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.