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.



© Melissa McNair / The Torch and Key

When Dreams and Wishes are Made Real

© Melissa M. / The Torch and Key

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.