“And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”
A Wylde Journey
I should let you know upfront: I am one of those people.
I am a witch. I believe in the magickal and mystical world.
I don’t do baneful magick. (FYI: We don’t say “white witch” or “dark magic” or “black magic” anymore because racism.)
I am an eclectic kitchen witch on the Hekatean path. Most of the magic I do is protection spells and abundance spells.
As a kitchen witch, I mainly work with imbuing food with positive energy. I do a lot of crafts.
A series of coincidences led me to Hekate. Well, really I suppose it was that Hekate called to me through a series of coincidences.
She guides me on my path. She led me to this work of awakening the Divine Feminine and it is she who pushed me to start this website, blog, podcast, and everything else.
The Crossroads
Just before the Covid pandemic, in 2019, my boyfriend (now fiancé), had purchased a cabin off of a 4-wheel drive trail in the mountains here in Colorado.
Down the road from his cabin, there was a beautiful old log cabin we dubbed the cottage with a stone foundation which sat, uninhabited, at a three way crossroads.
We would walk by it and admire it. Such a beautiful cottage. Such beautiful bones. Sadly, the roof was in disrepair. A local kid had been hired to fix it but had not finished the job. The cottage felt alone, and sad, and in need of attention. It needed love.
Fast forward four years, to 2023, I was working as an IT Director at a large technology company. My boyfriend was an IT executive at a different company. Being able to work remotely meant we spent more time at the cabin. He purchased a shipping container to be the workshop up there. And then he had to get that shipping container up the rough 4-wheel drive road. So, he built his own wheels for it and he fixed the road, to make it easier to move the shipping container.
What has a shipping container got to do with anything?
Well, the sweet lady who owned that beautiful log cottage had decided to sell it. It had been hers with her late husband and it was (is) important to her. She could no longer care for it and she wanted to find someone who could actually do the work care for it.
Because he had purchased that shipping container… because he had smoothed out that road to get that shipping container up to this cabin… she chose us. She knew we could care for that cottage and she knew we would take care of it, as she had.
Covid lockdown → Working remotely → Shipping Container → Fixing the Road → Crossroads Cottage
Hekate’s Torch
Wooden carving with inlay of Iron Key. Rose Quartz point welded
Our Crossroads Cottage
(after we repaired the roof)
The Key
Four days prior to closing on the Crossroads Cottage, I went to our local witchy supply store with my two sisters (one by birth, one by choice) and my niece to get our aura photos taken. That day, they were having a fund raiser to help homeless queer teens and were having a silent auction.
As we perused the items after our aura readings, in amongst the beautiful items up for bid was one that stopped me in my tracks. It was labeled “Hekate’s Torch”.
It was a wooden carving with an old iron key embedded in the handle. The “torch” was a large black rose quartz point welded on to the wooden handle.
It was gorgeous.
I bid on it. My bid won.
Aura photos → Fundraiser → Silent Auction → Hekate’s Torch → Hekate - Goddess of the Crossroads
Hekate’s Wheel
I believe that Hekate put those breadcrumbs in our path.
She led us to the Crossroads Cottage
She led me to her Torch
She brought me through her maze - the strophalos - over the next few months.
Her breadcrumbs led me to various books and websites, information I needed about her, ways to connect with her, meditations, rituals.
Through one of these rituals, she gifted me with my name, Maeve Elwyn Wylde.
She connected me with spiritual guides and protectors.
She healed my soul wounds.
She brought me more and more to the Divine Feminine.
As Hekate often does, she shakes things up.
While all of this was happening, my boyfriend was laid off. Three days later, so was I.
I felt without purpose. I felt lost.
At a particularly low point, I was meditating through tears, asking her for help and then I felt her message clearly.
Tell people about me. Tell my stories. Tell the stories of the other Goddesses of the forgotten women. Write.
As I started writing, her messages came through - specific and clear. Every day a maligned Goddesses or forgotten woman was brought to my attention.
So many wronged. So many forgotten. So many stories to tell.
The Key & Crossroads was borne from this.
For the first time in my years, I felt my life had an actual purpose: joining Hekate’s boots on the ground, awakening the Divine Feminine, and helping restore balance.
If you are hear, I suspect she has called you too.
Welcome all. We are a legion.
We are Hekate’s children.
How lucky we are to be on this journey together.
🗝♥ Maeve