Noumenia

Mother Moon and Father Sun

Guide our path til our cycle's done

Allow no step that will harm

Those that live within your arms

Clear our minds and hearts from blocks

So we can see the path to walk

Well enough to always follow

Midnight Mid Day

Dark Light

Hallow 

3rd Year Anniversary of Devotion to Hecate

I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame, 55  

Of earthly, wat'ry, and celestial frame,

Sepulchral, in a saffron veil array'd,

Pleas'd with dark ghosts that wander thro' the shade;

Persian, unconquerable huntress hail!  

The world's key-bearer never doom'd to fail 60

On the rough rock to wander thee delights,

Leader and nurse be present to our rites

Propitious grant our just desires success,

Accept our homage, and the incense bless.

This month marks the third year anniversary of my dedication to the night wandering Goddess and I dedicate this post to all the love, light and power she has contributed to my path as a mystic and priestess.  I have found her to be more than generous, with no request being too great, no opposition unbeatable, no barrier unbreakable, and no goal unattainable.  New moon Deipna has connected me to this Goddess to the point that she appears in my dreams. She guides, protects and provides to where I rarely go without necessary provisions. No gesture has gone unnoticed and no prayer sent up has gone unanswered. Hail!Great Goddess! Unconquerable Hecate! May Praises of Your Name Be Never Ending!

Hekatê of the Path, I invoke Thee, Lovely Lady of the Triple Crossroads,

Celestial, Chthonian, and Marine One, Lady of the Saffron Robe.

Sepulchral One, celebrating the Bakchic Mysteries among the Souls of the Dead,

Daughter of Persês, Lover of Solitude, rejoicing in deer.

Nocturnal One, Lady of the Dogs, invincible Queen.

She of the Cry of the Beast, Ungirt One, having an irresistible Form.

Bullherder, Keeper of the Keys of All the Universe, Mistress,

Guide, Bride, Nurturer of Youths, Mountain Wanderer.

I pray Thee, Maiden, to be present at our hallowed rites of initiation,

Always bestowing Thy graciousness upon the Boukolos.

Swathed in red is Hekate.

Hooded in red is Hekate.

Red-hemmed Artemis, lift aloft your burning torch,

And bring the trumpet of the nocturnal hunt.

The flow of life is in the hands of Hekate,

And her burning light guides the way.

Terror-ridden roar of the bull is the trumpets blast,

And the hounds bay in search of their prey.

The beasts of the woods shudder in their homes,

And a scream fills the night air.

None is safe from the nocturnal hunt,

And Hekate guides the host of souls to their new abode.

The light of Hekate does not flicker,

But illuminates the halls of the dead,

And exalts in the company of fair Persephone.

Bloodied-red Hekate, we leave your monthly feast,

At the site of your throne.

Red-swathed Hekate has all roads lain before her,

And the merciful Goddess greets those unfortunates who share her plate.

The touch of Hekate is merciful, and in her embrace we depart.

To The Stars

WITH holy voice I call the stars on high,

Pure sacred lights and genii of the sky.

Celestial stars, the progeny of Night,

In whirling circles beaming far your light,

Refulgent rays around the heav'ns ye throw, 5

Eternal fires, the source of all below.

With flames significant of Fate ye shine,

And aptly rule for men a path divine.

In seven bright zones ye run with wand'ring flames,

And heaven and earth compose your lucid frames: 10 

With course unwearied, pure and fiery bright

Forever shining thro' the veil of Night.

Hail twinkling, joyful, ever wakeful fires!

Propitious shine on all my just desires;

These sacred rites regard with conscious rays, 15

And end our works devoted to your praise.

TO MUSÆUS

ATTEND Musæus to my sacred song,

And learn what rites to sacrifice belong.

Jove I invoke, the earth, and solar light,

The moon's pure splendor, and the stars of night;

Thee Neptune, ruler of the sea profound, 5

Dark-hair'd, whose waves begirt the solid ground;

Ceres abundant, and of lovely mien,

And Proserpine infernal Pluto's queen

The huntress Dian, and bright Phœbus rays,

Far-darting God, the theme of Delphic praise; 10

And Bacchus, honour'd by the heav'nly choir,

And raging Mars, and Vulcan god of fire;

The mighty pow'r who rose from foam to light,

And Pluto potent in the realms of night;

With Hebe young, and Hercules the strong, 15

And you to whom the cares of births belong:

Justice and Piety august I call,

And much-fam'd nymphs, and Pan the god of all.

To Juno sacred, and to Mem'ry fair,

And the chaste Muses I address my pray'r; 20

The various year, the Graces, and the Hours,

Fair-hair'd Latona, and Dione's pow'rs;

Armed Curetes, household Gods I call,

With those who spring from Jove the king of all:

Th' Idæan Gods, the angel of the skies, 25

And righteous Themis, with sagacious eyes;

With ancient night, and day-light I implore,

And Faith, and Justice dealing right adore;

Saturn and Rhea, and great Thetis too,

Hid in a veil of bright celestial blue: 30

I call great Ocean, and the beauteous train

Of nymphs, who dwell in chambers of the main;

Atlas the strong, and ever in its prime,

Vig'rous Eternity, and endless Time;

The Stygian pool, and placid Gods beside, 35

And various Genii, that o'er men preside;

Illustrious Providence, the noble train

Of dæmon forms, who fill th' ætherial plain;

Or live in air, in water, earth, or fire,

Or deep beneath the solid ground retire. 40

Bacchus and Semele the friends of all,

And white Leucothea of the sea I call;

Palæmon bounteous, and Adrastria great,

And sweet-tongu'd Victory, with success elate;

Great Esculapius, skill'd to cure disease, 45

And dread Minerva, whom fierce battles please;

Thunders and winds in mighty columns pent,

With dreadful roaring struggling hard for vent;

Attis, the mother of the pow'rs on high,

And fair Adonis, never doom'd to die, 50

End and beginning he is all to all,

These with propitious aid I gently call;

And to my holy sacrifice invite,

The pow'r who reigns in deepest hell and night;

I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame, 55 

Of earthly, wat'ry, and celestial frame,

Sepulchral, in a saffron veil array'd,

Pleas'd with dark ghosts that wander thro' the shade;

Persian, unconquerable huntress hail!  

The world's key-bearer never doom'd to fail 60

On the rough rock to wander thee delights,

Leader and nurse be present to our rites

Propitious grant our just desires success,

Accept our homage, and the incense bless.