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Blessings to Hecate

As you may know, on the last day of each month, I like to give honor to the Goddess Hecate.

Hecate is a Greek Triple Goddess of magical crossroads and the three realms of Earth, Sea and Sky. She is a guardian of the household, protector of everything newly born, and the Goddess of Witches. She was one of the oldest and most universally revered chthonic Goddesses of the ancient world.

Walking in the night or visiting cemeteries during the dark phase of the Moon, She has been described as luminous or shining.

Hecate is sometimes accompanied on Her travels by an owl, ancient symbol of wisdom. Although not a Goddess specializing in wisdom along the lines of, say, Minerva, Hecate gives expert counsel to those who find themselves at the various crossroads of life.

In ancient times, on the last day of the month, Hecate’s worshippers would leave a “Hecate’s Supper” outdoors, usually at a Y-crossroads, with specially prepared foods as offerings to Her. These offerings were also gifts to appease the restless ghosts, called apotropaioi by the Greeks.

Frequently, a pole was erected at the intersection and three masks would be hung from it, as homage to Hecate and to request Her wise guidance when making choices.

Three-faced masks and other images of Hecate were also placed at the gates of cities, and domestic doorways.

Many of the men and women currently in service to Her still focus their rites strictly by the lunar month, which is how the ancient Greeks counted time, rather than the modern solar-based calendar, introduced later by the Romans.

But I think She does not mind if we also dedicate this last day of the solar month to Her as well.

Although Her name may mean “The Distant One,” Hecate is always close at hand in our times of need, helping us to release old, unhelpful habits and situations, and find our courage to greet the new beginnings that surely come with the turning of the month.

May mighty Hecate grant us Her wisdom and guidance on this last day of the month, and always.

Blessed be.

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  • June 30, 2012, 4:14 pm libramoon

    Crossing the Threshold

    At the crossroads at midnight
    My lady did swear
    That she must be alone
    To face up to her demons

    “Please understand that I must
    be aware of just who I am
    and where I’ve come from.”

    I sat by the bridge
    as she set forth her flames,
    her sorcerer lore, her alchemic runes
    So she’d know who to honor, to break
    and to blame
    What she’d been made for,
    her journey, her tools.

    At the crossroads, past midnight,
    just before dawn
    My lady thrice nodded and
    stamped out her flames.
    She beckoned I join her out on the meadow
    to kiss and rejoice
    and reveal our true names.

  • June 30, 2012, 4:27 pm Beth

    Wow! I have chills from this. Thank you so much!