Now to the Brocken the witches hie,
The stubble is yellow, the corn is green;
Thither the gathering legions fly,
And sitting aloft is Sir Urian seen:
O’er stick and o’er stone they go whirling along,
Witches and he-goats, a motley throng.
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, “Faust”
Tonight is a most magical night, the night of Walpurgis. Also associated with the pagan holiday of Beltane, Walpurgis Night falls on the eve of May Day, exactly between the Vernal Equinox and Summer Solstice. While it owes its name to Saint Walpurga (ca. 710-777/9), the holiday has come to represent fertility and continued life, heralding the coming of spring and the end of the frigid winter months. According to legend it is also a time when witches hold their revelries in a great sabbat, a scene that has been depicted in great works of art and literature for centuries.
Tonight is a time of change, and a time to celebrate the joy of living. I have a very special ritual in mind for the arrival of spring and a new chapter in my life. I invite my gentle readers to also take this time to reflect and invigorate their lives with the ecstatic pleasures of carnal existence.
Let him that hath understanding understand.