Daughters of NUT

The great mother is my mother. I am Isis, and I am born of Nut. Nut is the great grandmother in the Sky, she is heaven. In her womb lies all the galaxies and we are all born of the womb, so we are cosmic seeds. You feel so separate from the vast universe around you as you are still attached to the mother being the Earth, just sifting your perspective to creating the heavens as the feminine allows you to feel held, nourished and belonging to the universe and to the mystery. My mother guards the Galactic centre, the emptiness, the dark mystery and the void with all her love. To pass through to never return she will put you through some challenges as only the light of heart and the self forgiven ones can truly merge with the immortal to become eternal. 

My father Geb says, ‘ I am not the father that carries you in the womb, although I am in each moment of perception and experience in the womb. I witness you in your awareness and I am the awareness. I am as much of your reality as you will accept me to be. 

I have been pushed out so far away, out of space that you deny me of the nurturing qualities that I am. I am a nurturer, a sustainer and I keep you safe. I am warm and comforting to you soul and I embody the qualities of the mature masculine. Sadly it is considered to be un-masculine and shameful to be that kind of man these days. I make time for my children and my beloved. I laugh and play, I love to dance too and I love beauty in everything. Love making is the most mysterious and celebrated of divine gifts as it has the power to create life. Each seed on a tree or flower, each firm branch and every fertile aspect of life you see around you is my Divine seed. 

As for I, I am Isis. 

I am also your memories beloved. From the beginning of time, the first flicker of thought passed through my dark body and so since then every flicker of formed imagination into experience passes like comets and shooting stars in my cloak. I am the seat of your imagination that still hasn’t taken flight. I am the raw force of existence within you that pushes its way into existence.

You have learned to love me and fear me. I am the entangled mess of your mind and the very longing for love that gives you the power to breathe your next breath. You see every single action or thought taken proceeds some past conditioning that in turn weaves the fabric of your reality.

You see me as the Golden one, and indeed I am. I am also the blackest of black and the darkest of dark. 

I am both the wing of the sun and the wing of the night. In my domain you learn to weave your story and sadly many of you are weaving tragic tales of reoccurring patterns of suffering and ignorance. I am the nourishment it takes to relieve you of that pain and the arms that hold you while you spin and weave your dream. 

It is soon time to wake up beloved. 

I rule your sleep though I also whisper you to the awakening dream. 

It is only through me that you can reach the stars, it is through me that you will birth your new self and your most Divine creation. 

In order to live you will have to die, and every story that you have believed will crumble to the ashes that make your bones. 

Belonging = Being + Longing

To belong you have to be and also long. This longing comes from the womb and not of the mind. As you strive for being in so many of your spiritual practices you are missing the greatest link, longing. 

I am longing. My entire journey is one of longing. Deep desperation from a part that loves so deeply, to unite with the beloved. 

And in that longing we unite and merge with Osiris who I will speak about another time , to birth Horus.

This is Horus, my sun: 

I am Horus. The divine child, the sun of Isis and Osiris. I am the sunrise of your life and the new beginning. I am the winged flight of your heart to soar to new heights. I was considered to be as the falcon and I am also the very pulse of commitment  in your heart beat to continue to live, and not simply live, live the dream. 

I surround you by the soft morning rays that cloak you in the royal garments of your integrated self. It shimmers with the warmth of a soul willing to return to love again and again. The threads are woven  by the sun itself and so you are radiant regardless of your age.

I am the alchemist that can turn lead to gold. For in my domain everything is golden. Once you have passed through the stormy turmoil of the emotional body and my mothers dark and regal waters you will come come to me. 

I am the willingness of your being to not believe the old and worn out story of your life and of the world around you. I will create the magic in your realms to believe in something far more crystalline and perfect than the world of injustice and misuse of power. 

No one can pass through my domain without passing through my greatest gift and also my greatest challenge: returning to innocence.

We shall continue another time with the mysteries of Osiris and the way to Osiris through Maat.