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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The Rising of the Moon

We're all born pagan.

Anything else, you have to be made into.

The end that those who look to the end of days see is their own.

But we were here before, we've never gone away, and after, we'll still be here.

Pagan.

 

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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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  • astra
    astra Wednesday, 13 May 2015

    brilliantly worded! thanks!

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