Here is a spell to invoke Hecate, the dark goddess of witchcraft and Sorcery. The formula for the spell is of my devising but the incantation is from the renowned sorcerer, Allister Crowley.
Casting Directions for ‘Bring forth the Dark Goddess’
First, Create total darkness on your own, taking in its energy power. Become relaxed, and prepare to let the Dark goddess and her power in your heart. Then, after a few minute, light the candle with one stroke of the match or click of the lighter. Take in the flames light, and warmth. Look how it flickers and dances in the shadow. The take the bell in one hand and the knife/wand in the other and face the north. Strike the bell thrice with your Wand/knife and chant the Incantation as so:
O triple type of darkness! Somber splendor! Thou moon unseen of men! Thou huntress dread! Thou crowned demon of the crownless dead! O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender! Unseen of gentle spring, Allow me to the offering. Bring to thy shrine’s sepulchral glittering! I slay the swart beast! I bestow the blossom Sown in the dusk, and gathered from the gloom Under the waning moon, At midnight hardly lightening the East; And the black lamb in the black ewe’s dead womb I bring, and stir the slow infernal tune match for thy chosen priest. Here where the ring of Ocean breaks the street Black-trodden, deeply-stooping, to the abyss, I shall salute thee with the nameless kiss Pronounced toward the extreme abode Of thy ultimate desire. I shall illume the flame Whence thy wild stryges shall obey the lyre, Whence thy Lemurs shall collect and spring round, Girdling me in the sad funereal ground With faces turned back ,My face averted! I shall consummate The awful act of worship, O renowned Stress upon earth, and dread of hell, and black Fear in the skies beyond Fate! I hear the whining of thy wolves! I hear The howling of the hounds about thy form, Who comest in the terror of thy storm, And night falls faster, ere thine eyes appear Glittering through the mist. O face of woman unkissed Save from the deceased whose love is accepted ere they wist! Thee, thee I call! O dire one! O divine! I, the sole mortal, seek thy deadly shrine, Pour the dark flow of blood, A weary and reluctant river as thou drawest, with thine eyes on mine, To me round the sense-bewildering flood That holds my soul for ever!
Then, using just one breath, blow out the candle and wait. Lurking in the darkness you may see a darkness more darker then the shadows around you. You may feel a presence of power and fear. This shadow may take the shape of a woman or dog. If you find any of these things then the dark goddess, and mistress of magick has arrived.