In a moment of utter amazement, I whispered “Mary is Isis and Jesus Christ is Osiris and Horus. The nativity scenes are one scene, repeated through time.”
In my last post, I discussed setting up a Kemetic-themed Christmas tree for the second year running, and how I was quite content with the results. In that post, I also mentioned that when touching the ornaments and making finishing touches to the tree, I began having spontaneous visions. I wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular, and my mind had wandered a bit, as you typically do when tending to things around the house.
Touching the ornaments served to spark a flow of information, an impromptu experience of psychometry (see the 2020 article, Measuring souls: Psychometry, female instruments, and subjective science, 1840-1910 by Cameron B. Strang). In my mind’s eye, I knew I was seeing a Kemetic nativity scene. There was Isis / Aset amongst river reeds and blue lotus lilies, cradling her baby son, Horus and hiding from her murdering brother, Set. Although in grave danger, Isis also felt great joy. There was a tremendous sense of wholeness and peace — everything would be okay now — despite the many perils she’d faced and a temporary lack of resources. Isis would have to come out of hiding eventually and face certain danger, but in those moments, she knew she’d accomplished something infinitely important. Osiris had been found and resurrected. She had conceived and given birth to a son, Horus. What she did would alter the course of humanity and creation. The scene would need to be repeated in coming times, and in human form, as the battle for Earth and what Earth would ultimately become, was not completely over yet.
In a moment of utter amazement, I whispered “Mary is Isis and Jesus Christ is Osiris and Horus. The nativity scenes are one scene, repeated through time.” The realisation brought tears to my eyes. Very briefly, I tried to analyse and rationalise this. Well, I come from a Catholic background, so of course, maybe it’s just me wanting to reconcile these two very different religions now that I’m a Kemetic pagan?
Mary / Isis responded:
“They’re not as different as you think. These two religions [Kemticism and Catholicism] come from the same source. All religions come from the same source.”
I wish I could convey the shock wave I felt from the current of energy I was carrying, when this information plugged into my being and everything made sense, when the fog of ignorance I never knew I had receded, when the river reeds parted and there was Mary / Isis with her child! It was an incredible blessing, one that I wish for anyone of pure intent.
These stories, these nativity scenes, these religions are all connected. Nothing was stolen from one to create the other. Rather, they were retold when needed and in order to be retold, they had to be relived. First in spiritual reality through Isis, then in physical reality through Mary.
Chaos and Isfet never win. Isis wins, which is why it’s so wrong that a terrorist group would be given her namesake today, when nothing could be further from the truth (as a side note, look at the ankh, a symbol of life turned into a cross, which was an execution device that later became a symbol of resurrection). That’s the nature of truth in today’s world: twisted, jumbled wreckage strewn about. It’s up to us to pick up the pieces — just as Isis picked up the pieces of Osiris — and put back together what we conceive to be the truth.
Of course, I realise the subjective element of truth. Real truth is not something we need to debate or argue or fight wars over. Real truth gives the bearer a sense of security, wholeness, and peace; as opposed to insecurity, lack and fear. I wish for each and every one of my readers, that same sense of peace.
Thank you, for reading Kemetic Blog. A Merry Isis to you! Stay safe and well.
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