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The
Three Way Place
Hecate as originally from
Thrace and Anatolia. Also known as Hecuba, Her name means "influence from
afar". She has been seen sometimes to have three bodies, allowing her to be
all-seeing and all-knowing. She has also been depicted with three heads, those
of a lion, a horse, and a dog. Let us see if we can come to know Her!
Ah - OO - OO - OO !
We must seek Hecate at
dusk for dusk is Her time - all transition times are Her times. It is time to
greet Her! Let us welcome Her.
"Come Hecate,
Beloved of all Grandmothers! Goddess of Transformation. Goddess of all Sacred
Changes!"
Welcome, Mother of all
magical, healing words! Beloved Grandmother! Bringer of life - too short but
never ending."
Hecate is The Three Way
Place, the Crossroads, the Fork in the Road, the Place of Change, Death, and
Rebirth.
She is also our guardian,
our old Mother, Hekat!
Seek Her, Women, at the
Three Way Place, seek Her where the road forks! Seek Her in times of flux, at
times of change, always shifting, always changing, the Y that marks the road!
Call on Hecate when you
wish to lose something of yourself, when you wish to end something: a stage ...
a phase ... a relationship ... an apprenticeship ... a period of mourning ... a
dream that has died ... an attachment... an old idea about yourself... a role
you play, say, say, perhaps that of victim?
Call on Hecate and
prepare for a death, for Hers is a Death dealing place! Plan what it is that
you need to rid yourself of. Search for what it is that keeps you from your
bliss!
As you call on Her, use
your dark wisdom which is Her gift to you and look straight at the Truth.
Prepare to kill whatever stands in the way of your Becoming!
Pause, and reflect and
listen to your deepest voice. Listen ... and She will speak ....
Hecate, the Old Wizened
Crone, She is the Mother of Death and Rebirth. It is She who allows you to age
with dignity!
You must laugh when you
see Her wrinkled old face! She reminds us to live our lives in the here and now!
Smile at Her and find your joy! Laugh! Look at Her and ask yourself what those
wrinkles, what that shriveled skin means, anyway! Are you afraid others will
hate you for your wrinkles? For your sagging breasts? For your aging skin? For
your wirey, graying hair?
Know when you look at Old
Hekt, when you see those wrinkles, and those sagging breasts ....
...they are our marks of
wisdom!
Sing praises to Old Women and Hags!
Glory be to Crones!
Sing praises to Old
Hekt!
***From Virgin, Mother & Crone, by Donna Wilshire
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