Friday, September 11, 2020

Goddess Isis by Joey Morris

Art by Katherine Skaggs


Soft steps through imprinted sand,
A Journey repeats,
Stepping into the timeless River,
To wash my lashed body,
Cleansing water and fallen tears meet,
I have been broken and
I have been discarded
Torn apart from the inside
Overthrown
I toppled from my own seat,
To taste only dust in my mouth,
Forgetting who I was,
I bathe in my remorse,
And stand at the altar of my foolishness
Naked before you, abrupt in my presence,
Calling out for your blessed wisdom,
I have been parched
And my body concaves into its’ shell,
Mustering the resilience
To hope again
The water evaporates,
My lips turn to the burning Sun,
Whispering Your name,
Seeking Your balm,
I have been dismembered
By not belonging
A lack of love shadowed my every step,
Left me crumbling,
Yet I remain,
Bathing in Your light,

Memories stretch into view,
Threatening cataclysm,
As you rest Your palm on my brow
Reminding me to partake
Only of my holiness
And where all the cracking joints adjoin
I reunite
With all the wounded parts of myself
I live again
By the breath and grace of She;
Isis.


A poem from our upcoming anthology, On the Wings of Isis.

Joey Morris is a Celtic Creatrix and UK-based daughter of The Morrigan. She is an author, creatrix CEO of Starry Eyed Supplies, and co-owner of the What the Flux podcast.

To become a tempered blade of The Morrigan, one must be baptized in blood and fire. These struggles within my lifetime have led me to become a voice for the voiceless, to reach out to the broken, and to poke the shadows in others so that they might begin to heal.


“Such a path is dangerous. But so are we. This is the birth of a wild witch who sees with their 'other eyes' and treads the path of edges, sharp and unusual, but filled with adventure, magick of the liminal and the in-between spaces.”  – Joey Morris

Within the spiritual landscape, her soul mission is to deepen the understanding of our interconnectedness by both honouring the sacred and exploring the masks of the self through channelling relationships to the Divine through written work, poetry, videos, products, and services.

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Agency in the Face of Adversity by Olivia Church

Art by Elisabeth Slettnes

The story of Aset and Wesir is a famous one, which cannot be explored in full detail here; however, a summary of key moments serve to provide a portrait of Aset’s sense of agency. The first section of stories belonging to this mythic cycle survive through the combination of the Egyptian Stela of Amenmose and the retellings of the Greek authors, Plutarch and Diodorus Siculus.1 The myth unfolds with Aset and Wesir ruling as successful divine monarchs over Egypt. Their brother Sutekh (Greek Seth), God of the desert and thunderstorms,2 was jealous of Wesir’s good fortune, and from the Middle Kingdom onwards Egyptian sources assert that Sutekh was responsible for the death of Wesir.3 The most common method recorded is that Sutekh tricked Wesir into entering a coffin whereupon he sealed the lid and cast him into the Nile to drown.4 Aset was stricken with grief. She had just lost her beloved in a devastating act of violence at the hands of her own family. The story goes on to describe how Aset fled in search for Wesir’s body and “did not rest until she found him…”5 Even as a mourning widow Aset did not succumb to her grief, determined to recover Wesir’s coffin. She trusted in her own magic to help him somehow and could not allow Sutekh to get away with his terrible crime.


Plutarch elaborates, explaining how Aset recovered the coffin containing Wesir’s body in the ancient city of Byblos, in modern day Lebanon.6 Aset brought his body back home to Egypt, but was unsuccessful in hiding it from the knowledge of Sutekh. Furious with Aset’s audacity to retrieve the body, Sutekh proceeded to viciously tear it into thirteen pieces and scatter them across the Egypt.7 Although a devastating blow, Aset still refused to give in. Accepting that she needed help, she called upon her twin sister Nebet-hut (Greek Nephthys) to retrieve each part and perform a funerary rite which would restore Wesir back to life, long enough to conceive an heir. This is beautifully illustrated on numerous reliefs, with Aset in kite form hovering above Wesir’s body as Nebet-hut weeps.8 Though it may appear that Aset is the epitome of resourcefulness and strength, she is not devoid of feeling. The tears shed by her during this time were enough to cause the Nile to flood its banks:

“…I desire to see thee!

I am thy sister Aset, the desire of thine heart,

(Yearning) after thy love whilst thou are far away;

I flood this land (with tears) to-day…”9

The cries of grief expressed by Aset and Nebet-hut as they searched for Wesir were akin to the screeching of kites seeking carrion.10 Wesir’s funerary rites were likewise desperately sad:

and our eyes are weeping for thee,

the tears burn.

Woe (is us) since our Lord was parted from us!”11

The events described above serve to demonstrate three key things: First, Aset recognises that sometimes even powerful individuals, such as herself, need help from others; she is not too proud to ask for this and trusts her sister (who is also her enemy’s wife) to support her.12 Second, once again, Aset refuses to give up when something traumatic happens to her and despite the turmoil, she is able to think rationally about how to handle her situation. Refusing to allow Sutekh to get away with his actions, Aset knew that in order to regain her sovereignty she would need to produce an heir, who would challenge Sutekh’s claim to the throne. Third, in addition to displaying an iron-will to carry on, to fight against her aggressor, and to regain her authority, this queen remains in touch with her emotions. She cries literal floods of tears, she screams in rage, and is comforted by her sister. This shows how being in touch with one’s emotions does not compromise one’s strength in the face of adversity.


An excerpt of a longer essay entitled ''Agency in the Face of Adversity'' by Olivia Church from our upcoming anthology, On The Wings of Isis: Reclaiming the Sovereignty of Auset.


Notes:

1 Stela of Amenmose; Assmann, J. (2005). Death and salvation in ancient Egypt (trans. D. Lorton). Ithaca, Cornell University Press; McCabe, E. (2008) Anexamination of the Isis Cult with Preliminary Exploration into New Testament Studies. Maryland, University Press of America (pp.5, 13).

2 Pinch, G. (2002) Egyptian Mythology. A guide to the Gods, Goddesses and Traditions of Ancient Egypt. Oxford, Oxford University Press (p.192).

3 Hart, G. (2005) The Routledge dictionary of Egyptian gods and goddesses (second edition), London, Routledge (p.117).

4 McCabe (2008), p.6.

5 Stela of Amenmose; translation fromAssmann (2005), p.24.

6 Plutarch, Isis and Osiris, 14-17; Plutarch, Moralia, Vol. 5, ‘Isis and Osiris’. trans. F. C. Babbitt (1936). London, Harvard University Press.

7 Lesko (1999), p.162.

8 Wilkinson (2003), p.147.

9 Bremner-Rhind Papyrus 3:13-16; translation from, Faulkner, R. (1936) The Bremner-Rhind Papyrus: I. A. The Songs of Isis and Nephthys. The Journal of Egyptian Archaeology. 22 (2), pp.121-140. Please note that I have replaced the quote’s original “Isis” with “Aset” for consistency.

10 Bailleul-LeSuer, R. (2012) Birds in Creation Myths. In: Bailleul-LeSuer, R. (eds.) Between Heaven and Earth. Birds in Ancient Egypt. Chicago, Oriental Institute Museum Publications, pp.131-134 (p.134).

11 Bremner-Rhind Papyrus, 3:17-19; Faulkner (1936), pp.121-140.

12 Pinch (2002), p.171.


Monday, August 31, 2020

In Search of the One Who is Waiting by Donna Snyder

 

Painting by Lobsang Melendez Ahuanari


fallen leaves soft as velvet
faded grays and dusky pink
veins dark within decay
humus devoid of warmth
dry leaf upon dry leaf crushed to powder
 
infant clouds spun of yucca bloom
a basket woven from Earth’s bounty
a future full of mystery and chance
the slow kiss of an aging sun 
empty vastness of waiting paper
 
you give birth to the world 
the world becomes your lover 
a band of gypsies dancing
the beat of hammers mining
percussive shovels dig into earth
 
possibly saving your own life
late afternoon falls
lost in the experience of tactile pleasure 
thought deviates from first thought
returns to earth entwined in vine
 
you want to cry
you see Isis unveiled  

A poem from the upcoming Girl God Anthology, On the Wings of Isis.

Donna Snyder founded the Tumblewords Project in 1995 and continues to organize its free weekly workshop series and other events in the El Paso borderlands. A version of her poem “in search of the one who is waiting” is included in her collection of poetry published by NeoPoiesis Press, The Tongue Has Its Secrets. Her other books include Poemas ante el Catafalco: Grief and Renewal (Chimbarazu Press) and I Am South (Virgogray Press). Her poetry, fiction, and book reviews appear in such journals and anthologies as Red Fez, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, VEXT Magazine, Mezcla, Setu, Puerto del Sol, Jesus, Muhammad and the Goddess, Inanna’s Ascent, Original Resistance, and Speak the Language of the Land. Snyder previously practiced law representing indigenous people, people with disabilities, and immigrant workers.  


Friday, August 28, 2020

Sovereignty: The Original Sin by Trista Hendren

 

Art by Sudie Rakusin
Art by Sudie Rakusin

Under patriarchy, sovereignty is the greatest betrayal—the original sin. If you look up the antonyms for sovereign,4 they include all the things many of us were groomed to be in the church and/or patriarchal family structure.



Patriarchal men and institutions do not recognize the divinity of women. 


While I have worked through a lot of this already, at times I have still tried to validate myself through both in hopes to heal what was missing from many of my earlier relationships. But these attempts were just picking at the scab of the wound. True healing comes from recognizing our own divinity—not in validation from others.


When you are raised to worship men, this is a difficult lesson to learn.


I spent most of my life trying to be a good girl. Goddess teaches us to connect with ourselves and with our joy. When we are in that flow, we are sovereign—and by default we are good enough. We are always enough. We are allowed to be human and to make mistakes. We are encouraged to look at our darkness and shadows to facilitate our healing, and the fullness of our be-ing.


In Dreams of Isis, Nomandi Ellis asks a very compelling question: How can Isis truly be a goddess worthy of honor when she has these dark tendencies? She answers, In a way Isis has been recovering from what Clarissa Pinkola Estés calls a 'Nice-nice' complex. She has spent her life being too good, too kind, and turning the other cheek so often that her head begins to spin. She is the kind of woman who will smile during the day, but by night she howls alone in the dark of the moon. Women who fear the words of power expend a lot of energy biting their tongues.7


When I try to be 'good' by doing what I think other people want me to do, everything goes to shit. That's when my sovereignty goes out the window. But I am learning to stay in my own zone, and each year gets a little better.


I am a work in progress. We all are. The gift of learning how to garden is that you realize that there is no end point. No matter how beautiful your garden is, there is always more to do—even if it is just upkeep. The weeds are eager to pop back up—and there always will be a few here and there that need tending to.


Sovereignty was stolen from women thousands of years ago. It is not an accident that it is so difficult for many of us to reclaim.


We don't have to do it all alone. Sitting together face-to-face in women's circles has been one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Through the sharing of our stories, we heal. We see ourselves in their mistakes and their triumphs. We learn and we grow and we learn to love ourselves in all our messiness. We are given a portal back to our Goddess nature.


A few months ago, my beautiful circle sister Camilla taught me Fia's song, Shedding Skins. The chorus states:


I am beautiful and fucked up, in the most glorious way
When standing in my truth, who cares what people say


'Cause moment we stop running from the demons
in our heads and instead we choose to love them


When saying yes to life of shadow and light
oh, our suffering is done and we come alive10


May our suffering be done—and may we all become truly alive. May the Goddess of Ten Thousand Names restore the throne that is the birthright of each and every woman through reclaiming our innate divinity.


Excerpt from On the Wings of Isis, to be released this fall by Girl God Books.



Trista Hendren (editor and contributor) is the creator of Girl God Books. She lives in Bergen, Norway with her family. You can learn more about her projects at www.thegirlgod.com



Notes:

1Oliver, Mary. Dream WorkWild Geese. Atlantic Monthly Press; 1st edition, 2014.

2Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home. Her Own Room Press; 1st edition, 2017.

3Williams, Terry Tempest. When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice. Picador; Reprint edition, 2013.

4Dictionary.com

5Morrison, Toni. Sula. Knopf, 1976.

6Morrison, Toni. Sula. Knopf, 1976.

7Ellis, Normandi. Dreams of Isis: A Woman's Spiritual Sojourn. Quest Books; 1995.

8Kidd, Sue Monk. The Book of Longings. Viking; 2020.

9Morrison, Toni. Sula. Knopf, 1976.

10Fia, Made of Stars. Shedding Skins.” CD Baby, 2016. 


Tuesday, July 7, 2020

The Love of Isis Restores by Hazel DaHealer

Illustration by Arna Baartz from My Name is Isis


Isis represents restorative love. Her love was lost to death yet restored to life. The journey Isis took to restore life to her much-loved Osiris was not a beautiful journey along scenic paths. If we look at the symbolism of her hair being cut and her robes being torn to shreds as she searches for the fourteen pieces of the body of Osiris, we see she is going forth not as a Queen but as someone who is worn down and not at her best.

It's through the process of restoring life that Isis resumes her name as Au Set which roughly translates into ‘exceeding Queen.’ Her legend presents her wings as protective. Isis is most often depicted with the Ankh which is the ancient symbol of life. She is the bringer of life that was once thought to be lost.

Life during the COVID19 pandemic offers us a chance to revisit Isis and let her story restore our path through the chaos to a place of sovereignty. A lesson we can adapt to our journey is that first we must grieve. We grieve the lives lost to the disease and the lifestyles we lost during this part of our journey. Many of us are privileged to find our main complaints at this time to be the inability to physically gather with our loved ones and the inability to travel unrestricted. We suffer the sadness and stress that comes from not being able to maintain our hair to our usual standards.

Once we realize we are in mourning we can begin our search for wholeness. We can miss the physical contact, but we have the ability to gather via electronic means such as Zoom. We also begin to realize that the external definition of beauty we took on is no longer valid. We see the beauty of the grey blossoming from our untreated hair. We are no longer busy so now our focus shifts to those in our household and those who are our loves.

When we take a look at ourselves and realize we have the ability to reassemble our lives around those we love – and the lifestyle we desire born of our new focus – it is then that we are wrapped in the protective wings of Isis. The new life we bring from the disruption and mourning is like Horus who was conceived through the reassembled parts of Osiris.

Our challenge today is to search out the missing pieces of our lives and reassemble them in a way that restores our lives. Through this restoration our love of people, places, events, and objects takes on new facets. It's this new life born from loss that makes us stronger. We grow because we somehow sought out what we have lost and recrafted a better way. May Isis restore the love and a more sustainable life to you, your loved ones, and the world that we share! Walk in strength and beauty as the Lady of Ten Thousand names.

Blessed BE!

An excerpt from the upcoming Girl God anthology, On the Wings of Isis.


Hazel DaHealer lives surrounded by family in the beautiful state of South Carolina. She has contributed to Original Resistance: Reclaiming Lilith Reclaiming Ourselves and Inanna's Ascent: Reclaiming Female Power. Her chosen career helps restore order to the chaos life brings for many. Hazel is embracing her inner Isis as she restores her own life to a more Queenly state of being. 

Monday, July 6, 2020

Reflection on an Egyptian Goddess by Sharon Smith

Art by Arna Baartz



Auset, I know your pain.
You lost your Love too…
It changes you, doesn’t it?
Here today, gone tomorrow…
Life becomes a dark, shadowed land
and you wander it aimlessly
wanting only to embrace once again
what you have lost.
You know the road of which I speak:
You traveled it across the desert spaces of Egypt yourself
in search of your lost Love.
You found him only to lose him a second time.
I don’t envy you that double loss:
once was more than enough for me.
But Love was born of that hallowed space after your losses.
And Love was born from the dark space after my own loss.
Your Love manifested in Horus;
mine in learning to love myself.
But both were acts of Defiance,
of Sovereignty:
Yours toward Set, who robbed you of your Love;
mine toward the Patriarchy,
which robbed me of my Self.
We both stood our ground, didn’t we?
We refused to bend, to break,
to give up, to give in…
We both are Dangerous Women
to the men who want to define and control us,
to strip us of our rightful places and our power.
You taught me this:
That the struggle is not a sign of weakness,
but an opportunity to cultivate Courage and Strength,
to rise above it all
and reclaim what is ours.
You showed me, Dear Auset,
that loss does not have to end us:
It can begin us.
And you reminded me
that Goddesses are not seated in exalted heavenly places:
They walk among us,
because they ARE us.

Poem from the upcoming anthology, On the Wings of Isis.

Sharon Smith is a writer, ghost writer, editor, and proofreader with a passion for helping women reconnect with their Authentic Selves and Voices. She loves & honors the Great Mother in all Her many forms, and has a deep connection to Nature. She identifies as a Green Witch and follows an eclectic spiritual path that is a blending of Native American and Celtic Teachings, both in her ancestral line.





Friday, July 3, 2020

What the Throne, Altar and Womb of the Goddess Isis Represent by Krystal Alexander-Hille

Painting by Elisabeth Slettnes

If you have picked up this book, it may be because you feel a strong connection to Isis, you may even believe you were her in a previous or alternate existence. However, there is one, and only one, reason why you are on this planet right now. Therefore, there is one and only one reason why you have bought this book, one and only one reason why you are reading this chapter: you have a deep question yearning to be answered. But often our patterns make us blind and deaf to the answers. My intention is that this chapter will unlock something for you to bring you closer to your true self.

When I asked, “what is mine to share in this anthology?”, I was shown the stile, or hieroglyph of the headpiece of Isis: the throne of the sovereign queen, the altar of the high priestess, and the womb of pure magical birthing power. I will take you on a journey to reclaim them all.

We all embody Isis, because her essence lives in the collective unconscious of us all, and it is there for everyone to tap into, be it Isis the Goddess, Isis the Queen, Isis the High Priestess, Isis the Mother, or Isis the woman. But who was she, and what does she represent today?

I am sure my other sisters in this anthology will refer to the main mythology of the Egyptian Pantheon, that Isis was the daughter of the Earth God, Geb, and the Sky Goddess, Nut, sister and wife to the then king of Egypt, Osiris, as well as sister of Seth and Nephthys. How, when Seth cut Osiris into many pieces and scattered his body across the country, Isis transformed into a bird, gathered the pieces, and with her magical powers put them back together, all but for the penis, which she could not find. Despite that, she replaced his penis with one of pure gold, and then, through her magical powers, conceive her son, Horus. And of how, when the temples of Isis were turned into Christian Churches around 540 AD, the story of Isis nursing Horus was transmuted into the story of the Virgin Mary nursing Jesus.

But there is another less-known story, one that tells the tale from the perspective of the star races, in which the soul of Isis comes from the ninth-dimensional Hathor consciousness. In distant ancient Egyptian times, this soul incarnated into the body of an Annunaki woman; the Annunaki being giant hybrid Sirian/Reptilian (Dracos) inhabitants of a planet that orbits the second sun, Nibiru, in our solar system. At that time, the Annunaki had colonised earth primarily to mine gold, but when their lower-class workers rebelled around 400,000BC, the Annunaki genetically engineered a replacement slave race – humans. I know, a very different story to that of the Bible!

The name Isis, or “Aset”, derived from the ancient Egyptian word for ‘throne’. Thus, Isis is often depicted with the stile or hieroglyph of the throne on her head. She is later depicted with the sun-disk held in cow’s horns, the sun-disk symbolising the sun consciousness of Ra, and the cow horns relating directly to the star constellation of the Pleiades. She is either represented as a woman in a sheath dress, or with the wings of a goddess. These wings are the symbol of Nibiru, the second sun or ‘winged destroyer’ that triggers regular pole shifts with its return and is seen above many entrances of Egyptian Temples. It reminds us of Isis’ connection of Isis to that second sun.


An excerpt from a extensive essay by Krystal Alexander-Hille entitled, ''The Birthing and Rebirthing of Humanity'' in our upcoming anthology, On the Wings of Isis.


Krystal Alexander-Hille is an international tantra teacher, spiritual mentor and galactic embodiment coach. She works with conscious leaders, business people and healers to explore their erotic energy and connect it with their multi-dimensional Self, so that they can embody and expand their essence and magnetic power to create more meaningful connections, deeper intimacy and greater financial abundance from a place of embodied sovereignty, flow and joy.

Aware of her galactic origins, Krystal comes from a soul lineage of ancient high priestesses, embodying divine feminine codes. She is the founder of Goddess Reawakening and the Temple of Conscious Eroticism, offers initiation journeys to Egypt & Mexico, facilitates tantric in-person and online workshops, and is particularly proud of her latest creation: The Temple of Galactic Embodiment, a membership platform for conscious leaders, birthing a new era.

Krystal holds a BA in English Literature & Theatre, a diploma in Life Coaching and TimeLine Therapy and is a certified Tantra Teacher and Reiki Master. With 30 years in leadership and personal development, over the past 12 years, Krystal has contributed her wisdom to numerous international summits and podcasts, and is the author of 'She Who Would Be Queen', 'In the Womb of the Goddess', and contributing author to 'Reclaiming Lilith, Reclaiming Ourselves', with two other book contributions to be released later in 2020.

Originally from Germany, Krystal lives with her young family in county Victoria, Australia. You can connect with her here: https://krystalalexanderhille.com or email krystal@goddessreawakening.com