Blessed be the dark maiden She who was born of the night goddess trinity reigning over the underworld, the celestial heavens and the deep earth hail unto thee guide of the Elysian fields keeper of the keys of all the universe guardian of the crossroads of fate she who bears the blade that cuts the silver cords of life and death Goddess of ancient wisdom, mistress of magick By the serpent who carried the wisdom of the chthonic earth, I pray by the night mare who runs wild with lunatic prophetic visions, I pray Evohe Hekate, mother of witches My goddess, my queen, my beautiful darkness In thy honour, I burn this sacred flame.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."