The glorious Season of The Witch is here. October is the month when the thinning veil, stockpiles of herbs and longer nights signal the return of Hekate as The Queen of Witches. Casting spells, working with poisons and summoning spirits are all very Hekatean ways to tap into the energy of October.
The wind does blow,
And the black hounds howl.
The Queen beckons her chosen now.
The broom awaits,
And the breeze bids nigh,
As the moon reveals what can’t be denied.
Your feet do twitch,
And your soul awakes.
The truth you no longer can forsake.
For witch you are,
And forever shall be.
Riding the air, sovereign and free.
Spirits Calling, Spiritual Death is Knocking for Hekate’s Chosen
She comes in riddles and whispers. A chill in the room. An unexpected key. While Hekate calls at any time, the increasing darkness and the season of death, brings her closer. Hekate’s claim is not an easy mantle to bear. It’s been almost a year since I wrote about the difference between lightworkers, at least the common kind, and deathwalkers. Call us shadow witches, fire walkers, truth tellers. Spiritual death is a necessity of Hekatean practice. Avoiding it doesn’t make it not so. She sends her spirits and companions to do her bidding. Persephone, in particular, often urges us to descend into our own darkness as she does the same. Positivity culture contradicts the required curriculum for our soul’s progression: to transcend we have to go deep into the cave of rebirth. We can do it now or later. In this life or the next. The energy of deep autumn beckons us to Hekate’s Cauldron deep within her Sacred Cave. Her Holy Darkness is nigh. She grants us access, offering the key of spiritual dismemberment and death, the truest teacher. Will we accept?