She has so many epiteths and faces. She is the dark sister in a line of Goddesses: Kali, Lilitu, The Morrighan, Cerridwen, Ereshkigal, Hel. Hekate is a Titaness, a child of the Primordial Elders who are of the beginning and ending in this realm. She is the traveler between worlds, given dominion of Sea, Sky and Land by Zeus Himself. Her torches shine in the darkest corners of our psyche. She is a revealer of magick, patroness of Witchcraft, and cunning woman of poisonous herbs.
There are many speculations regarding Her origins, Her worship, and Her place in the modern world of Paganry and the Art of Old. She has been found in the highest heavens and the deepest parts of the earth. How can we work with this immense entity, being such small and insignificant beings? Do our prayers and shouts even matter to one who is eternal? She has seen all and been known to help those whom She favors, but how to get on Her good side? For certain no one would want to be on Her proverbial “shit list”; as the one who aids in revenge, justice, and the balancing of fairness, Hekate is swift in action and often without mercy; Her devotion is not one to be taken lightly.
In Her hugeness we can only see what is before us… the part we can contemplate and access without trying to envelope Her entirety at once, which would be rather overwhelming. It is far easier to explore a mountain ridge by ridge than it is to cover all grounds at once. So we do this with Hekate, an extremely focused and intense devotional working that will take place over a 13 day period. Each day there will be a different aspect of Her to explore, an inspiration to bring into our meditations, eventually attuning and aligning ourselves with Our Lady. This is a devotional starting at the Dark Moon of October, leading up to full lunar energies, releasing the spell at it’s peak. Only after this journey is finished may we be ready to approach those shadow selves in the wane, and move forward with our spiritual journey, no matter where it takes us.“Hecate, hail! Hecate, hail! Far hast thou travell’d o’er hill and dale; By the dead man’s tomb thou hast stopped to alight, Where the Lemures gibber the livelong night, And the ghoules eat the corpse by the wan moonlight, For such are the scenes where thou takest delight. Hail to thee, Hecate, once and twice! And hail to thee, Hecate; hail to thee thrice!”
(Page 444, “The Song of the Witches Around the Walnut Tree of Beneventum” by Henry Curling; Bentley’s miscellany, Volume 17, edited by Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, and Albert Smith )