Hey, loves. Pull up a chair. This one is ancient.
Today is May 13th. If you lived in Rome two thousand years ago, you'd be barefoot right now.
Tonight is the final night of the Lemuria — Rome's festival of the restless dead. Held on May 9, 11, and 13, this wasn't costumes and candy. This was midnight ritual.
Ovid describes the rite: at midnight, the head of the household rises barefoot. Washes his hands in spring water. Fills his mouth with black beans. Walks through the house throwing them over his shoulder — never looking back — repeating nine times:
"Haec ego mitto; his redimo meque meosque fabis." "I send these; with these beans, I redeem me and mine."
Then he washes again, takes a bronze basin, and beats it as loud as he can, shouting: "Ancestral spirits, depart!"
The spirits they feared were the lemures — souls who died violently, too young, or without proper burial. Restless. Unfinished. Wandering without a door to pass through.
Sound familiar?
Because Hekate stands at exactly that door.
The Greeks called her Psychopompe — Soul-Guide. Rome banged pots and threw beans to drive spirits away. Hekate doesn't drive them away. She walks them through. Torch in one hand. Key in the other.
We're three days from the Deipnon — New Moon in Taurus, May 16. The Lemuria ends just as the Deipnon approaches. One tradition banishes the dead. The other honors the goddess who walks beside them.
❤️🔥 Torchlight For Today ❤️🔥
"I send these; with these beans, I redeem me and mine." — Ovid, Fasti, Book V
👇 Wednesday prompt: The Lemuria asks — what restless thing is still haunting your house? Not a ghost. A thought. A habit. A grief you haven't tended. Name it below. Three days until the Deipnon sweeps it clean. I’ll start.
En Erebos, Phos. In darkness, light.
Blessings, Tirza 🌿🗝️🌙
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