Fountains Out Of Hecate...
But when I woke I was murmuring to myself, as if in interpretation…, and I knew there were many at that Mystery who would wake up again outcasts of Heaven and the God of this world would obliterate memory so that they would never know they had kept tryst with the Kabiri.
Once before, not in dreams but in meditation, there had broken in upon me such a light from the secret places; and I saw through earth as through a transparency to one of those centers of power, ‘fountains out of Hecate’ as they are called in the Chaldean Oracles, and which are in the being of earth, even as in ourselves there are fiery centers undiscovered by the anatomist, where thought is born or the will leaps up in flame.
A. E. The Candle of Vision (1918)
