The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/author/storm)
Storm Faerywolf is a professional author, experienced teacher, visionary poet, and practicing warlock. He was trained in various streams of initiatic witchcraft, most notably the Faery tradition, where he holds the Black Wand of a Master. He is the founder of the BlueRose lineage, with students and initiates across the globe. Author of several books including “Betwixt & Between”, "The Witch's Name", and "The Satyr's Kiss", he is committed to rekindling the ancient connections between humankind and the Hidden Kingdom. He lives with his loving partners in the San Francisco Bay area and travels internationally teaching the magical arts.
We stand, as we have for so long now, at a crossroads. What kind of society do we want to be? What will be our legacy for the future of this country and for the world? Will we be a society that practices empathy, striving to care for our citizens and embracing our differences? Or will we regress into a Christofascist ethno-state, where we demonize our neighbors and strip them of their human dignity?
Tales from Beyond the Rainbow by Pete Jordi Wood is an important contribution to our collective queer history. This collection of ten stories from different cultures offers us a glimpse into a time long, long ago where we as queer people were very much present and even worthy of our own narrative.
Why then, given the volatile history between humanity and faery kind, would we want to pursue a relationship with them? Why not simply follow the cautionary advice of our ancestors and do our best to avoid them altogether? The short answer is, “because we’re Witches.”
Across the globe, the power of the sun dances upon the magnetic field of the earth below, as the veils between the worlds grow thin. In the north, the hidden powers of life and nature rise into lusty fullness, while in the south a stark contrast, as the dread gate of death stands solemnly open.
We observed the holiday as many do today: by celebrating all things Irish. As far back as I can remember we marked the day with the wearing of green (so as to avoid getting pinched!), eating corned beef and cabbage, and (for the adults) drinking copious amounts of beer. We might even go to McDonald’s and get one of the Shamrock Shakes. (Disgusting, but we still wanted them.)