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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True Intent: The Money Spell

 The Salad Bar

Did I want to hear about this great money spell that she and her coven had done?

Elderhood obligates. Sure, I say.

Well. They all needed money, so they decided to do a money spell, right?

That's how it usually works, I acknowledge.

So, here's what they did. They all went out to a restaurant.

Then they all got salad bar.

She pauses meaningfully, to give me time to savor the symbolism.

Anything done with true intent is magic, right?

Ah, I say, nodding. These things must be done delicately.

And did it work? I ask at last.

Well, this was a while back now, she explained.

She couldn't really remember.

 

 

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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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