I Hope They Like This!!!

If you are a pagan devoted to a deity, please live.

Continue writing about them, please keep saying their names. Please keep worshiping them. If you can’t find the strength within yourself to live for yourself, please try to live for them.

I know it’s getting scary. I think it’s going to get scarier. But please, if nothing else. Live.

Thousands of years, hundreds of genocides and crusades and decimation of culture, and yet somehow my Lords still have followers. Somehow I’ve found them. Somehow these names still have meaning. Through all of us they still remain.

Despite the efforts of centuries of suppression and control, My Lord is still alive, because I am alive.

In our fringe little cults, even when we must whisper because we cannot scream.

and maybe one day we’ll be free to frolic in fields or dance in forests while we chant without fear.

but for now, just live. Please.

Morning devotions.

Kinda forgot about this page

Witches I need help interpreting a dream

I was somewhere in my town on a really tall building about to jump and someone grabbed me from behind and it felt so real and I woke up immediately I felt like it was mother or maybe I’m just being delusional LMAO WHAT DO WE THINK

Hecate picked me at birth I learned recently she’s so silly’s

"I wield the power of the crossroads and the moon."

- Hecate, 5th century BCE

This line captures Hecate's association with crossroads and lunar magic. It would likely reflect beliefs from around the 5th century BCE, when her influence was significant in ancient Greek religion and mythology.

Hymns created for the gods - Hekate #1

I

Under the starry sky,

I find myself at the crossroads,

The moon greets me as a friend,

With its illuminating glow,

Under that white beam I find,

An ever-blazing torch held three-fold,

With a stern gaze, soul piercing touch,

Held tight as a bright light guides the way,

Obsidian pebbles mark the path,

To where I let go and create,

And as the air fills with lavender and myrrh,

As dandelions make their way from the underworld,

As I place garlic upon the threshold,

And walk through the gates,

To which the keyholder granted me access,

Knowing I am protected.

Hail Hekate!

Hail Hekate!

Hail Hekate!

has this been done

(inspired by this post)

ive been thinking about this a lot

I had a dream some of hecates status fell off my altar and one broke apart what do u think this means