Up briefly

We had a great game today. I was actually rested and prepared. We played late, though, and despite two two-litres of caffeinated soda today (yes, really), after the game master called to see what I thought about how it went, I fell asleep with practically every light on in the house, including the one I was under, with the phone in the bed. I woke to heed nature's call, and so I took my Lantus and went ahead and made my monthly libation to Hekate (yes, I know the moon is full; I go by menstruation, not moons). With it I asked for her help in finding a good, sustainable job in my field (in this geographical area) within the next three years that would provide stability but which I would enjoy. Sometimes you have to be careful when asking the Gods for help, in how you phrase your prayers. Remember Tithonis? Tithonis was a youth, a son of the king of Troy. Eos (Aurora for the Romans), the Dawn, fell in love with him, and asked Zeus to grant him eternal life so they could be together. But she didn't ask for Tithonis to have eternal youth, and so he withered before her over the years. A later myth described him as turning into a cicada, eternally begging for death. In the Homeric hymn to Aphrodite, he is described this way: 'but when loathsome old age pressed full upon him, and he could not move nor lift his limbs, this seemed to her in her heart the best counsel: she laid him in a room and put to the shining doors. There he babbles endlessly, and no more has strength at all, such as once he had in his supple limbs.'

Hekate herself is associated with power over many things, including the those things of the earth, the sky, and the sea. She was often supplicated by her followers for wealth, according to Hesiod, as well as a host of other things. As he put it,

Whom she will she greatly aids and advances: she sits by worshipful kings in judgement, and in the assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people. And when men arm themselves for the battle that destroys men, then the goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will. Good is she also when men contend at the games, for there too the goddess is with them and profits them: and he who by might and strength gets the victory wins the rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents. And she is good to stand by horsemen, whom she will: and to those whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea, and who pray to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, easily the glorious goddess gives great catch, and easily she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will. She is good in the byre with Hermes to increase the stock. The droves of kine and wide herds of goats and flocks of fleecy sheep, if she will, she increases from a few, or makes many to be less. So, then, albeit her mother's only child, she is honored amongst all the deathless gods. And the son of Cronos made her a nurse of the young who after that day saw with their eyes the light of all-seeing Dawn. So from the beginning she is a nurse of the young, and these are her honors.
--Hesiod, Theogony, (English Translation by Hugh G. Evelyn-White)

So you can see She has a long-standing tradition of helping those in need with their livelihood. I gave her nearly 1.5 litres of wine, all that I had in the house. Prayer works a little differently in the pagan world than the Christian one.