Hekate: A Devotional

Sep 20th, 2014 | By | Category: Hekate - a Devotional, Work in Progress

By Vivienne Moss

 

 

Introduction

 

Into the Storm

 

Hekate: Have I not reason, beldams as you are,

Saucy and overbold? How did you dare

To trade and traffic with Macbeth

In riddles and affairs of death;

And, I, the mistress of your charms,

The close contriver of all harms,

Was never called to bear my part

Or show the glory of our art?

~from William Shakespeare’s Macbeth~

 

As the storm looms on the horizon, I stand safely on my porch awaiting its arrival. There is an ominous feel to this storm and I shudder with thoughts of its destructive force. With a hushed breath I pray… “Hekate, Lady of Storms, I beseech You, keep my home safe from harm. Guide this wayward storm away from my loved ones. Hekate, My Queen, the One I adore, as Your storm approaches I bow my head to You in reverence and trust that You will keep us safe…”

She heard my prayers that night and has answered many more. Of the Gods I honor, it is Hekate, Queen of Witches, whom I call upon most.  She is the perfect companion for my magical workings, bringing a certain flare and charm that other Gods lack. It is Her that I turn to for the protection of my home. Hekate has been worshipped as a house-hold Goddess since antiquity. As a Cottage Witch I find working with Hekate to be very rewarding. The relationship we share has been enchanting and life-changing. It is not always easy to honor the Night Queen. She loves to throw challenges my way, trying to trip me. I can feel Her laughing at me at times, shaking Her head in amusement. At times a struggle, the challenges She sets for me have helped me to become a better magical practitioner.

A Cottage or Hedge Witch is one who lives on the borders of this world and the Other. When she rides the hedge she often meets Spirits, both benign and malignant. Having Hekate as guide and companion is a wise choice to make. As the Crossroads Queen it is She who opens the Gates and raises the Veil for us to travel to the Shadow-Lands.

It is as the Witch Mother and Lady of Crossroads that I work with Hekate the most. She is a psychopomp, guide of souls. Hekate is Anassa Enveri, Queen of the Dead, Pale Mother, Lady of Bones, and Queen of Ghosts and Shadows. As Phileremos, Lover of Solitude, She haunts the cemeteries and deserted crossroads, awaiting the lost souls to guide them home. I call on Hekate when working with my Ancestors, for She is the Opener of the Gate.  Witches all over the world have called on Hekate for Necromantic workings.

This book is part devotional part grimoire. Throughout these pages I will share my thoughts and feelings on Hekate, Queen of Witches. I know others will view Hekate differently. Some see Her as Soteria, the Savior and World Soul. I have a more organic take on Hekate. She is Hekate Chtothia (of the Earth), Nykteria (night-wandering), Antaia (sender of nocturnal visions), and Nerteron Prytanin (Mistress of the Dead). She is my Dark Muse, bringer of inspiration. This is not an academic tome, nor one that is set in historic tradition. This is a modern view of Hekate as seen through the eyes of a solitary witch. At the end of this book I will include a small snippet of Hekate’s history along with correspondences and some of Her many epithets.

 

May Kalliste Hekate bless this work…

 

Chapter One

In the House of Hekate

 

Hekate,

You are the allure of Autumn and the madness of Winter.

You are the smell of damp earth after the passing of storms.

You are the Ravens flight and the Owls call.

You are the soft glow of Sunset and the hoary light of the Moon.

You are the crisp breath of a Midwinter morn and the soft sigh of Spring’s awakening.

You are the silence of Death and the enchantment of Life.

Hekate, My Queen, You are…..

 

~Vivienne Moss~

 

She Whispers In My Dreams

I first heard Her in the realm of my dreams. She was softly calling to me, beckoning me to follow. I silently shadowed Her, unsure of where we were headed. I heard birdsong in the distance and the crashing of waves. She led me to a seashore where we stopped by the entrance of a secluded cave. As I stepped into the cave a soft glow of welcoming light enveloped me. There were ancient markings on the stone walls, symbols both arcane and unfamiliar. On the floor of the cave was a small altar decorated with skulls, feathers and all manners of found baubles. Fruit, honey, and wine were laid out pleasingly, ready for this shrouded figure to consume. I looked deeply into Her primeval eyes, knowing instantly who She was. Hekate, Queen of Witches. She had claimed me as Her own. I awaken from my slumber, embracing my new self. Hekate, I whisper, I am Yours….

Many times I have traveled to Hekate’s cave in Spirit Flight. She is always shrouded, Her features hidden. Only the depths of Her eyes can be seen. They go on for eternity, full of knowledge, and sometimes, sadness. She has seen all; the beginning of Earth and the slow destruction of these sacred lands. Hekate is one of the first of many Gods to inhabit this world. She is as ancient as the Starry Heavens. Her reach is far. She dwells on the borders of this world and the Shadow-Lands, Her cave safely hidden at an ancient crossroads. So ancient that no memory of it survives. You can only find it during Spirit-Flight, or Hedge-Riding, much like the Witch’s Mountain or Benevento.

She visits my Dream-world often, leaving hints of Her esoteric knowledge in Her wake. As I ride the currents of eternity to Her hidden cave, I feel the rush of Death pass me by. The once hidden Shadow-Lands materialize, figures emerging, both uncanny and obscene.  Feeling the tug of forgetfulness, I steady my senses, bracing for the Night Queen to arrive…

And arrive She does. With each visit to Her Cave of Dreams, I grow closer to the Pale Mother—She Who is Born of Stars. For it is the Star-Dust of Dreams that gather at the tides of the Seasons, bringing the Spirits of the Shadow-Lands closer to our waking world.

 

Hekate—I Dream with You tonight

May I elude the Spirit of Forgetfulness…

 

The Hearth of Remembrance

The Shadow-Lands, or Other Worlds as they are more often called, are just beyond our earthy realm. Spirits dwell there. Some were once human, our ancestors, but many are Spirits who have never had a human form. They have been here from the beginning, much like our Gods. Hekate, a psychopomp, is an intermediary between the living and the dead, the Spirits and man-kind. She protects the home from wayward spirits and ghosts, and guides lost souls back to their Underworld home. Much of my work with Hekate includes my Ancestors and the Mighty Dead. Having a shrine dedicated to them is a main focal point in my home. It cannot be missed. When you walk into my home you can sense the uncanny, yet welcoming, feel of enchantment. Oddments of witchcraft can be found throughout my home.  A feather here, a solitary stone there, an old and weathered bone tucked neatly beside a candle. The hearth houses my ancestor shrine, candles are lit daily, fresh water offered at first light. Prayers of gratitude and reverence are whispered on hallowed breath. Trinkets of loved ones are placed lovingly on the shrine. Pictures, a pipe, a shell casing from my brother’s funeral and a rose for my grandmother are but a few of the items to be found on the shrine. I can often be found reading next to the hearth, feeling comforted by the presence of my loved ones who have passed beyond the veil. This is the heart of my home. With the help of Hekate, magic is woven through the fibers of my household, enchantment and mystery live within these walls. The voices of my Ancestors are heard within my dreams.

 

Hekate, Lady of the Home,

As I wake in the morning I feel blessed knowing You are here.

Your essence and magic can be found in the laughter of my children

Who sleep safely under Your roof. It is You who watches over us

As we sleep, sending away unruly Spirits who may cause us harm.

Hekate, Queen of the Dead,

As I lay down to sleep I thank you for bringing me closer to my Ancestors.

I know they are safe in the Realm of the Dead

Under Your loving embrace. As the candles are spent,

Your Torches burn, guiding them home…

 

She Who Guards the Threshold

On the threshold of my home hangs a solitary skeleton key. This is Hekate’s Key, She who Opens the Gate. With the presence of this Key only those who mean no harm may enter. It has been charged with protective charms and Blessed on the Altar of Hekate.  Hekate is very protective of those who show Her devotion. One of Her earliest manifestations is as a Household Goddess. She was called upon to protect the home and those living within. She was invoked to protect loved ones while traveling. Small shrines were erected in Her honor outside the homes entrance. Every Full Moon I recharge Hekate’s Key for the protection of my home as well as my loved ones. It has not failed me nor do I predict it ever will. Her Key is a very potent tool in that it helps to avert evil from entering my home. And believe me, there is evil out there. Not only in Spirit form but humans can be one of the vilest of entities.  I am a mother of two daughters.  There are those out there who can and will, if given a chance, harm them. I will do anything to stop that from happening. Knowing Hekate is there to help protect them eases my mind.

Hekate can be a fearsome Goddess. She is Brimo, The Terrifying One, causing strife to those who cross Her. She is Deinos, The Dread Goddess, Bringer of Death and Destruction. Her Hell Hounds are known to prowl the night, hunting malevolent Spirits and people. She is not one to take lightly, She will strike you down, leaving your rotting carcass for Her Hounds.

 

Beware Deinos—The Dread Goddess from the Worlds Below

She who is Brimo of the Crackling Flame

Hekate of the Night She is called,

She who leaves Death and Destruction in Her wake…

 

Hekate Brimo, I beseech thee, lay waste to those of evil nature

Bring them to their knees, destroy them all!

Hekate Deinos, I implore thee, strike fear in the hearts of evil-doers

Shred them to pieces, feed them to Your Hounds!

 

Beware Deinos, The Dread Goddess of the Worlds Below

She who is Brimo of the Crackling Flame

Hekate of the Night She is called,

She who leaves Death and Destruction in Her wake…

 

At the Altar of Hekate I Stand

Once more I stand at the entrance to Hekate’s Cave. The scent of incense floats softly on the ocean breeze. The sound of the crashing surf fills my head with whispers of magic. I feel Her presence within and silently step across the threshold of Her seaside home. I find Her kneeling at Her altar, chants rising from Her lips. She sips some wine, relishing its exquisite flavor. She turns to me and smiles, a hint of mischief in Her eyes. She has plans for me, I feel. Am I ready? Can I rise to the challenge? I smile back at Her, the same mischief in my eyes. I’ll give it one Hell of a try…

My ever-changing altar reflects the Seasons and sometimes my moods. Always present is Hekate, for it is Her altar. Here I pray and make offerings to my Queen. The lighting of Her candles and incense a sacred event. My morning and nightly devotionals are done here. They change from day to day. I speak from the heart when addressing Her at these moments. The events of the day reflect the sacred words I express to Hekate. Some are pleads of mercy for the wrong doing of innocents, others are prayers of gratitude for the Blessings She bestows on my family.

When weather or time does not permit me to leave offerings for Hekate at a crossroad, I make use of my outdoor altar. It sits low to the ground like most altars for Chthonic Deities. Here I carve a crossroads into the ground, placing my offering near it. Leaving it overnight, I then bury the offering the next day.

The erecting of altars is a sacred and hallowed act. It is a gift to the Gods, one that you put your heart and soul into constructing. The objects that we place on them hold special meaning to both us and our Gods. The making of charms are done here. Prayers are raised to the Starry Heavens. We cry, pouring our hearts out to the Spirits and Ancestors. Reading of runes and scrying for remnants of the past and snippets of the future are done at this Sacred space. Enchanted Waters and potions of healing are left on altars for the Gods to Bless. All manners of witchery are done here making this piece of sacred future one of the most magical spaces of the home.

 

Hekate, My Queen

At Your altar I stand

Offering You prayers and admiration

 

Hekate, Queen of Witchery

These charms and enchantments are Yours to Bless

May the Spirit of Magic be present in their making

 

Hekate, Dark Muse

May I continue to be inspired

By the mystery that is You…

 

My home has been filled with the enchantment that only Hekate can bring. She inspires me to be myself. To follow my dreams and fly on the wings magic. I adore both the light and dark aspects of Her, for I am much the same.  I can feel Her, even in this mundane world. She is just a breath away, waiting for us to awaken from the Slumber of Forgetfulness.

Hekate… Awaken my mind so I may Dream…

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8 Comments to “Hekate: A Devotional”

  1. Hi Vivienne, I’ve enjoyed reading these opening sections of your devotional to Hekate. I notice that you use the term ‘Shadow-lands’ for the otherworld(s). I’m just wondering where you first discovered this term – was it from Greek texts or through Hekate herself?

    My curiosity stems from words spoken to my by Gwyn ap Nudd (who plays a very similar role in my path to Hekate in yours)- he told me ‘these shadowlands need enchantment.’ I think to him as a ruler of Annwn it may be this world that is the shadowland, but at the same time he also inspires me to speak the enchantments of his world…

    So yes, shadowlands, please divulge!

    • Vivienne Moss says:

      Hi,Lorna

      I’m thrilled you are enjoying my devotional so far. The term Shadow-lands comes from the Underworld/Otherworld Hekate Herself along with the spirits/Faery beings that dwell there.

      You are correct in the fact that at times the world we live in is the Shadow-lands. I find the worlds colliding at times, taking on characteristics of one another.

  2. Kay Bellah-Massey says:

    Hi there Vivienne!
    To say I enjoyed this first chapter is indeed an understatement! Your Closeness, Respect and Faith in Your Lady Hekate is very Spiritual. Very!
    I love this first chap, but will wait for the entire book to be published, it will be a read I can’t put down….

    Thanks for this chance to see the real Vivienne, your thoughts, your sharing and inspiration, and seeing and feeling your altars and deep devotions.
    In Respect and gracious joy…Kay

    • Vivienne Moss says:

      Thank you, Kay. You have been a huge supporter of mine from the beginning. I hope that one day soon you will be able to read this devotional its entirety.

      Many Blessings…

      Vivienne

  3. Kathryn Pynch says:

    Interested in this in a very big way. The working is beautiful. I’ve made it a tile on my phone in fact.

    I’m wondering if you know which speaking of Hec/kate is older.

    • Vivenne Moss says:

      Hi, Kathryn

      It is my understanding that Hekate is the older Greek way to spell Her name and Hecate is the Roman way. Hope this helps.

      Thanks for reading my work in progress.

      Viv Moss

  4. Zia Soleil says:

    Hecate claimed me as Her own in 1978. I have known that She is with me but coming upon this book today makes me realize that I must re dedicate myself to Her. Thank you.

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