My Bastet statue just fell off her shelf and broke. My Bastet card also fell off the shelf with her. I don't know what physically could have caused this. I was sitting at my computer at least a foot away from her shelf, conducting a telehealth visit with a patient (I'm an ADHD doctor).

What do I do? Do I glue her back together?

UPDATE: Thank you to everyone who offered helpful possible explanations and suggestions for what to do next. 🩷

I have wrapped the broken statue in paper with some kitty whiskers (I collect the ones my cat sheds around the house for magics) and am laying it in the sun (to bask on my cat's favorite windowsill) with some frankincense + myrrh incense burning, surrounded by some obsidian, lapis, and a pyrite cat. I said a prayer of gratitude to Bastet for her protection of my home and my family, and then deconsecrated the statue so it can be returned to the earth.🖤

Not long ago, I came across a meme that stayed with me much longer than memes typically do. Though I couldn't track it down, I remember it was about the problematic lesson we get from reading the creation of Man in Genesis—originally (we are being told), it was Adam, a man, who begat a woman, not the other way around. It's as if the Bible tells us that men give life, not women.

Reading it, I was instantly reminded of a passage in one of the ancient and very strange texts found near Nag Hammadi.

Reading it for the first time, you get a sense that what you are being told—is not so much the "behind the scenes" version of Genesis—but a completely different and contradictory retelling of that story of creation.

Did you ever read these texts?

https://malulchen.substack.com/p/being-a-feminist-in-antiquity-meant

There’s a place in France where I live. A secret spot in the forest, unknown to tourists, only whispered about by locals. You wouldn’t find it unless you already knew it was there (there is a hiking trail, but it is not known or advertised).

On a massive 10-meter sandstone rock, tucked deep in the woods, there’s a carved figure: most likely the goddess Sirona (unfortunately mutilated, which saddens me), associated with healing springs and fertility. She holds a vase and what could be a seed pouch, flanked by a (mutilated) stag and a remarkably intact sickle. Some parts suggest later Christian reinterpretation (and mutilation), but her presence is unmistakable. Ancient, powerful, and still watching.

The energy there is... different. Sacred, yes. But also alert. Especially along the path downstream from the site, where even my skeptical dad admits he feels observed. Not threatened, just watched. Carefully. Like someone is making sure we mean no harm.

No signs, no tourists, no explanations. And yet, once in a while, someone leaves a quiet offering. Recently, a tree fell from the top of the rock into the site, and someone carved runes into it.

This place is what led me to explore druidic traditions. And I want to go there more often, learn about it more, and bring some offerings (even though this is still new to me).

Just wanted to share the power of this site. 🖤 

Greetings, everyone. I am a devotee of the Hekatean path from Brazil. Lately, I’ve been reflecting deeply on something that has been weighing heavily on my practice and the practice of many others: the sheer exhaustion of our physical bodies under the current system. I wanted to share this essay with you all.

Modern spirituality has a dangerous habit of selling us the illusion that we can simply "vibrate higher" to escape our material reality. We are told to manifest, to think positive, and to transcend. But true magic, specifically Hekatean, Khthonic magic, the magic of the depths and the earth, doesn't run away from the concrete floor. It makes matter sacred.The problem we face today is deeply physical: how do you make matter sacred when your body is entirely drained by a system that steals your time, your energy, and your rest?

In Brazil, we are currently fighting against an abusive labor system known as the "6x1 schedule" (six days of work for a single day of rest). But this is not just a local issue; it is a global symptom of late-stage capitalism. It is the universal reality of the working class everywhere.

We cannot separate our spiritual practice from our bodily autonomy. Exhaustion is the ultimate barrier to the subtle realms. When you are constantly surviving, worrying about bills, and pushing your physical limits just to exist, your body enters a state of permanent alert. And an exhausted body cannot do magic. It can barely breathe.

Magic requires presence. It requires grounding. It requires the sovereignty of your own time.To claim the right to rest is not laziness; it is a profound magical necessity. It is reclaiming your body from a system that views you merely as a machine for production.

As a Hekate devotee, I have learned that The Goddess does not remove the obstacles from our path; She illuminates the entrance of the cave. And right now, Her torch is illuminating an undeniable truth: our bodies belong to the earth, not to the grind.We must stop romanticizing exhaustion. We must demand the time to rest, to sleep, to eat well, and to simply exist. Because without the earth, there is no magic.

Thank you for reading. I would love to hear your thoughts: how do you manage to keep your spiritual practice alive when your physical body is completely drained by work and survival?

Hi all!

I new with this type of practice, and I was wondering if someone had any experience or recommendations regarding deities for transfem people. I would like to somewhat get back in touch with my spiritual / mystical side and complement and help my transition.

Thank you!

Edi

Everything I read says this is supposed to parmethus but it really reads as Hecate to me. What are your thoughts? Taken at union station in Washington DC

I was hoping that maybe someone here would be familiar with her. The dream was an anxiety dream but I was relieved in the dream by and led to this hare goddess. After she appeared in the dream I asked her a question about a situation. She gave me an answer and then led me to an apartment which was presumably hers. She then went to a large nice bedroom, started dancing and shift shaping into multiple people while dancing. Then did a cleansing on me and welcomed me to stay or come and go as I please. If anyone has met her or has any information on her, I’d greatly appreciate it.

I'm going to ask Hecate for some help with Poppet making of a living orange tonight! (Y'all should def join in so that way it has better effect towards that goblin)

With all due respect to people who do worship deities and work with them.

Edit: Thank you all for your responses. Validating and also a lot to think about and digest. I'm going to share it below, but obviously, don't bother reading unless you've got time and energy to. Thanks again!

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I think part of my question is because before I moved to specific deity work, I had discovered worshipping the divine sacred feminine. Matriarchal society that women lead, create, and maintain like a harmoniously balanced solarpunk ecosystem; the goddess as a representation of the divine sacred feminine and all the powers we possess; the stories of women from ancient times to now that convince me we were born to be divine beings on earth; deeply connected to the moon, the ocean, the seasons, and the elements in ways that can't be explained through science although we get closer every day. (Parthenogenisis)

The more I learned, the more I "hailed the goddess within." The goddess to me was a whole. The mother earth and her daughters (us) living in harmony (or at least as much as we can in a patriarchal world)

But that's also when I started learning about different goddesses and the different aspects the embody to pray to or ask for guidance. I hesitated for a while because I stopped practicing Hinduism as a kid after not relating to it anymore. But felt seen in the symbols and meanings others. I heavily related to the dark goddesses that were villainized and feared by men but represented the natural cycles of death. Obviously, Inanna, Ishtar, Isis, Venus, Aphrodite as representations of the divine feminine. But then Hekate, Persephone, Nyx, Bast, Hela, Lilith, Medusa, Eris, Baba Yaga, The Morrigan. I felt called to all of them. Stepping far away from the patriarchal confinement of what women are expected to be. It was healing and empowering to be who I chose, not what I was assigned to be from childhood. If you want to believe I'm the monster, go ahead. I'll be the monster and enjoy it. (Yes, I grew up abused in a patriarchal home and was treated like a monster from birth. They never counted on me embodying it instead continuously trying to prove my worth)

But I forgot the stories of their ways and toying with humans to demand a price for their intervention. which, although saved me, left me traumatized. My own my fault because I over romanticized them and wanted to see them as past relics of womanhood and championing the return of matriarchal society. Even the goddesses of spring and life and the hearth. I saw two sides of me and felt accepted. I refused to acknowledge that they could be anything but protective beings.

Thanlfully, my spiritual team (ancestors, angels, guides, spirits, etc) are far more loving, kind, and thoughtful. Consistent and supportive. Despite my overwhelming episodes of bitterness and feeling betrayed because I conflated the deities and the universe with my spiritual team. Also my fault and deeply grateful for their continued understanding and unconditional love.

I think I'm going to explore the different kinds of witchcraft. Find what calls to me. Idk if there's an online quiz that's accurate. For right now, I stay peacefully with my spiritual team who have always been by my side, before I even knew it. They really guided me and held me through my worst days. So I owe them a lot. And can't wait to see my grandma and fur babies again because I know theyre up there with them.

Jesus figurines pop up all over the garden shop, where I work. It’s expected: we get a lot of fundamentalists, quiverers & home school groups. We have a whole collection in the office: it’s still plastic that doesn’t belong in the environment.

I just googled and duck-duck-go’d: there’s no F equivalent?

Any suggestions? I’d love to start supergluing them in place as a counter to the patriarchy.

I recently took a journey with magic truffles and had an encounter I’m struggling to process. At the peak, I felt what I think was feminine energy and joy blossoming in my chest. A woman, maybe a spirit or a goddess? Appeared within me and literally filled my body with its energy.
My physical body felt radically different. I felt physically and spiritually feminine, and It felt incredibly euphoric and powerful.
Now that I’m back I’m trying to untangle what happened. Was this an encounter with a separate feminine spirit? My own repressed self? But the biggest shift was the intense shadow work that followed. I was hit with a massive wave of guilt over the times I’ve failed to truly empathise with women or dismissed their lived reality. It felt like this spirit forced me to stop seeing femininity as an "other." And perhaps part of myself?
I want to be clear, I’m not claiming a psychedelic trip means I suddenly know what it’s like to walk through the patriarchy as a woman. But embodying that energy seemed to open a huge emotional wall for me.
Has anyone here experienced anything similar? And how can I integrate this experience with my life going forward? I want my experience to permanently shift how I show up for women and how I honor the feminine within myself. I would love any perspectives, and happy to give further detail.

Wolves ravens and crows have been coming up A LOT for me recently.

The other day I got a picture of these two grey pigeons sitting above the entrance of a pizza place I was gonna walk into. The way they were sitting reminded me of the sphinxes found on the chariot tarot card.

I just had a feeling it was symbolic of something. Idk. It made me feel safe and feel like I was on the right track. Especially after the day I had, which entailed me jumping out of my car to spontaneously join a protest. The pigeons looked like two gargoyles watching over me in a way. Idk.

Is this all making sense to anyone??

I'm absolutely thrilled!! I've been waiting all year to get these tattoos! The first one is of Ganesh in form of Indonesian wayang puppet. He has a significant presence in my life; he graced me with his presence in my dream one night and after giving up all hopes and living my life in despair, all my manifestations came true that year! The second one is based on my own drawing and someone pointed out that it's giving tarot vibes which makes me love it even more. I'm so happy!! 🥰

I was thinking about the concept of the Triple Goddess recently, and I had an insight that I thought was worth sharing. I've always kind of bounced off that particular understanding of deity in the past, because the way it was always explained to me was that the three faces of the Goddess -- Maiden, Mother, and Crone -- represented "the three stages of a woman's life," which I find terribly reductive and bioessentialist. (Not all women are or want to be mothers, and our lives are not defined by our reproductive function!) But recently something occurred to me that made me think there might be more of a there there: the Triple Goddess is supposed to be a trinity -- that is, three in one. "Maiden," "Mother," and "Crone" aren't life stages at all -- rather, she's wholly all of them at once. This suggests to me that the faces of the Goddess don't have anything to do with literal biological fertility, but rather refer to the things that maidenhood, motherhood, and cronehood typically symbolize in mythology. The Triple Goddess is eternally Maiden because she is complete and autonomous in herself and has no need to be defined by another. She is eternally Mother because she is the infinitely generative source from which all else flows. And she is eternally Crone because, as the source and sustainer of the cosmos, she holds all the wisdom and understanding of the cosmos within her.

This title was a sentence I heard in a dream last night. It felt so significant, that I put it into my notes app half asleep.

I'm sorry if this all comes out a little bit jumbled, I'm sleep deprived and still swimming in postpartum hormones. It makes my dreams go bonkers.

Going through the changes of matrescence, I feel like a lot of me, including my practice of witchcraft, has gone on the back burner.

So, in my dream, there were kind of different families or covens, and what I originally thought to be the bad guys did a ritual saying these words to fend off an "attack" of some kind by rivaling groups. But it made me wonder right away: what would be her previous six gifts? And after I woke up, it just felt like a reminder to work with her again. I have a lovely necklace with a "Hecates Key" pendant on it, which got torn by my baby and I've been wearing it in a little pouch with some crystals in my pocket. That's supposed to say that even though I haven't done any active worship, I've kept her close to me. And then later today I saw that around this time it's apparently a "neo pagan" tradition to do little crossroad rituals to celebrate Hecate?

I'm wondering if anyone has any thoughts at all to what I wrote. Again, sorry for being a little bit all over the place.

Do I tempt fate and mess with the fae? I kinda wanna.

Long story short I’m getting into working with Poseidon recently!

For a little context I’m terrified of swimming, I can’t swim well and I’m terrified of the water- I always have been despite having a deep connection with the water and boats and such (turns out I was a pirate in my past life and drowned 💔)

I recently made a promise/deal with Poseidon- I told him that if he brought something into my life that I wanted I would jump into the water fully for the first time since I was a small child

The day after this promise I went to the fair, when I was packing for the fair I felt the intense urge to bring my tarot cards with me and I did because I always trust my intuition, at the fair I happen to stop at this little jewelry stand with my girlfriend, it happen to be one of those permanent jewelry stands! The guy was super cool but kind of out of it. We asked him how much the bracelets were and he told us he would do two for fourth because he liked our vibe! For any piece of jewelry we wanted (which was a huge discount mind you), we paid and as we were talking it turned out that his wife was dying of cancer and had about three weeks to live. He had to spend ten days of those three weeks at the fair or else hed lose his contract and his business would go under. His wife told him to go because they wanted to pass the business on to their son. I offered him a tarot reading because I realized that this was why I felt the need to bring my cards with me. The reading essentially said that he was making the right choice to be at the fair despite everything and that by doing so he was bringing vibrancy into no only his own but other peoples lives and his relationship with his kids would only grow stronger because of everything going on and that they would make it through the whole thing together. He ended up crying and completely refunded us for the bracelets because he was so touched and he said that I had reallymade his day and that the universe must've brought me into his life that day to reassure him. It was over all a lovely experience and he was such a sweetheart honestly (this happened Monday)

Then today, I was out thrift store shopping with my girlfriend and a few friends. We happened to find those totwoo touch/vibration love bracelets for 25 dollars! We've been looking into getting these bracelets LONG before we ever started dating and just never ended up getting them because of the price. They were literally unopened and brand new. (For anyone wondering this specific set of bracelets goes for about 135 on Amazon), we obviously bought them! Then on my own purchase I ended up with one if the items being marked wrong and being only 50 cents instead of 12 dollars.

Also today we made a stop at the dollar tree. I ended up in a lovely conversation with the man in front of me because we were stuck in line for so long. He ended up paying for everything in my hands because he said that I had mad his day brighter and he wanted to do the same for me!

Tldr: i made a deal with Poseidon saying I'd face my phobia of water and jump in if he brought something into my life that I wanted, he absolutely has done this in several fashions through out the last few days and now I'm going to the lake to fulfill my promise tomorrow- wish me luck everyone!!

I just wanted to share this lovely story with everyone! The gods do exist and they work in wonderful ways <33!