Deep roots of Love

Lately I’ve had Hecate come to me in signs. So I’ve listened, I learnt. Anubis has been a deity present for me for quite some time, but visiting an Anubis chapel in Egypt I understood the connection. Goddess of crossroads and God of thresholds. Although they are different shades of grey they both move between the light and darkness, I think so do I. And this moment in my life is definitely a crossroads as I prepare for my first plant medicine journey next week. This one is a little more personal than I normally share, but I think this message not only applies to me.

My heart lights my own way, I hear. Into the darkness we go. Are we delving into the shadows? Yes. I see dark in my mind, me holding a fire torch. I am not afraid. My light is bright. Hecate will guide me. She is here. She is so strong. A mighty woman. She protects me.

It’s quiet in the shadows. I am not being shown much else. There doesn’t seem to be monsters or obstacles. Nothing hiding in the shadows. At least not where I’m standing. But I’m curious, because there is no light anywhere. It’s night. It’s the darkness, which is just natural, obviously. The unnatural thing is my torch, let’s say...

Am I being shown that there is no need to be afraid? Yes.

Am I being shown that the shadow is just a normal part of nature? Yes.

Are we here to light up the space? Yes.

I need to shine brighter. I am alone in this space. There is no others around me. I realise it’s the balance of light and darkness that’s wrong, the darkness is fine. It’s natural. But the balance is off. I have more light to give, to show, to shine, to lead. So others can see my torch.

Journey into my heart. Light it up. So I can see the space. So much to see. So much air to feel. But it is all hidden in this pitch black dark. I understand, Hecate.

Anything else?

Your power is vast, like the darkness you stand in now. Learn to move through it with comfort. Learn to live in the shadows. You belong in the thresholds. Like us. Not black, not white. Forever finding the greys. One can’t exist without the other.

Anubis. Very quiet jackal. You know what you’re doing. I will watch you and support the companionship of a canine.

I smell burnt. I think it’s the boats around me, the pollution. But it’s quite a timely moment. Burn it all. What doesn’t serve, let it light up the darkness, the fears, the sorrows or lakes. Fertile for new land to rise. Like dry land that now has water. Like water activated by sunlight.

It’s all a cycle. The never-ending cycle of life. A big… Nourish your hearts with love too. We need not just darkness but also love to keep us warm, to keep us afloat. Balance this. The depth with lightness. Don’t let it become loneliness. It would be too much. The power is overcoming this. Not drowning.

Thank you. Lots of love.

And as they say this, I feel it coming through. Not like the stereotype that we have of pink beautiful love. But I feel it black, deep, full of strength, dense, underground. Like from this type of love comes before everything else. The roots of the trees, the depths of the oceans. The foundings where now we build. We build the layers of lighter, more joyful stuff. Layers that will come out onto the surface slowly. Pierce the ground with their strength and shine through. Find the light so it can find others and be shared.

Like a tree that grows in a forest, a flower in a meadow. It takes first a denser layer, under the soil, the base. We tend to think life starts from the soil, but no, underneath, there is roots. So much underground: the minerals, the water, the food, that keeps that tree alive. Like the sunken bottom of an iceberg that nobody sees.

And we keep building on top of the soil. And now I see the symbology of new layers of sand in the desert. Just keep piling up every day, every year, building beautiful love that we all experience in different levels.

Thank you both.

Conversation with Hecate (Greek Goddess of Witchcraft, Necromancy & Crossroads) and Anubis (Egyptian Goddess of Mummification, Funerary rites and Thresholds)