Invoking the Scribes of Ancient Egypt

"These are but two ways of coming into contact with the divine. Osiris is the story of Every Man. Life— and in the midst of it, death and return to the source. The story of Isis is one of radical knowing, a departure from the personal grief into an embodiment of the great divine narrative. She has penetrated the heart of Re the solar god, the Supra-consciousness, and made contact with the shining spark of her own intelligence... With her words of power, her magic that derives from the depth of experience, Isis chooses to make her transformation while she is on earth. . . ." Invoking the Scribes of Ancient Egypt by Normandi Ellis and Gloria Taylor Brown

I have ordered this book and cannot wait for its arrival.  I have enjoyed Normandi Ellis' works for they have definitely had an impact on my journey for over 15 years.  I feel she as such a strong connection to Ancient Kemet and keen insight into Isis, her story and its symbolism for us today.  She definitely displayed her spiritual connection with Osiris in her work Awakening Osiris a new translation of the Book of Coming Forth by Day.  Getting us to see ourselves as part of the Divine here and willfully walking the path our deities have laid out for us.

I cannot wait for this new work that speaks to 'The Initiatory Path of Spiritual Journaling'.  Another step in my own journey begins.

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Poison Woman - excerpt

Here is the next paragraph of my budding story, inspired by my time in the high desert of New Mexico on my honeymoon.  This story definitely has a life of its own, a past life:

"He must cleanse and ask the Great Spirit for guidance.  He would find her. Avenge his brother and restore his honor.  She could not run forever. He would cleanse his mind and rid it of the impure thoughts, distractions and most if all the memories.  He would become the arrow.  The Great Spirit surely would guide him, for justice - so his brother’s spirit could rest.  Then he could return and continue his own journey, the Old One was only partly right; the path of the shaman was through the path of the warrior."

Grace of Ma'at

To give the gift of grace and wish through the act to transforms others with no thought for myself . . .this is Ma'at

She presides over my house from my living room - the place we all come together, where she can see all who enters and who leaves. She took up residence here first -  before we moved in last year

Rememberance

I decided to go to church with my beloved today.  The sermon touched on death, those that passed on and what is heaven like.  I find it interesting at this time of year – Halloween – Samhain – ancestor remembrance; when the veil is thinnest, that what is uppermost in our collective conscious is the same no matter what path we follow.  I love how these spiritual threads pervade so many belief structures, reemphasizing how we are all connected and closer than we want to believe sometimes. 

While not a follower of Celtic traditions I do feel this time between now and the Winter Solstice is a ‘time of no time”.  A time I will spend reflecting, waiting, journeying toward the Duat. I will however honor my Deities and my ancestors tonight.  I honor all that came before me but this year I have chosen as a special remembrance my maternal grandparents – who were of Native American descent and my father who was Irish.  I have decided on a simple arrangement this year – focusing on the gratefulness and commemoration.

My father and my grandmother I recently lost and have chosen fruits they loved.  For my grandmother the wonderful red apple she convinced me was the perfect food for a snack, a trip up a tree to read for the afternoon or at night on the porch watching the stars.  For my father I have offer the oranges he loved to eat on the front steps every late summer when I was a child while listening to my youthful hopes and dreams.  My grandfather taught me so much just by example, common sense, conversation and actions how could I not know now what he was imparting from his heart to his oldest grandchild?

Many blessings, much thanks and deep love today.  May your celebration and remembrance be what you need it to be.

Illumination

The chill in the morning air reminds me of my ever present journey taken into the Duat this winter.  The time of solitude, reflection, gathering strength for the next incarnation is stretching before me.  Yet as I sit here on my front steps, with the Sun kissing my face - seeding my Ka I am reminded of the love and the strength gained that will be with me throughout my journey. My guide into the Duat is Aset - so my feet cannot stumble, Heru stands guard that I shall remain protected from the perils of my travels, Ra shines his light, as part of his journey, to give light to those in the Duat.  My destination is my father Ausar, he who in his loving kindness will re-new me, nourish me and give me the seeds for my ascent and next part of my travels.  So I see this road of self-discovery is not dark at all but highly illuminated for it is nothing more than learning of thy self - the good and the bad shown in great distinction and contrast - just gaining this knowledge is light enough.

Cant stop the spirits when they need you, this life is more than just a read through . . .Red Hot Chili Peppers

So True!!

My Burden

I fell naked and without shame from the void above

Eagerly I rose to do my fathers’ bidding never asking why

With determination I set my feet on the path of truth and love

The beauty of the world lay before me and wonder was in my eyes

For long years I rejoiced in man’s righteous stand

Then darkness descended and man lost his way

 A cancer ate at his heart and Crimson betrayal the food of the land

Now my task is clear and again I must not stay

My heart is heavy as are my feet and shame now fills my soul

And still I ask not why

~~Thy Daughter