“Hail, many-named Mother of the Gods, whose children are fair
Shape the course of my life with luminous Light
And make it laden with good things,
Drive sickness and evil from my limbs.
And when my soul rages about worldly things,
Deliver me purified by your soul-stirring rituals.
Yes, give me your hand I pray
And reveal to me the pathways of divine guidance that I long for,
Then shall I gaze upon that precious Light
Whence I can flee the evil of our dark origin.
Yes, give me your hand I pray,
And when I am weary bring me to the haven of piety with your winds.
Hail, many-named mother of the Gods, whose children are fair
Hail, mighty Hekate of the Threshold
- by Proclus Dianochus, from Hymn VI: To Hekate and Janus
The “light bringer” is Hekate Lucifera; a name given by the Romans when She synchronized with Diana of the Moon. But the brilliance that is She was there long before the Italians adopted Her ways. She radiates more light from Her heart than a multitude of Her torches. She is guiding the way through darkness, illuminating the path from the heart...and is waiting to come into my own. It is a thick and hard place, scarred over with the hurts which come over and over again. Betrayed by lovers, friends, family... at one point or another there has been more waiting just as soon final healing takes place. The scab is torn back open, infection deep within. My heart is green, sick with the poisons of hatred and bitterness. It seems the very moment when I have peace, the rug is pulled out from under me.
It is only recently I started invoking this aspect of Hekate for these 13 days; as Lucifera, Her blinding light can burst through the cracks and split apart the layers. Fear stops me from completing this process. What am I really afraid of? That if allowed, Love will enter me so completely I will no longer experience anger or resentment, as if it were a bad thing? Will compassion comes as easily as empathy? Everyone I ever talk to who preaches about love always make it seem so simple: love is all around, all you need is love, the love you take is equal to the love you make... and all the other cliches I have heard. But maybe they ARE right? Maybe love is so simple that I make it difficult, because everything for me is always a struggle... as a child of Hekate.
I pray for the spinning six-pointed star of anahata, to absorb the tornado of light which Lucifera offers. May it flow like a wind tunnel into the very center of me, blowing the dust and last remains of crumbling debris. The desolate emptiness is only an illusion, a wish to fulfill as it empties of all un-necessary fears and past hurts...purify the halls of my heart bringing clarity to dark corners. Enrapture me in your fiery light, fast and furious in it's love. Dispel with your brilliance that which keeps me from furthering my spiritual process or hinders me to love more courageously. Liberate the chains of the emotional attachments in my heart... fill the space with Lucifera's light of agape and grace.
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