Moon Rites for Hekate

Beginning in July 2011, I started holding small celebratory rites in Hekate’s honor. Each rite opens the way between worlds and allows ritualized time for communion with my Lady. I hold rites at both the dark and full moon. Some are elaborate, some are simple but all are heartfelt.

In the more elaborate rituals, I cleanse and purify myself and the space, sing hymns, invoke the goddess, meditate on her greatness, and celebrate her might. During more simplistic rites, the basic steps are the same but instead of a cleansing bath I might wash my hands; instead of singing a hymn, I might offer a brief prayer; instead of a four verse invocation, I might speak a few short words of welcome; instead of mediation, I might fall asleep with thoughts of Hekate meandering through my mind.

Elaborate or simple, long or short, big or small, my rites for her emerge from the recesses of my soul. Every one that I have completed thus far brings me closer to her and her mysteries. Every one offers the best part of me for her pleasure and for her glory.

Thus far, I have not missed an opportunity to sing her praises at or near the full and dark moons of each month. I plan to continue these observances for many more moons to come. As a lady with strong lunar associations, I find these to be excellent times to reach out and seek her. Hail Hekate, Mighty and Blessed Lady of the Moon, of Magic, and of Mystery!!

Blood Moon Communion with Hekate

On October 11th, I observed the Blood Moon with a small Full Moon rite in honor of Hekate. Before the rite, I purified the space and myself with candlelight and cedar. As I set the smoldering cedar tips to rest in my censor, a small albino spider ascended the wall behind my altar. I took his presence to be a good omen and continued with the work. I called out to Hekate as night wanderer, torch bearer, and moon goddess. With offerings of organic barley, homemade mugwort tincture, Hekate oil, Hecate the Saffron Clad incense from Otherworld Apothocary, and Hecate incense from Forest Grove Botanica.

After the call and the making of offerings, I stood for a time basking in her presence. Tingling sensations surged through me. She delivered much needed counsel and then departed. After her visit, I felt that I had greater insight into a few nagging questions. I also felt less fearful about my ability to hear her voice and pick her words out of a cacophony of divine utterances. I felt good about our connection and where I am headed under her guidance. Hail Hekate!

Hecate by Hrefngast (on DeviantArt)

For even now, when a mortal propitiates the gods and, following custom, sacrifices well-chosen victims, he invokes Hekate, and if she receives his prayers with favor, then honor goes to him with great ease, and he is given blessings, because she has power and a share in all the rights once granted to the offspring born to Ouranos and Gaia.

~Excerpt from the “Hymn to Hekate” in Hesiod’s Theogony, translated by Apostolos N. Athanassakis

Riding the Witch’s Stang

Until recently, I had only cursory knowledge of the magical uses of stangs (a double- or triple-tined stave). It’s been a winding road for me but I think I finally see the purpose of a stang in Witch’s Work and, more importantly, in my Work. The realization was slow coming and hard won, but I think I’ve got it now.

In October 2010, Cindy obtained a length of Linden that would become her seidhr staff. The wood was actually in the shape of a stang. I noticed its shape but did not have much of an idea of what I was seeing at the time. I do recall feeling drawn to the shape but I did not think much of it. My formal introduction to the significance of the stang was in many months later, in April 2011, when I read Sarah Lawless’ article on the subject. Her work was exceedingly helpful in deepening my understanding but stangs (as distinct from plain staffs) were not important to my practice at the time so I looked on the article as a useful reference (passed it along to the Catskin Sisters) and got on with my life.

Later that month, I procured my own stave. I noted that it was not forked. I was actually a little sad about that but it was not a deal-breaker or anything. Overall, I was pleased with my staff. I acknowledged the bends and twists in the wood which whispered of winding paths in a deep wood. Very appropriate for a tool in otherworld travels. Still my mind and spirit were not attuning to the stang element or the lack there of. I noticed that my stave was not stanged but what exactly that “deficit” meant was beyond me.

Enter the month of July. I was plodding along my life road when one day I got a wild hair to redo a portion of my ancestor altar. The dried flowers no longer seemed to fit and earlier that month I had procured a few new items from New Orleans that were just itching to be arrayed among the ancestors, so I removed the dried flowers and cut off the heads leaving only stems (I have no idea why I did this!). Almost every remaining stem was forked. The intuitive part of my brain noted this and deemed it significant but the remainder of my grey matter was not up for providing an explanation. After some quiet reflection, I wrapped the tiny forked stems in cloth, bound them with red thread and thought to myself that they would be excellent for facilitating communication with my ancestors. My brain was positively itching! I knew that they could be helpful in that sort of pursuit but there was no explanatory theory or philosophy that was immediately forthcoming. I could have guessed but it would have felt like BS even if it might not have been, so I didn’t. I just accepted the intuition at face value and stopped there. You know, since it’s not polite to stare a gift horse in the mouth.

At the time of the dark moon in July, about two or three weeks after the rose stem stangs started scratching at my brain, I held a simple ritual of communion with Hekate. When invoking her, I spontaneously summoned a three-way, Y-shaped portal in order to form the link between the worlds. The double-tined stang imagery would seem to apply here; however, it was less of a stang in my mind. It was primarily a three-way crossroads to my thinking though the two are obviously not mutually exclusive. The crossroads was an energetically evoked access point/hub between this and the other worlds. At this point, I just was not thinking of a stang in this context. The intriguing and happy spontaneity of the Y-shaped portal only amplified my existing fascination (courtesy of Hekate) with gateways, portals, access points, conduits, pathways, and places of convergence among the worlds. My twice monthly offerings to Hekate beginning in August furthered my fascination and sent my mind reeling about the “three-way crossroads” form.

Later, this fascination compelled me to begin picking up Y-shaped sticks and branches. By the way, I was still not thinking of stangs, just Y-shaped, three-way crossroads. Hilarious! Things did not come together into an “aha” moment until I re-read Lawless’ article a week ago after rediscovering it while doing an unrelated search of her site. That led me to another article over at the American Folkloric Witchcraft blog.

Now I am really putting all of this together and starting to see the connections in form and function. Stangs as ritual tools (and also three-way crossroads, the cousin of the double-tined stang) serve as conduits, pathways that link the worlds. In so doing, they facilitate travel and communication across those boundaries allowing the witch or spirit worker to connect with spirits, deities, the dead, and a host of “others” who walk the worlds and the spaces between. “Saying this out loud” makes me feel extremely silly for not seeing it before. I knew it intellectually but a piece of my spirit has just gone to school!! It’s like I get it now.

In the coming days, I plan to appeal to Hekate as well as the other crossroads deities with whom I work to send a stang my way. I will keep an eye out for it during my upcoming camping trip to Fox Ridge.

Hekate the Initiator

One can sometimes know something, but not really know it yet. In those cases, the mind’s knowing has not yet made room, not yet given way to “soul-sense”, the intuitive awakening that synthesizes bits of diffuse knowledge into the fathoming of a mystery. Before the mind gives way to soul-sense, we know but we don’t really see; we don’t really “get it”. It takes both knowledge and soul-sense to reveal a mystery. I believe that was the case for me upon reading The Five Faces of Hecate post and comments at The Serpent’s Wisdom for the second time. I read the post around the time that it was originally published (June 24th) but did not have a strong reaction to it. I simply thought to myself that it was interesting and then I clicked over to another site. On August 30th, I read the post and comments again after being prompted to return to the site by a New Post email sent from WordPress.

While reading the post and comments for the second time I reflected on the fact that I do not experience Hekate in the highly sexualized way that she is portrayed by Luis Royo. Nor do I often experience her as a biting, scratching wild woman. She sometimes comes to me as a bit of a specter in flowing Greek-styled black robes. Many times I cannot see a form inside the gown, only the gown itself. At first this was very weird but I got used to it when it kept happening. The “uninhabited” gown was not completely suprising though given that most times she appears only as a subtle rolling black mist flecked with silver and gold. At another point, once in a trance, I saw her more awe-full, frightening, intense, powerful, captivating, ecstasy-provoking face when I asked to see her “true” form.

In each of these forms/encounters, Hekate barely mustered human form. It was suggested or implied (the gown) but never stated. “My Hekate” is keeper of the mysteries, the one before the gates, three-formed lady of the crossroads, averter of evil, guardian, guide, protectress, mistress of spirits, mother of daemons, patroness of witches, diviner, rootworker, worker of magics, and keeper of the keys. She is all these things, what need does she have for a “sexy” body. I never “saw any skin” when Hekate came to me. How could I when she did not have human form 99% of the time. So the highly sexualized character portrayed by Luis Royo was beyond me , but it was not beyond others. Folks leaving comments at The Serpent’s Wisdom seemed to understand something about My Lady that I was missing. Not only in the sexy factor but also in the other symbolism that Royo incorporated into his Five Face. Of course, that worried me but just as I decided I was alright with being in the dark for a little longer about this sexy, sword-touting, tatted up, pierced chick, I read the (second) conversation between Eric and Seillean Ioho in which Eric mentioned that swords and daggers are often symbols of initiation (and I realized so are tattoos, piercings, and, in one of my groups, very significant jewelry). In that moment, something in my soul clicked and I had a vision.

In the vision, I was standing in a very dim, candle-lit room. Before me was Hekate, draped across a throne made of bone. She sat with her right foot on the ground and her left leg resting across the left arm of the throne. She had swords in both hands which were resting on her knees. Of course it was not lost on me that Hekate had suddenly acquired a human form for the purposes of this vision. She wore a thin black flowing strapless calf-length gown that accentuated her hips and the curve of her breasts, showed her bare feet, and highlighted her trim ankles. Her neck was long and regal, adorned with necklaces. Her face was oval-shaped and her eyes were dark and piercing. Her hair was curly and wild but not completely unruly; it followed its own tribal law. She was covered in tattoos of sacred symbols and animals (primarily on her arms, face, and back). She also had a hefty number of sparkling silver ear piercings. Her body was a temple. In the presence of all this newness I had no idea what to say or do, so I just looked. And she was looking at me looking at her.

When she was bored of that, she rose from her throne. It seemed fast but slow at the same time as if I was seeing her body moving and her energy moving and the energy of the room reacting to her movement. Hekate looked me directly in the eyes and when she was within about ten feet of me, she raised the sword and extended the point out in my direction and she kept walking forward toward me. By this point (yay, a pun!), I was afraid but also excited at the same time. She was magnetic, hypnotizing, enticing, and also very armed and extremely dangerous. She was sex and death, skin and swords. She was initiation.

Initiation is more than guiding and gate keeping and key bearing. It is the host of questions, half-baked answers, and new meanings that suddenly come flooding in to shape and reshape your life and your Self. Initiation is a grounded, bodily, earthly, sexy, deathly process just as much as it is an highly abstract, metaphysical, ethereal process. It is the challenge and the ordeal. It is the test of worth and might. Do you know the secret words? Have you etched the mysteries into your skin? Have you touched the sacred? Have you manifested your Will? Have you sufficient skill and might to pass through the gate that leads from who you were toward who you are to be? Do you have what it takes to sweat and cry and bleed for your own becoming? For your Craft?

Hekate the Initiator hears your answers. She extracts your tears, forces your sweat, and draws your blood. She grants or denies initiation, passage through the gate. And to think I may not have really fathomed this for quite a while yet had Eric and Seillean not had a little chat at the Serpent’s Wisdom. Thanks to you both!

August Dark Moon

Hekatê of the Path, I invoke Thee, Lovely Lady of the Triple Crossroads,
Celestial, Chthonian, and Marine One, Lady of the Saffron Robe.
Sepulchral One, celebrating the Bakchic Mysteries among the Souls of the Dead,
Daughter of Persês, Lover of Solitude, rejoicing in deer.
Nocturnal One, Lady of the Dogs, invincible Queen.
She of the Cry of the Beast, Ungirt One, having an irresistible Form.
Bullherder, Keeper of the Keys of All the Universe, Mistress,
Guide, Bride, Nurturer of Youths, Mountain Wanderer.
I pray Thee, Maiden, to be present at our hallowed rites of initiation,
Always bestowing Thy graciousness upon the Boukolos.

~Orphic Hymn to Hekatê

August Deipnon for Hekate, Dark Moon 2011*

On August 28th, at nightfall on the evening of the Dark Moon, I ventured into the yawning dark to honor Hekate, “Lovely Lady of the Triple Crossroads”. I prepared the site for the rite, which happened to be the base of a pine tree. I purified myself with khernips, sprinkled barley on the dark, damp earth, and recited the Orphic Hymn to Hekate. While laying out Her deipnon, I whispered prayers of thanksgiving, strength, and release to The One Who Gives and Takes. The deipnon was large this month. I gave Her garlic, boiled egg, goat cheese, whole wheat pita bread, grapes, almonds, and red wine. I repeated my thanks again, and again. Hekate is old and young as She pleases; in case She came as Crone I wanted to be sure that She could hear me (*grin*). Before leaving the site, because I was in a public park, I erected a ward over the offerings to protect them from human disturbances. Then, with one last prayer of praise I walked home without looking back. The howls of three hounds along the way signaled the acceptance of my sacrifices.

Hekate, Dark Lady, Queen of Land, Sky, and Sea, many are your wonders and great your names.

*Note: This photo was taken at nightfall without a flash and so has been altered in order to render the offerings visible. To orient you, surrounding the offerings are dark soil, pine needles, branches, cones, and bits of grass. The tree itself, the base of which doubled as a bothros (aka pit for offerings/animal sacrifices to chthonic deities) for this rite, is located in the upper left of the photo. I cleared away the pine needles to expose the soil beneath, since I could not dig a pit in a public park; well, not without drawing (more) attention to myself.