Well, it looks like this latest “Islamic” U.S. created “terrorist” group called (initially, and still, sometimes) “ISIS” as done its job, which was, in part, to take over/corrupt/ruin the original denotation of the word, the sacred goddess of ISIS ancient Egypt.
From wikipedia:
I am she that is the natural mother of all things, mistress and governess of all the elements, the initial progeny of worlds, chief of powers divine, Queen of Heaven… and the Egyptians which are excellent in all kind of ancient doctrine, and by their proper ceremonies accustomed to worship me, do call me Queen Isis.
Google “ISIS” and check the images that come up. Maybe one in a hundred depicts the original goddess, the rest show the gods of war at work and run amuck.
As of yesterday, my neighbor Rebecca helped to get my most important framed print from my trip to Egypt up above the bed in my new room: Behold the goddess Nut, mother of Isis, a sky goddess who, bending over, cradles Earth with her feet and hands.
I’ve also got a small photo of my own mother,
aka, Lady Renee, who passed from this plane just over two weeks ago. I will purchase a special frame for her image. She too, will go in a special place.
My altar sits across the room as I lie in bed, tiny, but treasured. The Russian goddess Baba Ya, etched and intense, sits above my watercolor self-portrait from 14 years ago. Tiny goddess figurines from trips to Greece and Peru and India and Turkey sit atop the tiny shelf. They give me comfort. They offer strength and resilience. As our dear lady Renee used to say, whatever the situation, “This too, will pass.”
Let us hearken back to our matrilineal lineages for the strength to endure, balance, and transform 2000 (or is it 5000?) years of patriarchy gone amuck. This IS, folks, the end-game of that particular evolutionary dead-end.
Meanwhile, check this out, via truthdig:
And if you feel the need to dig into the nasty, convoluted, festering bowels of the his-storical lead-up to the current Mideast “fog of war,” I dare you to follow all the players in this one. Via email communication from Fred Burks of wanttoknow.info:
The Covert Origins of ISIS
Me? Today I plan to plant my hands and my feet in the soil of Mother Earth. And to hold all the “players” in this “world game” of ours, in my open, bleeding heart as we sail further into the great unknown.
