AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

[Thurnez Isa]

We hafve 2 colleges and a university in town
and i salvage the used books stores at the end ofthe school year
i literaly have thousands of books and just about everything
never read all of em
dont have the time
but im a strange strange person who collects a lot of crap
strangest collection is my collection of fish tank ordiments
mind you i have no fish
or a tank

[Thurnez Isa]

had a book on it somewhere
if you have specific question i coulld look it  up..
havent read it but has index

found it
anyone wanna know how to cause someone to go insane?

[Cain]

I know that already.  I did some psychology.  I want to summon a loa.

[Cain]

We hafve 2 colleges and a university in town
and i salvage the used books stores at the end ofthe school year

I bet.  This place is similar, the University is the lifeblood of the town and becomes perfect in May for book readers.

[Thurnez Isa]

I bet.  This place is similar, the University is the lifeblood of the town and becomes perfect in May for book readers.

also try about october
a month or so into the 1st semester there are a ton of dropouts

when i was at school
we started our course with over 20 guitarists
only me and two others graduated 3 years later
i think one other graduated a year after us - he fell behind a year

[LMNO]

Cain: contact Verthaine re: voodoo.

[B_M_W]

Okay, I'll tell the story.

Freshman year in college.  Every freshman has to enroll in a special course.  This one was taught by a ball-busting anthro professor, and it was all about witchcraft. 

Some of it was interesting.  I learned a lot about Voodoo, for example.  But far, far too much was about neopaganism.  I was too ignorant to make any coherent objections then, but it did rub me the wrong way.  I don't think the prof liked it much either but she presented a neutral face like any good teacher.

All the freshmen classes had to go on a field trip.  We went to the Circle Sanctuary.  It was maybe an hour's bus ride away, tucked in what Wisconsinites call hills and Utahns like me call gentle humps.  The roads got narrower and narrower, til I was certain the bus was going to get into something it couldn't get out of.  But finally we broke through the greenery and everyone stumbled off the vehicle, relieved to get moving again.

It was the right time of year, that two weeks or so in Wisconsin where it's neither disgustingly muggy nor bitterly cold.  We were greeted by two typical Wiccans, dumpy women in flowing clothes.  The younger, taller one sported a giant T-shirt with fairies printed all over it and an extra long broomstick skirt.  The older, with ratty grey hair, wearing some sort of tunic and nothing else.  It tied loosely at the sides and exposed a lot when she sat down.  I know this because I ended up sitting next to her in the big circle of chairs inside the roughly finished barn which was the property's only building.  It smelled familiar, a heavy reek which I finally placed as mice run rampant and shitting everywhere.

The two women took turns spouting Wiccan propaganda and singing, then led us up the "hill".  They showed us the cat shrine, the dog shrine, and the deer shrine where they pray for the poor li'l deersies with their icky wasting disease.  They told us to pick up a special rock or something on the way.  Then they took us to the top of the "hill" which had an interesting view of more trees (I guess some people like that sort of thing).  They had us deposit our interesting rocks or something onto the preexisting ring of interesting rocks or somethings.  It was a big ring, about fifteen feet across.  I think their might also have been another pick of interesting rocks in the middle.  Then they had us all join hands, sang some more songs, then had us stand quietly and "commune with nature".  Our silence was greeted by an impressive gust of wind.  Spooky.

They took us down the back way.  They lined us up in an open field and we listened to the older one rant angrily about the Burning Times.  She got really worked up about it.  Then the younger one led us to the fairy shrine and made a heartfelt speech about how she believes in fairies and that at least one or two were watching out for her personally.  Two disconcerting moments where the speaker was speaking more for the benefit of herself than the listeners.  It was weirdly fanatical.

Then they gave us tiny plastic bottles and took us to "St. Brigid's Well".  It was a normal brook infected with normal flagellates, toxic little bastards that made the water too dangerous to drink.  I tried not to laugh too loud. They explained that the ribbons choking the tree branches above the water were supposed to be healing spells of all sorts and invited us to add some if we wanted.  As if we all carried bits of ribbon around in our pockets.  I guess we all left em at home, next to our Wiccan Member's Card.

They sang at us some more, then we piled into the bus and left.  Our teacher admitted to a great deal of discomfort at the singing, to which we all heartily agreed, then we went to Mount Horeb Mustard Museum.  I bought a giant bottle of pure capsacin, so it wasn't an entire waste of a day.

I've heard of this place before. Its only about an hour away from campus...

[BADGE OF HONOR]

You should go.  Just once.  It will be educational.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Yeah but make sure you're wearing one of those born again fish symbols or a christ is king teeshirt or both. In fact, fuck it, go to a fancy dress shop and hire a nuns habit.

[East Coast Hustle]

nah, if you're gonna try to fuck 'em up with Christian symbology, you gotta go with the Catholic stuff. Rosary beads and all that. And make sure to take time out from the "lesson plan" to loudly say a few hail marys or whatnot and if asked, just casually explain that you're afraid of going to hell for fraternizing with a bunch of satanic witches, so you're just covering all your bases.

[B_M_W]

You should go.  Just once.  It will be educational.

I'll pass.

No, srsly. I'll pass.

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Yeah but make sure you're wearing one of those born again fish symbols or a christ is king teeshirt or both. In fact, fuck it, go to a fancy dress shop and hire a nuns habit.

Or a monks robe. Prolly better choice for a male.

nah, if you're gonna try to fuck 'em up with Christian symbology, you gotta go with the Catholic stuff. Rosary beads and all that. And make sure to take time out from the "lesson plan" to loudly say a few hail marys or whatnot and if asked, just casually explain that you're afraid of going to hell for fraternizing with a bunch of satanic witches, so you're just covering all your bases.

Now, if I was going to do it, THATS the way I would do it.