Fiddler's Green Lil 'zine: Our Bogeys, Our Shelves

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Fiddler's Green Lil 'zine: Our Bogeys, Our Shelves

$6.00

Art & Magic for Tea-Drinking Anarchists, Convivial Conjurors & Closeted Optimists

The Magician’s Library as Mentor, Companion & Oracle
A Fiddler's Green Leaflet by Clint Marsh & Jeff Hoke. 12 pages, 3 illustrations, and copper foil leaf logo on the cover.

Your home library is more than a mere collection of fact and fantasy. By acquiring and keeping each of the books that line your shelves, you craft an ever-changing self-portrait made of memories, knowledge, hopes, and secrets unique to you alone.This illustrated essay unpacks the self-reflective mystery of one such personal library and offers you a way to do the same with your own. Through the ancient and contemplative art of bibliomancy, you’ll learn how to use your collection of books as a powerful magical tool, gaining insights into your past, present, and future.

Size: 7” x 5”

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Fiddler’s Green Peculiar Parish Magazine was born of a languid afternoon of conversation on a sunny tavern lawn. Taking its name from the pleasant afterlife dreamed into being by sailors, cavalrymen, and other adventurous spirits, Fiddler’s Green gathers friends, good cheer, and a bit of magic to create a better world not someday, but now.

In ecclesiastical terms, the word “peculiar” refers to a district outside the jurisdiction of the church. It’s also a good word for describing my own view of reality, and likely yours as well. And so here is a “peculiar parish magazine” for anyone who doesn’t feel the need to have their inner life directed by others. If it is peculiar that we wish to govern our bodies and souls ourselves, then let us be peculiar.

The conversation continues, and there is room for you in it. Each of us is on our own journey, both in this world and whatever lies beyond it. Sometimes the path is well lit; at other times it is obscured. Your wanderings have brought you here, and I hope you’ll stray for a while with me and the other souls gathered at Fiddler’s Green.

Clint Marsh