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Why Does the Horned Wear No Thread​?



At the Grand Sabbat, the tribal gathering of Witches, everyone wears a red thread around the pulse point of the wrist. Thus do we know one another, the People of the Red Thread. Adults, children, babes in arms: all wear the thread.

All but one.

The Horned on the altar, He wears no thread.


On arrival, you are posed the question that any witch can answer. Having duly replied, you receive your thread.

I tie this knot in Old Hornie's name:

aye, till he fetch thee home again.

Behold: your passport to the Sabbat.

Thereafter, you wear the thread until you're safely home. Wear it till it falls of its own accord, and He'll grant you an asking, they say.

(If you feel it plucked, they say, look around and see.)

Yet He Himself wears none.


What is the Red Thread?

The Red Thread is the blood line, the Witch Blood: the Blood that flows from Him, Old Warlock, Wellspring, Father of Witches.

Why, then, does He wear none?

Well, let me put it this way: does Jesus wear a crucifix?


Why does the Horned wear no Thread?

Come to the Sabbat, and see.





You said it.




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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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