Tag: Christo-Hekatean Path

3 July 2026 – Crossroads Devotion & Divination: Psalm Magic in Daily Practice
Even though I no longer see the Bible as the inerrant Word of God, I adore the Psalms.

For me, the Psalms are pure magic. They quiet the mind, open the heart and help align my thoughts with the Highest Good. They are prayers, poems, spells, songs and meditations all at once. Whether we approach them as Scripture, sacred poetry or practical mysticism, they have an extraordinary way of speaking directly to our needs.

I usually begin with a simple prayer:

“Show me the Psalm that will serve the Highest Good today.”

Then I use a random number generator.

That may sound strange, but I’ve found that when I admit I don’t know what I need, Providence usually knows better than I do.

Once I have the number, I turn to Anna Riva’s Powers of the Psalms. Her book gives a traditional magical application for each Psalm, helping me understand the current I am about to work with. Only then do I go to my altar, light a candle, open my Bible and begin praying and meditating with the Psalm.

This morning, the random number was 72.

Anna Riva associates Psalm 72 with attracting prosperity and success, so I had a sense of the magical current before I even began reading and knew which colour candle to use. I chose green for abundance. It just happens to be Friday (ruled by Venus), a perfect day for attracting abundance. I couldn’t have orchestrated it better myself.

The Psalm

(King James Version – Public Domain)

Psalm 72

Give the king thy judgments, O God, and thy righteousness unto the king’s son.

2 He shall judge thy people with righteousness, and thy poor with judgment.

3 The mountains shall bring peace to the people, and the little hills, by righteousness.

4 He shall judge the poor of the people, he shall save the children of the needy, and shall break in pieces the oppressor.

5 They shall fear thee as long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations.

6 He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.

7 In his days shall the righteous flourish; and abundance of peace so long as the moon endureth.

8 He shall have dominion also from sea to sea, and from the river unto the ends of the earth.

9 They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him; and his enemies shall lick the dust.

10 The kings of Tarshish and of the isles shall bring presents: the kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer gifts.

11 Yea, all kings shall fall down before him: all nations shall serve him.

12 For he shall deliver the needy when he crieth; the poor also, and him that hath no helper.

13 He shall spare the poor and needy, and shall save the souls of the needy.

14 He shall redeem their soul from deceit and violence: and precious shall their blood be in his sight.

15 And he shall live, and to him shall be given of the gold of Sheba: prayer also shall be made for him continually; and daily shall he be praised.

16 There shall be an handful of corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains; the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon: and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.

17 His name shall endure for ever: his name shall be continued as long as the sun: and men shall be blessed in him: all nations shall call him blessed.

18 Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel, who only doeth wondrous things.

19 And blessed be his glorious name for ever: and let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen, and Amen.

20 The prayers of David the son of Jesse are ended.

The Temple at Lagina

After reading the Psalm, I pulled a card from the Oracle of the Hekatean Path.

The Temple at Lagina – Sacredness.

I smiled as soon as I saw it because the synchronicity couldn’t have been clearer.

The card reminded me that before we can effectively serve the Divine, we must learn to care for the temple through which we serve.

Our own bodies.

That has been a recurring lesson for me recently.

With a hip replacement on the horizon, improving my diet, prioritising sleep and building strength are no longer just health goals. They have become part of my spiritual practice.

Sometimes we imagine devotion as something dramatic or mystical.

More often, it looks remarkably ordinary.

Preparing nourishing food.

Going to bed on time.

Taking medication when needed.

Doing the physiotherapy exercises we’d rather avoid.

Accepting help.

Keeping promises to ourselves.

These seemingly mundane acts become sacred when we offer them consciously as part of our service to God.

The Temple at Lagina reminded me that holiness doesn’t begin somewhere “out there.”

It begins here.

In the body.

Why Psalm 72?

Many people know Psalm 72 as a royal Psalm celebrating righteous kingship.

I was introduced to it through Ariel Gatoga’s teaching on Psalm magic, where he presents it as a Psalm for prosperity and Divine provision.

His interpretation goes far beyond simply attracting money.

Instead, he invites us to recognise prosperity as our natural inheritance as children of the Divine.

That perspective resonates deeply with me.

Financial provision certainly matters, but so do health, opportunities, supportive friendships, wisdom, courage and the practical resources we need to fulfil our calling.

Psalm 72 speaks repeatedly about justice, protection, peace and abundance.

It reminds us that Divine provision doesn’t always arrive in the form we expect.

Sometimes it comes as healing.

Other times, as unexpected guidance.

And sometimes it arrives as the inner strength to keep going until the outer world catches up.

How I Work with Psalm Magic

My practice is simple, but if you would like to dive deeper into the history of Psalm Magic and different approaches, you can learn more in my article about Psalm Magic on angelorum.co.

I begin by reading the entire Psalm aloud without interruption.

Then I return to it slowly, verse by verse, allowing particular words or images to stand out.

Rather than analysing every line intellectually, I ask:

“What is this saying to my soul today?”

The symbols begin to speak.

A mountain becomes an elevated state of consciousness.

Rain becomes Divine blessing.

The oppressor becomes the fearful ego that insists there will never be enough.

The needy become the parts of myself still operating from old narratives of scarcity.

Each reading is slightly different because I am slightly different each day.

A Royal Inheritance

One of Ariel Gatoga’s most powerful teachings is the idea of adopting what he calls a Royal Identity.

Instead of approaching God as a beggar, we approach as beloved children.

That image echoes something deeply Christian.

We are invited to receive grace rather than earn it.

Prayer becomes less about convincing God to bless us and more about opening ourselves to blessings already prepared.

When Psalm 72 speaks of “the king’s son,” I hear an invitation to remember who we really are beneath all the stories of fear, lack and limitation.

Children of the King do not need to manipulate life into providing for them.

They learn to trust.

The Method I Learned

The approach I use comes from Ariel Gatoga’s teachings on Psalm Magic.

In summary, the practice involves:
- Reading the Psalm aloud in one sitting.
- Returning to it verse by verse to uncover symbolic meaning.
- Allowing limiting beliefs to come into awareness without judgement.
- Replacing thoughts of lack with the consciousness of Divine inheritance.
- Returning to the Psalm daily until a deep sense of peace and certainty naturally arises.
I have found this to be a surprisingly gentle practice.

Rather than trying to force manifestation, it gradually changes the way I see both myself and the world around me.

As my inner landscape shifts, life seems to respond in kind.

Trusting the Process

I don’t know which Psalm the random number generator will choose tomorrow.

That’s part of what makes the practice so beautiful.

Each morning begins with a simple act of surrender.

“Not my will, but Thy will be done.”

Sometimes the greatest act of faith isn’t knowing which prayer to choose.

It’s trusting that, when we genuinely ask for guidance, the right words have a way of finding us.

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2026-07-03
1 July 2026 – Crossroads Devotion & Divination: Asking Yeshua

The Question I Had Been Avoiding

During my morning quiet time, I pulled Aconite (Death) from the Oracle of the Hekatean Path. Meditating on the message, I realised I was standing at a crossroads where something indeed had to die.

For months now, I’ve been immersed in exploring what I have come to think of as my Christo-Hekatean path. My days have been filled with the Gospel of Philip, Jewish mysticism, Greek philosophy and modern writers such as Seren Bertrand and Sarah Iles-Johnston. Every new connection has sent me down another fascinating rabbit hole, and I’ve loved every minute of it.

Yet, despite all that study, one thought landed with uncomfortable clarity this morning.

I’d been asking everyone except Yeshua.

So I asked him.

I told him, as honestly as I knew how, that if this wasn’t a path he would walk with me, I would choose Hekate.

I don’t mean that as a rejection of Christ. Quite the opposite: it was my way of acknowledging that I can no longer deny the reality of what has happened through my relationship with Hekate. If following Christ required me to pretend that those experiences were false, then I wouldn’t do it.

I wanted the answer from him, not from another book or another expert.

What the Tarot Reflected

Only after praying did I lay out the Tarot de Marseille.

The 9 of Swords captured the mental agony of trying to get everything exactly right. Crossing it was the 10 of Batons, which felt like carrying far more than any one person could reasonably bear. It wasn’t simply my own uncertainty. It was centuries of theology, historical debate and the constant pressure to make sure every insight could be justified by someone else’s authority. It was the oppressive weight of feeling divided against myself.

The Queen of Batons appeared as the action card. She has represented Mary Magdalene for me for many years, so seeing her there made me smile. She doesn’t argue for her authority or apologise for it. She simply lives it.

The quint was Le Soleil.

For me, the Sun is Christ.

I smiled again.

That was my answer.

The near future cards were the 4 of Cups, the Page of Coins and the Ace of Cups. Rather than seeing four cups, I suddenly imagined the Page discovering four fountains from which to draw wisdom as he continues his journey. I’m still sitting with that image and suspect it has more to reveal over time.

What Aconite Was Really Asking to Die

Only afterwards did I understand why the day’s oracle card had been Aconite – Death.

The thing being asked to die wasn’t my love of study or my fascination with history. It was something much older.

Growing up, my father taught me that my will didn’t matter.

If I wanted to know what mattered, someone else had to tell me.

That pattern followed me into adulthood more faithfully than I realised.

Whenever something important happened spiritually, my instinct wasn’t to ask whether it rang true in prayer. It was to ask whether I could find an ancient source to validate it. If not an ancient source, then perhaps a respected scholar. If not a scholar, then at least someone who wasn’t a blogger but who had published a book.

The Resurrection

Looking back, I can see that I wasn’t really searching for theology.

I was searching for permission.

Permission to trust my own encounters with the Divine.

This morning, I stopped treating prayer as the beginning of the conversation and started treating it as the place where the conversation could end.

For me, that changed everything.

It’s not about the need to find the correct belief. That need kept me trapped in the 9 of Swords space. It’s about becoming whole, and this is where the Ace of Cups leads me.

Want to know what happened when I asked Mary Magdalene the same question? Read Mary Magdalene: Midwife of Souls on the Christo-Hekatean Path

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2026-07-01
I’m So Full of Shit (And So Are You): The Stories We Tell Ourselves
Yesterday’s post, 29 June 2026: Crossroads Devotion, ended with a prayer.

Not because I was trying to sound holy. Not because I wanted anyone to think I’d somehow transcended ordinary human frailty overnight. I wrote it because, in that moment, it genuinely reflected where my heart was.

Then I read it again this morning.

Oh, good grief…

If I didn’t know myself better, I’d think I’d achieved enlightenment sometime between my first coffee and hitting the Publish button.

It was all love, grace, and compassion on the Middle Path. Beautiful sentiments, all of them. Sincere sentiments too.

The only problem was that I’d accidentally presented one facet of myself as though it were the whole person.

Fast forward twenty-four hours and I’m sitting here rolling my eyes at my own sanctimony, quietly remembering that I’m also capable of being impatient, sarcastic, judgmental and occasionally spectacularly full of myself.

That’s not a contradiction.

That’s just being human.

Wholehearted, Not Holy

The older I get, the more suspicious I become of my own attempts to sound spiritually evolved.

I think that’s one of the reasons the Christo-Hekatean path has felt so liberating. It isn’t because I’ve stopped caring about ethics. Quite the opposite. It’s because I’m increasingly allergic to hypocrisy, especially my own.

For years, spirituality often felt like a performance review. Was I loving enough? Forgiving enough? Detached enough? Had I responded with sufficient grace? Was my ego showing?

No wonder shame was never very far away.

These days, I’m much more interested in wholeness than holiness. I don’t want to spend the second half of my life editing myself into someone who sounds enlightened. I’d rather become more honest about who I already am.

That means making room for contradictions.

I can genuinely want peace and still lose my temper.

I can believe in compassion and still think someone is being an absolute prick.

Neither cancels the other out.

A Rabbit Hole Worth Falling Into

This morning, I stumbled across a video about Dr John DeMartini’s method. I’d never come across his work before, but within a few minutes, I had the same feeling I remember having when I first discovered Byron Katie over twenty years ago.

It wasn’t that either of them handed me answers.

They handed me better questions.

As I listened, I found myself becoming increasingly aware of the stories quietly running in the background of my own mind. We all have them. They help us make sense of the world, until one day we stop recognising them as stories and start treating them as objective reality.

That made me wonder what narratives I’ve been carrying around for years without ever examining them properly.

Relationship narratives immediately sprang to mind.

Not any one relationship in particular. Just the collection of stories I’ve accumulated over a lifetime about love, romance, marriage, commitment, intimacy and what all those things are supposed to mean.

I’ve no doubt some of those stories are complete bollocks.

An Unexpected Answer

One question refused to leave me alone: What do I actually want from love?

It sounds ridiculously simple, but I realised I’d never asked it without all the background noise of expectation. I wasn’t interested in the answer offered by religion, romantic films or society’s collective script. I wanted to know what remained once all those voices had quietened down.

The answer surprised me by arriving so quickly: freedom. Not freedom from love, but freedom within love. Freedom to remain curious, to keep growing, and to pursue truth without feeling as though I have to squeeze myself into a role that no longer fits.

That thought was still rattling around my head when I reached for my astrology dice.

Saturn in Capricorn in the Seventh House.

(Sometimes symbolism has all the subtlety of a 2×4 upside the head.)

There it was: duty, convention, inherited expectations and obligations.

Then I picked a card from Stephen Fry’s Mythos Oracle.

Artemis. I smiled.

I’ve always thought of myself as a hopeless romantic.

Perhaps I’ve been wrong.

Perhaps what I’ve really been hunting all these years is truth. All my writing is about romancing the Truth. Yes, capital T.

Turning the Cards Around

The biggest gift I took away from DeMartini’s work was the possibility of a more honest divination practice.

For years, I’ve encouraged Tarot clients to ask thoughtful questions when they come for readings. Sometimes I forget that advice applies to me as well.

It’s remarkably easy to use Tarot and other divination tools as mirrors that reflect whatever narrative we’re already invested in believing. I’ve done it many times. I’m fairly sure everyone who engages in divinatory practices has done it.

From now on, I’d like to focus more on questions like these:
- What story am I telling myself that this card quietly refuses to support?
- Which assumption have I promoted to the status of fact without ever really questioning it?
- What part of the picture am I conveniently leaving out?
- If the opposite were also true, what might I be failing to see?
- What expectation is shaping the way I’m interpreting this card?
- Am I asking this oracle to reveal the truth, or simply to confirm what I already believe?
- If I let go of my preferred narrative for a moment, what else becomes possible?
- What would change if I stopped trying to be right and became genuinely curious instead?
I’m under no illusion that this will stop me projecting onto the cards at times when I read for myself. That’s probably impossible.

What it might do is help me notice when I’m doing it.

And that feels like a worthwhile practice.

After all, the cards have never lied to me.

More often than not, I’ve simply been a little too attached to my own BS.

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2026-06-30
29 June 2026 – Crossroads Devotion & Divination

29 June 2026 – Morning Journal Entry

The Sign Given

Last night I dreamt I was driving a lorry as part of a three-vehicle convoy.

Almost immediately, I realised three things were wrong. I had never driven anything larger than a car. I didn’t even have the right licence. And the driver’s seat had been adjusted for someone much taller than me, leaving me barely able to reach the pedals.

Even so, the convoy kept moving. There was no turning back.

When we eventually pulled into a rest stop, I explained the problem to one of the other drivers. He simply replied that he would adjust the seat for me.

I woke feeling anxious. How was I supposed to complete the journey without causing an accident or being found out?

The Sign Confirmed

This morning, I asked Hekate for a sign and drew Devotee – Dedication from my Hekate Oracle.

At first, the card puzzled me.

Then it dawned on me that perhaps I have been answering Her call without fully trusting where it is leading.

She has called me more than once over the years. I have followed, written about the path and publicly shared my understanding of walking with both Christ and Hekate. Yet there is still a part of me standing at the threshold, hesitant to place my full weight on the path beneath my feet.

Reflection

The dream seems to reflect exactly how I have been feeling since the beginning of Cancer season.

Not a day has gone by without feeling close to tears.

Yet I honestly can’t remember the last time I cried. Years of masking have taught me how to carry on regardless. I know how to keep functioning even when the emotional pressure is quietly building beneath the surface.

Looking back, I can see that the latest emotional wave began after I watched Alex Reads Tarot’s video about leaving Tarot. Her journey is her own, but it unexpectedly touched an old wound in me. It reminded me that religious trauma doesn’t simply disappear because we’ve spent years healing. Like any form of trauma, it can lie dormant until something brushes against it.

The dream gave those feelings a shape.

I wasn’t driving the wrong vehicle.

I wasn’t even on the wrong road.

The problem was that I was trying to drive from a position that didn’t fit me.

As I sat with Hekate’s guidance, a quiet understanding emerged.

“You have the power to adjust your own driver’s seat. And if you trust me, I can show you how.”

Perhaps that is what dedication really means.

Not proving ourselves worthy.

Not making dramatic declarations.

Simply allowing ourselves to be guided into the place where we can finally reach the pedals and drive the vehicle we have been entrusted with.

Trust also means being discerning about which voices we allow to influence us. When I immerse myself in voices filled with certainty that my path is wrong, doubt naturally grows louder. When I return to prayer, love and lived experience, something steadier and more faithful begins to emerge.

Prayer

While praying my Christo-Hekatean rosary this morning, I found myself gently changing the closing words of the doxology:

May the light of Divine Wisdom illuminate my heart until the only choice I make at every crossroads is the most loving one.

I hadn’t planned to change the words.

Perhaps they changed me instead.

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2026-06-29