Pagan and the Pit(bulls)

The political musings of a Pagan and her dogs.

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Hymn for Labor Day

This is a hymn for Labor Day, for the workers and the gods who bless them. For gods who go by a thousand thousand names, and the workers who do a thousand thousand jobs. This is a hymn for the people.

This is a hymn for Aphrodite: Aphrodite Chrysea of the beauticians, beauty bloggers, and cosmeticians. Aphrodite Eustephanus of the fashion industry. Aphrodite Limenia guarding the harbors and bays. Aphrodite Philommedes guarding the sex educators and sex workers. Aphrodite Xenia an ocean goddess in a foreign land, the salt blood in foreign workers hoping for a better life. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Apollo: Apollo Acestor and Apollo Paian of the doctors, nurses, EMTs, and healthcare workers. Apollo Agyieus of the dedicated workers who protect their homes and neighborhoods without violence. Apollo Delphinius and Apollo Loxias of the journalists recording human malcontent every day and the Cassandras who try to warn us in time. Apollo Epicurious and Apollo Loimios of the CDC and WHO workers protecting us from disease. Apollo Noumious of the dairy farmers. Apollo Paruopios of the exterminators and pest control. Apollo Phuzios of the undocumented workers hiding from searching eyes. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Artemis: Artemis Acraea and Artemis Karuatis of the scientists, engineers, conservationists, and activists fighting to keep the wild places wild and free. Artemis Agrotera who hunted for her mother, and guides those who hunt for their families. Artemis Knagia who dreams of better, and of the DREAMers who dream for more. Artemis Genetyullis of laboring new mothers and the midwives and doctors who labor with them. Artemis Heurippa of the horses, guiding mounted search and rescue through the wild. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Athene: Athene Aethuia of the shipbuilders and navigators. Athene Alea, giver of sanctuary, and her lawyers and nonprofit workers aiding those who seek asylum. Athene Ergane of the artists who don’t stop a day, of the factory laborers making dimes to the dollar, of the threads and looms that never stop. Athene Mechaneus of the inventors and engineers and scientists. Athene Polias protecting the cities, and all those working towards a world where Black Lives Matter. Athena Xenia of hospitality and hospitality workers. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Demeter: Demeter Chloe walking the green growing fields of the large-scale farms, and Demeter Epogmia digging the furrows for waffle farming for the small-scale farmers in the desert. Demeter Eunostos of the food production, grinding flour on the factory floors. Demeter Plutodotira of the regulators, making sure to each goes fair weight and measure. Demeter Sito of the aid workers bringing food to where Hunger’s skeleton fingers scrabble and grasp. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Dionysus: Dionysus Acratophorus, Dionysus Lenaeus, and Dionysus Omphacites, patrons of all involved in making wine and beer from the workers in the fields to the brewmasters and vintners, to the bartenders and wait staff. Dionyus Dendrites of the forresters and forrest restorationists. Dionysus Melpomenos of the singers and actors. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Hephaestus: Hephaestus Clyrometis of the skilled artisans and craftspeople. Hephaestus Cyllopdium and Hephaestus Amphigyeis specific patrons of equal accessibility for all who work, and of those who work regardless of accessibility impediments thrown their way. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Hermes: Hermes Ktesios of the security guards. Hermes Agoraeus of the customer service and retail workers. Hermes Hermeneutes of the interpreters. Hermes Dolius of the law clerks, paralegals, lawyers, and judges. Hermes Diactorus of intelligence workers. I see you and raise an offering.

This is a hymn for Poseidon: Poseidon Pelagaeus of the sea and sailors. This is a hymn for Hades: Hades Ploutos of the wealth from the deep, and of the miners and rig workers who pull it forth. This is a hymn for Hecate: Hecate Kourotrophos of the child care workers. I see you and raise an offering.

This a hymn for Hestia, who receives the first and the last: This is a hymn for the cooks and bakers and the baristas, working at the hearth. This is a hymn for the unseen workers, for the unpaid workers, for the unrecognized workers. I see you and raise an offering.

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A Charge of Hekate

I’m actually getting a post up on time? Sayeth What?! On the week before finals? Sayeth even more what?! Yes, I am actually. And I’m feeling pretty good about it. This is the promised Charge of Hekate post. I went to a weekend retreat on the 11th of November, and one of the workshops was writing a charge of Hekate. When you do a search for a Google search for a charge of Hekate there are close to half a million hits, and with the permission of my group members, I’m going to throw ours into the ring with commentary on why it works.

Charges of the Divine seem to follow the very classic structures laid out by Valiente’s elegant Charge of the Goddess and by Crowley in the first two chapters of The Book of The Law. This means that they hit on 4 main points:

  1. Who am I
  2. What I demand
  3. How to live
  4. What I give

We decided to keep this format because it is familiar (most of the group had a Wiccan background, and there is something to be said for familiarity) and because we were working in a time constraint. With no further ado, I present A Charge of Hekate.

Listen to the words of Hekate, who of old was called Phosphoros and Kourotrophos, Lightbearer and Nurse, Midwife and Guide:

We picked the epithets of Phosphoros and Kourotrophos out of the dozens Hekate has because of the connections we as a group had to them. I personally feel a connection to the torch bearer, and another in the group had a strong connection to the nurse and midwife.

Though I am known by a thousand thousand names, the whole world honors Me. I am the Queen of Heaven and Earth, Mistress of the Sea, and Ruler of the Realms Beyond Knowing, and I say unto you:

Here we pay tribute to the fact that Hekate has a whole boatload and then some of names and faces. Her realms of dominion comes from Hesiods Theogony—“Hekate whom Zeus the son of Kronos honoured above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods”. Hekate is also the daughter of Asteria, the Titaness of Divination, and a patroness of the magickal arts; making her a ruler of the realms beyond knowing.

Whenever you have need of anything, and at least once a month, and best it be when the moon is dark, you shall gather and adore the spirit of Me, the Queen of all the Initiates. You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you are truly free you must be purified in your rights.

Here is where ancient meets modern. The first night of the dark moon is called Hekate’s Deipnon, which literally translates into “Hekate’s Evening Meal”. This was when a meal was placed at her door-shrines and the poor would it eat it. Now, the more modern version is to donate food or time to a soup kitchen. On a more practical note, many covens do gather on the full moon and this allows devotees and the priesthood to honor Hekate without a whole lot of calendar conflict. The reference to purification, was that you must come before the goddess at least physically clean and having done a little bit to purify yourself magickaly.

Let My worship be in the compassionate heart that rejoices: sing, share the feast, dance, make music and give service all in My honor, for all acts of Love and Compassion are My rituals, and My gift is joy on earth. Nor do I demand what you cannot give, for I am the mother of all; My law is Love unto all beings, and My love is poured out upon all creation.

In the modern world (or perhaps in the Wiccate view of Her), Hekate has a bit of a reputation as a hard ass. She is thought to be demanding, harsh, hard, and a little intolerant of foolishness. To a degree, I think that this reputation comes from certain devotees and members of the priesthood projecting what is within themselves. Hekate certainly can be all of these things, but at the same time She is immensely compassionate. She aids Demeter in the search for Persephone, escorts Persephone to and from the Underworld, appoints Galinthias as a sacred animal after Hera and the Moirai turned her into a weasel, and turned Hekabe into a black dog and made her a sacred familiar after her murder. We thought that because of this and the deipnon, compassion would be one of the most important things Hekate would want her devotees and priesthood to follow.

I embody the Universe: I am the beauty of the living earth, the radiant moon among the stars, the depths of the waters, and the Divine Fire within your heart. I am the soul Who holds the mysteries of the universe, and I call to you for thou are priestess and thou are priest.

More adoration of the goddess, as well as places she can be found. The Divine Fire part becomes important later.

Unleash the coiled splendor within you, spread wide your wings, and come unto Me. Let there be beauty and strength, truth and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. Keep pure your highest ideals, and harm none within your ability.

Ok, small soap box moment. I have a lot of issues with “harm none” because it isn’t possible. Throughout my life, I will harm some organism or some person every single day. I’m human. That doesn’t mean that I am intentionally doing it though. And that is the big thing, to the BEST OF MY ABILITY I try to harm none.

Seek your true Will, strive ever to fulfill it. Let nothing hinder or turn you aside. And you would learn all magick, yet have not won its deepest secrets, to you will I teach all things yet unknown. To you I will teach the Great Mystery: what you seek is within you, you will never find it without.

As you can see, the capitalized Will has arrived. It’s a bit of an influence from my beloved Thelemite fiancé, and here is another. Crowley defines magick as “the science and art of causing change to occur in conformity with Will.” Pursuit of science and art comes from within, you can’t create anything without a desire to; the same way that science becomes difficult when you aren’t passionate about it. If you seek magick, if you seek the gods, if you seek Hekate, you must have access to the Divine Fire in your heart. That Divine Fire is what ties you to magick and the gods, if you can’t see it within, you won’t see it in the outside world (and it’s true, no matter how New-Agey it sounds).

I am a gracious goddess, Keeper of the Keys of life, the cauldron of woman’s womb, and Mine is the holy gift of transcendence and growth. In life, I give the delight of My guiding presence and knowledge of the path continuing. And beyond death, I give peace, and freedom, and reunion with your beloved who have gone before. I am with you at your birth, and accompany you at death. For I have been with you from the Beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of Desire.

Here we loop back to the beginning of who Hekate is, and what She gives to us; because we all are really just a circle connected to each other.