Tag Archives: Hekate

Dogs in Mythology & Folklore

Dogs and hounds are sacred and otherworldly in many cultures and prevalent in many myths, particularly those regarding the gods of the wild places. They are guardians of the way between; bounding through the forest on the hunt, they cross through the boundary between the worlds. Artemis Playful Pan gifted the virgin-huntress Artemis seven dogs […]

Ancestor Reverence in New Orleans

While the world held its breath to see what midnight on the Solstice held, I watched the bright constellations in the country sky, listened to the toads and the scuffle and scratching of chickens and turkeys in the yard. In mid-December my man and I moved from my beloved Pacific Northwest to the damp and […]

The Edgy Mead Moon Mood

After a night dreaming of necromancy performed deep in the hearts of garden labyrinths (I have been reading too many grimoires!), I spent a lovely day wandering aimlessly through Virginia Beach and Norfolk with Leo. He was attempting to deliver me to the latest Obama campaign phone bank to open in the area, but we […]

Worshippers to the Front-Lines: Another Pagan on 2012, God-Recruitment, and the Growing Darkness

When you open yourself to the Gods, the Dead, and the Spirits, when you weave magic and develop *ghos-ti- with your Allies, it is only a matter of time before the Darkness weeds its way in. The signs of war were unclear to me until I’d read how others had pieced together these various happenings […]

Henbane and an Open House

In woodland vale and faerie glen, With hornèd brow, and manner keen, Great Cernunnos, beheld I then, With Nymphs and Dryads was he seen. His manner fey, his glance serene, ‘mongst revelers held in his sway, ‘midst shadows which remain unseen, With graceful steps he made his way. “In Woodland Vale and Faerie Glen” by […]

Spirit Moon Nightmares

I admit, he frightens me (almost as much as the insects–especially the enormous slugs and pincher-bugs–that prevented me from cleaning up my ritual mess in the garden last night, out of sheer and absolutely inexplicable terror). He has been laughing at me for a while now; his creepy crazed cackling has served as a challenge. […]

Always on the Edges of Vision

We cannot doubt that barbaric people receive such influences [“invisible beings, far wandering influences, shapes that may have floated from a hermit of the wilderness”] more visibly and obviously, and in all likelihood more easily and fully than we do, for our life in cities, which deafens or kills the passive meditative life, and our […]