Heart of Red Jasper Is Your Name

Heart of Red Jasper is Your Name

The Goddess Nuit brings you with her lips when she comes;
west’s mouth opens at twilight where your flashing star rises.
Your luminescence foretells the rising flank of the naked moon;
‘lips of lapis lazuli’ is your name at the moment of his ascension.

Djehuty declares you by the enchantment of his tongue;
you glide from his divine speech as a silver crescent’s boon.
What graces my mouth is the fullness of heaven’s eye;
‘tongue of silver’ is your name when his gleam strikes my lips.

The Goddess Auset binds you to me with her girdle;
she brings at her breast the sanguine knot of sky’s magic.
Seven knots surround your center on her seat of constant ardor;
‘heart of red jasper’ is your name where my breast keeps you.

Ausir the green raises you from his pasture when he comes;
sprouting seed weaves your field as the earth my feet travel.
How you rise by the flood the Good God urges from my loins;
‘thighs of malachite’ is your name as you spring from my hand.

The Goddess Hwt-Her shakes your sycamore of the sky;
with swaying hips she catches you between her western mounds.
My mirror leads lonely eyes up the trail of starry branches;
‘boughs of turquoise’ is your name on the morning heaven sways you.

Amun-Ra brings your cloud of myrrh when he comes;
I inhale the rising sun on my heart’s holy horizon.
The Lord of Thrones has placed you before his tree of myrrh;
‘god-making fragrance’ is your name when your breath leads the sky.

The Goddess Muwt fulfills your soul when her lake swells;
she navigates with the roar of your name by moonlight on her waters.
I am there to drink your zeal as thunder tears the sky;
‘traveler of splendor’ is your name when you sail my lightning skin.

Khonsu-Neferhotep brings your shade when he comes;
an open lotus meets the eyes of the sky by daybreak’s blush.
How the east shares your body with the holy river’s mirror;
‘shadow of the Sun-God’ is your name by dawn and twilight.

The Goddess Sekhmet opens your eyes with her hands of might;
your sky becomes her brow of life where ceaseless flame is kindled.
I tread the horizon where I am led into that sight of power;
‘eye of flame’ is your name when your heart of jasper strikes me.

All text copyright © 2016 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

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Opening the Secret Shrine

Opening the Secret Shrine

I approach the hour when the stars are hidden
in the belly of the sky;
she swallows them all at the moment of this Sun-God’s descent;
and I am this Sun-God whose name has been lauded
by the nine netjeru-gods.

Listen, see; turn over on your sides you corpses of the earth,
and open your eyes to behold my luminous passing;
for I am the Great God, the Ram-Soul of brilliant flesh of gold,
and it is my countenance of peace that stills the terrors of the night!

Be still in your hearts, be comforted by my forthcoming,
and I will rise up as one of the Unwearying Stars before your eyes;
the earth in your bleary eyes removed by my golden savor.
The nine netjeru-gods proclaim my manifestation
above the dome of that western cavern,
but it is my cloud of sandalwood which precedes me,
and my turquoise light-beams which declare my potency.

Listen, see; my name causes a shudder to throw back the earth
in the presence of the Nine Gods;
their appointed guardians rise up on their haunches to salute me;
their fists beat their breasts as they do for the eastern horizon;
and they shout henu!  Henu!  Salutations!  Salutations!

Be still no longer; arise like those Unwearying Stars in the sky,
O you corpses in the earth whom the west has swallowed;
the fragrance of myrrh of my Mother is upon your flesh,
and she has suckled you at her dusky breast;
she has opened her thighs for you at dawn in her name of
Mistress of Heaven;
she has birthed you as she has birthed Ra in the hour of his renewal.
Stand up you corpses of the west, for the Great Ba-Soul abounds
with light to guide you in your hour of terror!

Listen, see; my name is Khepri in the moment of my becoming,
who shields the nascent power of the Sun when he comes forth
from the Secret Shrine;
he has his Mother’s scent upon him, and her fluid glistens his limbs
of fine gold;
behold how you glisten with him like turquoise when the earth is reborn!

Come, approach, and open the ears of your heart of lustrous carnelian.
I arrive at the Place of the Hauling with the sand of the Mound
upon my feet; this sand over which the Great Ram-Soul has tread;
thus I pass, and I cannot be hindered at any moment of the night;
and as day this sand becomes the renewal of my earth.

Homage is done to this sovereign of the west in our midst;
the Lord of the Secret Shrine is upon his sand in the nether cavern.
Are not his Unwearying Stars above his brow?
Their faces shine in the darkness for his glory.
Are not his long legs striders upon the coils of the serpent?
Its scales of many colors writhe beneath his divine and naked feet;
he needs no safeguard from their venom, for he is the Lord of Terror!

O Sokar who strides upon his sand, who throws open the doors
of the Hidden Shrine, the Lord of Dread in the West and Master
of the nether circuits; lift me up to your sand and upon your Mound;
make my ascension with me into the Henu-Ark when its power
navigates the celestial sky; take me into the confidence of your
knowledge of heavenly things; these secrets being my nourishment
forever!

See now you corpses of the earth; behold, hear, and let your hearts
breathe again; for this Sokar is upon his sand in the western cavern,
where he takes in his two fists the wings of this serpent of manifold
color; it is the life of the Sun-God when he is reunited with the corpse
of Ausir who has slumbered.
He has slumbered as you have slumbered; but there is no tarrying
in the cavern of the west forever;
for the thighs of the Sky shudder in their birth pangs for you,
and you shall become the very face of the Sun-God when he emerges.

O Ausir, kernel of the Mysterious Lord, tall of crown and dazzling
of countenance, whose turquoise is upon him in the eastern horizon;
if you are the corpse of the Sun-God, then I am the corpse of the Sun-God;
if Sokar is upon his sand to send you forth, then I am sent forth with you!
If you turn over on your right side, standing upright to behold the dawn,
then I am turned upright as a babe to suckle at the breast of my Mother
Auset!
If Ra is reunited with his nether body within the Land of Sokar,
then I too am reunited with my stellar body, and it is his hand
that lifts me up in the sky as one among the Imperishable Stars.

Listen, see; my lord is the Lord of Terror when he is upon his sand,
when he rises to his Mound in the Secret Shrine, when he stands
upright on the back of his serpent of many colors;
his stride long over the sandbanks, and his tall crown piercing the nether sky.
His cavern is hoisted above his head, and his savor of myrrh uplifts
the vault below the sleeping earth.

Come Sokar, Lord of the Secret Shrine, you dweller upon the Mound,
you who are upon your sand in that Nether Land;
behold how I arrive in your presence clad in the mantle of the eastern horizon!
My savor is that of sandalwood when it rises to the Nine Gods as a cloud;
and they acclaim my rebirth as a follower in your stellar retinue.
I have bathed in your sweat of myrrh when your tread empowered the Mound;
I have risen upon that Mound as you have risen, with my face turned
toward the east.

All you netjeru-gods standing on the sandbanks with your eyes wide open,
behold me when I approach the doors of your cavern in the west!
See me as a body of venerable light coming to announce the dawn;
indeed, suckled by the breast of the eastern sky and nourished upon
her fragrance!

You who have yet to see the Sun in his moment of becoming,
come now and see me rise as the master of the sky.
Shed your night terrors, your sleep, and your hibernation.
Receive the shimmering turquoise of my divine body,
opened again from that Secret Shrine whose doors appear
before the mansion of all spirits.

All text copyright © 2016 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

The White Lotus Liturgy of Auset & Ausir~ Part Three

Offering to Ausir

The adorer of Auset (Isis) and Ausir (Osiris) says:
I come, O my Mother Nuwit,
Into the Celestial Lake, endowed with a pure form,
Endowed with a pure heart, sailing over the Threshold
Of Light as one of the People of the Sun!

My name is ‘Becoming One’, the Egg of the Beginning,
Increasing in the Womb of Nuwit, the Swallower of the Stars!
I come as one of the stars in my name of ‘Completed One’,
The Celestial Father.

I am ‘Flesh of-Ra’ entering the mouth of evening, born anew
In the morning as ‘Flying-Sun’, exalted in His Ark as ‘Becoming One’.
May You receive me into the Secret Temple as one of the Disciples
Of Auset the Great; to live again, to flourish again, to enter
Resurrection as one of the Westerners of Ausir, the Forerunner
Of the Westerners!

The Goddess Nuwit, the Opener-of the Portal-of Heaven, says:
Come, O You Child ‘Flying-Sun’, rising in the eastern waters
Of the Celestial Lake and exalted as the ‘Babe in the Lotus’!
I birth you as the Incarnation of Ra, the First-God, the
Sovereign of the People of the Sun!
You are a child of the Black Land shining with turquoise-
Colored light!

You are as Ausir on that day of His resurrection,
When He became the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the
Sovereign of All Nations and Lord Above All Gods!

You are as Orion the Holy One, the Portal to the Sacred Mansion,
Embraced by the Goddess Auset-Sothis in the eastern heaven.

You are one of the Disciples of Ausir the Anointed-One.
You come into the Sacred Lake of the Temple of Secrets,
And you are baptized in the Divine Essence of Ausir,
The Lord of Anointing.
Your transgressions are purified like that Wedjat Eye of Ra!
Your body is purified in the presence of the Holy Ka of Ausir,
The Master of Holiness!

The adorer of Auset and Ausir says: I come! I kneel
Beneath that Holy Ished Tree flourishing in the Sacred Courtyard
Of the God’s-House of Secrets!
I receive the Essence of The God in my heart, in my flesh,
As my Ka, in this my body.

I receive the Divine Ka of Auset my Lady!
I receive the Divine Ka of Ausir my Lord
As the fresh water of the south, pouring out from the Spirit
Of Ausir the Lord of Spirits.

Come! Come! Come, O Waters of the Goddess Auset,
Bringing nigh to me the power of everlasting life!
I receive the baptism of Your Holy Spirit O Ausir my Lord!
I receive the baptism of Your Holy Spirit O Auset my Lady!

O Waters, O Auset! O Waters, O Ausir!
O Power of Life pouring out as the Eternal God;
The Life, the Goddess Auset, the Life, the God Ausir, the Life, the Divine Ka!
Auset is the Life, the Holy Way of eternal life!
Ausir is the life, the Holy Way of eternal life
For all of humankind.

O Auset, She is the Lady of Eternal Life from the Primordial Beginning,
Pouring out from the First-Occasion as the Goddess Who bestows
The gift of the Eternal Soul.

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

The White Lotus Liturgy of Auset & Ausir~ Part Two

Incense Ausir

I return to the Primeval Flood of the First Occasion of the Gods,
Becoming the Image of Ra in the deep floodwaters,
Emerging from the Coils of the Beginning as the ‘Becoming One’,
Coming forth from the Egg of the Pyramidion as the Phoenix.
The Phoenix is the Spirit of Ausir (Osiris) when He ascended at the
Moment of His Resurrection, when He became ‘The Powerful One’,
The Master of Eternal Life.

I renew my body in the Eternal Flood of Auset (Isis)
I renew my body in the Eternal Flood of Ausir!
I renew my essence in the Waters of Auset in the Beginning!
I renew my essence in the Waters of Ausir in the Beginning!
I renew my Spirit in the Presence of Ausir the King, the
Bestower of the Elixir of Life.

I come! I come again! I come again!
I repeat my life for eternity in Ausir the Vanquisher of Death,
The Eternal God who lives beyond the Gods!

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

The White Lotus Liturgy of Auset & Ausir~ Part One

Auset and Ausir

I give obeisance to Ausir (Osiris) the Glorious Lord in Abedju (Abydos)!
I kiss the earth in the presence of the Netjer, the Divine Incarnation
Of Heaven, coming forth from the Great Shrine as the
Divine Fragrance of the Hidden Land.

O Ausir the Beautiful-Faced One, the King of Eternity and
Master of the Beautiful Country, I smell Your Divine Fragrance
And I am made divine, in Your very image, upon this earth!
I kiss the earth at the Throne of Ausir the Lord, the God
Awoken from silence.

I come, O Ausir! I come into the presence of the Secret Chamber,
And I receive the Divine Fragrance of Your Divine Body.
I pass by the Great Goddess Auset (Isis), inhaling Her sweet fragrance,
Inhaling the Divine Ka of the Sacred House, anointed with the
Divine Power of the Goddess Auset in all Her glory.
My flesh is pure in the presence of Divine Mother Auset!
My body is pure in the presence of the God Heru (Horus), the Master
Of the Two Great Horizons!

My heart is pure in the presence of Ptah, the Lord of the Heart’s Throne!
My backside is pure in the presence of Ra the Lotus-Child,
The Light of the Primordial Beginning!

I ascend the Celestial Ladder of Auset into the Mansion of the
Imperishable Stars!
I ascend the Celestial Ladder of Ausir into the Field of Divinity,
Becoming an Incarnation of Light, filling my heart with white light.
I devour the Light of Ausir’s Divine Body, becoming indestructible
As His Wedjat Eye!

I ascend into the Shrine of Auset, and I see Her Holy Incarnation
Upon the Lotus-Throne.
I ascend into the Shrine of Ausir, and I see His Holy Incarnation
Upon the Lotus-Throne.

The celebrant makes an offering of sandalwood to the Goddess Auset and the God Ausir

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

Auset is an Urban Goddess~ Part Two

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

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

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

Lady of the Mansion: The Oracle of Nebet-Hut

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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!

All text copyright © 2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Called By Auset

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When I was in grade school I attended a private Catholic school where every Friday we were required to attend chapel and say Mass. We were expected to kneel and recite the Lord’s Prayer, and sing the appropriate hymns in observance of various Saint’s feast days. I was utterly offended at being required to kneel to a god I regarded as foreign, and recite a prayer that rang hollow in my heart.

At ten years of age I was already secretly consecrated to Auset, Mother Isis, so it was to Her I fervently prayed when the time came to kneel and parrot the words of the Lord’s Prayer after Father Treat. I remember a gilt icon of the Madonna shining above a rack of glittering candles, and silently, deep down in my heart of hearts, I said to Isis: “When it looks like I am praying to her, I am really praying to YOU!”

One morning after Mass was concluded, Father Treat saw me lighting a candle in front of the Madonna, and he said, “Oh, you are praying to our Lady?” “No”, I replied, “I am praying to Isis”. Father Treat called my mother that very morning and told her what I had said, expressing his outrage and concern, and when my mother came to pick me up at school I was confronted by her and Father Treat regarding my religious beliefs.

What could I say? I told both of them that the worship of Isis was far older than the religion of Jesus the Jew, that the magic and power of Isis was far more profound than the miracles performed by Christ, and, finally, that the Goddess had called me personally and answered my prayers directly. How had She called me?

The nectar of the ancient Faith of Isis (Whom the ancient Egyptians called Auset) is the one virtue that I have always found greatly lacking in many of the world’s current religions, and that is unconditional love; what every mother would recognize as the unfailing trait shared by most mothers. Mothers have a capacity that most fathers, and men in general, find wanting. They are able to love their children, simply love them, for all their imperfections and regardless of shortcomings.

Conditional grace is central to the major monotheistic religions. Belief in one doctrine. Absolute obedience to the core professions of the faith. Salvation is granted only to the worthy, those who accept the one deity and belief as expressed in authoritative scripture. Eternal punishment after death for those who do not.

The religion of Isis is very different in these regards. My personal experience of Mother Auset is that She, like all mothers, loves where others fall quite short. She does not condemn those who do not recognize Her divinity. She does not chastise souls for following their conscience in the place of doctrine or religious dogma. She requires no vows for those who call upon Her in need. She professes no wrath for those who follow other beliefs and yet wish to feel Her mercy.

Even those who challenge Her, those who hate Her, those who attack Her can in the same instant be embraced or saved by Her if they but cry out for Her help. She asks for nothing in return.

Those who serve Mother Isis recall the story of Her trials and sufferings as a single mother hiding in the marshes of Egypt from Her enemies. The Goddess, in Her most dire time of need, was persecuted by a haughty rich woman, who slammed her door in the Goddess’ face when Isis was begging for a place to hide Her infant son. It was a poor woman who invited Isis into her home to partake of what little she had to give.

The guardian scorpions of the Goddess were outraged at the behavior of the wealthy woman, and decided to punish her by stinging her baby son to death. When Isis heard of this retribution, She cried out, “I cannot allow the innocent to die because of me”, and the Goddess used Her magic to cure the afflicted child.

This ancient story reveals the heart of the Isian Mysteries, which are quite less mysterious than they may outwardly appear. The truth of the Divine Mother is that Her grace, Her salvation, Her love is entirely unconditional. What She expresses to those who choose to follow Her is the necessity of altruistic love and the example of a mother’s unblemished mercy for all Her children.

The Goddess does not subtract, She adds. The Goddess does not turn away, She embraces. The Goddess does not govern through fate or doctrine, She and She alone alters fate and cuts through the delusion of power that is the leash of dogma. Isis rises above the conditions set by other deities, receiving all souls into Her care regardless of creed, gender, race or belief.

What Isis inspires is not religious fervor, fanaticism or control, but the freedom that only limitless love, true love…a mother’s love can give. This is the message that Mother Isis gave to me when I was six-years-old and first came to know Her.

It is often a difficult message to live or embody, because I, like all children, am rash, egoistic, imperfect and brimming with conflicting emotions. However, what Isis has in abundance is patience. She sees through our faults and cherishes us for the Soul we all possess.

I am Auset Great of Enchantments,
Within whose body the immortal Gods dwell,
Within whose womb the seed of the universe
Did spring.

There is nothing that exists that I have not
Touched with the grace of my fingertips,
Nor a heart that beats without having felt
My divine breath.

My image is that of Eternity,
My body the thread of the Everlasting.
The gods of all nations know me,
The Threefold Creator invokes me,
I am higher than the governors of the Earth,
And over the starry firmament from which
I have descended.

I am Auset Great of Enchantments,
Whose feet are planted in the Stars,
Whose never ending grace existed before
Time and creation existed.
I endure, and I am before the beginning,
And after the end.

All text copyright © 2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa