Offerings to Hekate

By Ellen Lorenzi-Prince

Now What?

I am Hers. Hekate’s. What this makes me, I can’t say. A priestess? Did She have priestesses? How could She when She didn’t have temples. She had crossroads. She had thresholds. She had the underworld, the earth and the sky.

And She had ghosts and witches. I’m pretty sure I’m not a ghost.

A witch then.

But not like any other woman of my circle. Some of them do not embrace the word witch. And none of us embrace an exclusive tradition. We are all seekers.

Except I’ve been found.

It’s what I wanted. But I don’t know what it means. And I don’t have anyone to ask.

My circle mother tells me I can be a priestess if I want. Officially, not just romantically. She tells me she has been though the year and a day teachings and is ordained. She can introduce me. But a voice inside me whispers “No.” (Hekate, is that you? Is it?) My spirit is my own. How can I follow anyone else’s program? Or anyone else’s Goddess?

Another voice warns of danger. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not listening to anybody. Even to those much wiser than I.

I must believe I am listening to Her.