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

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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

Auset is an Urban Goddess~ Part Two By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

Auset Urban Goddess 2

In the early 80’s I was growing up as part of the MTV generation. Cyndi Lauper, Depeche Mode, Wham!, George Michael, Prince and Michael Jackson were all the rage. But foremost of the 80’s pop royalty was Madonna, savvy media mogul and video temptress, whose attention grabbing blend of sex and urban sheikh fashions, mixed with a high octane cocktail of street smarts and femininity, came to define the 80’s and everything that made us tick then.

The first video I saw of this glamorous street urchin was “Burning Up”, in which Madonna appears as a gyrating, sexually frustrated femme fatale, singing and sultry in the middle of a street as her lover drives toward her. Not an award winner by any stretch, but I was hooked. “Who is this girl?”, I thought, and decided to stay tuned. This was the beginning of a 30 year love affair with the Marilyn Monroe look alike who wasn’t, but also coincided with the initiation of a personal obsession with powerful women and divine femininity that was to take me to the depths and heights of human experience. Though pop goddesses may not seem a very likely introduction to THE GODDESS, for me as a young boy, the entrance of Madonna onto the pop culture stage resonated with a budding belief that the power and sexuality of women was a source of something sacred and mysterious…something primordial and latent in all living things.

I was attending St. Alban’s Perish Day School, a private Catholic institution, when Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” album and video were released. This was a seminal moment of my boyhood. Madonna appeared as a lace and crucifix adorned sex symbol, sometimes veiled, sometimes clad in very little at all, and yet her strength, power and femininity were anything but demure. Here was a girl on a mission to conquer the world, who may at times have appeared as the stereotypical blond bimbo, but whose dominant self possession belied any attempts by men to have or control her in traditional domestic sexist roles.

It was Madonna’s liberated sexuality and confidence that made an impression on me, but also her explicit use of Christian and Catholic iconography. For me, the crucifix and the veil, both making appearances in “Like a Virgin”, symbolized deeper mysteries than Madonna’s need to harvest visuals from her staunch Catholic upbringing. These were hallmarks of an ancient Goddess into whose mysteries I was just beginning to be drawn, a goddess whose veiled countenance was to transfix my inner gaze and provoke a lifelong quest.

On Fridays we were required to attend chapel at St. Alban’s. The chapel was an enchanted building surrounded by rose bushes, clad in vivid stained glass windows and icons of various saints and biblical heroes. I had been raised a Baptist, in the tedious austerity of undecorated churches without incense and ritual, so the Latin Mass, with its flickering candles, chanting and icons, struck a deep and mysterious chord in me. Secretly, I was already praying to ancient Egyptian gods and learning about the Goddess Isis, and had developed an aversion to the concept of monotheism and what I saw as the Christian superiority complex.

When kneeling to say the Lord’s Prayer, which I ardently refused to parrot, I folded my hands and silently prayed to Isis, Osiris and Horus. How else could I go through with it…praying in the house of a god I did not even believe existed? For me, I found consolation in transferring the symbols and dogma of Catholic Christianity into the hieroglyphs and deities of the ancient Egyptian pantheon.

Chapel possessed one virtue for me that helped me during what was a very troubled and difficult childhood. The secret faith I kept locked away deep in my heart had no open outlet through which to find expression. My parents were hardline Baptists…bible thumping church goers who believed and taught in the infallible, inerrant existence of the Christian doctrine. So, it was in the iconography of Catholicism that I was able to covertly maintain a living relationship with the Gods of Egypt. My gods.

The chapel at St. Albans contained a number of striking life size icons, but of all these it was the marble statue of the Virgin Mary that called to my heart. When I looked up into her outstretched arms, her veiled, tender form with its kind and compassionate gaze, I saw the Goddess Isis, most ancient Queen of Goddesses, and I petitioned Her to possess the statue of Mary so I could come and offer Her my prayers and heartaches.

For a year I came every week, and sometimes more frequently, to pray and commune with Isis in Her Catholic disguise, lighting candles, and in my mind reliving the ancient stories of the Goddess and Her holy family. Isis had traversed very troubled times, I knew. Her cherished brother-husband Osiris had been brutally murdered, even cut into pieces after He was slain, and Her son Horus was conceived in secret and reared on the run. The Goddess had lost Her queenship of Egypt, and had had to flee for Her life. She had been a refugee in Her own country, forced to scrape together a living in the marshes of the Delta, and She had almost lost Her son to a near-fatal scorpion bite. She had been alone and persecuted, and knew hunger, fear and heartache.

In Isis I knew that I was not alone, and that far from being a lofty fear-commanding god, Isis was the mother and caretaker of all living things. She took all people unto Her in their troubles, not only those who believed in Her, but all hearts. She did not rule through doctrine or man-made institutions, nor did She demand obedience via the threat of eternal torture in hell. Isis, the Mother of all Gods, simply loves. She is a queen of hearts, and it is through the heart that She calls, nurtures and loves.

One Friday morning Father Treat saw me lighting a candle in front of Mary, and sought me out. With a kind smile he said, “Ah, you are praying to our Lady”. With an even bigger smile I replied, “No, I am praying to Isis”. I am not quite sure what possessed me to confess my secret to Father Treat that day, but the cat was out of the bag! Suddenly I had diarrhea of the mouth, and blurted out everything, right then and there. I told Father Treat under no uncertain terms that my Goddess had given birth to his god, that Isis was the true origin of divinity, and that Her faith, the religion of Her people, was the true and ancient belief of the human race. “Christianity is second hand goods”, I told him. “The real thing began in Egypt”.

That was the end of my secret prayers to Isis, because Father Treat, naturally horrified and beside himself, called my mother to St. Albans for a meeting, during which I was chastised for my blasphemy, and assigned a strict penance for the “wicked lies” I had spoken. “Do you want to go to hell?!”, my mother yelled at me in the car on the way home from school. “Don’t you know that God punished the children of Israel for worshipping the false gods of Egypt?” For some reason I still had a tiny fragment of courage left. “No. He is your god, you deal with him. My god is Isis, and She was Goddess before your god ever existed!”

My father made me spend the whole weekend writing out John 3:16 in a legal notepad, and the controversy lingered in the household for quite a while. I never did recant my heresy, and I even had the nerve to return to chapel on Fridays. How suspiciously Father Treat eyed me as I lit candles in front of the Virgin Mary, and made my heartfelt little prayer to Isis:

Hail Isis, Queen of Egypt,
Mother of the World!
Blessed is the fruit of Your womb,
For the fruit which You have 
Brought forth is the Sun!

Then I went home, turned on MTV, and got my Goddess fix watching Madonna videos. My parents may have seen an 80’s rock sex symbol, dancing in lingerie in front of a burning cross singing “Like a Prayer”, but I saw Isis, the urban goddess, ever present and ever ready to steal hearts…even in the most surprising of places!

All text copyright © 2001-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Auset is an Urban Goddess~ Part One By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

Urban Auset

In the late 90’s I had hit personal crisis big time. The long term relationship I had been in was slowly heading for the rocks. Like an ostrich I stuck my head in the sand and waited, hoping that if I hid long enough, pretended to go about things as usual, that it would all just take care of itself. So very Pisces, eh? My partner was a recovering Mormon from Salt Lake City, whose own father had been excommunicated from the Mormon Church for coming out of the closet. Initially, my partner found a breath of fresh air in my practice of the ancient Egyptian sacred traditions, and he seemed to be able to find a source of healing in the story of Isis and Her holy family.

Things took a drastic turn for the worse when my partner faced a crisis of faith, his Mormon past resurfacing to haunt him…his daily struggle becoming one of spiritual identity and life path. As I seriously considered taking priestly vows, my partner found himself despising religion in total, and unable to cope with my increasing spiritual epiphanies. It was a tense and difficult roller coaster ride….Enter Auset, Isis…enter DeTraci Regula.

My partner’s father was close friends with the owner of Better World Galleria in San Diego, and on a chilly Autumn night my partner and I attended a special event there that was to have serious repercussions on my life and spiritual path. DeTraci Regula was presenting a lecture and signing for her new book “The Mysteries of Isis”, and I knew I had to be there. It was one of those seminal moments in life…the kind you look back on even years later, and realize that without this one event, you would not be the person you are today.

DeTraci Regula is one of those rare speakers who has the ability to bring ancient, abstract or dated concepts right into the current moment as fresh and vibrant, living ideas. This is what DeTraci accomplishes in “The Mysteries of Isis”, which must be ranked as one of the most significant contributions to Goddess worship in the modern age. For me, the profound blessing of this book, together with its author, is the continued emphasis on the universality of the Goddess, and the continued relevance of Her worship and mythos in the current era.

Isis is not just an Egyptian goddess”, DeTraci said at the very start of her lecture. “She has Her feet planted comfortably in Greece, Rome, London…even in China and Japan. Isis is at home in New York City!” DeTraci’s ideas and research strive to take Isis out of the confines of Egyptian antiquity and reveal Her much broader influences and characteristics. At the same time, “Mysteries of Isis” links past and present, antiquity and future, by giving the current devotee a means of utilizing the ancient rites and mysteries in the here and now. This is precisely what I needed on that night in the 90’s when I attended DeTraci’s lecture, facing a crisis in private love life…facing a crossroads.

At this time in my life I was struggling with my ardent devotion to my Gods and Their ancient mysteries and how the expression of this devotion could be reconciled with life in the modern era. Gone were the monumental temples of Isis, where priestesses and priests could celebrate the complex rites and rituals without constraints from the secular world. In ancient Egypt the secular and sacred were blurred, and there was no separation of church and state. Ancient celebrants had it easy, say, in comparison with practitioners in today’s New York City. My partner’s identity crisis brought it home to me that in the current era, the sacred was not so readily embraced or easy to find confirmation of. Things came to a head, and I had to make a choice.

I was single, again, and alone, it so seemed, in taking vows to join the clergy of the ancient Egyptian rites of Isis. I had obsessed myself with DeTraci’s book, and it was through her wise but firm guidance that I handed myself over into the two hands of Isis, sacrificing my old life, and becoming a servant of the ancient Mysteries of the Mysterious One.

Isis Lady of the Two Lands
Are you there?
Hear my prayer Isis, hear my prayer.
Are You there Isis,
Are You there!
Isis Lady of the Two Hands
You are there.
You are there Isis,
You are there.
Hear my prayer Isis,
Hear my prayer!

This Isian song was given to me by DeTraci Regula during much happier times, but it lends itself with such grace to my struggles and tempestuous feelings when I began my path as a consecrated priest. DeTraci said to me once, “Ptahmassu, you came into this world a priest!” Most people would agree with her, and most people seem to see me as a natural priest and ritualist, leaping tall obelisks in a single bound…with a simple flick of a wrist manhandling the harmonies out of any sistrum!

But for me, the actual state of affairs is much more complicated, and the sacrifices I have had to make for my priesthood have often been difficult…sometimes devastating. To all would-be priestesses and priests out there I say, be very careful what you wish for…what you think you are asking for. Initiation into the Mysteries of Isis means making of your heart a sponge, and the Goddess squeezes nothing less than everything out of it…then asks for even more.

I spent time on the streets of San Diego just before the 90’s came to a close. I had had to put everything I owned in storage, and found myself without an address. Reading Isis and Tibetan Buddhist philosophy by day, and spending nights on the couches of this friend or that acquaintance, I rebelled against the concept of working a traditional job and being a respectable member of society (some things haven’t changed, right?!), and opted instead to be a shaven headed urban priest of Isis, the Goddess in the red dress.

One night I had no couch to crash on, so there was nothing for it, I crashed in the covered back doorway of a store…one of the favored haunting places of San Diego’s elite homeless. One of the regulars was already there, a kind old gentleman wearing a very sporty suit coat and shiny dress shoes. He tended to mumble incoherently under his alcoholic breath, but he was not unpleasant, and didn’t mind sharing his blankets with me. At one point he turned to me and blurted out, “She’s watching you, you know”. I was perplexed. “Who is watching me?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t ask me…but it’s her…the lady in the red dress”. At that, the old drunk let out a confident fart, and turned over in the blankets. Isis! I thought, almost so loud I was sure the old man had heard me. Just then, I heard him stutter, “Yeah, that lady in the red dress”. ISIS, I laughed inside my head….You’ve got to be kidding me!

All text copyright © 2001-2014 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

The Call of Auset (Part Two)~ By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

Lady Olivia Ordaining Ptahmassu Convocation 2002

The year I was formally ordained a priest of Isis altered my life forever. Before that transformative event I had thought that I already belonged to the Goddess, that I was already accomplishing the work of a priest. I carried out the daily ritual for Auset the Mother of the God, showered Her gilded statue with offerings and prayers…paid homage to Her in every way I could. However, something changed profoundly in me that moment Lady Olivia called down the Isian Current and declared me a priest.

The afternoon after my partner and I were ordained, we sat in our truck at Isis Oasis, packed and ready for the long drive back to San Diego. DeTraci Regula had given us her blessing in the little meditation temple of Isis, and we felt stunned, transfixed…unable to move or speak for several minutes. Finally, we looked at one another with certainty and determination. “Nothing can ever be the same, ever again”, Brent said, shaking his head. “No”, I answered, “We can’t go back to San Diego and live the same life. Our life now belongs to Isis…so we have BIG work to do!”

My partner and I planted seeds that day that have had tremendous repercussions on every part of our life since then. Upon returning to San Diego, we committed ourselves to establishing a formal public devotional and ritual space for Isis and Her sacred traditions. The World Peace Temple of Isis was our vision for the first of several incarnations of the work we would be called upon to accomplish for the Goddess. With the generous support, leadership and guidance of Rt. Rev. DeTraci Regula and Rt. Rev. Linda Iles, Brent and I set about to open up the hearth of Isis to those who, like ourselves, had been called to the bosom of Isis’s love, and found themselves walking the path of Her Mysteries.

My experience has been that to answer the Call of Isis means to follow in the footsteps of the Goddess…wherever She might lead you! Since my ordination in 2002, my partner and I have picked up and moved more than a dozen times, packing up the Temples in order to follow where the Goddess and Her divine family have guided us. No, I have not always answered this call without doubt or fear…I’ve had my “bad hair days” as a priest; however, in the end, I am always reminded that the Goddess I serve once gave up everything She had…Her kingdom, Her queenship, and the life She had with Her child…in order to travel the length and breadth of the ancient world in search of Her slain beloved Osiris. When the Goddess calls, and we answer, She is often asking us to be initiated into Her Mysteries through direct experience. We must answer with courage and humility, and give up our selfish behaviors in order to embrace the higher awareness that I call Isian Consciousness.

Isian Consciousness is knowledge gained through direct experience of the life path of the Goddess Isis Herself. First, we receive the Call of Isis, which is the tugging on our heart’s strings to serve Isis and serve as an example to others of the life of Isis. For the Goddess Isis is not some abstract concept of energy or nature or power, though the Goddess Isis does indeed channel and use these things in Her work.

The Great Mother Goddess Isis, known to the ancient Egyptians as Ast or Auset, is a divine being, a sacred personality of the Eternal, Who came to earth and ruled the Two Lands of Kemet, divine Egypt, in the Time Before Time. Her mythos or passion, as recorded by the Egyptians and later Greek scholars, was very tangible and immediate to these ancient peoples. The stories of our Isis transformed the ancient Mediterranean world, whose peoples knew Isis and her holy family as living gods, gods that had walked, suffered and communed with humankind.

Gnosis of Isis, Isis Consciousness becomes a path in which the devotee experiences the very Mysteries of the Goddess in their everyday life, profoundly and directly in one’s human activities. When the veil between sacred and profane dissolves, when the Mysteries of Isis cease to be limited to the chanting and incense and icons of the Temple, and instead become the fabric of everyday human experience, then and only then does the meaning of the life and call of Isis become clear…real…the living embodiment of the Sacred as ever present and omnipresent.

Isis begins by asking us to walk with Her and Her holy family in order to live the sacred drama of life, death, resurrection, suffering, salvation and illumination that is woven in the shining locks of the Goddess Herself. When She asks us to follow Her Mysteries, She means FOLLOW! She often asks us to put aside self-cherishing behaviors, and even our own possessions, so that we may know directly what unconditional love, altruism and compassion are. How can we achieve divine illumination, in this body and in this very life. That is the mission of all Isians, and it is the path of the Mysteries of Isis, which are eternal, unending and ever ready for those whose hearts are brave enough to answer the Call of Auset.

All text copyright © 2001-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

The Call of Auset (Part One)~ By Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa, Pr.H/ Temple of Auset Nevada

Call to Auset

As many of you know, I am a priest of Isis in the Temples of Isis California and Nevada, and a Priest Hierophant of the Goddess in the Fellowship of Isis. What does it mean to be a priest or priestess of the Goddess Isis in today’s world? I do not have a right to speak for others. The call of Isis is a deeply personal path, and each member of Her clergy has her or his own experience that awakened the desire to serve the Goddess in this way. 

For me, the call of Isis came to me as a young boy of only ten, when, through the intervention of Isis, the Rt. Rev. Lady Loreon Vigné answered a letter I had written to her, and very generously volunteered to be my spiritual teacher. For me, Isis embodied the ancient Egyptian rites and traditions, and the very essence of unconditional love. She was the protectress and custodian of the most ancient divine Mysteries, and to serve Her was to serve the origins of the human soul.

Lady Loreon was very patient and generous to me, and helped me to cultivate a genuine understanding of religion, not as an authoritative body of rituals and dogma, but a mystical path to self awareness and divine communion. The ancient Egyptian traditions of Isis, she taught me, were the origins of humankind’s relationship with the Sacred Feminine…and it was time for humankind to return to that Source called Mother.

Being a priest of Auset, for me, does not mean that I am holy or chosen or special. It does not mean that I have power or knowledge or gifts that others do not have. Queen Isis is the Mother of Gnosis, mystical awareness of things as they truly are. This is an awareness that all beings are heirs to, and all hearts can awaken. When we yearn for nothing else so deeply as to be united with our divine nature, then we have already achieved an answer to the call of Isis, and that answer can become the focal point for one’s service as priestess or priest.

In ancient times, the priestess and priesthood were responsible for carrying out the daily rituals in the temple, the rituals through which humankind and the Gods remained in direct contact. Today, women and men all over the earth are experiencing a reawakening of this sacred relationship with the Goddesses and Gods, and with Auset, Isis, the Goddess of 10,000 names.

When I answered the call of Isis as a priest, I took upon myself an iron mantle of service that to my heart embodies a path of service to creation through the virtues of the Goddess. When I was ordained, Lady Loreon said, “now you have to take this out into the world and do good works for the earth and all Her creatures. It is not enough just to do rituals in the temple…get out there and serve!”

Lady Zarita Zook, Arch Priestess of Isis and foundress of Temple of Isis Nevada, has also been a kind, generous and firm teacher to me. When she ordained me as High Priest of Temple of Isis Nevada, she cautioned me, “the mantle of the clergy is not soft fabric, but iron. Feel how heavy the mantle is! This mantle is forged of steel by the Goddess, for service in Her House is a grave responsibility, a calling only the most brave can bear!”

Lady Zarita teaches all her pupils that the call of Isis is a process of putting feet on your prayers…actually going out into the world and serving others, not as a religious duty or a means of conversion, but solely because Isis is the Mother of compassion, whose kindness and embrace are unconditional, altruistic.

Priestesses and priests who simply dress up in glamorous ritual attire and perform spectacular rituals aren’t really accomplishing the work of ISIS. The true work of the Goddess is the work of a physician…a heart surgeon…repairing and healing, soothing and loving all creatures in this world. When Isis calls, it is a call to awaken. Wake up, my child, the Goddess says. It is time to get to work!

All text copyright © 2001-2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa