Hecate
Approximately one year ago I had a bit of a sit down with Hecate.
I've never really been much of a Wiccan, I'm more pagan at heart and a polytheist at best, who enjoys listening to the voices in the wind and feeling the soft pulse of the ocean's lifeblood in the waves. But last year around the fall there was a time when I needed her. I'll not get into the details of why one would need the assistance of the crone's wisdom and cutting, direct approach to the world.
But she gave it to me, I could feel her hands on mine.
Its been a long time since I felt the presence of the divine. And it takes me a great deal to feel the need to reach out to my spiritual side for guidance, but every once in a while I reach out my hand, and something is placed quietly into it, almost wordlessly, as if I have some sort of infinite line of credit in the great beyond... It always mystifies me when it happens.
Perhaps though, just perhaps, when I asked for Hecate's help so long ago, something much more important was given to me.
The equinox passed only two days ago, and I never really thought about my choice to do divination on the cusp of coming winter, even though its a terribly opportune time for it. And I know many more things about the next step in the path of my life, most of them are murky, clouded, based on people that I haven't met, or people I have met who have yet to reveal their part in the tapestry.
But what startled me most was yesterday when I got home from work, yesterday when I got home from work and sat down quietly at my computer and relaxed myself, the world folded in upon itself. Everything felt tiny, compressed, as if a pair of hands had come down to my right and left and were squeezing the world gently like a grandmother would squeeze a loaf of bread in the store to make sure it was fresh. All I could ask myself is 'What's going on, what's happening, I can feel something moving"
Perhaps it was winter coming, perhaps it was Hecate calling to one of her new children, reaching to place her hand in mine for the coming winter of change.
But yesterday I reached for my tarot.
And yesterday my eyes opened. I could ask the right questions for the first time in ages. I could feel Thoth's book open in my hands and the breath of the aether blow through the window my fingers pried open gently.
And Bush, please don't.
You're not a bad man Bush, but you are a fool. You won't suffer if you do it, but your people will, not today... but tomorrow, and for many tomorrows to come.