“Be my witch”.

Three words that came into my mind as sharp as a sword, as bright as a flame.

Back at Beltane last year, I did a crossroads ritual to Hekate, a deity I’ve never worked with before then. I’m still not sure why I chose to reach out to her specifically, but hers was the name that appeared in my mind at the time. Six months on, at Samhain, I was doing a tarot reading to try and figure out the nature of this arrangement I’d got myself into. These were the words that came to me, not as an audible voice, but as a thought that felt very much like it was not one of my own.

That phrase reverberated in my dreams, and I have turned it over and over in my mind since then, as I’ve read all I can about Hekate and how to work with her. I think the challenge of the new year might just be to stop thinking about it and start actually doing it.