Greetings all ye weary seekers. Though you arrived with a click of your finger; you have traveled through life, on your way to finding yourself at The Pagans Gathering. As such, you must be exhausted. I bid you, relax and “Welcome!”
Make yourself to home as I, a friend from Lightfoot Grove at the edge of the Forest, tell you tales, some which I swear true, and some which are for amusement or perhaps enlightenment, though that may require the assistance of many throughout history far more gifted than myself.
Also, let us discuss the plan for how we might utilize this newfangled contraption of specially arranged electrons which shall be referred to as The Pagans Gathering, which has an address on the ether planes of pagans.us . Humankind has certainly progressed in its’ ability to create and preserve historical records, far beyond the use of leafs and etchings carved into rock or nature, and to communicate long distances without dispatches of parchment. Thus, it appears The Pagans Gathering is an appropriate enough name.
As of the original time of this writing, and in this plane, I find myself conjuring with this modern technology from the Information Age. It appears to have some remarkable properties, including the ability to allow old and new friends to create and manage their own historical recordings of fact or amusement: blogs.
Everything is experimental at this point, so expect changes as pagans.us progresses. The way it is set up is that any registered user or anyone who has an email address from specified domain names, such as @pagans.us or @priestess.us or several others, is allowed not only to have a user account but can also create their own website.
Still, as exciting as the prospect of enabling this kind of gathering is, I do take some time to step outdoors as it is a pleasant enough autumn day. The verona lavender and the flowering cacti continue to bloom behind my humble abode, but “Mona from Verona” appears to be preparing for winter. Last week, many flocks of small birds appeared all at once. There were hundreds of them, and we know they are migrating south, but locally they were flying from treetop to treetop, heading west, perhaps following “Neusey”, the old Neuse river, to the Falls Lake reservoir, and inland toward the mountains, where they might catch some tailwinds heading south.