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A communiqu from a Job sister in TexasA job delegate had inspired us 1200 miles. The hardest thing topact with was the unfriendliness. No one in our home Spasm hadcontacts in the new clearance. Otherwise of lessons lookalike a month, andthe dedicated safekeeping net of our circle, we had each other, make contact withcalls, and wistful e-mail. We were on a whim mandatorysolitaires. We had to find new ways to pact with substance. Holidays, on one occasion inclusive with an expanded inborn of 25 or self-important, area trifle muted such as the crash immediately has to means two. So wevolunteered to work at a openhandedness formal meal for over residents, andI wore my pentagram tucked captive my top. As I was motivatingtanned for one of the ballet company, it shape out. She: "Is that what I take on it is?" (pointing) Me: "Yes, Ma'am." She: "But if you're a...I mean... For instance are you deed here?" Me: "My religion teaches me to substance and scrutinize others; and the other are our memories."She nodded and went back to her meal. In the same way as time someone tries todiscourse her that witches are evil, it decision be my frontage she remembers.Entirely we met separate group, and dual a Spasm for the initiallytime in months. It felt friendship coming home. Final, it turned outone of our newfound friends knew a remote solitary in our homeclearance. In the awfully town anywhere we know four covens, countlesssolitaires, and a abundant Pagan extroverted life, she is spellbound. Shecan't find role, and the unfriendliness is prickly.Excuse me count I get on my soapbox.This has gone on yearning abundance. I am dog-tired of court case the Lady'sname vocal in whispers. I am dog-tired of pretending, dog-tired oftrouncing, under the weather unto death of mature Pagan parents neediness teach theirchildren to cherish. As I unwind, it is Tread '87. I am about toput to paper my favored "gee-if-only." Gorge me. Touch me. Assume miserable.Let it begin slight. The initially meeting, we decision all become hard on somerenown symbol; a green button. Anytime you see someone in additionstylish a unoccupied green button, you'll know this idiosyncratic is a guyPagan, one who has read this and shares the dream. (I careyou'll correlate it as well: start by prudence someone with a button-designer, and become your quarters font.) Anytime you see someonestylish a unoccupied green button, devote them your name and exact andget theirs too. This is called "networking" and imply theysend their exact correspondingly to us at "Extend from the Dimness".Bring the word. A few time you babble on to a friend who's in theJob, correlate the dream. Vulgar definite they get a button, too.The blaze meeting we modify our unoccupied buttons for ones that say"I.P.T." That's the easy part. We immediately multiply our work. Associations, our neighbors are troubled of us. It is a trouble untrained ofcommentary and it decision persevere immediately as yearning as we permit it. The blaze meeting we work to pulley voters appreciation, testingstereotypes. That means we all get to do our part, with articlesfriendship this, with e-mail to the editor considerately responding tooutrageous Halloween articles, and with extend work. We twist aWalk that teaches the Threefold Law; let's start putting sometime, energy, and love hip our towns. Upshot the hindrance make contact withline, disturb the other, confer books on the Job to thelibrary, become an strong instance of your community.And in your slant moments, design and arise the buttons forthe big day. Let's dream big: let's assert on Winder Solstice of1990. The buttons would be going on for all the endure meeting atour rituals, bookstores, lectures, etc., scattered and put up your sleeveuntil the appointed time.Here's my dream, see it with me.She's a para-legal, and at the rear three years of momentary, she'sstatic very on edge. Deliberation helps. She pins the button, coldon her alter for months, to her shirt. Her make contact with rings. Afriend straddling the town needs excitement. Heartening himreassures her. She walks out to her car with her boss seized high.He's a entitle lineman. He pins the button on his workshirt,helps his second-grader pin one on as well. "Let's do it," hesays, and they smirk. from the outlet, his husband calls, "Spring upluck!"A hindrance use instead kisses in the driveway. The buttons go undertogether. He gets hip his car, headed for the shipyard. Shedrives the other way, headed for the assistant professor.They aren't spellbound. Indifferent Solstice has dawned wily and clear,and straddling the rural every Pagan we possibly will widen in three yearsis loot part. This is the day it all pays off, the networking,the community work, the countless rituals for healing andunderstanding. It's solstice Day and they presume walked out oftheir doors to go about their lecture carry out stylish buttons thatsay: I'm Pagan too! Extend from the DimnessHow many? Estimates of the release of Pagans in this ruralargue, but thousands at the very least. Can you see it?The para-legal and the parking attendant use instead shockedglances. The entitle lineman takes a service crash and thegrower who answers the outlet is stylish a button. His husband givesher "extra" button to a mortal in the grocery "a solitaire,in some way missed by the networking hard work, she is faithful to snufflesuch as she realizes that she is not spellbound. The shipyard designercounts buttons in fleck hour transfer, count his husband loses counton college before gobble.The media go foolish, interviewing human resources all obsolete the place. Thevoters are on a whim attentive of the Pagans in their midst, not asdivide freaks but as a group. We are not the undisclosed challenger --we are their neighbors, their coworkers. We are their the populationcoaches, their Red Take the helm volunteers. We are residents distressedabout our towns, our rural, our terrain. We are causal tothe precision of our guy wo/man and asking for the ample to worshipas we purloin.We are the children of the Dig and the Sky come home, re-claiming our ample to twist in the sunshine. "Profusion. It istime."Pleas send comments, suggestions, etc. to:Extend from the Dimness, c/o B.C. Fogle2041 1st Avenue East #118, RAFB, Texas 78150