Hecate, Not Really EnthroneD

Everything I know about you makes me see and feel you as Hecate, my triple Goddess, but not really mine, Hecate, not really enthroneD, who has me impaled blackmetalically like Nazarene ...

Libor Soural

Feb 02, 2025

Let me explain you bleeding for me by comprehensibly exploring Hecate, heh·kuh·tee … I hack a tea, but I don’t hack a tea. Damn baby, bloody heaven, you’re not exactly the what !!! ??? when I hack a tea, but similar … I mean doing my gingered chai shoot, as you are an enigmatic and powerful force in my love sphere, furthering my uniquely soulfool or soulful, not so foolproof journey with Hecate. Given no other chance, pew biblically, I hate to examine in public why I seek your Phoenix guidance in life and death and rebirth. Privately, with and yet without you pubic-lick-ly, I just learned how to invoke choo in my own physical and spiritual sex practice and what drowning feelings to offer on a sound avalanche altar dedicated to choo, central to various magical rites, both protective and destructive. We don’t fear the devil, the past tense of live, lived spelled backwards, we fight him hard loving, swimming the devouring ocean, the blood that is life, no mercy, oh Hecate!

That’s what I call my making real love to your troubled soul through different bodies, like you were cruel Hera, an Olympian goddess in the Greek pantheon mounting my thirsty soul. I don’t need to remind choo of how my Milky Way was created, the result of Hera's milk spurting from her breast when she pushed away the infant Heracles, known for his hunger, strength, courage, and bravery. As well as for his short temper and violent passions, just saying.

Hecate, ah, the ancient goddess of magick, witchcraft, ghosts, necromancy, and the moon, holds an enigmatic and powerful place in mythology. Revered by witches, pagans, and magicians, she’s often seen as the goddess who presides over thresholds, transitions, and the mysteries of the unseen. As a triple goddess, she rules over life, death, and rebirth, walking freely in all realms — earth, sea, sky, and the underworld. Hecate is viewed as a protector and guide through the dark and mysterious world of the dead. Hecate has three faces or forms. This representation ties her to the idea of transitions: youth, adulthood, and old age; past, present, and future; or even birth, life, and death. In some depictions, she is shown with three heads (human, dog, and snake) or holding torches, keys, and a dagger — symbolizing her role as a guardian of the crossroads and transitions between realms. Her triple nature also connects her to the moon — waxing, full, and waning. As such, Hecate governs the mystical cycles of time and transformation, representing the eternal ebb and flow of life and death.

The Myth of Hecate: Persephone and the Underworld

One of Hecate’s most well-known myths is her role in the story of Persephone, no Iphones at the time, lollipop, the daughter of Demeter and Zeus, who was abducted by Hades, god of the underworld.

As the myth goes, Hades kidnaps Persephone, dragging her down into the underworld to be his queen. Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, is devastated by her daughter’s disappearance. She searches the earth for her but to no avail. The world falls into a deep winter as Demeter’s sorrow causes all the plants and crops to die.

Hecate, hearing Demeter’s cries, approaches her. Holding her torches aloft, Hecate guides Demeter into the depths of the earth. Together, they descend to the underworld, where they find Persephone. Hecate helps negotiate a deal where Persephone is allowed to return to the earth for part of the year, bringing with her the spring and summer. When Persephone is in the underworld during the autumn and winter, Hecate remains at her side, guiding her through the dark. Like the sacred body and blood of Christ working their miracle.

This myth highlights Hecate’s role as a liminal goddess — a deity of thresholds and transitions. She moves freely between the realms of life and death, light and dark, guiding those who seek her protection in times of great change.

Ah Hecate, choo being choo or woo being moo or choo being who, the fricking feek, speaks for itself. Deep down, I know you’ve convinced me to share the secondhand strength knowledge. Hecate is also seen as a goddess of empowerment, helping those who are on the brink of personal transformation or who stand at a crossroads in their lives. As a fierce goddess who can move between worlds, she’s seen as a guardian against harmful spirits, malevolent magick, and negative energy. Her association with dogs and snakes further solidifies her image as a protector. Invoking Hecate in rituals focused on cleansing or warding off negativity can offer a deep sense of safety and clarity.

In psychological and spiritual shadow work, Hecate is an excellent deity to work with. Shadow work involves exploring the hidden or repressed parts of oneself, often the aspects we are afraid to confront. As a goddess of the dark and the underworld, Hecate helps her devotees face their fears and embrace their own inner darkness with courage. Those who seek to better understand themselves, confront past trauma, or work through deep emotional pain often call on Hecate for sweet support, which also explains bitterly why sometimes I easily mistake choo for Hera, who doggedly tortured Heracles throughout his unusual life. It’s ludicrous, ‘cause I hardly have any muscles, but I sometimes feel like Hercules, the Roman equivalent of the Greek divine hero, famous for his strength and for his numerous far-ranging adventures, nothing venture, nothing have, right?

But Hera is in love with Zeus, a chronic cheater. I didn’t say anything. Zeus is the sky and thunder god, bang, bang! It wasn’t me moo, baby! Kay, it’s all pleasurably complicated, Hecate, just as you’re an interestingly complex love puzzle, meaning you’re made up of many broken heart parts that are painfully interrelated or interconnected. Ooh, just like us insignificant starlets connecting the tiny dots across the midnight sky, reflecting the blinding magick of Greek mythology that makes up the vast universe we steadfast cut through.

It does also mean you’re diffi-cult to understand or solve playing my extremely strung heartstrings. Oh, why are choo woo smiling at me moo when looking for your polished shoes? Should I take it as a beautiful frown? I choose to fail to understand, I’ve already taken an annoying shitload of great Antarctica showers, feek, baby! No, thanks! Oh, that I am practically the ugly embodiment of what is anathema to you? No sheet, my kingdom come! Want some milk, Hera, err, Hecate, milk from me instead? Heaven, err, hell can’t wait. Neither completes our drowning so far, feek! No matter I’m the overwhelming wave and you’re the skillful rider, and vice versa. We’re on the threshold of life and death and rebirth. ‘Cause I SOB have eaten all of your chocolate and drunk all of your vanilla coffee, zoorry! Remember, you are a jealous and vengeful trickster who played a key role in starting the Trojan War, beware or be aware of your extreme nature, feek, baby! I’m just smashed by just watching your enticing chai I’m trying to hack, reading in between your killer lines written in cold blood that bring me some warmth. Oh Hecate, haven’t I learned enough?

Hecate, woo, just listen to yourself, rejoice in yourself thinking about me moo, shall we moo together, it’s our musical massacre, a shock grief therapy, the ethereal and actually funereal aftermath of how we fight the devil hard loving, swimming the drowning depths of our scorch-earth feelings apart, riding the giant universe waves, wave after wave after wave, like we have no oxygen left! You are deep dark, unsilent requiems, piercing, heartbreaking odes, shallow grave symphonies we love to pieces if or when enthroned, but not. You’re not enthroned, Hecate, not by me, like you were mad! Are you mad at me? ‘Cause your blackmetal voice shrieks sound like a furious duck on drugs, hurt like hell! Me just listening to the slaughter of innocence, for bloody Christ’s sake! Baby, fine, our secret code, code red, code red, blood is life, you faithful have me impaled like Nazarene, making my blood boil. Smearing the ruthless crusader’s campaign elicits your alluring screams bequeathed to me as you torch my cold cross six feet under …

Well, I guess, moo, that would perfectly explain why I would woo KING prefer choo so chai Hecate ENTHRONED, would it not? So, for now, feek, baby, I just have to settle for reciting the following invocation, yours, Hecate, not really enthroned by me, moo! Yet, to invoke me royally, and that’s not a death wish, woo QUEEN, you’ll need a quiet space, the less ordinary, the worse, where you won’t be disturbed, moo! Begin by lighting your unused candles and taking a moment to center yourself through sentenced sobbing, I mean master probation, err, meditation or deep breathing. No, I didn’t think of any deer mass-tour-bay-ation, blushing, feek, baby! When you feel ready, after throwing away your old broomstick to fly, feel free and renewed to adapt me, moo, to your own words, err, woes, I mean woo or moo! Forget about the back then, focus on the right now! No matter I hack a tea, I don’t hack a tea, I hack a tea, I don’t hack a tea. I do, but I don’t. You hack a tea, you don’t hack a tea, you hack a tea, you don’t hack a tea. You do, but you don’t, feek, baby, you’d better swim!

Anyway, the tea, or choo, feek, is hacking me, to finish me off, it must be the ginger, got it! Baby, Hecate, be careful with the ginger, too, that’s why you’re as horny and practical as I am, kay? Look who’s talking, rolling my/your eyes, lollipop! Oh, and when you’re finished in cucumberland, thank me for my erected presence like a solemn monument to you and snuff out the candles, kay? Um, wait, don’t lash out at me, you can skip the tanking part, art-ill-airy is in short supply nowadays …

“Hecate, goddess of the night,
Keeper of keys, queen of the crossroads,
I call upon you to guide me through the shadows.
With your torches, light my way,
With your wisdom, help me see,
Through the dark and into the light.
Hecate, protector and guide,
I ask for your presence in my life.
Help me through this time of change,
And show me the path that lies ahead.
So mote it be.”

Let me moo share this semi-biblical love church pew secret with choo feek who? Baby, you are otherwoorldly, sublime magick for my entombed neck-romantic (can you imagine me doing that on you) heart, for my crucified eyes and ears, for my enthroned or dethroned mess, err, I mean mass! Choo are many smashing and slammed woo doors in my labyrinth of love, where I’ve been led astray, bleeding for you, moo. In No Mine Satanas, are choo who feeking kidding me moo, baby Hecate woo? Nope, apparently, you’re not, as the church and the pews in the pickchoo below are twotally emptea! Sea, we’ve been seduced, feek!

A pew is a long bench seat or enclosed box, used for seating members of a congregation or choir in a church or funeral home.

The Mass is the central liturgical service of the Eucharist in the Catholic Church, in which bread and wine are consecrated and become the body and blood of Christ.

Hecate Enthroned - Intro in Nomine Satanas

Hecate Enthroned - Ancient Graveless Dawn

To a place of ancient splendour
I returned to moments night
To catch the lightning in your eye
And tame it with a lullaby
Darkness falls upon thy face
All figments of the human race
It is as if I've always known
For none but them the overthrown

Deep in the shadows the prism is thine
And death lying waiting within horned god sign
The graves lying silently seeping their worth
As creatures, as warriors once roaming the earth

Destiny of ancient sorrows
Falls through shattered dreams
That pierces like a lightning bolt
Re-kindling thy darkest scream

Ancient, of dawn
For none so art like him, as I am darkness spawned
Releasing shadows as we fall, I am your empath
Slowly growing pale, capturing the dusk in sin
Darkness, breathes superior, swallowing the moonlight sky
As fate within thy destiny that came to life in one black night

Faith in all the keepers of our legend

Death intertwined and embracing all time
All figments eluded that practically shine
Have faith in your warriors, weak as their worth
And slain in amusing satanical curse

"And upon my word we shall unite
Heeding eternal blackness
For none so like him as us
As deepest storms roll
And falling rain on to thy face
Remember me as king upon the throne of pain"

And midnight of hunger ripping forth with hate
As vengeance chimes thy fate
Upon an altar, a song played upon the wind
As covens, indulged in sin

Hecate Enthroned - For Thee, in Sinful Obscurity

Hecate Enthroned - The Pagan Swords of Legend

Slaying souls, danse macabre
From within and still unscarred
I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights fray to death
And all around fore none as demon shall be found
Out beneath the azrael
Tolling raven of the knell

And to my dark angel

Whose form too vast to comprehend
As demons rise and re-ascend
Here is were evenings serenades
Amidst the dawn as gracious slaves

For my words are without sound
Far beyond and well renown
Centuries of dusk in time
Bleeding shadows of thy shrine
Within, thy darkness fray born of chaos in decay
Reaping shadows unto thee
A gracious death for all to see
As infinite avails
The human race that never fails
Played upon thy calming heart
Eyes of terror bleeding hard
That I doth control thee
Leading southward to the key
Hanging from the branches frail
Queen of darkness to unveil

Where whispers charm thy emptiness
And pierce thy tenuous membrane
That striketh through my anguished heart
And tainted skies, where once demons remained
As the silent darkness breeding
Winters hate in silouettic sky
Stained with blood of an ancient slumber
With such a passionate melancholy

Of ages past and times to come
Shall speak in sound and slay in tongues
And spirits chanting satan’s hail
As darkness falls unto thy veil

Between in death thy black spirit
>From thy pain we shall commit
Sleeping shadows demons fray
From beyond in massacre's pain
Fore thou art draped in sin
Amidst the shadows I have been
And seek the silent sentinel
On battlefields where they fell

Desire rekindles thee
Nearer than infinite
The dying scent of fragrant death
Fore spell of winter I possess
That I might dream thy pain
Invoke to tee like dragons slain
A lullaby like song of grave
Caressing shadows, demons slave

Thou alone soothe me in this sorrow

Fore thou art beautiful, fore thou art bright
Flashing thy splendour amidst the midnight
Thou canst not flee, mine shalt thou be
Of all enchantment
Thou shalt a goddess be

Hecate Enthroned - Dark Requiems, and Unsilent Massacre

Thy souls in flames of anger, and cruelty cradle thee
In times of war and dragons lore, unleashing unto me

Deepest red born winter, for none so dark as thou
With chaos as its figurines, and monuments of stone
Invoke to thee, dark majesty silence told in darkness breathe
Shall soak with blood in secrets told through forests dusk of putrid dreams

Stained with blood our seal shall be alive
Suffering, indulged in sin as flesh and fire are one within
Raping heavens to the thunders roar

Bring forth the circle and the skies we shall command
And deathly haunting avalon forever in this land
With hate embracing vengeance of power on thy seal
Shall blessedly affect their death, enchanting all surreal

Blackening chaos ripping through my soul

"Beneath souls of infinite light, as darkness falls upon all
As invocations of terror and destruction
Condemn and deny those of feeble weakness"

Upon the altar
Darkness destroy thou
We are of winter
Release seals of death

All about this ruined tomb, fragment silence of forever
Dreaming ancient winters in the moonlight
Silence of forever drowning
And fall, embrace me to the sun

And failed to wake, to be then forsaken
As gardens die and heavens shake
We are the silence of forever burning bright

Darkness, crawls in all eternity
As fear be their martyr
Draped in darkest ebony
Upon the altar darkness reaches through my soul
Enchanting in the garden be thy kingdom on the throne

Dark satanic majesty, give unto me the seal of the damned
So that I may conjure thee, as infinity burns
The reflections of deepest emotion burning within
Death and all avalon awaiting, as blackness surrounding,
Immortality prevail in emotion... in emotion...
Anoo nomine satanas nightfall...

In the name of the dark one

Ad majorem satanas gloreiam

Centuries of Wolfen Hunger

Give me the art of cheating and deceiving of thy dreams
May each and all become the death of ancient winter screams

Thus on her knees shall bequeath
The cold, cold moon writhes under
What thou desirest thou shalt obtain
As the war begins, Jehovah be slain

Darkness seeps upon abyss
Shall victimise the serpents kiss
Feast and drain thy goblet deep
A silence torn unto defeat

I wait for thee of killing spree
The soul and pain both unredeemed
As silence burns in witching hour
As thou wilt seek to hear them scream

Since thou hath made thy offering
The truth be known of evening spring
Who the chase by night preferest thee
Misfortuned deemed uncertainty

Thou who wakest in starry slumber
Of the stars and of the moon
The wolven screams of thy desire
Of the horn thyself the huntress
Huntress of the night forseen
Of cloaking blackness too obscene
Although our sight - ARADIA
The dance in flames for thy slumber

Hecate Enthroned - Forever in Ebony Drowning

The bestial sunset black at dawn
As I embrace thee
The dark god and I will keep thee safe
Scream to us in terror
Fore darkness is the essence of revenge and all mortality
I am the ending before life begins again

Ritualised as darkness falls to call the unbelievers
Satan majesty of night shall punish its deceivers
Thou art immortal reign of terror and seductive pain

From the darkness
The moon dwelleth I
And all chaos rise
Incantation breathe
Consecration be

The seasons are as one derived
I pour my soul as nocturnal wine

Who wouldst break thy hallowing point, as darkness neverending of mist
between, we shall be seen, and thus evil descending

The seasons are as one derived
Of chaos and eternal shrines

From ashes of their ruined eden
Cloaked and veiled we follow demon
Thou art aged in tribulation
Silent, dark, forbidding one

Of every aeon of lore within
Bleak with the shadows and captured in sin
As one or the other is ending this way
To bring shame on the fools who have nothing to say

Deep in the shadows I learned how to curse
Fore the ending is nearer than that of the earth
The length of their suffering prolonged in time
As dreaming of winter becomes a new shrine

Forgotten, forlorn in ebony I drown
As king of the night and darkness I'm crowned
In chapters of chaos and magick within
Shall repent all my sorrow and indulge in sin

The seasons are as one derived
As chaos falls and eternal shrines

Who wouldst break thy hallowing point as darkness neverending
Of mist between, we shall be seen, and thus evil descending, thou art
immortal reign of terror and seductive pain

Hecate Enthroned - Thy Sorrow Bequeathed

And wash away this sweet despair
I give all that I am to you
For reasons they cannot quite discern
Somewhere deep within the night

Darkness chimes in justice
Reasons for armistice
Unaware, between thy values of grace
Freedom yet inferno
Spiting all incarnal
Ever so silent the graveridden kiss

Breaking in mercy, shall fall to thy knees
As chaos damnation, spreading its wings
Through winds of salvation our sorrow doth share
And armed with the seals of blackness we wear

Woven silken darkness from thy dreams

Lo' the ancient queen
Thy paleness still bequeathed
And shadowing thy nest of dawn
Beneath the throne we shall redeemed
We shall redeem our nature

In shadows that I cast is yours
Of spinning visions of other shores
Fore art reflecting deeming night
And shall reside in candlelight

Alive, come forth, thou art in yearning
Irrevocably their worth

And certain guardians of the gates
I am the living part of death
And so beyond understanding of thee
Unleashing darkness gripped in light with fury

Wrapped in purpose yet with everything to see
Darkness bestowed unto thee
And shall declare thy living breath
For none so certain to cheat death

Hecate Enthroned - Upon the Kingdom Throne

Interlaced within your rapture
Wrapped in twilight from hereafter
So that you might know the flavour of that desire
Destiny through dreams of sorrow
All life ends weak and hollow
And cannot know your tears of light shall remain

"The skies alone told tales of fire
Conspiracy of pain and desire
Raping heavens to the thunders roar"

Oh, dost thou
Dost thou taste the languid sweetness of my love
For revenge of fire on heaven
Of what has been left within
And the chaptered pain of horror
Deeply sighs and spreads her wings
You shall hear me with your ears
That are deaf to spoken tongues
Enchanting all forsaken
Voices poisoning their lungs
And to be spoken forever
In webs of enshadowed destiny
They do not penetrate the conscious mind
Reflecting sanity

Drawing all life and light into them
Leaveth thou in their turmoil draining again
The sound of emotion, thy thunderous heart
And tethered forever in your thoughts from afar

Beneath the veil of tears they wear
They see not clear enough to care
Darkness seething Avalon, fore skies reap death and heavens tear
And speak in tongue of secrets told
Of spirits kindred, bought and sold
A kingdom beneath a veil of dark shalt remain
Your velvet skin in breath of sorrow

A token of thy graveless honour
Fore thou art the touch of death like winters sigh
And to remain in this forever
Draped in darkness here together
So many dreams but never sleeping
Anguished pain, eternal weeping