Or, why its better to amuse a Goddess, than to piss one off.
Some time ago (nearly a decade ago, now...) I made my dedication to Hecate. The ritual went well, the trance, deep, and I was blessed by Her presence. During the dedication, I requested a name, for use during ritual and in all things relating to magic. As in the case of so many new to magic, I had envisioned a name dramatic, euphonius, and romantic. What I was told was "Bunny." While I was in awe of actually being in the presence of the Goddess, it didn't change my basic personality, and "Bunny" certainly didn't fit with whom I imagined myself being. (who reads the Lord of the Rings, for example, and imagines herself Rosie rather than Galadriel?) So I argued, "not Bunny," but the answer kept coming back, "yes, Bunny." I don't know how many times we went back and forth. Finally, with a hint of laughter in her voice, Hecate said "You certainly are a fierce little bunny, so that is what you should be called." And then, She was gone.
For some reason, when I told that story to a large on line group of women who held Hecate as their Matron, they were horrified. Likewise, several Wiccans were not amused by the story, either. I am not sure whether it was because it would never have occurred to any of them to argue with a God (why not?), or because they were amazed because I wasn't struck down for my impertinence. I can admit that while I wasn't amused at the time (but that was ego), looking back on it now, I am. And grateful for the quirky sense of humor that I was allowed to see.
She left me (at least She left the position of Matron) a little over a year ago. I still use the name in some places and for some uses. As totally lacking in dignity as the name may be, there are still life long lessons for me in it.
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