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.


Hymn I to Hekate

It is false that the grave has no victory
It is true that death has no sting
For I will lead you to live again
To the grave again
And to die

All the times of your darkest darks
The kill of the most poignant of pains
If then you dared some
Wildest gnosis
Acceptance equal to these and more
That was My tenderest embrace

Then and now are all spaces
All places turned liminal strange
Between the proton and neutron
Betwixt the quark and the quark
I arise without end
I am the world’s bones and
I am the tree of life and death
Axis Mundi is My name

I am the blade sharp to divide
Flesh from flesh
Flesh from soul
Soul from spirit
These too are roads and crossroads
I cut them
I breathe free for
I am the breath of the world
Say my name
It is Anima Mundi

Every flaw in every space
Every sob of every pain
I am hidden there for
My name is Most Lovely
Allwheres I dwell so allwheres is beauty and
The heart of all is beauty
Thus all things are redeemed so
Say my name for
It is Savior

I am the keeper of the four way crossroads for
I am the Goddess of death
I am the keeper of the three way crossroads for
Death is but an in between
You do not know
It is again to seek My beauty
That you awake again
So say My name, say it now
It is Psychopompos
My name, sing it from your broken hearts
It is Resurrection

It is for You we wake
That we taste again of beauty
Serpent flower in the heart of fear
Beauty whelming all but beauty
Tender Girl
Infinite Goddess
Our tears stream for You
Our sobs sing for You
We love you unbeknownst but
Else would be but empty world
Therefore we psalm Your name
A final time
Trembling and fanatic

Hekate Creatrix

—-Rachel Izabella Parker, 17 aprilis 2013

Hymn IV to Hekate

Hymn IV to Hekate

You are not the stars
But the wind between the stars, One
Lonely Infinite

Ghosts of alien sentient things
Follow you, nothing bars You where
You wish to tread, my alien Lady

Nothing can possess You for how can
The thimble contain the ocean
An ocean of oceans of oceans
How could the toad grasp the hound

You are the heart of beauty
In every horror, the artless beauty
Between proton and proton
The howling chaos of quark and quark

You are the nameless flower in the core
Of torments of fires and thus
Our Savior and Redeemer
Salvatrix, Soteira
One and Lone

The real Aphrodite


A much needed reminder of the true and multivalent nature of the mighty Goddess Aphrodite.

White Cat Grove

Confession: I follow reconstructionist lists and sites not because I consider myself a recon, but because I enjoy learning things. They often have links to articles on various archaeological topics, among other things. Sometimes the discussions are interesting. Other times, it’s akin to running a cheesegrater made of self-righteous judgment against my synapses.

Recons, as I have mused before, are sometimes — and too often — fundamentalists that cannot accept cultural change. The “lore” — traditional stories preserved in archaic languages — is seen as the arbiter of all truth. There is a patina of purity, of a desire to get back to an essential unchangingness in which the Gods were always known by this set of names, with this set of attributes, and honored with this set of particular practices.

If you’ve followed my blog with any regularity, you’ll know that I consider myself an enemy of purity

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A Garland for Zeus: Modern Prayer Bead Devotions by Drew Campbell

The page linked to below describes one prominent Hellenic Recon’s prayer beads for Zeus. It includes the prayers he uses, all riffed from sources from Antiquity. I like it so much I want to make one myself. This would be especially appropriate as I’m a member of the Gentlemen for Jupiter, a mystery cult in which members connect to the Jovian current (I can barely force myself to write “Jupiterian”) in various ways, and for me Zeus presides over that current. (The “Gentlemen” include all sexes and genders, by the way.)

There’s not enough poly- in my polytheism. I’ve become almost a Hekatean henotheist, and I don’t feel right about that. —I also want to make a prayer rope so I can meditate using Sannion’s wonderful Lusios Prayer.

A Garland for Zeus: Modern Prayer Bead Devotions by Drew Campbell.

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.

Lucifer: Addendum

Von Stuck - Lucifer - good quality

Von Stuck’s Lucifero

An important group of people whom I neglected in previous posts is comprised by those who identify Lucifer as a great God. Sorry about the oversight.

This is seen in Aradia: Or the Gospel of the Witches, compiled by the folklorist Charles G. Leland, in the second paragraph of the book:

Diana greatly loved her brother Lucifer, the god of the Sun and of the Moon, the God of Light (Splendor), who was so proud of his beauty and who for his pride was driven from Paradise.

I won’t get into the controversies surrounding Aradia and Stregheria. As I’ve told on this blog before, I know at least one person who has studied Stregheria “at the feet” of a real Italian witch — or maybe more than one such friend, but it’s hard for an outsider like me to discern authentic Stregheria from modern reinventions of it, as what little I know is second hand. —Anyway, I personally believe that Aradia is exactly what it seems to be. If I’m right, then with the paragraph quoted above we have our first example of Lucifer being viewed as a great God for hundreds of years. If I’m wrong, many people still believe in Aradia nonetheless, and thus we have examples amongst our contemporaries who believe Lucifer as a great God.

Aradia sort of naturally segues into the next topic — Traditional Witchcraft. My personal opinion is that some of these traditions do stem from older times, the Middle Ages or the Early Modern Period at the latest, having developed out of something else before that. What that something else might have been I don’t pretend to know. If you doubt the existence of historical, pre-1950’s witchcraft, you should read about Saveock Water in Cornwall. You should visit online the Museum of Witchcraft. —You should also read Ecstasies: Deciphering the Witches’ Sabbath by Carlo Ginzburg, Emma Wilby’s Cunning-Folk and Familiar Spirits and The Visions of Isobel Gowdie: Magic, Witchcraft and Dark Shamanism in Seventeenth-Century Scotland and the works of Éva Pócs. More information would be too much for this entry and off topic — maybe another time.

The point is that many contemporary traditional witches venerate and celebrate a Deity or spirit known as Old Horney, amongst other names, including the Devil. Is this being the same as Lucifer? Maybe in some cases, maybe not in others. Maybe the Witchfather as he’s also known is an entirely different spirit. But he might be another face of Lucifer. As he’s nameless and has a thousand faces, and as I’m not a traditional witch who so celebrates and venerates this Being, I’m not qualified to say one way or the other. Some witches I know do consider him the same being as Lucifer though.

Mark Alan Smith’s Primal Craft is another example. In his works of powerful sorcery and mysticism, based on his own personal gnosis or encounters with the primal “Gods of Witchcraft” themselves, he regards Hecate (he uses the Roman spelling rather than transliterated Greek as I do) and Lucifer’s mother and lover, in a way similar to Aradia. Lucifer according to Smith is a great God, second only to Hekate. —I personally find his highly sexualized gnosis of Hekate hard to swallow — no such thing is in the lore and it’s contrary to my own personal gnosis. But nevertheless he regards Lucifer as a great God and so I must mention his views. Regardless of the truth of his own mythology, his books contain some powerful sorcery. I once owned the first book of his Trident of Witchcraft series, Queen of Hell, but sold it on eBay for a healthy sum.

And last I must include the many devotees of Lucifer who follow their own personal gnosis and direct experiences of Lucifer without writing books about it. I know you all are myriad in number. I salute you for your devotion to the Lightbringer, Lucifer Morningstar.

May his light shine upon you and may he elevate your minds and souls!


This concludes my posts on Lucifer. I’ve said my good-byes to Quimbanda, with considerable heartache and anguish, to devote myself entirely to Hekate spiritually. I knew Lucifer as Exu Rei or Exu Lucifer. I doubt I’ll meet this particular face of Lucifer again. I write that with regret, as I rather enjoyed his presence.

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Pagan Prayer | Postmodern Magic

When I bought my first magic books I chose Liber Null and Psychonaut by Peter J. Carroll and Postmodern Magic by Patrick Dunn. Liber Null and Psychonaut is a classic and Dunn’s books are amazing. He touched on nearly every aspect of magic in that book, in a time when I was desperate to learn, to understand what was going on.

His blog is very good too, I just wish he’d write more. Here he writes about his own unique and innovative perspective on and methods of pagan prayer.

Pagan Prayer | Postmodern Magic.

How I Became a Polytheist

I share many things, I might as well share this. A friend on Twitter shared the story of his conversion to polytheism. I shared mine. Here’s my story, exactly as I typed it on Twitter.


I like your story better than mine, but here goes, quicky version. I lost my job in 2007, it was not a good parting.

I saw a therapist who was a clinical hypnotherapist. He taught me what he frankly called trance. I was reading Jung…

…and took everything he taught me and took it ten steps further, not knowing what I was doing, just having fun…

…at some point I stumbled across the hedge, without knowing it. And kept on going, still ignorant…

…one day I was walking in the woods and I sat down against a tree to meditate and fell into trance…

…couldnt tell if my eyes were open or shut…and a beautiful woman in white approached, holding a star between her fingertips

and I opened my mouth and swallowed it like a pill, and then we danced in the woods—And then I was again sitting & she was gone

My depression was cured. I could not deny I’d met a spirit. And soon I discovered Hekate. The End.

Dionysian Atavism: Famous Last Words: Thoughtforms, Heroes, and Gods.

Jack Faust hits the nail on the head concerning the precise difference between super-heroes (which are a kind of thoughform), Heroes (like Chiron and Herakles or Hercules), and Deities. If pagans knew these simple facts about the denizens of the Astral Plane, the current ruction over veneration of super-heroes and the like would — or rather it should but probably wouldn’t, more’s the pity — cease to exist.

The info Jack presents is all you need to know to dispel for you any confusion caused by this ridiculous and embarrassing brouhaha in the pagan community.

Dionysian Atavism: Famous Last Words: Thoughtforms, Heroes, and Gods.

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.