Hekate Speaks About Jesus

The Neoplatonist Porphyry of Tyre (c. AD 234 – c. AD 305) once consulted an oracle of Hekate concerning Jesus. The results he obtained were recorded by a Christian writer but, according to Wikipedia, the other oracles Porphyry obtained from Hekate seem to indicate standard oracular procedure and are probably accurate — except maybe about the consumption of meat, which I honestly don’t care about — and so this oracle was probably recorded accurately as well, especially considering the anti-Christian themes preserved in it.

Quite a while ago I copied and pasted into a text document the oracle below. So sadly I don’t know its English language source. It is repeated with a glaring omission — the actual words of Hekate via Her oracle — in Sorita D’Este’s and David Rankine’s book Hekate: Liminal Rites, p. 118.

Here follows the text of the oracle of Hekate concerning Jesus as well as Porphyry’s interpretation…


But to some who asked Hekate whether Christ were a God, she replied: “You know the condition of the disembodied immortal soul, and that if it has been severed from wisdom it always errs. The soul you refer to is that of a man foremost in piety: they worship it because they mistake the truth.” To this so-called oracular response he [Porphyry] adds the following words of his own: “Of this very pious man, then, Hekate said that the soul, like the souls of other good men, was after death dowered with immortality, and that the Christians through ignorance worship it. And to those who ask why he was condemned to die, the oracle of the goddess replied, The body, indeed, is always exposed to torments, but the souls of the pious abide in heaven. And the soul you inquire about has been the fatal cause of error to other souls which were not fated to receive the gifts of the gods, and to have the knowledge of immortal Zeus. Such souls are therefore hated by the gods; for they who were fated not to receive the gifts of the gods, and not to know God, were fated to be involved in error by means of him you speak of. He himself, however, was good, and heaven has been opened to him as to other good men. You are not, then, to speak evil of him, but to pity the folly of men: and through him men’s danger is imminent.


I have a modest proposal | The House of Vines [Reblog]

There’s a war of verbiage within paganism. It’s between those called hard polytheists who believe the Gods are real, live, individual Entities, and — I don’t know, everybody who doesn’t believe that, I guess.

In the post linked to below Sannion proposes that hard polytheists should go offline for the month of July. Since this war of logorrhea isn’t accomplishing anything or getting resolved whatsoever — just … say … nothing. I think this is a fine idea, and I’m a hard polytheist, but then it’s hard these days to find a sorcerer or magician who in a sense isn’t. That the Spirits are real is the in point of view in the magical world, as opposed to the pagan world, where things are just effed up beyond belief.

I don’t think such a war, waged with meandering masses of verbal treacle, could ever happen in the magical community. There people with different viewpoints seem to get along just fine, and pretty much every sorcerer/sorceress and magician is agreed on the point that has the pagans at such odds.

There are admittedly old-school Thelemites who parrot Crowley’s early ideas that we can know nothing about the objective reality of the Spirits (I’m oversimplifying, but that’s the gist). Crowley later changed his mind, by the way. The Holy Books of Thelema were written rather early in Crowley’s life, many of them in the nineteen-naughts and the -teens. Crowley didn’t die till 1947, and shortly before that published his greatest book, in my not so humble opinion, his book on his and Lady Frieda Harris’s Tarot deck, The Book of Thoth. —And there are the (surprisingly, to me) growing number of Chaos Magicians, many of whom stand firmly by William S. Burroughs’s maxim Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

By the way, I read somewhere that an informal survey revealed that about %60 of Chaos Magicians engage in ancestral veneration of some kind. Why? Because it works. Why does it work? Because the Spirits are real. Several of the Chaos Magicians I know personally are what the pagans would call hard polytheists. They just enjoy Chaos Magic.

See what I mean? In the magical community these things aren’t an issue. The “Spirits are real” majority don’t have it in for the Thelemites or the Chaos Magicians. Such a thing is pretty much unthinkable.

Oh things aren’t perfect by any stretch. You’ve got grimoire purists, e.g., who believe very vocally that their way is the best way and most other magic is “New Agey”. (WTF is wrong with the New Age anyway? Most New Agers I’ve met seem to have their rather odd acts together far better than I do.) —You’ve got sorcerers disrespecting Ceremonial Magicians like the Golden Dawn(s) for example. But aside from dissension within the factions of the Golden Dawn itself, I know of nothing comparable to this ridiculous mess taking place in the, I’ll call them, Neopagan and Hard Polytheist camps.

I am of course a hard polytheist, as anyone who’s been reading along as I improvise this blog day by day will know. But this blog isn’t primarily about polytheism. Yes, I’ve written about Spirits and Gods a lot, but that’s because I’m fascinated with them and because I believe that if you practice magic you’re just going to run into them some day. The subtitle of this blog is T and Sorcery. T stands for Transsexuality, Transgenderism, Transition, etc., etc. It’s slang, probably obsolete by now, within the trans community. It’s an odd combination, and I’ve considered splitting it into two blogs, but I have a small but loyal readership and I’m not going screw up what I’ve got going here.

Considering this subtitle, this isn’t officially a blog about polytheism. So I’m not going to participate in Sannion’s proposed black-out, no matter how much I admire the man and enjoy his blog.

If you want to see how bad things are in the pagan/polytheist communities, give the link below a look. It will boggle your mind. —I’m so darned glad I belong to no organized pagan or polytheist group. I can go about my business and look down from a distance at this mess. If you care about the Gods, however, I suggest you educate yourself about the ruction going on, and the link below is a good place to start.

I have a modest proposal | The House of Vines.

Hekate’s Supper

Hekate image - beautiful but odd

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The New Moon was yesterday at about 10am here in North Carolina, so last night was the night for Hekate’s deipnon, Hekate’s Supper. I know the good people at Neos Alexandria on their Athenian calendar go by when the Moon is full in Athens, Greece, but that’s (I hope) because they live all over North America and Europe, not just out of some misbegotten nostalgia for Ancient Greece. As I said I live in North Carolina, USA, and to offer Hekate’s deipnon on any other day than the day of the New Moon would just feel wrong.

When I’m not lower than whale shit lately I’m often very, very close to Hekate. I think that had an effect on me last night. —Walking toward the crossroads with a bottle of wine in one hand and, basically, home made cookies in the other, I was terrified. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Night animals I could not identify called out. When I got to the crossroads and laid my “cakes” down and let the bottle of wine drain onto the ground it was a little easier, I was preoccupied with the physical act. And I did it with my eyes closed, which helped. When I turned away without looking back, as is the custom, my fear had left me. —But that initial walk to the crossroads … it took a real effort of will. I hope that’s a sign that Hekate was waiting…

Hekate can be very loving and motherly, and for the first time ever that’s the way She’s been to me generally of late. The Terror that She can be, however, serves a beneficent purpose. In being scarier than anything else — anything anywhere — and in having the power to back that Terror up, She protects us. According to the lore contained in the Greek Magical Papyri, Hekate is the Goddess “before whom the Gods tremble”. If She can make the Gods themselves tremble, what possible danger could there be?

I’ll tell you what possible danger there could be. None from Hekate Herself, let me say first. But Hekate does not roam the night alone. She travels with a retinue, a hoard, of hellhounds, restless and angry ghosts, lamiai and empousai — the last two being varieties of vampiric spirits. But they too tremble before Her, and Her devotees come to no harm. I would not like to offer Hekate Her supper in any other mood than the most solemn, and the more terrified the better. If you go to the crossroads and you aren’t scared, you aren’t doing it right. Last night I feel I finally did it right.

Next month I plan on making a proper but simple magical rite out of it. I hope I have the courage. I’d love to go a little later, in the wee hours, to ensure privacy, create sacred space, recite Her Orphic hymn, and then offer Her supper. I wish I could find a secluded crossroads in the woods, but I’ve had no luck in my search. Her supper will have to be offered on or beside the pavement, I fear.

But that’s OK for now. Last night was scary enough for my blood.

A visit from Lucifer — scary, but more intimidating and awe inspiring. Hekate’s merest presence, the tiniest hint of it, in Her terrifying aspect — She curdles my blood and makes my bones shake.

And I, mere mortal that I am, am in love with Her.

The Hekatean Prayer and Ritual Book: Call for Submissions

Spreading the word about the Hekatean Prayer and Ritual Book. I hope some of you can submit something.

Feral Druidry: The Crossroads Companion

Since doing Hoofprints in the Wildwood, I’ve been wanting to do a devotional for Hekate. However, there are so many Devotionals out there for her already most notably by Avalonia and B.A. So I’ve decided not to do a devotional proper, but rather a Hekatean Prayer and Ritual book, which I think there is much need for. This will be a book of prayers and rituals only, with images for meditational use. The idea being something you can take with you, read some prayers out of in either ritual or just thumb through reading prayers and looking at artwork on the fly for inspiration. The focus of this book is really prayer and ritual, so there will be no essays or poetry or the normal fare you would see in a standard devotional. I personally think something like this would be a boon to the community, not only to help new…

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Pagan Intolerance: nothing new under the sun | Magical Experiments

Taylor Ellwood has written an excellent article about pagan intolerance. The very notion of pagan intolerance disgusts me. How can a pagan or polytheist or whatever you call yourself believe there is only one path to the truth, only one right answer? Everything in the multiverse, it seems to me, is in some sense plural. Hence the poly- in polytheism, as one example.

It seems to me that the growth of intolerance in the pagan communities marks the beginnings of a new thing under the Sun after all, or at least something the Sun hasn’t shone on for at least two thousand years — pagan fundamentalism. And I mean the word fundamentalism not in any etymological sense, but in the now everyday sense of those who believe it’s “my way or the highway.”

Pagan Intolerance: nothing new under the sun | Magical Experiments.

For Helios, on His Day: An, um, Interesting Image of Him

In honor of Helios on this His day, I post this rather unique pic of Him, along with His Orphic Hymn.



The Fumigation from Frankinsence and Manna.
Hear golden Titan, whose eternal eye
with broad survey, illumines all the sky.
Self-born, unwearied in diffusing light,
and to all eyes the mirrour of delight:
Lord of the seasons, with thy fiery car
and leaping coursers, beaming light from far:
With thy right hand the source of morning light,
and with thy left the father of the night.
Agile and vig’rous, venerable Sun,
fiery and bright around the heav’ns you run.
Foe to the wicked, but the good man’s guide,
o’er all his steps propitious you preside:
With various sounding, golden lyre, ’tis thine
to fill the world with harmony divine.
Father of ages, guide of prosp’rous deeds,
the world’s commander, borne by lucid steeds,
Immortal Jove [Zeus], all-searching, bearing light,
source of existence, pure and fiery bright
Bearer of fruit, almighty lord of years,
agil and warm, whom ev’ry pow’r reveres.
Great eye of Nature and the starry skies,
doom’d with immortal flames to set and rise
Dispensing justice, lover of the stream,
the world’s great despot, and o’er all supreme.
Faithful defender, and the eye of right,
of steeds the ruler, and of life the light:
With sounding whip four fiery steeds you guide,
when in the car of day you glorious ride.
Propitious on these mystic labours shine,
and bless thy suppliants with a life divine.

Pruning My Spiritual Life

Hecate Triforma

I feel a powerful need to drop certain facets of my spiritual life and sorcerous praxis in order to devote more time and head space to my Gods, especially Her up there. I feel the need to simplify, to excise things with a sharp metaphorical blade and not duct tape on more stuff that’s based on a world view radically different from my own few heart-felt beliefs. Maybe so much isolation of late (chosen, not forced upon me) is changing the way I think.

I need to return to the woods. I need to return to the spirits of the land. I need to return to my Gods.

Is this a wild hair? A notion of a few hours’ life span? Maybe but I doubt it. I think I need to prune my spiritual life, with prejudice.

A Hekate-like Japanese Pic

Patron Deity? [EDITED]

I’m such a night owl my sleep debt equals the national debt, and I find myself here posting and posting tonight and this morning like never before. Oh well. I’ll sleep another night.

For about four years I’ve known that Hekate is my Patron Deity … Patroness … Matron … insert preferred term here. She’s silent a lot of the time though. Some say Her name means She Who works from afar or even The Distant One. For the second time now a new Deity, strange to me, has entered my life — or just maybe been introduced by Her, because I need the lessons the new God teaches. In the past however Hekate has always returned, but always in a tantalizing fashion, never revealing what it is She wants of me. I believe, whatever it might be, that I’m just not ready for it yet.

I did a pathworking today. If you don’t know what a pathworking is, it’s like the guided meditations that therapists and yoga teachers are fond of, minus the therapist or yoga teacher. You yourself read the script beforehand and follow it alone (some groups utilize group pathworkings, but I’ve never attended such a thing). It was for finding your Patron Deity, or the Deity you need in your life the most right now. I found Dionysos. Again. Hence another post in His honor.

But Hekate first. Always, Hekate first (I assume: a little more, just a hint, a maybe, on that later). This post is in Her honor too.

The problem with talking about Hekate is the sanitization She’s undergone in the Neopagan collective imagination. If you read about Her on most Neopagan sites you’ll find a benevolent Goddess of benevolent witches perhaps or — Gods forgive us! — the stupid and erroneous assertion that as a Triple Goddess She takes the forms of Maiden, Mother and Crone. For some … um … gentler pagans that’s an unquestioned orthodoxy.

Here’s a quotation from the Philosophumena of Hippolytus the Antipope. As the language much resembles that of the PGM, the Greek Magical Papyri, it’s quite possibly a condensation of a real summoning of Her for magical purposes (that is, for purposes of private religion, one definition of magic that I subscribe to). In any case, it’s true to Her Self, and it should serve to take some of the Twilight glitter off Her:

Infernal and earthly and heavenly Bombo, come.Goddess of waysides, of crossroads, lightbearer, nightwalker,
Hater of the light, lover and companion of the night,
Who rejoicest in the baying of hounds and in purple blood;
Who dost stalk amongst corpses and the tombs of the dead
Thirsty for blood, who bringest fear to mortals —
Gorgo and Mormo and Meme and many-formed one,
Come thou propitious to our libations!

alien looking hekate

That’s more like it.

Back now to Dionysos. You can try to sanitize Him, but He won’t stay sanitized somehow, not when you can find a video in His honor like this on YouTube:


Why Dionyos? I don’t know. Things change and the Gods are strange. Maybe things will change back. Probably in fact, but maybe not.

And Dionysos is The God who comes, and He seems to have come for me. I’ve not been a particularly pious polytheist thus far. —May I become one, for Him. His species of piety looks to be one wild ride, no matter how long it lasts … a year or two, or the rest of my life.

[EDIT: Godsdamn, that video is making my head want to explode! Watching it it repeatedly is becoming a religious experience unto itself. Religious experiences should make your head want to explode, in my not too humble opinion.]