At the time of the dark moon (which was some time last week now for those that don’t know) I celebrated Hekate’s Deipnon. It was the first religious observance I have done since living here.
In the daytime I cleaned the entire flat, which is a serious achievement, as this place is absolutely disgusting. I did everybody’s washing up (I washed plates which I am almost certain have been there since the dawn of time), put everything away, disinfected surfaces, vacuumed and tidied. All of this I did whilst feeling shitty and getting dizzy if I stood up for too long.
In the evening I purified my new room for the first time with bay leaves and then set up a temporary altar. I offered incense, an egg, cake and libations, and asked for blessings and protection for the coming month. I started as I mean to carry on. I live alone now so I have no excuse not to honour the gods correctly beyond my own laziness.
In addition to this, I explained a little about the Deipnon to my boyfriend, Dave. He knows I practice a religion that he can’t pronounce (and thinks I’m crazy), and knows a few basics; but I figured it’s about time that I start going into a little more detail about the specifics. I actually used the term ‘shit your pants scary’ to describe Hekate, and I stand by that description!! Haha
When the ritual was over and it was time to pack away the altar, I felt sad. I realised how much of a hassle it would be to have to set up an altar every time I wanted to do anything, plus I really love having an altar space permanently. So there, at midnight and on a whim, I decided to rearrange my entire room to accommodate a space where I can have some sort of altar. It is a lower bookshelf, and is less of a working space and more of a ‘sacred storage zone’ where I can keep my sacred items on show at all times and can reach for them and use them every day. Pictures soon!