Tag: witchcraft

  • Building a Temple in the Middle of Real Life

    Dear Lovestar,

    If you imagine a priestess starting a spiritual business, you might picture endless free time, silent mornings, long baths, and perfectly staged altars. That is not my reality. My reality is five kids who need breakfast, a sink that never empties, and a brain that holds grocery lists and goddess invocations at the same time. My reality is feeling the moon pulling on my emotions, wanting to honour her with ritual, and then realizing it is already midnight and I am exhausted. For a long time, I used that as proof that I could not be ā€œproperly spiritualā€ or ā€œreadyā€ for my own business.​

    Then I noticed something: the women I wanted to serve were living the same kind of life. They were not waiting in monasteries with nothing to do; they were working, parenting, caregiving, healing from religion, rediscovering their bodies after trauma or shame. They did not need a priestess who lived in a tower of perfection; they needed a priestess who knew how to pray while stirring the pot, to invoke Aphrodite while folding laundry, to speak with Persephone while brushing her teeth, to call on Hekate at the crossroads of everyday decisions. They needed a temple that would fit inside a human schedule.​

    This is where Lovestar Temple comes in. It is my answer to the question: ā€œHow can I keep ritual in my life forever, not just when things are easy?ā€ For 2026, I created a Full Moon Goddess calendar and journal, not because I am organized by nature, but because I know that without a plan, my rituals will be the first thing sacrificed to exhaustion. The calendar pre-plans the altars, the archetypes, the questions, so that when life is loud, ritual is still possible. Ten minutes at the sink becomes a moon bath. A single page in a journal becomes a temple floor on which you can kneel. Ritual becomes sustainable, not fragile.​

    Fear still whispers: ā€œWhat if no one comes? What if they judge you? What if you fail in public?ā€ But when those fears surface, something deeper answers: ā€œThis was never just about success. This was about creating a home for women who feel the same ache you do.ā€ If you are reading this and your body longs for ritual but your life feels too full, Lovestar Temple was built with you in mind. You are invited, not as a perfect devotee, but as you are: messy, tired, hopeful, holy. In this temple, every imperfect attempt at showing up counts as worship.​

    Enter the Temple:

    https://www.patreon.com/c/HerTemple

    With love,

    Eve

  • Witches, Hecate Messages for Halloween Weekend šŸŽƒ

    Dear Lovestar,

    Hecate is the ancient goddess of magic, crossroads, and the moon: a guardian of thresholds and guide through darkness. She stands between worlds (the living and the dead, the known and the unseen) carrying torches to light the seeker’s way. Witches honor her as the mother of intuition and transformation, for she teaches that true power begins within, the courage to face shadow, to choose one’s path, and to walk it in wisdom and light.

    Both Hecate and Hekate are correct spellings.

    ā€œHekateā€ is closer to the original Greek form (Ἑκάτη), while ā€œHecateā€ is the Latinized version that became common in English texts. Many modern practitioners, classicists, and witches choose Hekate because it feels truer to her ancient roots and carries that old-world resonance.

    So if you feel drawn to writing ā€œHekate,ā€ trust that—sometimes the ancient spelling holds a certain energy (a vibration that feels closer to how her name would have once been spoken at the crossroads, under the moon).

    Hekate’s Daughter – Halloween Poem

    My cauldron black,
    My broom and cat,
    Of books, a stack,
    My spirit talk.

    A witch I am,
    Spells I chant,
    My vibes command,
    Magically, I stand.

    I am Hekate’s daughter
    And I beg of my mother
    Protection and blessings
    On Halloween for me & others.

    šŸŽƒ šŸ‘» šŸŽƒ

    Witches: Hecate Messages for Halloween

    Witches, gather your light: the veil thins tonight. The air itself listens for your whisper, your intention, your call to the unseen. This is not a night of fear: it is a night of remembrance. The Goddess walks the crossroads, and her torches burn bright in the mist.

    Hecate speaks softly to those who listen: Do not hide your magic under silence. The world has long feared what it cannot understand, yet you are not here to be understood, you are here to remember who you are. You are the keeper of intuition, the daughter of moonlight, the one who sees what others overlook.

    In her presence, all paths open (and some close). Hecate teaches discernment: not all doors are meant to be entered, not all spirits are meant to be called. She asks for courage and balance, the wisdom to know when to release and when to reclaim.

    So light your candle at midnight and speak your truth aloud:
    ā€œI walk with Hecate in shadow and in flame. I claim my path, my power, my name.ā€

    Let this Halloween be more than a night of costumes; it is a crossing. Let it remind you that being a witch is not about appearance, but remembrance (it is about honoring the wild, ancient current that flows through your spirit).

    Have a safe Halloween,

    Do not forget to read my Hecate messages and I have some Hecate poetry.

    Hekate keeps on coming through for me and I CAN NOT ignore her, I must write about her. The goddesses command.

    I had a synchronicity with Themis (Greek goddess of Justice), and it was incredible, I think there were deep messages about my relationship.

    PS. If you heard the news about my hometown in east Cuba (that had never been popular until it was ravaged by hurricane Melissa). My town, that blessed little hole escaped with minor damages. The worst was one roof damaged, the river grew flooding nearby houses to the level of their beds, and I assume minor damages not worth mentioning for the people there now. This is because this town was protected by the mountains!

    Thank you for reading,

    follow for more like this,

    Eve