Hecate


 

 

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