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.
You Mean to Say That Stonehenge Is Actually a...Well, Duh
Take a close look at this reconstructed Iron Age round house from Pimperne, Dorset, England.
Note, in particular, the internal circle of support posts and lintels, marking off the inner living area.
If it doesn't look strikingly familiar to you, you can't possibly be pagan.
Although Stonehenge predates the Iron Age by more than a millennium, it's hard not to suspect that its familiar ring-with-lintels structure may well have been a visual echo of something that its builders knew intimately from their own daily lives.
You've heard of Stonehenge as temple, observatory, cenotaph. Well, it may or may not have been any, or all, of those things.
But it seems to me not to stretch credibility to claim that, first and foremost—whatever else it may also be—Stonehenge is a house.
If—if—this is so, then the next question to ask must surely be: whose house is it?