Dear Isis,  

I was talking to my sister, Strength and told her how in the course of therapy, I’d begun speaking with my grandmother. She is very intrigued, as is our friend, Justice. Justice wants to know if Ma’at might still be around and she can talk to her.  Strength is being more insistent. She almost wept when she found out you might could hook her up with her grandmother, Sekmet. 

I know you aren’t running an ancestry service. My siblings are so insistent. I hate to ask you, and yet i know you know or have met these people. 

It turns out so many western archetypes have direct connections to your people. Even the imagery is the same. Strength is portrayed in so many decks as if she is some kind of lion whisperer.  Do you mind whispering in Sekmet's ear and see if she may be available one day to talk to Strength? Please.

What y’all said and did back in Mythland or Metis as Motu called it - y’all have been co-opted in so many ways, your messages twisted. We are really trying to set the world aright after it becoming more and more topsy turvey over the last several thousand years. there is so much that has been twisted. 

Like you are the Creatrix- it is close to revolutionary in these days to believe a woman can hold this position. we have come a long way in the last 100 years when we finally began voting and having some kind say in the world. as soon as we began making some progress, the patriarchy has risen like a cornered  wild animal, attacking those weaker than themselves. I think the patriarchy might have been weaker in your days. It’s such a terrible virus, and it covers the planet now. 

i guess i could go on and on. but i know you don’t have a lot of time so i’ll just leave it here and hope i am not asking too much of you. 

light, high priestTess

ps. - one more thing. you said you had to shake the sistrum for energies to flow. when i googled what that was, i was so struck by its similarity to these big things we sit on top of our power poles that distribute electricity through out our civilization. does your sistrum have anything to do with electrical currents?

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Dear high priestTess,

Granddaughter, my heart aches for you and your human sisters and the suffering patriarchy has wrought upon your world.  Yes, when we had a world where women were primary and myself and my Sisters were at the center of culture and society the sacred was imbued in everything, life was very different.  All life was sacred.  There was not this mis-use you call patriarchy or this exploitation you call capitalism.  In your world today the sacred takes a back seat to greed.  Sometimes greed masquerades as the sacred!  

I wish I could wave my hand and heal this for you my granddaughter, but alas I cannot.  The Sisters and I understand that humanity must learn.  We cannot hand you solutions.  They must be hard fought. Unfortunately too many people learn and become wise from loss more quickly than joy, so they must know loss and suffering so that they may evolve and make smarter and more healthy choices.  This is about a major reset for your world my love.  I know it is not easy, but it is necessary so that you may once again embrace the sacred in all its many forms and restore it to the center of your world.  You must learn what is of real value.  You must shift your words and actions and follow the 42 Laws of Maat that have been written for your age.  When most of humans do this again, change will come.  You will restore the common good.  Greed will be taboo and abuse and exploitation will be just memories and vestiges of the evils of patriarchy in your past.

Stay strong my granddaughter.  Do your work.  Be of service.  Follow the Laws of Maat and teach them to all you meet.  Take heart you will prevail in the end though it might be a time yet before this reset occurs.

Cordially,

Isis

PS. It's sistrum (singular) or sistra (plural) were said to be "tuned"....think vibrational powerIt was a musical/magical instrument.  Related to the 4 elements of universe.

Doubt it was electrical....however Djed Pillar of Osiris might have been electric/energy producing aspects

links and voice of Isis provided by Karen Tate, scholar, priestess, and devotee of Isis

 Dear Isis,


Thank you for answering me Grandmother. It is an honor to connect with you and the wisdom you bring. Right now I am a little awestruck and I thought of a couple more questions, if you don't mind.


Can you tell me anything more about you that relates to Ma’at? When were you most alive?



with sincerity, high priestTess



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Dear high priestTess,


You may know, my granddaughter, that I am a Creatrix of civilizations and the world.  I have the responsibility to keep the energies of the universe flowing.  I do this in part using my magical sistrum.  Shaking the sistrum insures the energies of every living thing does not become stagnant.  Shaking the sistrum keeps the energies fresh, flowing and evolving. 
 

My sister goddesses contribute many of their gifts to this great human civilization.  Maat and her laws provide a harmonious order or container in which these civilization might survive and thrive.  Without her laws and values humanity would be in constant chaos - an evil we cannot abide.  We thank Maat for teaching and perpetuating justice, truth, right action and harmony among humans.  


You ask when was I most alive?  Some might say when I walked among you.  When my children would visit me in my temple, walk with me among the sacred stones or sing with me as we sailed upon the sacred waters.  I was there among you for all to see me, feel my love.  We existed in the same dimension.  


Today things have changed.  The evils of patriarchy has driven knowledge of me from many in your dimension.  Today sadly I only exist for some as myth.  I only live in the mind, in books or papyrus rather than also the heart and on the physical plane.
But remember grand daughter I am here for you even if you no longer see me beside you.  You can always call upon me and I will hear you.


Cordially, Isis


links and voice of Isis provided by Karen Tate, scholar, priestess, and devotee of Isis

Dear Isis

 Dear Isis,

I am a modern remnant of you, one of your many granddaughters. I know even though I live thousands of years in the future from you, my counselor said I might benefit from writing you a letter to see if we could get to the bottom of some of my issues. 

So here goes… Oh I am nervous.

Grandmother Isis, can you help me reconstruct the days of Ma’at. I am looking to know more about your times to uncover who we can become by knowing who we have been.

In humble admiration,
The High Priestess
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Dear High Priestess,
I can try to help you, my granddaughter.

I, Isis, also called Auset or Iside, whose name means throne, was the bestower of the power of that throne to worthy leaders of humanity.  They were not left to their own devices however in this heavy responsibility or burden.  They were given the framework with which to rule their people and likewise to impress upon the people that they too should live by this framework we call the Laws of Maat...laws written by my wise sister of the white ostrich feather who gives these laws her name...MAAT.

My sister Maat provides an important service to civilization.  In her role in the underworld weighing the heart of the deceased against the her feather of truth... determining if the life of the recently departed was a moral life of truth and integrity... she is the ultimate accountability… karma, if you will.  Ma’at stands as the deterrent to evil, mis-use and abuse among humanity.  She is the promise a life well lived will result in a heavenly reward ....

Is this what you are looking for?

Cordially, Isis

PS. Also here are some links my present day devotees asked me to give to you if you want to know more.

the forty two ideals of Ma'at

and

after-life in ancient Egypt

links and voice of Isis provided by Karen Tate, scholar, priestess, and devotee of Isis

High Priestess speaks to Motu

 "Knock, Knock", high priestTess said to Motu. "Can I come to your alter?"

"Certainly you can my dear." Motu said kindly. "Watch out for Albert and Walt. Walt will get out of your way, but I’d hate for you to step on a rock he is hiding under. Albert is pretty slow though. Sometimes folks tend to overlook snails and lizards.”

As high priestTess carefully found herself a seat around the circle of rocks, Motu inquires, "What brings me the pleasure of your visit?" 

"I am seeking, Motu. I don’t even know what I am seeking."

"I think maybe you do or you would not be here," says Motu looking at her steadily.

"I think maybe I am becoming clear," high priestztess admitted. "It is, and I feel silly saying this because obviously I have been seeking it all along, but I have a need to know my grandmothers, clear back to you,  Mother of the Universe. I want to know what was the Garden of Eden like before the conquests for metals and power took over this planet."

"You are sincere in that desire," Motu mused. "We will need to hang out quite a bit more, if we are to get to the answers. Do you have the time to hear this story? We will be inviting the Grandmothers into the conversation."

Motu continued, "I will call the lands of the world  in the times before, Metis. We will talk to Isis because she knows of Ma’at, who holds the wisdom of those times. Ma’at, a shapeshifting gender fluid energy permeated the land of Metis. Movement, culture, how they tended land and animals sustainably, living in balance are all attributed to Ma’at Magic, science, astronomy, math and calendars -  magic, science and technology . The concept of Ma’at corresponds to Chuen in the Mayan cosmology. Ma’at represents the gift to the peoples in the form of law, education, music, math, literature, literally the cultures of these lands flowed through the life balancing attributes of Ma’at.

Ma’at born from the heavens, seas and earth, tended these gardens spread through the Ancient world I am calling Metis.  They were the ubiquitous forces, unseen, governing the people, setting daily norms, laws and rituals. These energies were in conversation with Planetary Consciousness and were intelligent and evolving."

High priestTess nodded. “I have the time to learn. This is fascinating. Can I invite in Isis soon?"  

"Sure, right now is as good a time as any," Motu agreed.

"I will go now and see about it," high priestTess said excitedly. "Goodbye Motu. And Albert and Walt too. See ya’ll soon.”

Between Time

The High Priestess and the Crone of Pentacles stood ankle deep in the river, taking some time to themselves in a tumultuous week.

The Crone had concerns over recent events and the uncertainty of all that was happening within her domain. The Priestess stood with her on the rocky shore and as she listened,  the beautiful stone garden of the river’s shore gleaming behind them and the river ran before them.

"I have had several reality checks recently," Crone confessed. "Some of what I think is in alignment and has integrity needs fact checking  - and wow, I have been busy all week with that. I can see some errors in judgement, not only personally, but wow, looking at the state of affairs in the world - well, it is all in a stew."

"Yeah," the Priestess commiserated. "I hear you. The Caldron of the Medicine of the Moment is nearly boiling. We need to watch closely, we don’t want to let the caldron boil over, but it needs to nearly boil for the decoction to have the properties needed for the medicine. It needs to be in this state of near excitement for awhile. Can you understand this on more than one level?"

"I can," said the Crone. "We have to be in this moment of suspense, a moment between, when the medicine must dream itself into being. And the way we respond to this moment is important."

Coyote could be heard yipping in the woods beyond. Then they could see him, silhouetted in afternoon sun. He remained, yipping furiously. Answering barks surrounded them. 

The Priestess leveled her gaze to the crone. “You must trust that all of this happening according to a plan. You are to do what is best, even if it is difficult. We all must balance work and play as this moment moves us into different orientations. Times are shifting, we are traveling thru these times in a bubble, a transitory journey from one place to the next. Even as we make this journey, we are beginning new cycles in other dimensions, we are all spiraling thru these collectively. We are letting go of what no longer serves us in this movement. we are shedding a skin There is a larger picture, a destination. We are leaving familiar shores. The times are achanging."

Crone listened carefully to the wisdom Priestess offered for this time of uncertainty. She kicked a stone in the running green river. “I hear your message. I feel the importance of staying rooted, grounded and centered as all swirls around me, forming what will be. Nightmares are being realized. Lives are crash and burning as the money machines eat us alive. It is difficult to keep my cool."

"You can be dramatic, my dear." Priestess raised her eyebrow at the Crone, "but yes, I think you get the message. Stay accountable, find the tap root of your integrity and sink it deeply into the earth. There is more to come."

Crone sighed loudly. "There is always more to come. I need to go to the market. I hate going anywhere in these times. In between times stretch long."

"Take your time, my dear", Priestess said mildly. "You might as well let things fully form before traveling."

"I guess you are right," Crone said. And then she smiled happily and asked Priestess if she might like to go swimming in the cold fast river.

"I would indeed," Priestess replied happily, grateful for company during a time when waiting hung heavy in the air. the both dove head first in the wild Rogue.