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| (Hecate, armed with torches, and killing a giant; Christie's, London, Catalogue des pierres graves antiques de S.A. le Prince Stanislas Poniatowski ([1830?]-1833), 51, Cornelian) Via some Helenismos folks on Facebook and Rachel. |
First:
A blog reader wished to know why when talking about Hekate's Supper, I didn't explain its relation to the Noumenia. The honest answer is that while re-consulting the first three chapters of Ms. Johnston's Restless Dead, I noticed that she makes a strong case that such acts were performed on an as-needed basis. Thus, I didn't want to leave people feeling like they needed to wait like two weeks if they had a situation that needs to be sorted.
Now:
While preparing the fish, I had VVF run some divination, which was very good. At the last minute, I changed my plans to take the supper to an Old Town trivium, based on the fact that as of yesterday all the fish in the small pond/pusedo-lake attached to the park behind our house had died. The smell was... wretched. Suspecting that some weird shenanigans were going on, I instead gave my meal at the park.
We found a small, boarded area right over the lake - I kept flashing back to Ogden discussing necromancy practiced on bridges over rivers and lakes - and gave our devotions there. I actually took the miasmatic bag of gross to a T-junction at the edge of the park and left it there before returning to dedicate the meal. Somehow I managed both things without 'looking back' at either point.
Since getting up, the atmosphere of the house and the park are noticably... airier and lighter. Subsequent divination reveals a successful working.
So I have to wonder... did we, however briefly, somehow manage to purify some of the park's atmosphere and cool off the rising anger I felt from it?*
Or am I just completely fucking crazy?
Only time will tell.
Jack.
* Arguably, we did very little and Hekate did all the hard work. I mean, cooking a meal isn't even comparable to the difference felt in the park. I'mma go read some Orphic hymns in it this week. 'Cuz that place feels niiiice.