In 1993, a family of Radical Faeries rented a home on 38-acres in northern Vermont. They named it Destiny Lodge, and it was good. Secluded, with expansive views of the valley below, Destiny drew Faeries from near and far who sunbathed, skinny-dipped in the pond, walked the woods, meditated, tended gardens, pitched tents, and, when the sun set, circled around a ritual fire to celebrate the magic of Vermont’s starry night skies. Destiny became a destination, an ideal faerie sanctuary. But one day, the Landowner sold the property, just like that.