The Draft Pagan Community Statement on the Environment is available for public comment

Good work! The team who worked on this project invite your comments and questions.

Humanistic Paganism

I am very pleased to announce that the DRAFT Pagan Community Statement on the Environment is available for a period of public comment.  The public comment period will be open until April 21, 2015.  Share your comments at

The Statement will be published in its final form on Earth Day, April 22, 2015, when it will be made available for electronic signature.  The Statement only represents you if you sign it.  Please wait until April 22 to add your signature.

A lot of hard work has gone into the draft Statement over the past 6 months.  It has been an honor to work with everyone who participated in the process, including some folks from our HP community.  If you would like to know more about the working group that drafted this statement or our process, click here.

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The Witches Three



A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.

Second Witch

Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch

HARPER cries ‘Tis time, ’tis time.

First Witch

Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.


Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch

Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.


Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver’d by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.


Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch

Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

We are the Witches Three.  We are serving up a witches’ brew of information, thought and action.  We are united in our purpose: to share with Canadians in general, and Canadian Pagans in particular, things that they need to know about what big corporations are doing to manipulate our democratic process, bleed our citizens into abject poverty, destroy our civil liberties, and rape our beautiful Canadian landscape for profit.  Three is the number of fate, the number of transformation, and we three have gathered to stir the cauldron of transformation and change.  We have been called.  It is time.  And our coven does not consist of us three alone.  Call out the Wild Hunt to scour the land!

10172679_10153106631646041_2167787476904976149_nDodie Graham McKay is an initiated Witch, blogger and independent film maker living in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. She has been involved in magic, music and media since the late eighties, and finds it important to be connected to the currents and communities that influence our art, environment and magical practices. She has a fierce interest in social justice and activism related to our environment. She is a writer at The Wild Hunt blog and a contributor at  For more information:

SparrowSparrow Anderson is a Wiccan Witch living on Burnaby Mountain, in British Columbia, Canada. Sparrow is not only a witch, she is a Mother, Partner, Podcaster and Activist (just to name a few hats) but NOT a terrorist. In November 2015, Sparrow became involved with The Burnaby Mountain Caretakers and became an “insta-activist” and Eco-Warrior. Just moments before her arrest, the Mountain and Sparrow connected in a way that Sparrow still cannot explain in words half a year later. She believes that water is THE vital resource and we have to protect it at all costs if we want a future we can recognize. You can find Sparrow at The Wigglian Way podcast, as a contributor at and also the Facebook page You can also find Sparrow in the flesh walking and playing the trails and parks of Metro Vancouver with the love of her life Mojo and their 15 year old pup, Murphy OdinDog.

Sable Aradia AuthorSable Aradia (Diane Morrison) is not really an activist, but Bill C-51 was a deal-breaker for her.  Sable has been a traditional witch most of her life, and she is also a licensed Wiccan minister and an initiated High Priestess in the Star Sapphire Wiccan tradition.  As a Pagan author (“The Witch’s Eight Paths of Power: A Complete Course in Magick and Witchcraft“; Red Wheel/Weiser, 2014) and a professional Pagan blogger (“Between the Shadows: the Craft of a Liminal Witch” at the Patheos Pagan channel and “49 Degrees: Canadian Pagan Perspectives” at PaganSquare) she believes that magic can be a powerful tool for social change.  She supports equality, freedom, feminism and environmentalism, as she believes these ethics flow naturally from the Charge of the Goddess.  She lives with her partners and furbabies in a cabin on the edge of the woods in Vernon, BC. For more information:


Morrigan, Queen of the Witches


“The witch has been created by the land to speak and act for it.” -Peter Grey, Rewilding Witchcraft

When I took Iron Pentacle, one of Reclaiming’s core classes, I had only the vaguest idea of who the Morrigan was. I knew she had something to do with crows. There was an intense-looking statue in the shop that hosted the class. She was Celtic? I didn’t know. I didn’t think about it.

Overall I’m very happy in the Reclaiming Tradition, but our approach to deity–at least, in my particular community–can feel a bit like a gumball machine at times, with a different god and goddess invoked for every ritual, class, or planning meeting. At best, our relationships to these deities can feel a bit shallow unless we work with them personally. At worst, gods–whether they’re entities or archetypes–sometimes don’t even show up. Halfway through the evening you realize you’ve forgotten who…

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Maybe, Another Vein



Maybe another vein.

Some new device will come out, something which, for hours on end, will dull the bodily rage we feel after a third-of-day’s labor.  We’ll come home tired, driving across hot asphalt past ghosts of forests, over corpse of bison, elk, and ‘Indian,’ after hours of coding, or answering phones.  Level-voiced women and men will soothe us with promises of a bright weekend, great beach weather, they’ll advise, between cloying advertisements for Christmas sales and New Year’s parties.

Interspersed, the assurances–the President said this, Congress will do that. Arguments between themselves, left-hand right-hand both stroking the slicked-up phallus before glowing altars with new operating systems and lifted faces.

We’ll grumble to each other–she’s not doing what she promised, he’s violating the Constitution, never once daring to plumb the depths of mythic paper and civic religion because it’s Friday.

Prices rise for salad greens we don’t eat anyway, for…

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