January 30th, 2015

Hmm… Well, that didn’t go quite as I had hoped.

When I first met Artemis, I imagined myself opening my patio door, walking outside. And so I was wondering which door would be the one through which I meet Isis. I couldn’t get a good feel on any of them, so I decided to visit my meadows and do some thinking there.

As I walked down to the tunnel that lead to my meadow, the floor and the walls quickly began to be coated in gold. And my clothes, which, this time, were dark blue scrubs, changed while I was walking into a floor-length, dress of some kind. It was basically what you see the female Egyptian statues wearing. At the same time of my clothes changing, rings, bracelets, arm bands, necklace, headbands that come forward and lay across your forehead, and that traditional wig of black hair appeared. I was sight to see, I’ll tell you that.

As I continued walking down the tunnel, the gold kept covering everything. When I got the pond of the Universe, the gold stopped a few feet away. I bent down and gave my respects, realizing that the Universe is feeling sluggish today. Very, “five more minutes, mom,” or “I guess I’ll do the dishes now.”

I walked past the pond and came to the bottom of the stairs that lead to my meadows. But instead of one giant opening, there were now two. The opening on the left was bigger and led to a place with hues of gold and yellow. The opening on the right led to my meadows, to which it was dark, things were sleeping.

Knowing I was here to meet Isis, I chose to walk through the opening on the left. And not really surprised, found myself in Egypt, a ways away from the pyramids. At the end of a little walkway, was an uncovered Jeep and two guards waiting for me. One of the guards was the driver and the other sat with me in the back seat. I didn’t make small talk with them, but they seemed friendly enough.

I think the driver was associated with Anubis, as it had a dog-like head, and the one that sat with me was associated with Horus, as this one had a bird-like head.

As we drove, I saw a bird in the sky and called up to Hawk, but who came down was much bigger and more eagle-like than Hawk. But the bird landed on my arm just fine and we continued to drive a little bit until we came to one-story building with sand dunes up against the outside walls. I set the eagle on a branch, understanding that while Hawk would love to be here with me, he can’t because this is something I have to do on my own.

Four more guards were posted outside the main entrance, very casual. They watched me go in with no protests. Once inside, I walked a few steps to a lowered… walkway, I guess, with stairs leading up to main areas. A younger person, I couldn’t tell if they were male or female, got off of a lounging chair and came to stand in front of me. They were shirtless, wore a skirt of some kind with a length of fabric on the front that wasn’t sewed down, and they also had jewelry on, including some eyeliner.

I knelt down and offered my respects to the Goddess Isis. The person stood in front of me, arms crossed, denying me access. I announced again that I was here to personally greet the Goddess Isis, someone who might want to meet me in return.

“She’s not here.” The person said, rather loudly. I could tell they wanted me to go away.

There was a curtain behind the lounging chair that was tightly closed. I said, “Maybe she’s in there. Could you go and tell her that I am here?”

“There’s no one there. Go away.”

I thought, maybe this is a test? From what I read, she is also a goddess of magic. So I tried to form to an invisible shield around myself, like an invisibility cloak. I don’t know if it succeeded because I didn’t get very far. My cloak may have worked, but whomever this person was saw right through it. Though they gave me props for trying.

I tried a couple of different ways to get behind the curtain or to convince the young person to go get Isis herself. But they were adamant: Isis was not here.

The person said, “She’s not here right now. Go back to your regularly scheduled programming.”

Translation: You’re still to meet her, but not now. She’s not here. You usually meditate on a certain day, wait until then and try again.

Which is true, I usually meditate on Sunday or Monday nights. I just figured I had some extra time before bed now, doesn’t hurt to try.

The young person thought my attempts to get any farther were admirable. But go home.

So I did.


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