Hekate Angelos – Messenger, Liminal Mediator

Remains of a statue of Hekate excavated from the site of the Temple of Demeter Malophoros in Selinunte, Sicily dated to approx 4th century BCE

“Angelos” is a title / epithet meaning “messenger”, or “angel”. The concepts of divine angels are mostly known due to being referenced throughout numerous Abrahamic bible passages and psalms, and within those biblical texts angels were sent from God to either deliver messages, or to act as an intermediary with assisting one or more persons.

One of Hekate’s known epithets is “Angelos”, an ancient title shared with Artemis. In Siracusa/Syracuse, a major ancient Greek colony on the southeast coast of Sicily, stood a temple dedicated to Artemis and Apollo that was center of cult worship for Artemis Angelos. In Greek mythology, Angelos was the daughter of Zeus and Hera who eventually became a chthonic goddess. Writer Sophron explains:

“Angelos was raised by nymphs to whose care her father had entrusted her. One day she stole her mother Hera’s anointments and gave them away to Europe. To escape Hera’s wrath, she had to hide first in the house of a woman in labor, and next among people who were carrying a dead man. Hera eventually ceased from prosecuting her, and Zeus ordered the Cabeiroi to cleanse Angelos. They performed the purification rite in the waters of the Acherusia Lake in the Underworld. Consequently, she received the world of the dead as her realm of influence, and was assigned an epithet katachthonia (“she of the underworld”)

Hekate as “Angelos”

Hekate’s own role as “Angelos” can be found in the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, which details the abduction of Persephone by Hades and Persephone’s return to Earth. First, we learn about Hekate bearing a message to Demeter after Persephone was abducted, which results in Hekate and Demeter visiting Helios to negotiate a search for Persephone. Later in the hymn, we learn of Hekate being assigned the role of guiding Persephone on her trips between the realms of the Earth and Underworld. Hekate is known as a liminal goddess, traversing the boundaries between realms and the title “Angelos” as messenger / mediator fits within Hekate’s role as “Propylaia” (guardian of thresholds) and “Propolos” (companion and guide).

The Flower of Fire

In the Chaldean Oracles, Hekate is described as the “Cosmic World Soul” that acts as an intermediary or messenger / transmitter between the “paternal intellect” (ideas), and the power in Hekate’s “cosmic womb” that in turn enlivened those ideas and transmitted them, thus ensouling the material / physical world. This concept is discussed in great detail in the book (her published dissertation) “Hekate Soteira” by scholar Sarah Iles Johnston and I highly recommend reading it (if you haven’t already).

Fragment 34 of the Chaldaean Oracles states:

“From here springs forth the genesis of varied matter;

From here the sweeping lightning obscures its flower of fire

As it leaps into the hollows of the Cosmoi; for from here all things

Begin to stretch forth towards that place beneath the wondrous rays.”

The Sanctuary of Demeter Malophoros

Selinunte in Sicily was a major Greek colony and is the location of the great Sanctuary of Demeter Malophoros. The title “Malophoros” means “fruit bearer”, and in this temple the Eleusinian Rites were re-enacted. Various votive remains have been excavated from this site depicting Hekate, Demeter, and Persephone, and the temple area has been turned into a protected archaeological park that also contains temples to other gods, including Hera and Athena. Many of the sanctuary remains are housed in a museum in Palermo, Sicily.

One excavated archaeological artifact is the base of a statue with a votive inscription to Hekate engraved on it:

A statue base with a votive inscription dedicated to Hekate, on display at Antonino Salinas Regional Archaeological Museum, Palermo, Sicily. Dated approx 450 BCE

The inscription on the statue base pictured above reads:

“Alexias son of Xenon made [this] dedication
to the Angelos (Messenger) and to Hekate”

This statue base is dated to about 450 BCE and is on display at Antonino Salinas Regional Archaeological Museum in Palermo, Sicily. This statue base is believed to have been a part of the Propylon of Hekate at the Sanctuary of Demeter Malophoros. Propylons are “gateways” to temples, and are linked to Hekate’s role as “Propylaia” – “Guardian of Thresholds / Entryways”.

Angelike Orchēsis

The Angelike Orchēsis were celebratory dances performed by the ancient Greeks as part of important rituals, and Angelike Orchēsis translates to “messenger’s dance”. Many dancing rituals took place during the Eleusinian rites and they all had a different purpose. The Angelike Orchēsis, according to Greek writer Athenaeus of Naucratis (who lived sometime during the 2nd-3rd century CE), were Ionic dances that told the story of Hekate delivering a message to Demeter regarding the abduction of her daughter, Persephone.

Votive relief found at Eleusis depicting a dance scene, dated to about 4th c. BCE / National Archaeological Museum of Athens

Hesiod’s “Theogony”

The references to Hekate in Hesiod’s “Theogony” (written around 700 BCE) are believed to be the oldest literary source for Her. In addition to describing Hekate’s origins and honors given to Her by Zeus, Hesiod describes how Hekate mediates prayer and decides if the prayers should be answered favorably:

“For to this day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich sacrifices and prays for favour according to custom, he calls upon Hecate. Great honour comes full easily to him whose prayers the goddess receives favourably, and she bestows wealth upon him; for the power surely is with her.”

Hesiod then goes on to describe how Hekate also mediates and bestows Her will over participants in games, horsemen, and fishermen:

“Good is she also when men contend at the games, for there too the goddess is with them and profits them: and he who by might and strength gets the victory wins the rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents. And she is good to stand by horsemen, whom she will: and to those whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea, and who pray to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, easily the glorious goddess gives great catch, and easily she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will.”


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Hekate Propolos: Companion and Guide to the Mysteries of Life

Vischer Ferry Nature Preserve, Clifton Park NY / © Melissa M.

One of Hekate’s most well-know epithets is “Propolos”, which means “companion” or “guide”. I began actively honoring Hekate about 15 years ago, though She made an entrance in my life many years before that, however I was not fully aware of it at that time. Fast forward to the Spring of 2010, when I sought out Sorita d’Este on social media after reading her book on Artemis and discovered a project she was working on that was dedicated to Hekate – “Her Sacred Fires” anthology due to be published, with a global “Rite of Her Sacred Fires” being planned for the May Full Moon to coincide with the book’s release. I took an interest in that, and I can say that my life has never been the same since.

I learned a lot about myself while I explored a relationship with Hekate, and incorporated daily devotionals to Her in my day to day life. To say it was transformative is an understatement. I read everything I could get my hands on about Hekate – modern books by modern authors, ancient texts, the PGM, scholarly papers and books written by some of those scholars, poetry, classical texts by Hesiod and others from that time, and connecting with other devotees of Hekate from all sorts of backgrounds through my (past) involvement with the Covenant of Hekate, which I applied to be a member after the first RoHSF in 2010. Learning about the “historical” Hekate, and ancient practices and researching known sites of cults/worship was an integral part of this process for me. I was like a sponge, soaking up every bit of information I could and learning as much as possible about historical and modern practices.

Aside from that, She was ever-present in my life and She always will be. There were times when She “went dark”, and was largely silent and there were gaps in devotionals. But I know Her presence and guiding force is always with me, and I carry that knowledge every day. Hekate’s torches burn bright no matter what, just waiting for that moment where Her devotee borrows it to rekindle that spark and illuminate their path. Everything I do, everything I say – has intent, and She is there.

In classical literature, Hekate was Persephone’s companion and guide as she traveled between the realms of the living and dead to be with Demeter part of the year, and with Hades in the Underworld for the other part of the year. The Homeric Hymn to Demeter tells this story, and the presence of Hekate at major sanctuaries to Demeter and Persephone is documented with archaeological evidence.

Today, as I write this, I am undertaking some transformative projects for myself. I am returning to college after many (many) years of putting that on the back-burner to care for my family. I am going to finish my degree; I am determined to see this through. What will come of that once I finish – I don’t know. But I will do it. The other project is in the very, very early stages of planning, and it involves the eventual building of community. Strangely, there are no goddess-centered devotional temples in my area despite the widespread Pagan community in New York. I want to change that. I want to create a space where the sacred, divine feminine is honored in all of Her forms and names, with Hekate as Propolos. I expect the beginnings of this will involve meeting in a dedicated public space that will have to be reserved as needed. My ultimate dream is to have a permanent space of our own for this, and hopefully this will be manifest one day. The seeds have been planted, and I will make this a reality one day in the near future, however long it takes.



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When Dreams and Wishes are Made Real

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I am 48 years old, and I am going back to college! I had my first child when I was just 18 – a baby myself. My life was interrupted, I had just started college and everything changed with one decision. And then another. I continued college through my pregnancy, took the summer off since my son was born in June, and went right back to it for the fall semester. I had to go to night school due to child care options being severely limited. But I did it, and continued on full time at night for 2 more semesters. I then moved several states away with my son, since my husband (baby’s father) was in the military and stationed down south. I continued with college part time after settling in, but only took a few classes. But I continued.

Fast forward to today…. that was 1996. A lot has happened during the last 30 years. We had some more kids, my husband’s many health crises which are still ongoing, and my need to be “me”. For so many years, I gave all of myself to everyone else without much leftover for me. I was drained – emptying my bucket for others and not bothering to refill it as often as I needed to. Helping my husband through some of his darkest days depleted me, and I am left with a lot of emotional scarring of my own that I am not sure will ever heal. (when I am ready, that will be probably a series of blog posts because it’s a lot to dive in to and process and I am not sure if I am ready to put it all out there yet).

Our youngest is now 18, and I made a promise to myself that when he started high school I would finish college. I never got that opportunity because my husband’s health deteriorated to a point where he needed near-constant care. But here I am today, getting ready to go back. I just submitted my FAFSA and state financial aid applications, and have my online student portal access at the local college I will be attending to get back to my Accounting studies so I can finally earn my degree.

So much has changed since I last went to school. I am both terrified and excited. Terrified because I am taking a huge step out of my comfort zone. Excited because I am finally making sure that I am keeping that promise I made to myself.

This process is also me getting my “ducks in a row” for my future, because honestly I don’t know how the next couple of years will go. I need to finally make myself a priority, and make sure I will be able to be what I need for me, and my children that are still making their way through this world while in college themselves.

Sometimes I want to be the “old me” again – the pre-pregnant teenager, carefree, with hopes and dreams of a young person with the world at their feet. Then I realize that “old me” no longer exists because of everything I have been through over the last 30 years. I am older, wiser, tougher, heart-hardened by life’s challenges, cynical, trauma-affected, and I have children that I love with every fiber of my being. I am sure I can find bits of that “old me” somewhere. I am starting over, in a way, with new-and-same hopes and dreams. My husband and I are still married, and his health struggles have been up and down and we are facing an inevitable diagnosis that will forever change him and one day he won’t know who we are. His challenges have surely been draining mentally for me, and I have learned a lot about myself through all of this.

So here I am, planning for the future. My excitement at rediscovering myself is tempered with the knowledge that I will be doing a lot of this on my own, and it makes me sad. But I will continue to push forward for me, and hopefully build something that the “old me” would be proud of.

Never give up on yourself.

Hekate and the Solar Eclipse

Photo by Steve Grundy, Flickr

On Monday April 8, 2024, a total solar eclipse will occur, and will pass over North America (visit this website to see if you are in the path of totality, and what times of the day to expect the eclipse to occur). I am in upstate New York, and parts of the Adirondack region will be in 100% totality, while my specific location will be about 90%. We also experienced a rare earthquake yesterday, with the 4.8 magnitude quake centered near Lebanon, New Jersey and the effects were felt far and wide across parts of the northeast. My house shook, with the floor rumbling and walls shaking. It felt like a train was next to my house, and it was an interesting way to kick off this exceptional weekend.

Eclipses, whether lunar or solar, are liminal and transitional experiences. Hekate is a liminal goddess of thresholds and boundaries, of transition and change. As Propylaia, She is guardian of these thresholds whether actual or metaphorical. With Her torches, Hekate stands at the crossroads waiting. And ready to light the way.

About Solar Eclipses

A total solar eclipse occurs when the moon passes between the earth and sun, fully obscuring the sun and creating what many call a “ring of fire” around the moon. Solar eclipses always happen on the New Moon. It is truly a sight to behold, and many people are flocking to areas of full totality to experience this sometimes once in a lifetime phenomenon. Here in upstate New York, tourism for this event kicked into full gear a couple of years ago, with hotels and other rentals being booked out months ago. State campgrounds are at full capacity for tent space, and they opened reservations for this event long before they normally open for the spring/summer camping season.

If you plan to view the eclipse, proper eyewear is a must. Wear only designated solar eclipse glasses, and do not wear them while driving a vehicle and make sure you are in a safe place, because they block out all other light. For more information about solar eclipses and this one in particular, visit NASA’s dedicated web page for this event.

At the Threshold

The New Moon is traditionally the time for new beginnings – whether it is a new life path, or a spiritual awakening or initiation (or both). During a solar eclipse, the Moon obscures the Sun, aligning feminine and masculine energies creating that “ring of fire”. The Moon becomes a portal or gate of sorts for stepping over that threshold and into the fire, so to speak.

Hekate, as gatekeeper and guardian of thresholds, is waiting. The moments during an eclipse when obscuration is beginning are so very liminal in nature, and becoming ever more so as the Moon and Sun comes closer to totality. I usually spend eclipse days in quiet spiritual contemplation and meditation, with candles lit, offerings made, and occasional incense burning. No magic or spells are performed during eclipse times – just being in the moment is preferable. Maybe some journaling is done as well to record my feelings and experience during this time.

During totality, the sky goes full dark if you are in the 100% totality path. Other areas will experience a darkened sky for some moments, but not full dark. Either way – these are powerful, transformational moments that can connect us to the liminal aspects of Hekate on the New Moon Solar Eclipse.

The New Moon is an ideal time for release; letting go of what no longer serves us and starting anew. Solar Eclipses make this even more powerful and transformational. Stepping over that threshold into the fire and purifying ourselves, being renewed like a Phoenix rising from the ashes can be a very profound, life changing experience. Hekate, as companion and guide to the mysteries of life, death, and rebirth, will be there along the way. Her torches burning bright, guiding you towards what is waiting for you. Change is not always easy, and the prospect can be frightening to some because what is coming is unknown. Sometimes we have to trust ourselves, and what is meant to be even if what awaits is obscured. Throwing our feet into the fire and finding the courage to take those steps is often the most difficult part. Crossing that threshold does not have to be done alone, and what is waiting on the other side can be incredibly rewarding as Hekate leads the way during this transitional time.

As devotees of Hekate, we always honor Her throughout the lunar cycle at appropriate sacred times. During eclipses, we can behold Her power as the Cosmic World Soul as we marvel in these ancient and sacred energies.

I will close this out with an excerpt from the Chaldaean Oracles, Fragments 146, 147, and 148, as revealed by Hekate:

Having spoken these things, you will behold a fire leaping skittishly like a child over the aery waves;

or a fire without form, from which a voice emerges;

or a rich light, whirring around the field in a spiral.

But that you will see a horse flashing more brightly than light,

or a child mounted on the swift back of a horse,

a fiery child or a child covered with gold, or yet again a naked child;

or even a child shooting arrows, standing upon a horse’s back.

If you say this to me many times, you will observe all things growing dark,

For the curved bulk of the heavens disappears and the stars do not shine; the light of the Moon is hidden and the Earth does not stand steady. All things are revealed in lightning.

But when you see the sacred fire without form,

Shining skittishly throughout the depths of the Cosmos,

Listen to the voice of the fire.


© Melissa McNair / The Torch and Key

Turning Towards the Dark

Photo © Melissa M. / The Torch and Key

The wheel is always turning, and in the Northern Hemisphere we find ourselves turning ever more towards the dark part of the year. The first harvest has passed, the days are slowly getting shorter with slightly later sunrises and slightly earlier sunsets, and I am now starting to notice leaves are already slowly changing (which is a little earlier than usual).

I recently visited a local orchard with my daughter to pick some fresh blackberries. The orchard / farm is enormous at almost 100 acres in size – with endless apple trees of every variety as far as the eye can see, and berry patches and brambles mixed in here and there. Soon pumpkins will be available for picking, and the corn maze will be set up for some autumn fun. The farm is so big, they have farm trolleys taking visitors to various parts of the farm to pick what they need. We hopped off our trolley, and I was soon lost in the task of picking blackberries. It was just my daughter and I with no other visitors, so we split up and I went down one row and she another.

The blackberry brambles were tall – at least a few feet taller than me and the rows were narrow, so I felt closed in and alone, and this solitude was a comforting feeling. I was so glad that there were no other visitors while we were there. I took this quiet time to still my mind while I picked, and this was something I sorely needed as my personal life is quite busy at the moment. Between caring for my husband and managing his medical care, preparing for a cousin’s wedding (happening in 2 days!), and helping my daughters complete last minute tasks before heading back to college, I am stretched pretty thin and “me time” is almost nonexistent.

Being able to go inward while picking berries allowed me to center and ground myself in a way that I haven’t been able to do in a while. It was just me, the blackberries, and the land. The time between Lammas and the Autumn Equinox is all about letting go, just as Demeter and Persephone are preparing for her descent at the Equinox. I took this time to think about how I wanted to move forward. These last few years have been challenging personally due to my husband’s deteriorating health and me finding myself caring for him and managing his extensive medical care. Now that we are in a sort of predictable – but busy – pattern, I am better able to manage my time and devote more to what I want to do for myself, rather than always putting everyone else first and taking bits of time here and there for myself when there was some to spare.

I made a promise to myself to make time for me, and to nurture and cultivate what will help me grow beyond who I am now. I will do just that, though how much time it will take is anyone’s guess. The phrase “know thyself” is something that I am always hearing in my brain, and that is one of my current tasks that I am making a priority.

I have been a devotee of Hekate for many years, and lately I have been feeling this primal urge to blaze a path for myself that I never would have dared to undertake before. I will always, always be there for my family. They are everything to me – that will never change. I feel I can better serve them if I am finally able to be true to myself, which I am trying to do. Transformation and change is never easy, and Hekate has been a guiding force in my life for many years – especially during times of vast change. Telling me to remember who I am.

The late summer / Autumn months are a time when we turn towards the dark. Turn inwards and nurture those seeds that have been planted, and allow them to germinate and grow in the fecundity of our soul. Persephone returns to the realm of the dead in September, tending to the departed souls who are preparing for their transition to a new life. This is a cycle that repeats itself, literally and metaphorically. With nature, and with our inner selves. We are also Persephone; preparing ourselves for what may come next as we cocoon ourselves and tend to our needs. Be still, and listen.

The photo at the top of the page was taken at the local apple orchard mentioned in the beginning of this post. As my daughter and I were walking back to the main part of the farm (we decided to skip the trolley ride back), we passed by a field of wildflowers with rows of colorful blooms. I spotted this bee buzzing from flower to flower, enjoying the nectar they provided. The sighting of this sacred bee was no coincidence, and a fitting end to our visit to the orchard. Bees are sacred, and in ancient Greece the Melissae was a title given to priestesses of Aphrodite, Demeter, and Artemis. Bees were often associated with Persephone and the Underworld. My birth name is Melissa, and my mother told me that she had a different name picked out for me before I was born, but Melissa is what I was named instead for reasons unknown to her. I now understand what forces were at play that early September morning, because I have always had a strong connection to bees and my spiritual practice and interests center around these goddesses in addition to Hekate. But that story, I think, would be suitable for another post.


© Melissa McNair / The Torch and Key

Hekate Enodia – At the Crossroads

image by Vicco Gallo

Hecate whose name is howled by night at the city crossroads

“Aeneid”, Virgil

O Lord Helios and Sacred Fire

The spear of Hekate of the Crossroads

Which she bears as as she travels Olympus

And dwells in the triple ways of the holy land

She who is crowned with oak leaves

And the coils of wild serpents

fragment from “The Root Cutters”, Sophocles

Enodia means “of the ways” or “of the crossroads”, and it is one of the most familiar epithets belonging to Hekate. Hekate is a liminal goddess, traversing the realms of the universe and guarding the boundaries that separate these realms as well as boundaries that are nature, human, and spirit made.

The crossroads are both literal and metaphorical places. Actual crossroads are liminal places where two or three roads converge, and it is where Deipnon offerings are traditionally left on the night of the Dark Moon. The “restless dead” are said to inhabit the crossroads; they are the souls of the dead who had difficulties crossing over after they passed from the world. Hekate, as pyschopomp, assists in guiding these souls and the Deipnon offerings are meant for them.

Metaphorical crossroads are where one finds themselves when experiencing a major life change, or where one is facing a very difficult decision and the way forward isn’t always clear. Hekate is called upon as a companion on this path, offering Her assistance to help guide one forward towards the unknown.

I would like to share a story from years ago when I was a teenager, on a night out with my friends on a very auspicious date. Looking back, I believe this was the night Hekate claimed me as Hers, though I didn’t realize it at that time.

The Search

It was November 13, 1992. Friday the 13th. I was 16 years old. I got together with a small group of friends from work and we set out on a quest to find “Mary’s Grave” – a legend in our neck of the woods on Long Island. The site we were seeking was in Stony Brook, and it was said to be the location where Mary was murdered for being a witch (another version had her being murdered because she killed her father). We didn’t really have much to go on location-wise; it was a time before the internet and GPS existed and we relied on word of mouth from other people and had directions that were written down on a piece of paper.

I was the last to be picked up. The friend who was driving was a couple of years older than me, and she was a seer who could speak to the dead. Everyone at work knew about it and I found it to be fascinating. When I got in the car, “Crazy Train” from Ozzy Osbourne had just begun playing on the radio and it seemed to set the mood for the evening: exciting, a little scary – a journey into the unknown, full of possibilities. Every time I hear that song, it brings me back to that night.

We made our way to the area of Stony Brook, and found the spot where we were instructed to park. We parked the car, and set out on foot into the night. It was a little spooky – we were at the end of a narrow road, surrounded by the woods. It was not long after Halloween and just a few days after the Full Moon. There was a damp chill in the air that also resulted in a bit of a mist. The trees had lost most of their leaves by now and the bright moonlight cast shadows everywhere.

We walked for what seemed like forever until we came upon an open field. We weren’t sure we were in the right place, but everything felt “electrified”. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it felt like a place of power. Someone in our group became spooked by the sudden call of an owl out of complete silence, and she screamed. We all turned around and ran back to the car and quickly drove away.

Enodia

For some reason, we were lost and didn’t know where to go. We went back the way we came, but somehow the road we were traveling on was completely unfamiliar to us. Eventually we came to a crossroads, where the road split into two. We did not know which road to take and the friend who was driving became panicked. Suddenly, a white wolf with glowing red eyes appeared at the center of the crossroads, and the wolf was facing the road that veered off to the right. I told my friend to turn right, and she did.

It turned out that the road to the right was the path we needed to take and we were soon in familiar territory. My friend asked me how I knew which way to go, and I remember saying (paraphrasing, because I don’t remember my exact words) “didn’t you see the wolf in the middle of the road”? She said no and sounded a little shaky. No one else in the car, save myself, saw this beautiful white wolf with the red eyes. This creature in-between disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. There were a few weird moments following me sharing what I saw, but it was soon forgotten once everyone else was relieved to be on the road home.

The Liminal

Those moments on the unknown road, heading towards the crossroad – they felt outside of time and space. It was definitely a liminal area of the in-between, where the spirit and physical worlds collide and time as we know it doesn’t exist. That wolf appeared to me for a reason, and She was guiding me. It was a sign we needed for that moment, but I also believe I was claimed that evening even though it has taken me many years to awaken to that knowledge.

🗝


© Melissa McNair / The Torch and Key

My Breath, My Body

Valley of the Temples, Agrigento Sicily

One day, I will set foot on the land of my ancestors

I long to be where they once lived and breathed

I want to lay down on the Earth, with my head in the grass

And feel the energy of the land and of those who have gone before

I yearn to stand in that valley among the olive and almond groves

What do they remember? Trees remember.

I want to root myself to the Earth, and stand tall

Power building

Hear the whispers of the wind

Among the temple ruins, I stand

The echoes of the memories of those who have gone before

Voices on the wind, asking for remembrance

I feel their presence

My blood begins to sing the songs of the forgotten priestesses

The Women

Power building

Juno, Demeter, Persephone, Hekate

Their call is speaking to my soul

Running through the blood in my veins

Power building

Deepening into my bones

My breath, my voice will sing their names

My breath, my body honors them

Always

Remember

© Melissa McNair / The Torch and Key

By the Light of the Moon

© Photo by Melissa M. / The Torch and Key

Once in a while, I revisit a favorite book and read it again for a renewed perspective. Recently, I decided to delve into “Drawing Down the Moon” by the late (and great) Margot Adler. I first read this book 14 years ago and it had a huge impact on me. Back then, I was beginning my “pagan awakening” and this book validated a lot of feelings I was having at the time and it helped me feel as if there were possibilities, and hope for my new journey into the unknown. It also was (and still is) an invaluable resource for learning about the rise of paganism in the United States. I decided to revisit this beloved book because I have been feeling a disconnect with myself and my path. I am not sure why, but I suspect “COVID fatigue” may be a factor. This has certainly been a challenging year for my family, as well as for countless others. It has impacted all of our lives in different, yet similar ways. I have this strong desire to get back to my  “pagan roots” – whatever that may be; and I figured this book is kind of where it began so it was a logical choice for a re-read.

One passage in the beginning of the book really struck me with a force of recognition and comfort, and it moved me enough to want to write about it. It was about the simple, fulfilling ritual of honoring the full moon. Here is the quote:

“Do it, perhaps, on a full moon, in a park or in the clearing of a wood. You don’t need any of the tools you will read about in books on the Craft. You need no special clothes, or lack of them. Perhaps you might make up a chant, a string of names of gods and goddesses who were loved and familiar to you from childhood myths, a simple string of names for earth and moon and stars, easily repeatable like a mantra.

And perhaps, as you say those familiar names and feel the earth and air, the moon appears a bit closer, and perhaps the wind rustling the leaves suddenly seems in rhythm with your own breathing. Or perhaps the chant seems louder and all the other sounds far away. Or perhaps the woods seem strangely noisy. Or unspeakably still. And perhaps the clear line that separates you from bird and tree and small lizards seems to melt. Whatever else, your relationship to the world of living nature changes. The Witch is the changer of definitions and relationships”

Reading this passage awakened something in me. When I first read this book all those years ago, I really didn’t know anything about magic or ritual or what tools were best used. I was a beginner and had just set foot on a path that was completely unknown to me. I was an avid reader at first (I still am!) and I devoured any book I could get my hands on that interested me. I began with the often recommended titles from Scott Cunningham, Raymond Buckland, Starhawk, etc. My practice eventually evolved into Hellenic polytheistic worship with Hekate as my goddess and guide. But one thing that always worked for me over the years and stirred my soul like no other was the simple practice mentioned in the excerpt above. Of course, I performed formal rituals when needed. But most of the time, my rituals were wild, unscripted, and under the night sky.

I love stepping outside when the sky is dark and the stars are twinkling. The moon may or may not be in the sky, depending on the phase. That first look at the night sky always takes my breath away. I love to gaze at the stars, imagining what they look like up close and if they communicate with each other. The wonder of it all is awe-inspiring to me. We on Earth are but a grain of sand in a vast, infinite universe where the possibilities are endless.

After being out there for a little while, I begin to focus. My breathing becomes steady and measured. My third eye awakens, and my body begins to tingle. Often, the words roll off my tongue and flows like a river. I lift my arms in praise of nature,  the moon and stars. I sing a song of love and wonder. I don’t often plan ahead any of the words I speak. They are raw and spontaneous and honest. Sometimes I don’t “feel” in control; the words are coming out of my mouth but I often feel like a vessel or an oracle.

As I speak, the tingle in my body that I felt earlier grows stronger until my whole body is humming with energy. I can feel the energy shift within myself and my surroundings. The sky grows darker, and the moon and stars grow brighter. The creatures of the night may increase their sounds or become still and silent, depending on the time of year. In the winter, there aren’t many animals out in the cold nights. I live in northern New York, and our winters are cold and snowy. I may hear the distant call of an owl during the winter, or a wolf howling. During the summer it’s different. There is a small pond just beyond my backyard, and it is often alive with creatures when it’s warm out. The chatter of the frogs can become very intense, as does the snapping turtles and Canadian geese. Sometimes a soft breeze will rustle the tree limbs of the massive oaks and maples that fill my backyard, whispering their secrets. Lightning bugs will be visible, sometimes dozens at once, when it’s really hot. When this happens, it feels like these wondrous creatures are joining in my chorus of praise. It is an amazing, unifying feeling, and I feel a kinship with the land and those that share it with me.

Whenever I am singing my song of praise and wonder, I acknowledge those creature sounds as the goddess making her presence known. Especially if it was silent before I began. I always get chills down my spine when I am speaking praise of Hekate in the still, silent night and a wolf begins howling in the distance. Sometimes, I will see a shooting star as I am chanting.

When these informal, raw moments occur it is just me and nature. I don’t light a candle, or use any tools or burn incense. I stand barefoot on the earth and ground myself, and I always touch the ground when I am finished and return that energy I raised to the earth. Often, my dreams that night may be very vivid and I keep a dream journal to record them.

Reading that excerpt from “Drawing Down the Moon” inspired me to share my experiences with bare-bones rituals that can be done literally anywhere and any time you are moved to do so. Connecting to nature this way is so raw and primal and empowering and at the same time intimate. I hope that you may be moved to try this as well whenever the opportunity presents itself.

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Source:

Adler, Margot. “Drawing Down the Moon: Revised and Expanded Edition”. Penguin Books. 2006.