriously.

That's why we send the young couples out during the grave-ale to spread their cloaks on the new grave.

It's a rebirth thing.

 

Pouring the seed libation is an ancient, time-honored ritual.

If ever you've wondered about Beech Buchanan's enigmatic tombstone inscription, well: there's your explanation.

And that's why we need our own cemeteries.

 

 

 

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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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  • Mab Nahash
    Mab Nahash Monday, 29 May 2017

    Why the disclaimer at the top? Just curious.

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