semilucid dream, WILD
False awakening as a curlyheaded woman flanked by a child and a crone of myself. There was a parallel family on a reality show about families that were breaking apart.
No illustration, since it wasn’t that significant and I wasn’t that lucid.
Hekate by Hoss Jaeger
i was heading home on a mild night
dogs were barking and the moon was high
felt like a vessel, oil and wick
summer air too damp to let it lit
cthonic roads in appalachian hills
she’s the watcher by the gates and she means no ill
but she’s poison growing in the shade of oak
she’s a chunk of fire wreathed in hickory smoke
crossroads branch into worlds of three
she’s a friend to children, keeper of the keys
but she’s the hound of heaven and hell’s kind host
residenter of the mountains, queen of the ghosts
meditating in my room one night
plugs in my ears and blacked out light
felt her presence in the spiral shield
emanating from me on a blue black field
eating mushrooms in my room one night
stuck in a loop at the highest height
my life was a blip in the universe
i prayed for death and instead i got rebirth
passed out drunk on a couch one night
i fled my body and my soul took flight
chose a nighway through the graveyard east
but there’s bad things there and i turned away in haste
walked past the graveyard drunk one night
heard my name, spoken clear as light
turned to see, but the street was bare
i’m hearing things when there’s no one there
cthonic roads in appalachian hills
she’s the watcher by the gates and she means no ill
she’s a mother goddess gone underground
driven feral in the keeping of hellish hounds
the tree of life spans to worlds of three
she’s the bitch in the branches with peacock wings
she’s the mare of oceans and hell’s kind host
residenter of the mountains—
cthonic roads in appalachian hills
she’s the watcher by the gates and she means no ill
but she’s poison growing in the shade of oak
she’s a chunk of fire wreathed in hickory smoke
crossroads branch into worlds of three
she’s a savior, keeper of the keys
but she’s the hound of heaven and hell’s kind host
residenter of the mountains, queen of the ghosts
this dog’s appearing in my dreams at night
hanging o’er my bed like a slender whight
peeping at me with these black black eyes
keeping by me when my hackles rise
i was heading home on a mild night
dogs were barking and the moon was high
felt like a vessel, oil and wick
she’s fire’s goddess and i’d just been lit
At a time when black magic was relatively common, two curses involving snakes were cast, one targeting a senator and the other an animal doctor, says a Spanish researcher who has just deciphered the 1,600-year-old curses.
Both curses feature a depiction of a deity, possibly the Greek goddess Hekate, with serpents coming out of her hair, possibly meant to strike at the victims. Both curses contain Greek invocations similar to examples known to call upon Hekate.
The two curses, mainly written in Latin and inscribed on thin lead tablets, would have been created by two different people late in the life of the Roman Empire. Both tablets were rediscovered in 2009 at the Museo Archeologico Civico di Bologna, in Italy, and were originally acquired by the museum during the late 19th century. Although scholars aren’t sure where the tablets originated, after examining and deciphering the curses, they know who victims of the curses were. Read more.
I can’t decide whether I think of gods as abstractions or not. I’ve kind of been coming into a semi-secular pagan identity. Mostly because I know some really nice pagans, and Hekate is sweet.
Hell Hound On My Trail - Robert Johnson
Son Of Dave - Hellhound
From Persian mythology. “She’s a benevolent fertility figure who hangs out in Hom, the Tree of Life. She’s so old she’s seen the world destroyed three times over, and knows all knowledge. She figures heavily in Sufi poetry as a manifestation of God, but was culturally assimilated into the Arabic tradition and became known as the Roc. Aspects of her also resemble the phoenix. ”
