I'm stepping back from Skool today and tomorrow. My little one turns one, and we're throwing him a Silly Goose birthday. Expect honking, waddling, far too much cake, and one very loved baby goose at the center of it all. 🪿 So here's a small spell you can speak over any child, any beginning, any life turning its first full circle: 🕯️ One year of breath, one year of light, grow bold by day and safe by night; whatever roads your small feet find, may love walk close and stay behind. 👇 Who or what is turning a first year in your life right now? Name it below — I'll read every one when I'm back Monday. En Erebos, Phos. In darkness, light. Blessings, Tirza 🌿🗝️🌙 #SpellSaturday #SillyGoose #FirstYear

So question for the group. I bought the book Hekate by Nikita Gill. It’s a novelization and retelling of Hekate’s story. I was thinking of reading it aloud to Hekate in the evenings to see what She thinks of it and maybe to bond more with Her. But maybe that’s a dumb idea? Idk. It just occurred to me that maybe She’d like to know what’s being written about Her.

Tomorrow we gather at the dark of the moon— Deipnon, Hekate's own night, when the old is swept away and the threshold stands open. Bring your intentions, your questions, your quiet. 🌑🗝️ 🕯️ Tomorrow · 5:00-6:00 PM EST — Skool Call Come as you are. Candle optional, presence essential. 👇 Reply with one word for what you're clearing at this dark moon — I'll hold space for each of them tonight. I’ll go first. See you at the crossroads. En Erebos, Phos. In darkness, light. Blessings, Tirza 🌿🗝️🌙 #NewMoon #CovenCircle #HekateanHealing

Still stepping back today. The Silly Goose party went so well, and now we're soaking up family time before my little one's actual first birthday on Tuesday. With family in town, I’ll be with them.🪿 The crossroads keeps; so does the quiet. A soft one before the week turns: 👇 What's one thing from this past week you want to carry forward, and one you're ready to set down at the crossroads? Back Monday for Moon-day Torch Talk. Rest well, loves. En Erebos, Phos. In darkness, light. Blessings, Tirza 🌿🗝️🌙 #SundayCheckIn #Crossroads #HekateanHealing

Today we step onto the Underworld Floor. So before we walk it, let's do what any traveler does before a hard journey: read the map. Because the Greeks left us one, older than almost anything in writing. 🌊 The border. The living world ends at water. Homer's dead cross Oceanus, the river that encircles the whole earth, to reach the entrance. Past it lie the underworld's own rivers. The Greeks named five, each one a feeling. Styx, the river of hatred and unbreakable oaths, the one even the gods swear by. Acheron, the river of woe. Cocytus, the river of wailing, from the word to lament. Phlegethon, the river of fire, blazing toward the deep. And Lethe, the river of forgetting, whose water empties the dead of everything they carried in life. 🕯️The ferry and the gate. At the Styx waits Charon, the ferryman, who takes only those who can pay—which is why the dead were buried with coins. Those who can't pay wander the near bank, unquiet. Past the water stands Cerberus, the three-headed hound, guarding the gate so the dead stay in and the living stay out. 🖤The floor itself. Beyond the gate spread the Asphodel Meadows. It’s the vast grey plain where most of the dead simply are, neither punished nor blessed, drifting. Below that yawns Tartarus, the pit of punishment, and off to the side lies Elysium, the resting place of the blessed. Three destinations. One realm. All of it under Hades. And here's what I want us to carry down. Read this map psychologically and it stops being geography. The underworld is the unconscious. It’s the vast, submerged country of everything you've buried, repressed, or refused to look at. The rivers, the ferry, the gate: these are the thresholds between the waking ego and the deep material below it. And thresholds are Hers. In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, when Persephone is taken down, it's Hekate who hears the cry and comes to grieving Demeter with a torch, telling her the truth of where her daughter went. When Persephone returns, the Hymn names Hekate her "minister and companion" — the one who walks beside her on the road down and the road back. Persephone is the psyche that must descend to become whole. Hekate is the light you carry so the descent doesn't swallow you.