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Lake Merritt Pagans! 7 PM Sunday July 29 at the Sacred Well

Lake Merritt Pagans is a new group for Pagans of all stripes who live near Lake Merritt to socialize and touch base about life on the lake in all its aspects, practical and spiritual. 
Come to our first meeting: Sun. July 29, 2012, 7:00 PM, The Sacred Well, 536 Grand Ave., Oakland.
Possible LaMP activities: full moon lake walks, altar building, volunteering at the city's regular lake clean-ups, and whatever good ideas you bring!

This group evolved out of a conversation between me and another Pagan living on Lake Merritt after a presentation/ discussion at Pantheacon where the presenter was entertaining the idea that Saraswati and Brigid are connected. The post-presentation discussion led to a question of whether there is something inherently different about the quality of a deity tied to a well versus a giant river. The question came up about whether Lake Merritt would have a completely different deity because of being a man-made lake that functions as an estuary. So this other person (who I don't name because I don't know if she still wants to be involved) and I had a great conversation about this Lake Merritt deity, if we could come up with a vision of it and build an altar to it... This all evolved into the idea of bringing together Lake Merritt Pagans. Rabbit at the Sacred Well got into the idea, offered us her store as a meeting place, and voila, our first meeting is finally afoot.

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oh that is lovely :) and i'm now song-virused with the shriekback song about the local gods :)
Dutifully Googled. Beautiful.

Hymn To The Local Gods :
Where are the bones and the flowers?
Where are the shrines to the local gods?
They never write now or ring us
Whatever happened to the local gods?
What are their names? Where do they live now?
Where do we go to light a candle to them now?

They held the soul of the city
The streets were bright with the local gods
The days were sweet with their meanings
The nights were vivid with the local gods
The day they left we never saw their going
We woke one morning and the world was less than it had been

In the canals and the wastelands
Up in the spires, under the flyovers
Still you can see, with the right eyes,
The shining presence of the local gods
Stand in the silence you can hear them whisper
Hearing their laughter echo in the steel and stone

So leave a fire in the window
Pour the wine under the underpass
Let's all go down to the river
We'll go swimming with the local gods
They never died we only lost their number
All you can find here worship and more will appear