e vamos lá responder umas perguntinhas nessa noite de domingo
e vamos lá responder umas perguntinhas nessa noite de domingo
Its tendrils unfurled behind me. Not snakes. Not seaweed. Something in-between. Or neither. But very, very real.
The sigil pulled. The trident called. The #crossroads opened. Not as metaphor, but portal. As demand. As invitation. #Hekataeon
Its tendrils unfurled behind me. Not snakes. Not seaweed. Something in-between. Or neither. But very, very real.
The sigil pulled. The trident called. The #crossroads opened. Not as metaphor, but portal. As demand. As invitation. #Hekataeon
It’s getting personal. Harder to write about. Like maybe some of this isn’t meant to be shared. But still… the Work continues.
The ritual elements remain. But something’s shifting. It’s pulling me back to my roots, to the sacredness of the small.
#HekataeonReflections
It’s getting personal. Harder to write about. Like maybe some of this isn’t meant to be shared. But still… the Work continues.
The ritual elements remain. But something’s shifting. It’s pulling me back to my roots, to the sacredness of the small.
#HekataeonReflections
Tonight went deeper. I brought Myrrh into the Work. Meditated with it. Let it speak. Let it move. It hit me like a scent from a past life, mystic, bitter, grounding. As I dropped in, I wasn’t just body. I wasn’t spirit either.
#HekataeonReflections #Hekate #WitchLife 1/4
Tonight went deeper. I brought Myrrh into the Work. Meditated with it. Let it speak. Let it move. It hit me like a scent from a past life, mystic, bitter, grounding. As I dropped in, I wasn’t just body. I wasn’t spirit either.
#HekataeonReflections #Hekate #WitchLife 1/4
Why did I pick midnight again? I’m usually up late, but lately I’ve been crashing early. And waiting for midnight tonight felt like forever. Around 10:30PM I gave up waiting. Slid into my office. Grounded. Centered.
#HekataeonReflections #Hekate #WitchLife 1/5
Why did I pick midnight again? I’m usually up late, but lately I’ve been crashing early. And waiting for midnight tonight felt like forever. Around 10:30PM I gave up waiting. Slid into my office. Grounded. Centered.
#HekataeonReflections #Hekate #WitchLife 1/5
#Hekate #HekataeonReflections #Witch
#Hekate #HekataeonReflections #Witch
It felt right, divine, even, to start at midnight, when August 13th slipped into the 14th. That hour when everything softens, the veil breathes, and the Work begins. No performance. No curated altar. Just the essentials:
#Hekate #HekataeonReflections #PropylaiaPortal
It felt right, divine, even, to start at midnight, when August 13th slipped into the 14th. That hour when everything softens, the veil breathes, and the Work begins. No performance. No curated altar. Just the essentials:
#Hekate #HekataeonReflections #PropylaiaPortal
The Hekataeon by Jack Grayle
The Hekataeon by Jack Grayle