Time For Auset!

Auset

Concerning the use of the name Isis, it disturbs me greatly that this sacred name, belonging to a very ancient Goddess Who embodies the sustenance of life, healing, and justice, would be used by the mass media for a terrorist organization. However, is there any other way we can approach this in order to find resolution, for those of us who adore our Goddess and are sickened by the abuse of Her holy name?

Lady Zarita Zook (Arch Priestess of Temple of Auset Nevada) and I were having just this very conversation recently during her visit to West Wendover. We agreed that this misuse of the name of the Goddess is offensive and evil, and something that needs to be spoken against. But we also agreed that however attached we might be to the name Isis, this is in fact not the original name of the Goddess at all! The original name of our Goddess is Auset (or Ast, Aset), and this name was Hers from the most ancient times until the advent of the Hellenized Ee-sees, which later, via Latin, became Isis.

To the ancient Egyptians, the name held vital significance, and the magical power, Heka, of the person or thing so named. To not call someone or something by their real name is to deny that power, that sacred resonance. For myself as a Kemetic Reconstructionist, I never use the later Hellenized/ contemporary names of the Netjeru in my personal prayers or temple devotions. I only use the more commonly known forms of the Goddesses and Gods when I need to clarify who they are to an audience I know will not be familiar with the original Kemetic names of the deities.

Maybe it is time for adorers of the Goddess Auset to see this experience as a call to honor the most ancient name of our Goddess, Who has been called Auset, Aset, Ast for thousands of years longer than “Isis”. Maybe it is time for us to go back, back, back to our roots as servants of a Goddess Who has existed far longer than our more contemporary civilizations and trends. The ancient words have POWER, and our Goddess has an original and POWERFUL name that has never been tainted or misused by the ignorant. When we speak that original name, we tap into the very source of the Goddess’ most primordial aspect, Her manifestation as the Divine Seat, the Throne of Kemet (Egypt), the Mother of the Netjer Heru (God Horus).

The original names of the Netjeru go back to Zep Tepy, to the First Occassion of creation, and are the original seat of the Gods’ power. The entire spirit and purpose of the Kemetic (ancient Egyptian) tradition is to return to Zep Tepy, to come as close as we can to that state. The name Auset, not “Isis”, is the original sound of the Goddess from Zep Tepy, and my view is that this is where our true connection to the Goddess can be forged.

In using the original and ancient name of our Goddess Auset, we will actually be denying and dis-empowering the abusive use of “ISIS” in the mass media, by not consciously allowing ourselves to associate this sound with our Goddess. It will be very difficult for some, who are not used to the very ancient name of Auset (Aset, Ast), but it is time we all learned, and returned to the roots of our glorious tradition, which are in Kemet, and have always been there waiting for us.

I am deeply ashamed of the misuse of the beloved name “Isis”. It wounds me and lacerates my heart every time I read a media story covering that group of hate so contrary to the values of my Goddess. But can we stop and say Her REAL NAME together? Auset…Auset…Auset. This is a name we will find attached only to the most High, most Powerful, most venerated Mother of our ancient Gods. Maybe it is about time. Maybe it is time for AUSET!

All text copyright © 2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

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The Official Prayer of Isis-Loreon of Temple of Auset Nevada By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H., Sanctioned By The Rt. Rev. Lady Zarita M. Zook/ Arch Priestess of Auset

Rt. Rev. Lady Loreon Vigne

The Rt. Rev. Lady Loreon Vigné, Arch Priestess of Isis, Foundress of Temple of Isis California

 

Homage to You, Isis-Loreon,
Lady of Light and Handmaiden of Isis!

Homage to You, Loreon-Isis,
Heart of Illumination Whom Horus
Receives with His falcon wings!

Blessed is Your name, O Loreon Vigné,
O Isis One, united with Isis, Whose
Divine grace works the miracle of faith
For all who call upon Her!

Great Loreon, Isis, bless us with Your love,
Your generosity, Your kindness and forgiveness!
May we remain strong in the Family of Isis
Forever, anointed by the boon of Your
Limitless wisdom!

For Yours is mercy, the benediction of
Compassion for all living creatures,
The Holy Rays of the rainbow bridge to
Isis!

O merciful Goddess,
O Loreon-Isis, Isis-Loreon,
Yours is the love of the Justified,
The Resurrected and the Living,
For in Osiris You are risen,
And in Isis You are forever living
Amongst us!

Holy Loreon, Lady of Light,
Who is Mother of us all and
Hearer of prayers, enter our
Hearts, and lead us into the
Eternal life of Almighty Isis,
The Great Mother Goddess!

All text copyright © 2014-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Everyone’s Butterfly: A Poetic Tribute to Lady Loreon Vigné, Arch Priestess/ Temple of Isis California, By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

Everyone's Butterfly

Twilights come and nightshades fall,
The sky receives the raven’s call.
The blush of youth,
Burning in the morning’s light,
Matures as unfolds the heavy
Blanket of night.

All that ends begins again,
When morning returns
To let the light back in.

Sparkle, pulse, shine and glimmer,
Even at dusk when the lights
Grow dimmer.

The timid moth awaits her time,
With endeavor and faith she weaves.
To and fro, a home she does grow,
In damp green Earth and leaves.

A crow’s call pierces the starry night,
Beneath round face of alabaster light.
The rooster springs
When blue bird sings,
Another dawn, with life it brings.

The moth, so timid, whose colors wait to shine,
Prepares to disappear
Within the cocoon of time.

Gilded sun and silver moon,
Your lights they fade, like life,
Too soon.
But they come again, with the dawn,
Pulse and glimmer,
With fire and passion,
The colors they shimmer.

Whisper, shelter, gentle home,
She has hidden a secret
That blossoms alone.
Through nights of flaxen stars,
Days of burning color,
She transforms nature’s mettle to a form
Like no other.

Alone, inspiration grows,
But dazzles when colors reveal
What once hid a secret,
Has become open and real.

A lark on high heralds dawn’s reign,
The burst of new life
Awakens again.

Tears, sorrow and strife
Recede as the tides,
And timid cocoon bursts
With colors that fly.

Our star, our love, our golden wings flashing,
In time have risen,
Over seas and tides crashing.

Though twilights return,
And nightshades are drawn,
Always sings the triumphant sun,
Forever comes the dawn.

Lavender, purple, royal and free,
Your cocoon has revealed a secret in me!

That love is renewed
And eternal, it grows.
It sprouts its wings,
And nobody knows
When a soul shall be born
Or spring free in the sky,
For you, little moth, have become
Everyone’s butterfly.

All text copyright © 2014-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

We Need You Isis: A Hymn to the Goddess Isis By the Rt. Rev. Lady Loreon Vigne, Arch Priestess/ Temple of Isis California

Auset and Heru

NOTE: This hymn or song to the Goddess Isis was presented by Lady Loreon on January 18, 2003 during the Consecration ceremonies of the World Peace Temple of Isis in San Diego, California, and is used currently by the clergy & supporters of Temple of Isis Nevada as a constant reminder of Goddess ethics in the current age. No changes- either in wording or punctuation- were made in the transcription of this text from the original copy provided by Lady Loreon.

 

Oh Isis, dear Isis
We need you now
For humans living on Earth
Do not know how
To live in peace and harmony
No matter what their path
Men fight and kill each other
With anger, hate, and wrath
They pollute our lovely planet
With poisons that destroy
The wondrous wildlife that abounds
For humankind to enjoy
They strip the green rain forests
Pollute the waters too
Oh Isis, dear Isis
We know not what to do
We need you!

We need your compassion
To teach us all to live
To be more fully human
To learn to forgive
To practice lots of kindness
To all of any faith
No matter what their color
Or religion or their race
To see the universe as one
To worship the Divine
To honor each and everyone
As a beautiful design
To be always thankful
For all that you provide
And honor each and every day
With Isis by our side
Oh Isis, be with us,
Come to us from above
We need your blessed beauty
We need your healing love
We need you!

So Isis from Her place on high
Heard the Priestess plea
She came to Earth to find a way
And gave us this decree
You must just love each other
And give thanks every day
Protect the gifts upon the Earth
And take some time to pray
I am here! I am here! I am here!

All text copyright © 2003 Rt. Rev. Loreon Vigné

Honoring the Earth, Composed By the Rt. Rev. Lady Loreon Vigné, Arch Priestess of Isis/ Temple of Isis California

Honoring the Earth

I will honor the planet that we live on
For there really is no other
We are all sisters We are all brothers
And the Earth She is our Mother

I will honor the Sun and the Moon
For they shine on us together
The Sun is our Yang The Moon is our Yin
And they light our way forever

I will honor the plants and trees
For they grow with such great beauty
The trees give us fruits The plants give us food
Their designs are a mystery

I will honor the rivers and streams
And the waters of the ocean
For water is so sacred It purifies our lives
It deserves our full devotion

So let us honor the Planet, the Sun and the Moon
The plants and the trees, the valleys and the hills
The rivers and the streams and all that live upon the Earth.

All text copyright © 2005-2014 Rt. Rev. Loreon Vigné

Honoring Auset the Mother of the Celestial House, From “The Isian Book of Hours” By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

Pectoral of the Sun-God

Homage to You O Mother Auset,
Isis, You wearer of the Diadem of
the Stars!

You have risen above us on this night to take
Your place amongst the stars, with Sepdet
Going ahead of You and the moon behind
You, with the sun at Your right eye and the
Moon at Your left.

Anointed One of the Primordial Gods,
Lady of the Lake of Eternity, You Queen
And Mother of my House.

When I was alone, You were the one who
Answered my call.

When I was in need, You were the friend
Of my heart.

When I was hungry, You fed my body
From Your hand and my Ka with Your
Magic.

When I was despondent, You soothed
My heart with Your good words, and
Clothed my ears in the Wisdom of the
Divine House.

You opened the door of Your house
Before me and said “enter, my child”,
And You made me Your child, even
Like the seed of Your body, and I was
Well cared for in Your embrace.

When I was attacked by false words, You
Were the lioness who raged against my
Enemies with Your magic, and championed
Ma’at in the Cause of the Gods.

You are the Shield of the Divine House,
The Handmaiden of the Immortal Ones,
Whose wishes have reopened the Shrines
Of the Gods, and caused the Eternal Flame
To burn bright again in the Presence of the
Temples of the West.

Songstress of the Two Lands, fair of face,
Mother of the Great Torch-Bearer, Whose
Light beckons the flood of the New Year,
And causes prosperity to reign throughout
The Houses of the Gods!

O our Mother of goodness and beauty,
Queen Isis, the Lady of the Two Lands,
You token of grace for the faithful, and water
Of everlasting life for those thirsty who
Drink from Your hand, bestow upon us
Your love and abundance.

Still our hearts, cure our ills, and let our
Hands be readied for service in Your
Divine House!

All text copyright © 2005-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Oracle of Gaia/ “The Veil is Divided”

Oracle of Gaia

The celebrant enters the House of the Earth, clad in darkness…there being no above nor below.  For this is the “below”, and the fragrance of the outside world is but a dream.  The slumber of the night wraps itself around all creatures, and yet there is a stirring in that infernal house called Hades.  The Titans are ever restless, and the heroic Gods have lost their footing on the throat of time.  Enter the brave…the foolhardy, even, for there is always a place for the stout of heart and valiant of purpose.  We, the Gods, are waiting for her or him.

Now the Hearth contains nothing but embers…a spark here, a wisp of smoke there.  Incense still hangs above you, there in the blue-black veil that billows and gestures…come…come….

The Goddess Vesta stands ready to receive your homage.  Pale, white-clad, radiant and eternally vigilant, She is the Mother of Roma, which has ceased to be an empire and yet rises from its own ashes in service to the immortal Gods.  Vesta and Cybele Magna Mater remove the dust from your feet, and above their heads they offer up a single blue flame, an infant of what it once was.

These are the words of Cybele Magna Mater:  Creeping round doth time prevail, striking through his mortal shell.  Though flesh is rosy, dons Apollo’s fire, still doth flesh light its funeral pyre.  A flame once good becomes the object of power, seeking hungrily the last and final hour. When men rule blue and green from ambition, not even the grave shall remedy his condition.  O Gods You shall then turn away, when many become one, night scorches as day.  The sun shall consume what greed man hath carried, and Hades we fear shall his prize be married!

These are the words of Mother Vesta:  Still your hearts, you men of the sunlit world, for Cybele speaks only of what may be, not what shall be.  Even the Gods cannot predict the precise order of the Stars that have yet to be born, and as it has happened in the past, my Sacred Fire may yet come into the hands of wiser souls…though ignorance be rife and the sanctity of the Temples no longer honored.

Though the Fire of Vesta itself has been extinguished, there are embers in the Ether, spread out like fireflies on a Summer breeze…difficult to hold onto, and yet not impossible to see.  If but one hand takes up the Vows of the Vestals, and rekindles the holy embers, then the Gods shall turn their faces once more toward humankind, and what was once dead shall be brought back to life.

It is fear and doubt that destroys purity, not desire.  For desire is holy when it seeks to serve without being requited.  Discover a sliver of devotion in your heart, tend to it night and day, and let that desire burst into the flame of love.  Love, you are the boon of a starving man, alone and facing his own annihilation.  Only when a man has lost the seed of love has he earned his doom and assured that the house of Hades will continue.

The Fire of Vesta grows in you, O blessed of the Goddess, to whom is given the embers of Truth.  Even as Romulus and Remus were suckled by the great She-Wolf, so too does a single ember erupt into a fire…and even a small fire may lay low an empire!  Let your fire be love for its own sake, and devotion be your shield against laziness.  For it is laziness that breeds false contentment, and false contentment that gives way to decay.

May the Fire of Vesta surround your heart and make impenetrable your will!  May an eagle perch on your right hand, forging of it a faith that plants a tree in the bosom of the desert.  Do not linger in the darkness of despair or fall prey to self-pity.  I place upon your shoulders the mantle of Minerva, Who softens wounds and imparts magical potency!

The Mantle of Minerva cuts through the darkness and shows the veil for what it is, an illusion of separation caused by the birth of beings into a mortal skin.  The sword of Minerva alone cuts through the veil, which, when whole, gives the appearance of death and mortality…humanity apart from its Divine parentage.  This is all folly, of course, for the Gods gave birth to humankind from their own skins, even as the Titans fell from the loins of Gaia.  Gaia is the Mother of the Gods, and She is called the Forerunner of Heaven, for even Heaven erupted from Her parted thighs!

Do you, celebrant of the Gods, desire to come back into the ranks of the Immortals?  It is in one’s heart and determination that one discovers the secret of Immortality, which is that there is no death and the veil does not exist.  There is no separation between the Earth and Sky, between the Heavenly Gods and the Earthly Titans…and there is no passing away of the Sacred Fire from which all life came forth.  To see that one is truly composed of Spirit is to recognize that the veil of death, separation, mortality and the mundane does not exist, and cannot contain the miracle of the Soul.

Above the head of the celebrant appears the most radiant, starlit flame…a piece of the heavenly vault, which shines a pure violet light, casting a nimbus of solitude in its wake.  The Goddesses Vesta, Cybele and Minerva, clad in white, purple and gold, link arms and bestow the boons of Truth, Virtue and Wisdom to the heart of the celebrant.  Filled with peace and a hope for renewal, the celebrant speaks:

Hail Vesta, crowned with the olive leaf, hallowed of heart and gentle of will!  I grant unto you the offering of virtue, which pleases the Gods and brings peace to the nations of the world!

O blessed Cybele, O Magna Mater, clad in the wisdom of the ages, Whose children are the fruits of the Earth, Whose beauty outshines the noble sun!  I bring you the abundance of a generous heart, seeking only to give, and never to take without gratitude.  May the deeds of my body bring forth pleasure.  May my desire embrace all and shun no one!  For the gifts which You have given are the abilities of the heart, which knows joy and love, not only sorrow and anger.

O mighty Minerva, the victorious, the noble, the richly arrayed and sweet of speech!  Grant unto me a wise heart, that I might know the virtues of a sacred life overflowing with Truth.  May I know the Gods.  May I pass beyond a mortal form and gain the victory of Heaven.  May the deeds I leave behind uplift the Earth and enhance the creatures of the World.  For You are the guardian of all the sacred places, which draw the Earth and Heavens together, and mortal flesh into its Spirit!

Now we may depart the dark house called Hades, and enter into the House of the Vestals, which at night seems as a dream, and yet manifests anew with the rising of the golden sun in the east.  The Fire of Vesta is kindred to a heart filled with charity and virtue…a heart that embraces a path of clarity, unobstructed by ambition or mere worship of the worldly.

The promise of the Goddesses is that their children may in time overcome the solidity of the veil, which seems to stand against a knowledge of divinity and a clear perception of Spirit.  But the veil is only illusion, while a child clings desperately onto the fabric of a physical life.  Life without the inner Truth of the Muses is dry, and eventually collapses into the grave.  It is Spirit that survives, overcomes, and manifests its innate Divine purpose.

All text copyright © 2014-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Lady of the Mansion: The Oracle of Nebet-Hut

Nebet-Hut

The Milieu: The crown of Heaven is the luminescence of stars, which provide the only light on this, the night of the New Moon upon which the Gods attend the healing of the Wedjat Eye. The tender Eye, the bleary Eye…lost, now found, but found to be weary from its pilgrimage South, where the waters of the Flood have their tender beginnings. It is a turbulent world in which to be born, and yet the Goddess Nuit parts Her golden thighs and gives rebirth to the glittering shell of the infant Sun-God.

Before this miracle all is deathly still, the Gods and humankind hide their faces, and the silver Stars wear a cloak of timid light. The Two Banks dare not show their zeal for the Moon’s renewal, nor shout for the return of the Sun-God, the flesh of the Ram…now enshrined in the writhing body of the time-devouring serpent Mehen.

Where is Heaven, and where is Earth, when you are one of the Blessed Dead, bound in the trappings of the Goddess Tayet, Who weaves, weaves, weaves…Who brings back the lost forms of those ensnared by death, Whose delicate hands recall the bodies of the Gods and brings deification to kings. Let me be among those whose forms are renewed, whose bodies become light and join the radiance of the Imperishable Stars!

Where is the Goddess Auset (Isis) on this night of healing the Wedjat Eye? For is not the Wedjat Eye none other than the body of Her beloved Ausir, the Beautiful God, Who traversed the Duwat and returned to Her as the Awakened One? Within Her embrace He becomes the seed-bearing God, enthused with love, animated by Her passion and filled with desire. It is this desire that bursts the Two Banks in the form of the Holy River…raging from dark South to red North…bringing together the reed and the lotus-lily.

And this is the Mystery of Becoming, which fills the House of Auset and causes the Netjeru to rejoice, for the gift which She brings forth is the Sun, the Celestial Falcon, Whose light-body is the Ka of His Father and Whose Eye is the reconciliation of the Two Banks…one dark, the other vibrantly light. And this is the crucible of the Wedjat Eye, which seals darkness in light and brings the Heavenly Vault together with the fructifying Earth.

O Nebet-Hut, O Nephthys! You are the Lady of the Mansion of Heaven, wherein doth shine the majesty of the Falcon-Bodied One, wherein is bestowed the luminescence of the Sun-God, wherein is forged the Whole, perfect and unsullied Eye of the Green One. O Nebet-Hut, O Goddess, the body of the resilient Stars, upon Whose face is the veil of the Sacred West! Let me follow in Your footsteps and traverse the dark banks onto the Eastern shore. Let me know light again, and follow the path of the stars in order to rejoin the Ark of beloved Ra!

I gaze up at the sky, now spattered with stars and suspended with the silver-dark orb of the Moon, awaiting its rebirth at the time of the Six Day Feast. Lost has been the body of Ausir, Whose light had been diminished and Whose rule shattered by the ascendancy of Set. All created things perish. All forms dissipate. What is young grows old. But come again, O life, for the Ka is eternal, and its presence indestructible. When one unites with one’s Ka is immortality assured, and death but an inconvenience that falls away like the dew of early morning.

The Offering: My body is clad in pure white linen, for white is the color of the Gods, and linen is the fabric which the Goddess Tayet wove for Ausir (Osiris) when He became Wen-Nefer, the Perfect One. The weaving of Tayet has created the form of the Perfect One, the cocoon in which the Sleeping One awakes into His new life, having passed through the transformations of Ra in that dark house they call the Duwat.

My mouth has been rinsed with natron-salt, for natron is the substance of miracles, purifying the flesh, curing ills, and forming the Wedjat Eye upon which the Gods sup. The lacerations of Ausir were healed by the divine salt, putting His flesh back together again, as even the Wedjat Eye was put back together again after it had been wounded. Tonight the Wedjat Eye is darkened after its manifestation of fullness, and the Great Magician Djehuty (Thoth) waits patiently in the shadows, from where He shall coax the light of the Wedjat Eye to come forth again.

I place pellets of the finest myrrh on the fire, carrying my heart in my hand into the Presences of the Gods. The Netjeru receive all things good and pure, and give all things good and pure. I kiss the Earth in the Presences of the Gods, and I salute my Goddess, the Lady of the House, Nebet-Hut (Nephthys), Who stands at the head of the coffin of Ausir. She receives the smoke, She receives the myrrh, it’s heady fragrance cascading like a veil over Her perfect form.

I say: Homage to You, O Nebet-Hut, at the forehead of the Perfect One, Whose lips kiss the brow of Wen-Nefer, Whose shining locks weave the Magic of Becoming, Whose tears bring back the dead and grant the boon of everlasting life, Whose darkness clothes the naked, Whose light follows after the Great Goddess Auset, guiding the weary traveler to that perfect place of mooring like the hallowed Ark of Ra in the West!

How beautiful You are to see, and how satisfying You are to gaze upon! How beautiful to see Your flame. Welcome! You awake in peace, O Lady of the House, and the incense upon the flame is in peace. You awaken in peace, O Companion of the Perfect One! The flame of the incense is in peace, and You awaken in peace. The White Eye of Heru (Horus) is in peace, and Your countenance is provided with the god-making fragrance diffused therefrom. The incense-flame of the Eye of Heru is with You, O Goddess!

My Goddess comes forth from the West, where She is the companion of the Lord of Amentet. Though Her limbs are dark as the haze of incense smoke surrounding Her, She is clothed in dazzling white linen, with a white and red kerchief tied about Her hair, and the golden Goddess Wadjet flaring up from Her noble brow. Essence of lotus floats about Her, and Her swarthy face is as the countenance of the New Moon…a silver light falling away from its smooth edges, casting a magic lamp over all in its path. Soft are Her words, yet trailed by authority, for She is the Sister of Auset and the secret companion of Ausir…from Whose loins She gathered up a son in secret. He too comes, and the night air is suffused with their power.

The Oracle:  These are the words of the Goddess Nebet-Hut: I come from water, and yet the water from which I emerge is the Water of the Sky, where Ra in the East plunges His beetle feet, where Ptah the Father and Mother of the Gods awoke to find that in His heart existed everything that has come into existence. Lo! I am the dark body of the vault at midnight, where the ram-flesh of Ra has His battle with the serpent-demon, where the Stars go to rest but come again…where Shu and Tefnut are born and where Sokar resides in the Cavern of the Duwat.

I have embraced Ausir in secret in order to bring into being His first and secret Son, Who is in His Wrappings, from Whom the ways are opened and men go forth to their Kas. I followed after the Entourage of Ausir, and when my Lord was intoxicated with power I sought Him and loved Him, and from the passion of His body I drew forth seed…and it was from this seed that I created a child to be the living image of His Father.

Behold, I am the vessel of eternal life, for the Son Who came forth from my womb is the Lord of the Mysteries, Whose feet traverse all the secrets and upon Whom the God Djehuty has bestowed the secret knowledge. Thus they call Him, “Opener of Ways”, and it is known that He is my son…but He is also the Son of Ausir, Who passed away and yet came back to life as a man filled with the seed of god-making. And it was from His holy seed that a god came into being, the Lord of all the Mysteries, the Keeper of the Sacred West’s Portal.

Come now into my embrace, for, like Ausir, I shall lay upon you as the Great Kite, and cause you to join with your Ka, the carrier of the life beyond life…that life they call the Hallowed West. Thus did I lay upon the body of my Beloved, and cause Him to deliver His own eternal form into me, and they called Him “Binder”. And it is known that I am Mother of the Mysteries and Lady of the Secret House, Whose words are written in the vault of the night sky, when Ra the Lord of the Sky mounts the hidden path of the West and journeys down into the mouth of His mother.

Come, come again…all that has passed away shall return, and all that has perished shall be renewed in their Kas, which are the hidden fire of quickening to the one who has gone down into the hidden West. Awake, awaken…O you who have slumbered! Release yourself from your trappings and join the face of the Sun in its glory, Heru-Akhuty, Whose face glimmers like turquoise and Whose sunbeams shine like gold. Those in the Sacred West receive you, the thighs of Nuit welcome you. A glittering net of gold is cast upon the waters to bind your enemies, and I have removed your obstacles for you!

My daughters…all my daughters, listen to me! I was with my sister Auset on the riverbank at the place called ‘Life of the Two Lands’, where stood the Mansion of the Soul of Ptah, and this was the place where entered my beloved Ausir into the House of Sokar. In the midst of the waters the body of Ausir was drowned, the Great One upon His side…falling…fallling down into the darkness of the cavern. And Heru the Elder gave a great cry, and Auset the Great Enchantress gave a great cry…for Ausir our beloved was drowned in His waters!

Thus I said to Ausir, “We come, we come and we take You! We embrace your limbs, and shroud your body with the Magic of Tayet…She weaves for You the Heqa of Becoming…She weaves about You the shining locks of Your Twin Sisters…a net of Stars, Imperishable! A ladder to the Sky, Whose doors are thrown wide open for You! If You sleep, I am the one who will awaken You! If You are in darkness, I am the one who will become Your light! If You are thirsty, I am the one who shall offer You the milk of my breast! If You suffer…if You are wounded…if your two eyes become bleary…it is I who shall heal your wounds and bring back together the members of yours that have been divided. You come into being again! You come forth by day again! You emerge into the light again! I am your lover, and within my body shall your seed spring forth from the green Earth again!”

My sons…all my sons, listen to me! I embraced my brother Ausir in secret, His love swelling in my thighs and His seed holding fast in my womb. I set myself upon His loins like a great winged kite, and worked the secret of Becoming. I gathered together my Magic, nourished Heqa, and it was from this miracle that the ‘One Who Sits Upon His Mount’ came forth into the land of the living. Anpu (Anubis), You are the image of your Father Wen-Nefer, the Great God, the King of Eternity and Lord of Everlasting…the God who passes millions of years in His lifetime…King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Ruler of Rulers, the Lord of the Sacred Land! You are the hidden flame in the West, Whose burning sets at rest the violent ones…Whose Magic placates the wicked and forbids the demons from encroaching the Land of the Just.

Those who call upon You are saved from the trials of the Duat…they are not buried in darkness, nor do they know the second death. You have come from the Mount of the West shining like a newly born Star…falling to Earth like the iron of heaven…Your power is secreted within the Earth, yet mirrored in heaven at the time when Nuit swallows the body of Her own father!

My children…all my children…the Children of Geb and Nuit, listen to me! I am Nebet-Hut, Whose arms enfold you, Whose wings encircle you…Whose powers enliven your members with the fluid of life. I breathe the sacred breath that held the Heavens and the Earth fast in the beginning, from which the Gods came forth into being…from which all creeping creatures came into existence. I am one of the Imperishable Stars woven throughout the body of Nuit, casting my light eternally upon the living…eternally living as the light of the Blessed Dead. As I took the sleeping form of Ausir into my embrace, encircling Him with the Heqa of a God…so shall I embrace and encircle you…so shall I weave about you the power of a Netjer…the Heqa of living gods, which shall cast forever away the presence of death…which shall reawaken the sleeping and nourish the destitute. For I shall not suffer you to languish in the Land of the Dead forever…and the barren Earth shall spring forth green with His first fruits…the Magic of the First Occasion!

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Oracle of Mother Muwt: “Navigation Over Isheru”

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O how sweet is twilight, that moment of Becoming, when shadows quicken and humankind slumbers, when the fire-orange expanse of Heaven is transformed into scintillating lapis- one moment bright, and the next a blanket of purple blue strewn with flecks of pure gold. Gone is the dazzling turquoise of midday…gone are the swallows darting hither and thither between rustling date palms dappled with the flaxen kiss of Ra. The Sun-God has abandoned His jewel on Earth, and creeping creatures bed down in thickets of papyrus, swaying softly to the serenade of crickets.

The Foremost Sanctuary of Amun casts its spell across a land dominated by stone giants, whose massive bodies bear silent witness to the passage of ages, where priests fumigate the air with myrrh, and sandalwood enchants the hot breezes rushing in from the south. White South, the Kingdom of the Lotus-Lily, the breath of the Eye of Ra, the dangerous and violent temper of the celestial vault’s Great King.

Isheru, O beautiful Isheru! How perfect are your banks, how bold the colors of the sky painted delicately across your lens of pure water. Isheru, in whose reflection the stars in their glory shine. Isheru, where noble Amun becomes the Bull of His Mother, and Khensu-Neferhotep is born! Homage to You, O glorious Isheru, the birthplace of the Lotus-Born, the falcon of crescent and disk, upon whose brow radiates the diadem of Heaven!

Perfect peace, the banks of Isheru the Lake of Profundities. The night sky heaves a sigh of relief as almighty Ra plunges beneath the deep dark waters, and at once all is still. A canopy of stars emerges that can be read like a map. Sah-Orion takes His place above Amun-Ra’s House, where the Ram reclines, enticing the heavenly travelers to pay homage to the King of the Gods. The chanting of priests diminishes, and the crash of a priestesses’ sacred rattle brings the sacred activities of the day to a profound close.

To the South of the Finest Harem of Amun glitters in silver light the crescent-shaped waters of Isheru, which my mind’s eye forms perfectly well even in the utter darkness of night’s thick cover. Fear flutters within my heart, but for a moment, as I enter the Domain of Mother Mut, the Lioness Who has been known to taste of blood and find contentment in rage.

I pour out an offering of fine red beer to You, O fiery Mut, the Lady of Isheru, the Queen of Your Sanctuary in the South! Amun the Lord of the Thrones of the Two Lands comes to embrace You, as I come to embrace You…as all living things embrace You! O Mut the lofty of crown and regal of headdress, Whose coronet is the vulture and Whose diadem is the cobra.

Homage to You, Mut the Divine Mother!
Homage to You, Mut the Beloved of Amun-Ra!
Homage to You, Mut the Queen of the Gods!
Homage to You, Mut the Mother of Khensu-Neferhotep!
Homage to You, Mut the Eye of Ra!
Homage to You, Mut-Bastet, the Great and feared Goddess!
Homage to You, Mut the Lioness of the South!

I pour out an offering of the finest red beer in the presence of the Goddess Mut, and before Her two feet I kneel in awe, where fools fear to tread, but wise men come to be reborn through the blood of the Goddess. It is well known that great Amun-Ra, the King of the holiest of holies in Waset, traverses the miles of courtyards and sanctuaries simply to bask in the passionate embrace of the Goddess…even She Whose flaming temper transforms cool water into hot blood…who quickens the pulse and can even stop a heart.

I come to this place of the Navigation, alone and to ponder the meaning of my inner Mysteries, where the Goddess makes Herself known as vulture and lioness, Eye of the Sun and Cobra of the Sun-God’s brow. Her countenance may be terrible, even as is the fear of death, but how lovely to gaze upon Her refined curves, swaying in the moon’s alabaster light and beneath the vault of heaven’s jealous gaze.

Blue-black is the hair of my Goddess, cascading down to Her smooth shoulders in two lappets capped with rosy gold. How beautiful Her gown, woven of gold feathers and enhanced with a girdle of coppery pleats. How shining white is the Southern Crown upon Her head, and beneath it the fan of vulture’s wings and talons, whose lethal grasp firmly holds the gems of Eternity, winking in the pale light of the moon.

Is it a lion’s hot breath I feel upon my face, or the cool brush of a vulture’s wing? Is my Goddess fair or frightening…pleased or passionate…content or ready for war? Behind Her majestic presence I hear the churning of the Lake of Isheru, into whose depths so many men have gazed and been drawn, where kings have offered all that they had…where armies have prayed for victory and priests for prosperity. But the time for simple prayers has come to an end, and my offering provokes its Mistress to come forth and grant Her boons. I have asked for answers, and the Queen of Isheru has opened Her leonine mouth in a manner of answer!

These are the words of Mut the Great, the Mistress of Isheru: Come, O you kings of the Earth, and listen! Come, O you rulers of the North and South, and hear the pronouncements of the Most Ancient One, Who came before you, Who heralded the dawn with Her roars and made great the flood at the time of the First Occasion!

I was with Ra on that day of the splitting open of the Ished Tree in Annu, when the enemies of the Sun-God were torn and Apep severed. I have swallowed darkness, and I have eaten death, and the Primordial Gods feared me in this my name of Mother, Death…Mother, Death. For I alone am your beginning and your end, and within my body do all things that live gain their first beginning, and achieve their last end.

Yet I have drawn forth the infant Sun from my thighs, and I have conceived from a bull and made of Him my Lotus-Born Son. I have taken in Amun, in secret, in the wet lake they call Isheru, and within the crescent flood I give life to the Moon, Whose name has been called Khensu-Neferhotep!

Hush! Hush, O Child of the Secrets, and open your mouth to receive the breast of the Sun, which is hatched from the shell of a beetle and rolled across the vault to be as one with the Ark of Ra. Dutifully the Gods come at my command, for I am the ancient Generatrix, giving the Thrones of the North and South to the Greater and Lesser Companies of the Gods to rule, and it is by my will that such things were ordered as have governed time since the time of the First Occasion.

Come now, my Son, Khensu-Neferhotep, and dip Your lotus body in the waters in which Ra daily bathes…the waters in which Amun brought Himself into being, in which Atum moved His hand over His impassioned body and ejaculated the world. These are the Waters of Renewal, where a boy becomes at last a man, where a husband fathers generations, and where the dead are reborn into everlasting life. These are the waters in which a woman nourishes her child, which embrace a man when he is transformed by the senses, and which drown a seed in order that new life might burst forth!

Know then that all things were born in the depths and return to the depths, deep down into the watery abyss where the Sun had His beginnings. This is the Crescent-Place we call Isheru, which receives the gilded ship of my Becoming on the eve of the New Moon. This is the feast they call the Navigation, but it is nothing less than the navigation of humankind as a child through the womb of its Mother…the sapling’s fragile branches into the body of a great tree…the seed of a man into the lineage of his progeny.

Isheru is the womb where the kernel of potential is urged into fruition, and the process of Creation becomes a distinct reality. It is the bone that contains the marrow, drawn out from the corpses of the dead by vultures and transformed into the nectar of life. For all living things are born from death, and death is the Mother of all life.

Thus am I called Mut…“Mother”…Mut…“death”. O death, my Mother! O death, the becoming of my Ka into the greatness of the Glorified, Whose forms are boundless and Whose lights guide the way for the blind. All sight begins with darkness, into which pierces the light, giving form to form and substance to shape. Its root is darkness…emptiness…what they call the Abyss of chaos.

Go down, my child, into the Waters of the Isheru, and come up again renewed with the knowledge that comes from partaking of the Mysteries. All true knowledge comes from direct experience, and the experience of Immortality is gained through the transformations of birth and death, which are known to the Gods and to all creeping creatures beneath the Sun!

O my Mother Mut, from Whose noble breast I have suckled the wisdom of the Mysteries! Cradle my desire in Your two hands, and make of me Your Lotus-Born child, Whose countenance appears again and again in His name of Khensu-Neferhotep!

In gratitude I bestow the first fruits of the Harvest, the corn and the cornflower, the grain and the beer, the bread and the vine. I waft frankincense to Heaven and shake the Sistrum before Your face, glowing with gold and shining like turquoise.

When at long last I return to the world of the Sun, my feet have been washed clean in the Waters of Renewal, and the words of my Goddess have been inscribed upon my heart. There is no outer explanation of the Mysteries that can dispel their shadows nor express their ageless wisdom. These are held firmly in the vulture’s claws of my Mistress- the One Who is the Mistress of that Crescent-Lake called Isheru.

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Words of the Great Enchantress, From “The Isian Book of Hours” By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

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I am the Girdle of the raiment of Auset, glimmering,
Casting off light, the Protector of Her breast,
Shedding light into the darkness, uniting the Two
Defendresses Who dwell in my body through the
Mighty enchantment of my very words!

I have driven away the darkness by my might!
I have taken possession of the Great Crown!
For I am the Woman Who illuminates the darkness,
Because I have arrived to make light the darkness;
And it is illumined doubly so!

I have made light the darkness. I have overthrown
The aggressors, and adored those who are in the
Darkness.

I have made those who mourn to rise up again,
Together with those whose faces had been hidden,
Who had fallen in dejection.
They gazed upon me in an instant.
For I am the Woman, the Goddess Auset!

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