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In this week’s Pagan Community Notes: New Moon Eclectics scores a victory in Georgia, scientists rediscover some super-cute marsupials once thought extinct, “witchcraft” is mentioned in a Seattle-area murder investigation, and we share the sad news that Kat Suthon has crossed the Veil.
Hekate’s Sickle Festival is one of the largest and longest-running Pagan gatherings in North America. Each year, the community comes together in Seattle for a full weekend of rituals, workshops, and magical celebration. The festival honors the Goddess Hekate and features ceremonies, immersive mystery plays, themed dances like the Vampire’s Ball, special guest teachers, and hands-on experiences for seekers of all levels. It’s a place to connect with like-minded souls, celebrate the turning of the year, and witness powerful moments—like major awards and community recognitions. Imagine standing in sacred space with Selena Fox—one of the most beloved voices in Pagan spirituality.
A fire breaks out at the hotel hosting Hekate’s Sickle Festival in the early morning. The fire is reportedly suspicious but everyone is safe.
SEATTLE — Over the weekend, the Pagan community in the pacific northwest learned that one of its beloved members, a fellow teacher, talented artist, and close friend, had committed suicide. Since then, shock has rolled through the community, turning into expressions of deep sadness. Writer Rhyd Wildermuth posted, “The last time I saw you, you gave me a huge hug and called me ‘big brother’ like you always did, and then said, ‘I feel like I’ll never see you again.’ I smiled and laughed it off. Of course we’d see each other again […] I was fucking wrong.”
“The Gates again open, the skies darken, the rain soaks through stone and skin.” I.
The rain poured through my skin. As I stood upon the pavement outside the tavern, soaked in the chill night, smoking a cigarette, the Gates opened around me. Straddling the ford, wet up to the laces of my boots, water rushing past my feet along the river-bed: someone is laughing at me. Eddies swirl in the torrent unable to clear the leaf-clogged drains, and someone is laughing at me.