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Chapter 1
Yule Be in My Heart By Feral Sephrian To say that I was the black sheep of the family insinuates that I was at least similar to the rest. I was more of the white goat in the sheep flock. My parents, siblings, aunts, uncle, and everyone else at my private school, were Presbyterian. That’s my mom’s side of the family anyway. My dad was born to Irish Catholic parents, and only “converted” to Presbyterianism to please my mom’s family. I, however, wound up Pagan. I guess the catalyst for my conversion was when I found Brigit, or perhaps she found me; it’s hard to tell with the Gods sometimes. While looking into my Irish heritage, I came across the story of Saint Brigit, who was based on the Celtic Goddess. The more I read about her and the Tuatha Dé Danann, the Gaelic Celtic pantheon, the mo
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