May Isis Not Passover Me.. May She Stop and Listen.

Tonight I was soaking in my reflection pool. 

A priestess came to me.

She whispered the Holy Prayer of the Knot Of Isis

Talking of Prayers and Love and Benedictions 

Oils and Holy Water

Sacred Pools and Holy Men and Women

Her Travels Fly in My Heart

I wanted to share this Prayer I received tonight from her lips

So pure it was and with no paper only straight from her heart.

Blessing Kiki Priestess of Wisdom. Prayer and Peace

May your journey home be always close at the skirt hem of the Great Mother.

Baraka ....Mana From The Temple Of The Muse

 THE KNOT OF ISIS

"Awakening Osiris", Normandi Ellis
Phanes Press, 1988At the ends of the universe 

is a blood red cord 

that ties life to death, 

man to woman, 

will to destiny.  

Let the knot of that red sash, 

which cradles 

the hips of the goddess, 

bind in me 

the ends of life and dream.  

I’m an old man 

with more than my share 

of hopes and misgivings.  

Let my thoughts 

lie together in peace.  

At my death

 let the bubbles of blood on my lips 

taste as sweet as berries.  

Give me not words of consolation. 

 Give me magic, 

the fire of one beyond 

the borders of enchantment.
Give me the spell of living well.
Do I lie on the floor of my house 

or within the temple?  

Is the hand that soothes me

 that of wife or priestess?  

I rise and walk.  

The sky arcs ever around;

 the world spreads itself 

beneath my feet.  

We are bound mind to Mind, 

heart to Heart

-no difference rises

 between the shadow 

of my footsteps 

and the will of god.  

I walk in harmony, 

heaven in one hand, 

earth in the other.  

I am the knot where 

the two worlds meet.  

Red magic courses through me 

like the blood of Isis,

 magic of magic, 

spirit of spirit. 

 I am proof of the power of gods.
I am water and dust walking.

Passover

May you who were enslaved remember Never to forget

Freedoms Promise is the Presence of the Mother of 10,000 Names

She the Great Mother who is so sacred her name can not even be whispered

Follow her to the holy throne room of your exalted heart.

42 Laws to set us Free

We are our own Scribes

We are our own Measurers of Truth

We are our own devourers of that which no longer serves us

We lead our self to the Gateway

 They stand waiting for Us to open our door

Open it with your Key 

An ankh of Translucent Radiant Truth 

You have the Words of Power 

You are those words of Power

Open the door 

Embrace that which is your sacred self.

She stands waiting for You.

Singing a devine Hu. Of luster 

We are not dust and water

We are a walking miracles of Devine Essence

We are our own Prayer.

Waiting to return to what we belong to.. 

May we never forget to remember 

Freedoms Promise of the Presence of the Mother

Living on each and every breath.

Baraka

Mana From The Temple of The Muse 

Passover 4/20/11