Hecate, the goddess of the crossroads, is the Crone. The crossroads in Europe still have little cairns where people drop their stones in honor of the goddess. Those cairns have always been the places of Hecate. The crossroads represents a place where consciousness is crossed by the unconscious, in other words, a place where you have to surrender your ego will to a higher will. The Crone has gone though one crossroads after another. She has reached a place of surrender where her ego demands are no longer relevant. This is the positive side of the Crone. She is a surrendered instrument and therefore detached.
Detachment doesn’t mean indifference. It means she has been there. She has suffered, but she can draw back from the suffering. A conscious person in the presence of an unconscious person’s pain may suffer more than the unconscious person. So, it’s not that she doesn’t suffer. It’s not that she’s indifferent or withdrawn. She’s right there, totally present. She’s got nothing to lose.
She can be who she is and live with the straight, flat-out, naked truth. Therefore the Crone acts as a tuning fork in an environment because she is so real herself. She rings a true tone. People are brought into harmony with that tuning, so it’s very releasing. People can respond to their own true tone. The Crone can afford to be honest. She’s not playing games anymore. She brings people into that soul space where all outer conflicts dissolve and they can experience their own essence.
She has nothing to lose. Who she is cannot be taken away from her. She has no investment in ego. Therefore, there is no power operating. She’s the kind of person you can honestly talk to, profoundly trust. She has no reason to persuade you to do anything or be anything other than who you are.
I would think of her masculinity as being very discerning, with no sentimentality. She would be able to cut with a well-honed sword. She would be able to see what is no longer essential to life, a relationship, for example, that has become destructive. She would perceive it, see through to the heart of it, and cut where necessary, but cut with love. I always envision her wielding a golden sword with a silver handle. All the perceptivity of gold, but handled with the love of silver. The masculine and feminine together. She has the kind of wisdom that takes life with a grain of salt, smiles at the divine comedy….
I have known four or five Crones, two of them men. I have gone to them when I thought I couldn’t go any further. Their love was palpable. No advice. Simply being, saying almost nothing. I knew I was totally seen and totally understood.
They could constellate my own inner healer because they could see me as I am.
~ Marion Woodman
Image: Night Woman / Crone Tree by Carolyn Hillyer
Trickster new moon in airy Gemini. Illusion on top of confusion and delusion. It’s best to simply smile and accept that down is up right now.
On a positive note, wildly creative energy is also flowing. Embrace it; create something new just for fun with words, paint, flour and fruit, fabric, garden soil, nail polish, feathers… whatever is at hand.
Today’s practice: Love what is.
Love the painful, prickly, knotted, difficult, pig-headed, intractable.
Love what grates on your nerves; love the sensation of grating; love the fine-tuned fretwork of your nerves.
Love the fluid, light, strong, glorious, playful, brilliant.
Love what enchants and delights you.
Love what makes your heart as soft as dawn, as wide as the sky.
Love fierce and tender, peaceful and wrathful.
Love muscular, flexible, powerful. Love birth and death in all creation.
Nothing changes without love.
The true nature of all things is love — everything opens into the fullness of its being in the light of love.
If you want a kinder, more just world, or a kinder world inside your own heart and belly, love what is, today.
bless my eyes that I may see with love,
bless my mouth that I may speak with love,
bless my ears that I may listen with love,
bless my heart that I may give and receive love,
bless my hands that all that I touch feels love,
bless my feet that my walk may be a prayer upon Mother Earth.
For all the women and girls who told the truth and were not believed.