“Queen, Hypatia, behold all flesh that is reborn with the goddess, her mighty sword of truth, her knowledge of nature and all the secrets we behold…farewell brilliant goddess!”
Everyone must present themselves to the crone, the goddess, the queen of swords.. Speak to her, if you wish, in the fashion of your ancestors.
“It is the cold of the night, it is the darkness. It is all that lives, passes, and yet dies.
It is the hope of the goddess as it passes and is reborn. It is the great warmth in the night that lights our way”.
She rises from her place of rest one last time, sword held high in one hand, her ‘book of thought’ in the other.
We mourn her sleep, her search, and her rest time that renews in spring.
She will move and change and pass with the turn of the Wheel. So mote it be!
Card Image: Karyn Easton Tarot Lovers Tarot