HECATE

 

I am not even sure when it first started, my belief in imaginary friends. Maybe I was about 10 when I knew for sure my friend was real.  
My imaginary friend told me my uncle would die shortly and my cousin would have a baby in 6 months. These events happened as foretold.  
At 10 years old I couldn’t make sense of it until it dawned on me that my friend was none other than the Goddess Hecate. 
My babysitter would read to me from a book with no title and no covers. I was sworn to secrecy about hearing stories of this great goddess. Hecate is the goddess of crossroads and witchcraft, protector of the family, magic, transformation, death, the Moon. She can move between humans and spirits. Dawn and dusk are her favorite time.  
There were stories of Hecate preforming miracles and rescue and strength and wonder. She would rescue babies from burning jaws of dragons and be a true Queen of Swords wielding truth against lies. Her green eyes glowing seeing what was wrongfully hidden and revealing its poison. She is dark haired and beautiful and quite eerie befitting a goddess. She wears a black cape with a red velvet dress, green shoes and carries a flaming skull on a staff. The skull lights her way in the night.  
Hecate was the guide into Hades for Demeter when Hades kidnapped her daughter Persephone.  
Hecate is always accompanied by her sacred animals a black female dog and polecat.  
After a while I would ask her questions, from a child’s perspective. Like “Will I pass my math test?” Hecate responded “You must study.” Hecate is a good mother; she gave good advice.  
Now that I am much older, I ask Hecate for protection for my kids and myself from envy, jealousy, evil eye and any other invisible threat. I even go so far as to ask her to provide me with a parking spot in front of my home.  
I can feel her presence and often meditate on her powers. She is still a good mother to me especially since I don’t have a mother. She has become my own very special lifelong guide and friend.  
If you can quiet your mind and look toward the Moon at dusk or dawn you can see her, dark haired and beautiful and eerie, befitting a goddess, holding a flaming skull on a staff, her billowing black cape, green glowing eyes, red velvet dress and green shoes accompanied by two black she dogs and a furry polecat smiling at you.  
Hail to the Goddess Hecate.  

Georgia