September comes again, sweet of joy and gilt of leaf! It is more than month; it is the start of a season; the end of the active year; a fashion; a lifestyle; the beginning of ‘weather’, at least in northern climes.
Before I joined the Priesthood, I was a country boy (as many have rightly guessed!). My rustic rhapsodies fool no one, I am sure. Yes, the stars, the sun, the moon, the season’s turning wheel, the rich loam, the eternal hills, the racing clouds, the whispering trees, the falling leaves, the welcoming greensward and the sparkling snows – these were my hornbooks and constant companions from early boyhood.
From them I learnt the Great Truth of Magic: that a ground of self-awareness pervades all living things; indeed, reality itself. Only certain classes of humans dwell outside this primal unity – the vicious, the criminal and the depraved. These are the poltroons whom art, love or nature cannot lift to heights of primal ecstasy. These are the savages our Hexes are intended to ruin: the piggy-eyed scum with no scrap of decency or self-awareness; dull-eyed, doltish bastards! Kill them all with Hex, curse and spell! Wipe them out, every last one of them, O my brothers and sisters.
Let gurus Ziel and Spackatoni - the two lights of this age - guide your curses this month.
In seven moons, O Hex-hunters, we shall speak again…
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