Here’s a spell to invoke Hecate, the dark goddess of witchcraft and Sorcery. The formulation for the spell is of my devising but the incantation is by the famous sorcerer, Allister Crowley.
Casting Directions for ‘Bring forth the Dark Goddess’
First, Create total darkness for yourself, 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 a single stroke of the match or click of the lighter. Take from the flames light, and heat. Look how it flickers and dances in the darkness. 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, Let me the offering. Bring to thy shrine’s sepulchral glittering! I chased the swart beast! I bestow the blossom Sown in the dusk, and accumulated in the gloom Underneath the waning moon, At midnight hardly lightening the East; And the black lamb from the black ewe’s dead womb I bring, and stir the slow infernal tune Fit 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 uttermost abode Of thy ultimate desire. I shall illume the fire Whence thy wild stryges shall obey the lyre, Whence thy Lemurs shall gather and spring around, Girdling me in the sad funereal floor 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 Panic from the skies beyond Fate! I hear the whining of thy wolves! I hear The howling of the hounds about thy form, Who comest from the terror of thy storm, And night falls faster, ere thine eyes appear Glittering through the mist. O face of girl unkissed Save by the dead whose love is accepted ere they wist! Thee, thee I call! O dire one! O divine! I, the only mortal, seek thy deadly shrine, Pour the dark stream of blood, A weary and reluctant river Even as thou drawest, with thine eyes on mine, To me round the sense-bewildering flooding That holds my soul for ever!
Then, with a single breath, blow out the candle and wait. Lurking in the shadow you will see a darkness more darker then the shadows around you. You might 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.