In the vast tapestry of the divine feminine, there are few figures as powerful, transformative, and mystically complex as Hekate, Baba Yaga, and Ereshkigal. These three goddesses—each a beacon of wisdom, strength, and mystery—guide us through the liminal spaces where transformation occurs, where shadows and light meet, and where the sacred mysteries of existence unfold.
Though each goddess represents a unique aspect of the divine, they share common threads: guardians of thresholds, keepers of the unknown, and guides who walk with us through the darkness and the unknown. Let’s explore each of their energies and how they influence our journeys of self-discovery and magickal work.
Hekate: The Triple Goddess and Keeper of the Keys
Matron of the Crossroads | Torchbearer of the Deep | She Who Walks With Us Still
Hekate is not a distant myth or shadowy goddess from old. She is present. Living. Burning at the heart of our coven, at the center of our work. She is the stillness in the dark before a spell is cast, the flame that flickers when we speak truth, and the steady presence at every crossroads we face. For us—Kalliste and Skotia—Hekate is not just revered. She is remembered. Felt. Known.
She is the ancient Greek goddess of witchcraft, magick, necromancy, and thresholds. Often called the Triple Goddess—Maiden, Mother, and Crone—she is far more than that. Hekate is the embodiment of liminality: the space between what was and what will be. She holds the keys to every realm—above, below, and within. Her torches light the way through death, rebirth, shadow, and soul. She stands where most turn away, and with her, we have learned to stand too.
In our coven, Hekate is our Matron. Our guide, our protector, and our fiercest mirror. She is who we call on in our deepest rituals, and who answers when no one else can. She doesn’t coddle us. She doesn’t make it easy. She teaches through revelation, through shadow, through hard-won clarity. With her, we’ve learned that the path isn’t always safe—but it is always ours. That the power we seek outside is already within. That the key was never lost—it was simply waiting for us to claim it.
Her magic isn’t about spectacle. It’s about depth. It’s about seeing clearly, standing boldly, and honoring the truth no matter how dark or wild it may be. She is the balance of light and shadow, of creation and destruction. She walks with the dead and whispers to the living. She is the guardian of the mysteries—and she does not flinch from what must be faced.
When we serve her, we are not playing at power—we are reclaiming it. Through her, we embrace the sacred responsibility of our path. We learn to trust the fire inside us, the knowing in our bones, and the road that rises to meet us. Hekate does not want blind devotion. She wants truth. Integrity. Presence. She calls for a kind of devotion that is earned—not given freely out of fear, but claimed through choice, clarity, and courage.
She is the torch we carry into the dark.
She is the silence before the spell.
She is the keeper of the keys, and she has taught us that we are the door.
She is Greek. She is sacred. We are hers.
Baba Yaga: A Slavic Witch Goddess and Bone-Wise Initiator on Kalliste’s Path
Baba Yaga is the legendary crone of Slavic folklore—feared, revered, and whispered about through generations. She is no gentle elder. She is the storm behind the trees, the crunch of bones in the forest, the one who sees you before you even knock. She doesn’t cradle you with comfort. She confronts you with truth.
She lives in a hut that stands on chicken legs, spinning and shifting in the deep woods—untouched by civilization, unmoved by expectation. Her home is lined with skulls. Her voice is the howl of the wind. She is the keeper of primal wisdom, ancient earth magick, and wild feminine power that cannot be tamed.
She is not just a witch—she is a Goddess. A Slavic deity of thresholds, trials, and transformation. In my work, Baba Yaga is the force that calls me back to the bone—back to the earth, back to the raw parts of myself I buried to survive. She doesn’t walk beside me to make the path easier. She walks ahead, silent, daring me to keep up.
She doesn’t whisper sweet affirmations. She hands me a shovel and says:
“Dig.”
She teaches through hunger, through shadows, through getting lost and finding yourself by instinct alone. You want her guidance? Prove you’re ready. Burn the mask. Cut the lies from your skin. Come to her with your rage, your grief, your bloodline, and your bare truth.
She is paradox—both terrifying and nurturing. Both chaos and clarity. She’ll feed you from a chipped bowl while handing you a blade to cut cords that no longer serve you. Her lessons are brutal, but they are sacred. And once you’ve been through her fire, you never forget her.
She came to me not in a dream, but in a reckoning. In the silence after the scream. In the bones I found buried in my chest. She is the reason I no longer flinch from the dark—because I’ve walked it with her. I am it now.
When I call to Baba Yaga, I am not asking for safety. I am asking to be stripped bare. To be rebuilt from truth. To remember who I was before the world told me to be quiet.
She is Slavic. She is sacred. I am hers.
Ereshkigal: The Queen of the Underworld and Deep Transformation on Skotia’s Path
Ereshkigal is the mighty and ancient Goddess of the Underworld, the sovereign who rules over the realm of death, rebirth, and profound transformation. She is not to be feared, but to be revered—for her domain is the place where souls shed their old skins, and where the deepest truths of our existence are revealed. She is not a goddess of easy paths, but one who reigns over the profound, liminal space between life and death, where all facades are stripped away.
In her kingdom, the shadows are not darkened by fear but illuminated by understanding. Her throne is not built on comfort, but on the bones of what was and the potential of what will be. She is the one who holds the key to rebirth, the one who demands the shedding of illusions before we can ascend into the fullness of our power. She doesn’t invite you in softly. She commands you to face the truths you’ve buried deep, to look at the things you’ve hidden, and to step into the unknown without hesitation.
She doesn’t walk beside me to make things easier. She is the one waiting at the gates of transformation, asking, “Are you ready to let go? Are you ready to face what you fear most?” Her lessons are not gentle. They are steeped in sacrifice, but they are sacred. When you approach her, you do not bring a mask—you bring your raw, unfiltered self, knowing she will see through all the layers of pretense.
Ereshkigal is the one who asks you to die before you can be reborn. She doesn’t coax you into the underworld with soft whispers. She drags you by your soul, saying, “You are not your past. You are what you can become if you let go of who you were.” She is the death of everything that holds you back, and the birth of the parts of yourself you thought you had lost.
Her energy is both fierce and nurturing—she destroys only to rebuild. She demands you face your deepest fears and your deepest truths, and when you’ve done so, she will feed you from the feast of your own metamorphosis. There is no comfort in her presence, but there is power, and there is freedom in the unearthing of your true self.
She came to me not as a figure of destruction, but as a guide in the depths, in the places where I was broken and alone. She is the reason I no longer shy away from endings, because I’ve learned that with every end, there is the seed of new beginnings. In her presence, I have learned to walk in both worlds—the one of the living and the one of the dead—holding my power as I stand between them.
When I call upon Ereshkigal, I do not ask for peace. I ask to be reborn. I ask to be torn open by my own truth. I ask for the wisdom to walk through the fires of transformation, knowing that through her, I will emerge into my truest, most powerful form.
She is Sumerian. She is sacred. I am hers.
The Intersection of Their Energies
Threshold. Descent. Transformation. The Path of the Fierce Divine.
Though each of these goddesses holds unique power, they are united in their ability to guide us through the liminal where real transformation occurs. Hekate opens doors at the crossroads, casting light where the path diverges. Baba Yaga waits deep in the forest, where the civilized world fades and only the wild self remains. Ereshkigal holds court in the underworld, where everything we thought we were is stripped bare so that we may remember who we truly are.
Together, they stand as guardians of death and rebirth, destruction and re-creation, shadow and soul. They do not promise ease or comfort. What they offer is far more sacred: the path of becoming. Through them, we are reminded that transformation is not a force to be feared–it is the very fire that forges us.
Their teachings call us to embrace the shadows as much as the light, knowing that the most profound changes happen not in safety, but in surrender—when we step into the unknown with unwavering trust in the process. They remind us that every cycle—every death, every rebirth, every unraveling—is necessary for the expansion of the soul. What feels like an ending is often the seed of our next becoming.
With them, we descend not to be lost—but to rise. We enter the dark not to be broken—but to be remade. Whether we are shedding old identities, confronting buried fears, or reclaiming our power, these Goddesses walk beside us. They guide. They illuminate. They demand truth—and in return, they offer sovereignty.
Their collective energy beckons us to honor the mysteries that lie at the heart of existence, to trust the ancient wisdom of the unseen, and to walk the path of transformation with unshakable courage, raw grace, and fierce devotion. Through their sacred guidance, we are continually reminded that the key to our deepest magick resides within us—waiting to be unlocked, awakened, and set free.
They do not hand us answers. They hand us mirrors.
They do not save us—they show us how to save ourselves.We are not alone in the dark.
They are the dark—and the flame within it.
They are the Sacred Trinity—threshold, reckoning, and descent.
And through their guidance, we rise.
How have Hekate, Baba Yaga, and Ereshkigal influenced your own spiritual journey or transformation? Share your thoughts or experiences in the comments below—We’d love to hear how these powerful goddesses have guided you on your path.