"I hear the whining of Thy wolves! I hear
The howling of the hounds about Thy Form,
Who comest in the terror of Thy storm
And night falls faster, ere Thine eyes appear
Glittering through the mist,
O face of Woman unkissed
Save by the dead whose love is taken ere they wist!
Thee, Thee I call! O Dire One! O divine!
I, the sole mortal seek Thy deadly shrine;
Pour the dark stream of blood
A sleepy and a reluctant river
Even as Thou drawest with Thine Eyes on mine, To me
Across the sense bewildering flood
That holds my soul forever! "
Invocation to Hecate --Aleister Crowley (Edward Alexander Crowley)
1875 - 1947
Once again we meet to worship Our Beloved Mother! Please bring your athames and chalices.
Looking forward to seeing you All there!
Hosted by Laurie Bizzarro aka Lady Thalestris