The Stormy Voice of Silence

“Hekate Enodia, Trioditis [Trivia], lovely dame,

of earthly, watery, and celestial frame, sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayed,

pleased with dark ghosts that wander through the shade;

Perseis, solitary goddess, hail!

The world’s key-bearer, never doomed to fail;

in stags rejoicing, huntress, nightly seen, and drawn by bulls, unconquerable queen;

Leader, Nymphe, nurse, on mountains wandering,

hear the suppliants who with holy rites thy power revere,

and to the herdsman with a favouring mind draw near.”

Orphic Hymn 1 to Hecate

The voice of Hekate comes in different ways. I have heard some people say She whispers in their ears, or She speaks through the symbolism of Tarot, scrying, or other types of divination. Personally, I have found Her to be rather quiet, considering She has so many heads. The messages She gives to me come through my dreams; there are just too many coincidences to NOT take them seriously. I have visited people whilst I slept, watched what they did at night (whether making music, writing, painting, or meditating). I danced a disruptive disco with fiery red dresses and roses into their dreams, without intention. I talked to these people afterward and they confirmed some things to me, so I do not take these experiences lightly. I couldn’t figure out, why was Hekate showing me these things? What do I care if someone creates a cool Kemetic calendar for Bast? Or a cd of guided meditations for Hekate? I mean, it would be nice if they did these things so I could enjoy them, but I wasn’t understanding the ‘benefit’ of the visions.

Hekate X” – artist unknown.

 

It wasn’t until about a month ago, when I received my custom statue of Hekate that I began to see the purpose. Hekate knows my voice is my instrument and charged me with changing my practice. So I thought long and hard; my practice of the past 2 years have been completely centered around Hekate Brimo and Chthonia, the serpent Goddess of the Underworld, in the darkest places on Earth. The fresh skin under the shedding was glistening and shiny, like a rainbow. But I didn’t know what was next, now that I had transformed.

I had become fearless in the pursuits of my magick: cast my first real curse which brought more satisfaction to me than anything I could have expected, began seriously studying Thelemic and Satanic philosophies, and worked with the energies of Babalon. When I started studying the occult as a teenager, the first thing I went to was curses; no love spells or quick money fixes for me! This speaks volumes about the kind of curious mind I have, if I allow my inner wild woman free reign. It’s like drugs… everyone says that cigarettes, marijuana and alcohol are the ‘gateway drugs’: I went straight to LSD at 14. Going for the jugular in the situation is usually the balls-out way to go; but the more I read, the more I realized that when you play with fire you get burned. So I quickly turned my magickal curriculum toward other pursuits such as herbs, divination, healing and meditation. I was not ready for the big guns… but here I am, 20 years later, with more experience under my robe and an academically trained mind to decipher the bullshit from real thing.

Hekate Enodia (‘of the ways’) resides in the throat chakra, Vishuddha. She is bluish-gray, like an early morning storm, with three faces looking out in all directions. Her roads of communication are lit by the light of Lucifera… divinely inspired and made manifest with repetition. You see, people don’t understand the nature of ritual: it is a set of actions usually performed more than once. By only doing prayer work occasionally, you get occasional results. As Aleister Crowley is known to have instructed: Enflame thyself in prayer and invoke often; and it is true! By keeping these paths of communication open with the flowing of chants, songs, or invocations, the hard road becomes a well-worn path.

My voice is the most powerful tool in my entire arsenal of witchery… I need only say something out loud or type into text and it comes to pass. My gift for invocation and diligence in mantra work is something Hekate is pushing me ever harder to put into practice. I find it brings me visions, messages to other people, and clear focus in my practices; but it also is confusing since Her communication is so cryptic in language. Her visions often require contemplation and research, all part of the path. Her whispers are howls of wind, the shift in Her dress sounds like barking dogs, and the snakes of Her hair writhe with the songs of the spheres. Keeping my mouth shut long enough to listen, I am learning Her ways.

WytchfawnThe Stormy Voice of Silence