Here is Hekate, goddess and Titan,
who has been with me since the beginning.
She has led me torch-ward, again and again,
across the thresholds of things.

More than 2,500 years ago, Hesiod wrote of her in his Theogony:

“She received honor also in starry heaven, and is honored exceedingly by the deathless gods. For to this day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich sacrifices and prays for favor according to custom, they call upon Hekate. Great honor comes full easily to the one whose prayers the goddess receives favorably, and she bestows wealth upon them; for the power surely is with her. For as many as were born of Earth and Ocean amongst all these she has her due portion. … Whom she will she greatly aids and advances.”

And roughly 2,000 years ago, the Greek Magical Papyri (PGM IV. 2785-2890) said of her:

“Give heed, you who protect the spacious world
At night, before whom daimons quake in fear
And gods immortal tremble, goddess who
Exalt men, you of many names, who bear
Fair offspring, bull-eyed, horned, mother of gods
And men, and Nature, Mother of all things, ...
Beginning and end are you, and you alone rule all.
For all things are from you, and in you do
All things, Eternal one, come to their end.”

I have been joyful duty-bound to make art of her. Many people have been doing so. She is present, especially here in L.A. where—alongside La Santa Muerte—Hekate seems rapturously at hand. In my experience, she draws close the ones who reside in liminality, which is her key jurisdiction: the marginalized, outcast, queer, unhoused, and/or unbelonging, the recently born, the soon to die, and the dead. Every artwork of her is another humble offering, a seed-portal to her presence, and a nexus, gateway, and crossroads for her manifestation and, thereby, for ours.