We are haunted, all of us.
In a few weeks time, we who honor the old ways will celebrate the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. As the sun sets on October 31st, the dead will walk among us. We will light fires and make sacrifice in their honor. We will ask for their protection, their guidance, and the benefit of their wisdom. We will invite them into our homes, set a place for them at dinner, and share with them the tales of years gone by as well as our hopes for the future.
Our myths and memories and ambitions, they are ghost stories, every one.
The ancient traditions tell us that the way is opened on November 1st, for the ancestors to enter into the land of the living. The celebration of the final harvest marked the beginning of the darkest season of the year. The air was cold…
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