Last night, I dreamt of Hecate.
Not in shadows or riddles—but in presence, clear and commanding.
She came as the messenger, and in her hands, she held a gift, a symbol of ancient knowledge wrapped in silk and adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer with the stories of time. Her eyes pierced through the veil of reality, reflecting wisdom that spanned centuries, and I felt a profound connection to the mysteries she represented.
As she approached, the air thickened with an energy that electrified my senses, inviting me to embrace the unknown and unlock the secrets that lay hidden within.

A pup. A simple yet meaningful gift. Silvery grey with black dappling, like moonlight dancing on deep river stones, shimmering gently under the canopy of an endless night sky. I named her Dove.
The name just came, no hesitation, no questioning—just truth flowing effortlessly from my heart.
And the symbolism struck me even before waking, resonating deep within my soul, reminding me of the moments I had longed for comfort and companionship.

Dove: a creature of peace, of quiet strength, of spiritual rebirth that seemed to embody the calm after a storm. A name that speaks of gentleness and fierce protection, an unwavering bond that reassures in times of uncertainty. And yet here she was, in the form of a hound—a creature sacred to Hecate herself, embodying both the darkness and the light, guiding me through the shadows with her watchful gaze.

In this dreamscape, I found myself behind the wheel of my actual car—my everyday vehicle—
and drove it straight into a river, feeling the cool water rise around me. Not out of fear, not to destroy, but as a release, as if each ripple encouraged my burdens to dissolve into the depths. A ritual of letting go, it was a surreal moment, blending the thrill of surrender with the peace that followed. The water embraced the car, and with each passing second, I felt lighter, as if the river was washing away not just the physical weight, but the emotional ties that had bound me for so long.

Dove was with me, she swallowed too much water, she was lifeless for a moment.
I pulled her from the water, revived her, held her close to my chest as though she were my own breath made flesh. And somehow, she was. She is. It was as though the two of us became one, or rather that Hecate herself had gifted me something I had not had until now—a deep connection that transcended the physical realm, binding our souls with ethereal threads of understanding. As I cradled her, I felt an overwhelming wave of warmth wash over me, as if her very essence was intermingling with mine, illuminating the darkest corners of my heart. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced; profound and transformative. I couldn’t help but marvel at the depth of our bond, realizing that this moment marked not just the revival of a delicate creature, but the awakening of a part of myself that had long been dormant. A spiritual manifestation of my own spirit, a spirit guide or familiar—a presence that would now accompany me on my journey through the mysteries of life and the universe.

I carried her to where Freya and Nyx waited near the porch of a quiet, wooded cabin, their tails wagging with excitement. My two faithful and real life hound mixes sniffed her gently, as if they were assessing a new friend, welcomed her with soft whines, and then curled up at my feet, providing a warm and comforting presence as I sat on the wooden steps, enveloped by the sounds of nature. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows around us, while Dove lay warm in my arms, her breath steady and calming, creating a sense of peace that settled over the clearing like a soft blanket.

A black snake slithered past—its scales shimmered like galaxies caught in obsidian, each movement a silent dance of elegance and stealth. Yet, none of the dogs reacted; they lay sprawled under the warm sun, blissfully ignorant of the shadow that glided through the grass. There was no fear, no warning among them, just an eerie calm that blanketed the scene. Only presence, a profound aura that seemed to hold the air still, as if time itself had paused to take in the fleeting encounter between the wild and the domestic. It was as though Hecate had transformed into her own familiar and was now departing the scene, caught up in a trance of the glittering scales before me. I remember my husband’s voice in the dream, warning me not to sink the car. But I had to.
It wasn’t defiance—it was soul-deep knowing. When he came to sit beside me, kissed my cheek, and gazed peacefully over the land with me… I knew I had done exactly what I needed to do.

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This Morning: Another Messenger

As I stood outside with Freya and Nyx this morning, still feeling the spiritual echo of the night’s journey, a moth came.

Quiet. Deliberate. Watching.

Another messenger from Hecate. And—if I’m listening closely—an introduction to another deity, The Morrigan.

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Interpretation: A Message from the Crossroads

Hecate doesn’t come without purpose. This is always how she speaks to me first—in my dreams, where the boundaries of reality blur and the veil is lifted, allowing her to weave her presence into the fabric of my subconscious. This is her chosen doorway to my soul, a sacred passage where whispers of ancient wisdom flow like a river in the night. In waking life, she still comes—but softly, like wind through leaves, a gentle reminder of her influence in the quiet moments of my day. Like a scent that makes me stop and remember a long-forgotten memory, her essence fills the air around me, prompting reflection and introspection. But at night? She commands my attention, drawing me into realms where shadows dance and secrets unfold, and I find myself compelled to listen, to learn, and to embrace the mysteries she brings forth.

What did each of these messages mean?

The hound, Dove, is not just a companion. She is a symbol. Of peace, of rebirth, of protection, and of the sacred feminine being called forth through the dark waters of transformation.

The car I drove into the river? That was my past. My identity. The constructed version of self that I no longer need to carry. Its death was not loss—it was liberation.

The cabin? A return to peace. To self. To sacred simplicity and connection to land.

The black snake? A powerful totem of transition, transformation, and timeless wisdom.
The dogs did not stir because the snake was not a threat. It was a guardian, it was Hecate herself.

The moth? A quiet knocking on a door I’m just beginning to recognize.
A whisper of, “We are not done yet.”

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Where I’ve Come From: The Unspoken Truth

And here’s the truth I don’t share lightly— I wasn’t always this awake, this open, this deeply connected.

This kind of dream, this kind of divine interaction? It never happened when I was trying to be a “good Christian.” I waited. I prayed. I begged for the Christian God to come to me, to comfort me, to give me something—anything—that felt like a presence.

But there was only silence. No warmth. No embrace. No response.

It wasn’t until I stepped out of that box and into the wild unknown—until I found Hecate, Jord, and Freya—that everything changed.

They didn’t just meet me.
They embraced me.
Completely.
Without conditions.

They walked right into the fire with me and pulled me from my own ashes. In their presence, I discovered a type of freedom I had never known. It was a freedom to explore the depths of my being without the constraints of guilt or fear. They showed me that divinity is not confined to the walls of a church or the pages of a dogma; it is found in the breath of the earth, the whisper of the wind, and the heartbeat of the universe.

With Hecate, I learned to navigate the shadows and embrace the night. She taught me that darkness is not something to be feared but a canvas for transformation, a space where the unseen thrives and the potential for rebirth flourishes. Each whisper of the wind and flicker of candlelight became a guide, illuminating the path to insights hidden in the recesses of my soul. Under her watchful gaze, I discovered that the night holds secrets, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to seek them. Embracing this duality of light and dark allowed me to grow, to welcome change as a necessary part of life’s journey, transforming fear into a source of strength and wisdom.

Jord, with her grounding energy, connected me to the very essence of the earth, reminding me of my roots and the power of nature. As I stood in her presence, I could feel the vibrations of the soil beneath my feet, a gentle pulse that seemed to echo the heartbeat of the planet. It was as if she were weaving a tapestry of life around me, interlacing the stories of ancient trees, flowing rivers, and the whispers of the wind. Each breath I took was imbued with the fragrant scents of wildflowers and fresh earth, grounding me more deeply in the moment. In her embrace, I found not just a connection to the physical world but also an awakening of my spirit, as if the very energy of the universe was flowing through me, urging me to embrace my true self and the beauty that surrounds us all.

Freya opened my heart, illuminating the path of love, passion, and creativity that I had long suppressed, rekindling feelings I had buried deep within me. As she stepped into my life, her vibrant energy breathed new life into my stifled dreams, awakening a desire to express myself in ways I had once deemed impossible. The world around me blossomed into color, each moment becoming infused with inspiration, and I found myself eager to explore the depths of my emotions, embracing not only the beauty of love but the exhilarating power of creativity that flowed from my soul.

Together, they invited me to dance with my fears, to celebrate my strength, and to honor my journey. I realized that connection was not about adhering to rigid rules or expectations but about being true to myself, about weaving a tapestry of experiences and emotions that enveloped me in a beautiful, chaotic embrace. Through this profound awakening, I found a community of kindred spirits who understood the journey I had undertaken, who celebrated not just the light within us but the shadows that made us whole.

In this newfound connection, I discovered the sacredness of vulnerability, the beauty of sharing my truth without needing approval or acceptance, and the joy of embracing the wild unknown with open arms. This journey was not just about finding a seat at the table; it was about redefining the table itself, creating a space where everyone could gather and share their stories, their struggles, and their dreams.

So, I walked forward, not as a seeker longing for divine presence, but as a vibrant, alive, and interconnected spark of the universe, ready to explore, to learn, and to grow with each passing day.
Each moment became a testament to the life I chose—a life filled with love, authenticity, and a deep reverence for all that is.

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The Message from Hecate:

“Trust your knowing. You do not need permission to change. The past has been honored. It is now released. What you carry forward is sacred. What you leave behind is complete.”

So I walk forward now. With Dove in my arms. With Freya and Nyx at my feet, their energy vibrant and grounding, connecting me to the earth beneath us. With my husband’s love beside me, a steadfast protector and companion, his belief lighting the path we tread together. And with Hecate, ever at the crossroads, holding her torch and smiling in the shadows, guiding us through the uncertainties and illuminating the way ahead.

And to those still unsure—those still seeking and wondering if it’s all real: Your deities will speak to you. If you just slow down… and listen.

They are already whispering, weaving messages into the fabric of your thoughts and experiences, awaiting the moment you open your heart and mind to receive them. This dialogue runs deeper than mere words; it’s an exchange of energy, a dance of trust, urging you to recognize the sacred in the mundane, to see the divine in the everyday moments of life.

Let the stillness engulf you, for it is in silence that truths are unveiled and connections are formed. Pay attention to the signs—the gentle nudges, the recurring symbols, the synchronicities that punctuate your journey. These are the moments where the ethereal brushes against the tangible, reminding you that you are never alone. You stand in a web of divine companionship, waiting for you to acknowledge and embrace the wisdom that flows all around you.

Much love and many blessings,
Mrs. B
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