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A prayer

Hallows winds blow ’round me
Hallows winds protect me
Hallows winds go with me
I take this journey out of love
Be with me as we do difficult things
We travel in love
Carrying with us the blessings
Of sisterhood
We are sending a sister
Into your arms, dear Brighid
Kind Hecate
Healing Quan Yin
Let us be her strength
Let her know she is loved
Let her be calm knowing
She is never alone
She is being born again
in the Summerland
May a new sun shine above her
May a new moon watch over her
May the new stars guide her
Let the loved ones who meet her
Know she was loved to the end
May they greet her with welcoming arms
May they teach her new ways
May she remember us
We will miss her
We have loved her
We have held her spirit
And it is beautiful
May she feel no pain
As she passes from us
May she be healed
In her new body
May she be blessed
Bless us as we hold the space
Bless us as we do hard things
Bless our tears
They are because she is loved
Bless our tears
We will miss her
Bless our tears
And let them cleanse us
Death is a passage
We can’t walk yet
It is not our test yet
So we watch for her
So we protect her
So we love her
Let the wings of Isis enfold her
Let the cloak of Brighid cover her
Let the ways of Elen guide her
So mote it be.

BunniHotep meets Baba Yaga

Once upon a time BunniHoTep was in her Temple dusting the altar because it was the Priestesses day off when she heard a strange booming noise. The noise was coming closer and closer and started to shake the Temple a small bit. BunniHoTep went running outside into the twilight to see the strangest sight.

There standing on 4 immense chicken legs was a small cabin. On the porch stood a gnarled old woman shading her eyes against the setting sun. She had come from the Northeast and was dressed for a much warmer climate.

She hailed BunniHoTep from her high perch in harsh sounding voice.. “You there! Can you help me?”

BunniHoTep looked dubiously at the woman and her cabin. She had a bad feeling about this but she decided she was probably safe if she stayed away from those big talons. “Yes, what do you need?”, said BunniHotep

“Have you seen a very large pestle? The woman asked.

“A pestle as in mortar and pestle?” Asked BunniHoTep. “ I haven’t seen anything like that around here. Where did you lose it?”

The house was turning this way and that as the woman stood on her porch leaning on a broom. “It somehow got away from me and I need it as a rudder for my flying mortar. My name is Baba Yaga and I’m the guardian spirit of the Waters of Life and Death and the nights this time of year are when I have the most work.” The old woman said. “This is harvest season and it’s my busiest time of year but I can’t fly without that blasted pestle.”

BunniHoTep said carefully, I don’t remember seeing a pestle but there is a new obelisk on the Avenue of the Gods. It came floating down the Nile the other day all by itself. Should we go look? By the way my name is BunniHoTep”

The woman stopped in thought, “Well, it does seem to have a mind of its own some days. I think it’s been hanging around the house too much.” The woman climbed down a ladder that had extended itself from the center of the floor of the cabin. “These old bones don’t get this far south in my travels usually.”

BunniHoTep looked at the woman. She was as wrinkled as the dried apples that came from the northern orchards and she was a lot fairer of face than most Egyptians. She also noticed that the cane the woman had produced was a very long thigh bone. BunniHoTep guided the woman to the Avenue of the Gods and sure enough the last and smallest new obelisk was the pestle. The pestle started to shake as Baba Yaga walked up to and she rapped it smartly when she walked up to it. “You know better than this! We need you at home right now.”

The pestle wrestled itself out of the ground and hopped along with the two goddesses as they walked back to the Temple.

“Where do you come from?” asked BunniHoTep curiously.

“I come from the deep forests of the north where it starts to get very cold this time of year. The souls will start to fly home soon and I need to be there to meet them. I want to thank you for helping me. Anytime you want a visit to the trees. Call for me and I will come but ask the cabin nicely and it will turn for you so the door will open. It gets very cranky when the hero types come and try to break in when all they need to do is ask nicely.” The woman climbed the ladder and the pestle followed her up and sheepishly went into the cabin. If a pestle could look sheepish it is certain this one did.

The house turned three times and walked away to the North. BunniHotep waved to the woman on the porch as long as she could see her. She hopped back into her Temple. That was surely one of the strangest encounters she had ever had she thought to herself. “I think its time for some tea and carrots.” And she hopped toward her awaiting tea.

Grief is a nasty black dog

The most powerful tool to help someone grieve, at least for me, is to just be there. Cry with me. Laugh with me if I have a seemingly inappropriate memory that makes me laugh. Listen to me. If it’s a group loss, hold each other.

For me, grief is a big black ugly dog and I’m sorry but I don’t like dogs. It follows your around. It sneaks up behind you and trips you when you turn around and you didn’t expect it to be there. It widdles on the carpet and you curse as you clean it up. It looks at you as if you have the answer and you don’t and it makes you feel helpless.

When you aren’t looking it bites and it hurts so much and you can try to figure out how to tell it to go away and it won’t. Eventually it may fade away across the moor but you will still hear it howl far away like some hound of the Baskervilles on dark nights when you really don’t want to be alone and it’s frightening.

Grief is cumulative over a life time and every time someone you love dies that damn dog gets bigger. Mine is currently the size of a big dumb Newfoundland and is trying to crawl in my lap again. I don’t want it. It isn’t cute at all. It slobbers.

I know Hecate has hounds but I’m a cat person. Cats are better at knowing when you need solace and when you need to be left alone.

But now the damn dog is back and I hate it.

Be with my heart


Be with my heart

My heart is hurting at the thought of a coming loss

Be with my heart

It remembers too many past losses


My family and friends have left me hehind

I wish them well

They stay in my heart and my memory

Be with my heart


Be with my heart

When they appear in dreams

Be with my heart

When a scent on the wind reminds me


Be with my heart

I hear a song they loved

Be with my heart

When the fall leaves remind me of your coming harvest


Be with my heart

So tied with ribbons of the ones I have loved

Be with my heart

When I see they are behind me… waiting


Be with my heart

My time is not now

Be with my heart

And remind me that time begins anew each morning


Be with my heart

At yet another crossroads

Be with my heart

As it breaks yet again


Be with my heart

Be with our hearts

Be with us now

As we face the dark

Be with my heart




I let you use me for what you need to do

Not just every 20 days but every day

Let me be your flame

Let me be your well


Let me be there for those in need

Let me go with a whole heart

Be thou with me

Let me be your flame


Let me be open to helping

Whether it be a baby duck

Or a human being

Let me be your hands of helping

Let me be your waters


Let me know when to let go

Let me know when not to step in

Let me know when beings

need to take their own path

Let me be your flame


Let me be your hands

Let me be your eyes

Let me be your heart

Let me be your flame

Let me be your flame

Let me be your flame

Kat Robb 04/07/2014

It’s Samhain and Hecate is here

I am ordained to three Goddesses, one of whom is Hecate. I don’t worship her. I work with her when she asks and when it is time she is there. I’m going to be doing it again very soon. It is an honour to be asked to priestess the death of a friend. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much. Life is full of pain and anyone who works with Hecate is a warrior. You have to be to face the veil. Being a warrior is painful, you have to suck up your pain and face it and go through to do what you need to do but you also have to acknowledge that it is hard and you really don’t want to do it because you know what the outcome will be and it’s a bit selfish because you don’t want to lose the person you love so much.

But you have to do it, she will not be in pain any longer. She will not be alone in her head anymore because that is all she has left. She will not have to struggle to communicate what she needs. But yet again her partner and we, her fellow priestesses have to find our way without her except as a memory or as a thought  or presence when we plan anything without her from now on. We know she will be there but losing her hurts like a son of a gun.

It’s not the first time I will do this and it won’t be the last and I won’t be doing it alone. I will be doing it with Di and I know Laura will be standing waiting for Mary on the other side. She will never be alone except when she passes through the veil. There are only two times we ever are truly alone in our lives, when we are born and come through the veil to this existence and when we die and leave this plane but on either side there are people who are waiting to greet us.

Working with Hecate is not for the faint of heart. The day she claimed me I realized she had always been there. Death has been a companion all my life but the day she appeared to me stands out and it always will.

We were up at the West Coast Women’s Music Festival in Yosemite. When all the witches around me  and myself started to feel this awful feeling that I still can’t quite describe and it was clear that person was dying and was terrified. A bunch of were distressed enough to call a friend from the pay phone that we knew had AIDS and we were sure it was him. What we got was a really pissed off high priest who was not dying and berated us mightily because that would not be the way he was going to go.

We were thoroughly chastened and still feeling whoever was broadcasting and broadcasting at the top of his lungs, there were 6 of us who decided to do a circle up at the campfire while everyone else was down at main stage. We sent my Catholic lover at the time away. She couldn’t figure out what the hell we were by that time crying about and was annoying the hell out of all of us. So the six of us went up and sat, 3 empaths and 3 grounders. We sat every other one so every empath had a grounder on either side and we grabbed each other’s hands. We started singing “We all come from the Godddess” to try and get some sort of connection and when we started the verse about Hoof and Horn we got the picture. Two gay men had gone off the road in their car somewhere in the mountains near us. One was dead and the one that was left was screaming to high heavens and every sensitive around could hear something. So we kept singing every soothing chant we could think of and sending energy and peace as much as the 6 of us could. All 6 were very experienced priestesses and that was a lot of energy. By nature grounders do not generally see things, they tend to sense but not see. The three of us empaths looked up and SAW. The campfire area was on the edge of a cliff. It was straight down into a gorge on the other side from where we were sitting and we looked up and saw a hooded woman in black from there. She came toward us and we knew who she was. She came towards us stopped and nodded in a slight bow of acknowledgement and turned and disappeared over the cliff edge. All the energy she we had raised and sent was gone and the broadcasting stopped. Every bit of energy we had was just gone but we knew we had done something special and sacred. It took us a long time to get together enough energy to get back to our campsite. Kate took my lover aside and explained what we had been doing. My lover besides being a staunch Catholic was also a scientist and her scientist brain went into overdrive. She wanted us to do it again so she could see how it worked. That was the minute I decided it was over and I was never going to date a non-pagan again.

The next morning we talked to all the pagans and witches we knew that were there. They had all felt it and some had gotten terrible headaches because of it but we 6 were the only ones to do something about how we felt.

For weeks afterward I searched the news but a car going off the side of a mountain is not big news. I happens every weekend down here in the Angeles National Forest and I can’t imagine it’s any different up in the Sierras. Most of the time unless it’s a really slow news day you never hear about it and I never found anything but it was pretty much pre-internet so it wasn’t going to be easily findable anyway.

That experience was why I became on call hospice clergy at the Pasadena AIDS Service Center.

Hecate has me when she needs me and this Samhain, she will really have me and stuff is already happening at home. Samhain can be so much fun.

Epona’s Creed

Epona’s Creed

I believe in rolling seas

I believe in growing trees

I believe things that bloom

I believe in the changing moon

And all of these things I see

Come out of the air I breathe

They come from the fire and earth

These things that I hold of worth

I believe in faerie’s dreams

I believe in elven schemes

I believe that stones can dance

I believe there is more than chance

I believe in my sisters’ songs

I believe they make me strong

I believe the wheel has turned

This time we will not be burned

I believe in the eagle’s flight

I’ve flown with the owl at night

I listen to the raven’s call

There is wisdom there for all

I believe my hand can heal

I believe the goddess in the mirror is real I believe I have to sing That is how my soul takes wing.
Kat 2002