On Pagan Roads
By David Arv Bragi.
146 pages, with original illustrations.
Published July, 2019.
Welcome to this modest collection of fifty-three short tales and character sketches about road, street and occult life during the late 1970s and early 1980s, when long robed sorcerers, long haired rockers and long winded street preachers prowled the nation’s back roads and back alleys in search of the philosopher’s stone, or the holy grail, or at least an undiscovered stairway to heaven.
Written in a lazy cross between free verse and prose with optional syntax and oddly-placed paragraph breaks, you can read each tale separately from the others, but if you read them in order they will tell a complete story.
Better historians than I will write the definitive chronicles of Wicca and the twentieth century occult revival. On Pagan Roads is simply my personal recollection of those misty, mythical days of yore, when the Mysteries of the Ages smashed headlong into the Age of Polyester.
“So it would seem that The Eternal Tradition of Trigesmestes Triumphant’s Undying Mother Coven’s Acting Lord High Summoner had been caught sleeping with the new Summer Priestess of The Thirteenth Sacred Circle of Descendants of The Dianic Tribes,
whose Founding Elder, known as either Mistress Rhiannon Cerridwen d’Avalon or Our Lady of Lobelia, had just opened a new full-service Occult Emporium that quickly began stealing customers from the rare book trade of The Grand Mystic Lodge of Thelema and Osiris in Willful Etherea which,
while trolling for experienced virgins at the Horseless Tourneys of the New Amsterdam Barony of Ye Medieval Courtly Revival Society and Brewer’s Guild, had inadvertently recruited the debutante daughter of the aforementioned Summoner’s ex-wife’s new magical partner,
in violation of the True Signatories of Secret Hidden Agreements Among Unknowable Fellowships In Perpetual Silence, resulting in the wholesale migration of veteran Seekers After the Light from the Undying’s First Assyrian Temple down in Brooklyn Heights over to the Guild’s Royal Hall in the tasting rooms of a local beer wholesaler….”