“On an Ancient Stela it is written: ‘I am Isis the Goddess, The Possessor of Magic (HEKA), Who Performs Magic; Effective of Speech, Excellent of Words.’” (from the book “The Isis Oracle” by David Taylor –Brown, pg. 153)
This week in the mail, I finally received a book I’d been waiting on for some time; “The Isis Oracle” by David Taylor-Brown. This book also came with these AMAZING Cards; pictures and definitions of the gods & goddesses of Kemetic Paganism. Some of the cards also had beautiful hieroglyphics representing common terms and phrases that one would find themselves using often, when performing ritual and rites at their altar as worshipper of the ways of old Kemet. The cards, in all actuality, or frankly more beautiful and interesting than the book itself!
So…what in the heck does this have to do with anything, eh?
What made me so happy about receiving these items this particular week, was that it was almost like getting an acknowledgement from the Great Mother herself, for writing about the subject of my column this week. Truth is, I’ve been researching, writing and pondering on this topic since the day I uploaded my last column.
So what exactly have I been ruminating on for days on end, after recovering from a “total crisis of the self” last week?
Not just the general meaning of the term, but Women. Strong Women. More specifically, Strong Goddess Figures and Strong Women throughout this world’s storied past. I’ve found myself watching movies and other historical retellings via documentary, etc. – about Iconic Women in history. I should really say that I’ve not just gravitated towards this subject for the past two weeks; more like been possessed by the urge to immerse myself in their legends, in order to bring myself back to purpose vs. succumbing to inner struggle and daily strife.
Being sucked in as I have by the topic of iconic women figures throughout history; I’ve decided to dedicate my next few columns to some of the Goddesses that I have studied the most in the past two years. Of course, we’ll start this column with my Patron diety, my Isis.
When thinking about the ‘Great Mother’ icon, there is quite obviously a Great Mother figurehead for just about any religious path one may take – from my Blessed Mother, my Isis to the Greeks’ Eurynome – grandmother to Zeus…Cybele, one of the oldest known creation goddesses whose blessing made the crops grow; Brigit, Ireland’s infamous “Triple Goddess” to good Lilith, Mesopotamia’s Great Goddess of Wisdom, Independence and Strong-Will and Christianity’s Blessed Virgin Mary.
Regardless of their known tendencies or powers, one trait ALL Goddesses share across the board was STRENGTH. In any and every story I have ever read, regarding my patron Goddess or otherwise – it was Strength of Will that always ever seemed to see them through their burden to the side of success. For example, the story of Isis’ birth to Horus never fails to inspire me. Poor Horus was deviled not only his entire existence, but even prior to that in the womb – by his jealous uncle, the god Seth. As the story goes, Isis feared Seth would try to kill her son once born; she secretly gave birth to Horus in the marshes of the Nile delta. Hidden from view and attended by Hathor and the Scorpion Goddess, Isis gave birth to her son. As quoted in ‘The Isis Oracle’ by David Taylor-Brown (pg. 20):
“Childbirth was, and remains, a dangerous time for both mother and infant, and the wearing of an image of Isis, offers comfort at this time. At every turn the young Horus was threatened by dangerous forces and beasts, but on each occasion Isis either cured him herself, or enlisted the help of other gods such as Thoth to ensure that her son survived.”
Though translations may have been lost, and messages have been covered up by the glamour of mystery, magic, and misinterpretation – what stands truest to me will always be the “moral” of the story. And to me, the moral of this or any story is being self-sufficient – believing in oneself and going against the odds to finish what you’ve started.
What I mean by this is that as a Pagan, it can be easy to get side-swept by “Fluffy Bunny Syndrome;” ie. Looking for or insisting that your every waking moment is a miracle of some sort. Seeing a ‘sign’ of some sort, in every experience you have. Professing that everything around you is now “glitter and gold” because you are a Pagan of ‘XYZ’ path. What glitters and is gold isn’t what’s important. What’s important is remembering the ‘moral’ of the story; the gods can only help us with so much; it’s up to us to use what they give us to find a resolution and set ourselves back to purpose.
I end these thoughts for the week by laying myself bare and vulnerable to the world; a retelling in words of my experiences when Goddess is interacting directly with me:
It is always ever in dreams that she comes to visit me, or relay her advice or messages. In my dreams, she’s always in the guise of a modern-day “girls’ day out.” It’s usually brunch, or a busy café or coffee shop in the modern world. We are together, eating and drinking – everything warp speed around us; blurred and of no consequence. Her voice is soft, always amused with me for some reason but only in the sense that I know She Knows I’m hearing her – but of course, will I absorb, understand and use the powerful knowledge she relays? Her clothes could be from anytime, anywhere – both modern and timeless. Her hand always touching mine; holding my ever-moving body, soul, mind firmly in her grasp.
She LOVES me; this feeling pours from every inch of her countenance into me. She loves me, with all that she is and I love her; so much so that I’m constantly enthralled to her. I could never make my mouth form words sufficient enough to tell her that, and it destroys small pieces of me inside knowing that fact. She remains amused, stroking my fingers lovingly and letting me know that none of that matters right now; everything I know and everything I feel she has always been and will always be aware of because she made me. I am a part of her core, like all things are. When her messages are relayed, she whispers final words to me; words that it takes me DAYS Later to recall and understand! And then….just like that, she is GONE, and I am awake – Wide Awake and Full of that FIRE that she always leaves me with; the fire of Purpose Realized.
In her honor and in parting, one of my favourite passages – via one of my favourite books, “Pandora: New Tales of the Vampires” by Anne Rice (pg. 153). Here we see Pandora’s words prior to becoming a vampire, when she was human and worshipped as a member of the Cult of Isis:
“You are she who has separated the Heavens and the Earth.
You are she who rises in the Dog Star.
You are she who makes strong the right.
You are she who makes the children to love their parents.
You are she who decreed mercy for all who ask for it.”
Coming up next time…
Lilith; Dark Goddess — or, Redeemer and Patron of Scorned Women?
Until we meet again…Brightest Blessings!