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The Testament of Isis
Prologue
If Gods are superstars, then Isis is the most beautiful
Supreme Diva of them all—and considering that her “show” is still playing
through 3 Aeons (at least 30,000 human years), that’s not too shabby. In the
Testament she reveals her human incarnation during the primordial Aeon of Set;
how, alone & destitute, she walked the barren earth & swamps. It
relates how she entered the next aeon & came upon a city mired in darkness
by the Archons, how she too fell prey,
a victim to their corruption; even how she became a prostitute, falling so far
from the light that she actually went blind. Then there was another change,
another shifting of terrestrial orbit or aeon. The Goddess could see again, but
she saw that all of humanity had rejected The Holy Redeemers & paid homage
only to Set or Yahweh, their own lower seld. Yahweh created the Archons to rule
over the infant souls of earth, and instilled greed and cruelty and the love
for domination in them. When they saw The Holy Mother dressed as a beggar, an
outcast, a homeless one—the Archons spit on her & threw stones at her &
called her a whore. Isis’ tears flowed dark red, drops of blood covered her
nude & torn feet. The air was so hot it felt like fire when she tried to
breathe. In this final misery she raised her arms to the blackened sun and
cried out, Why am I, The Mother of All, thus forsaken?
The Goddess would have died by her own hand, and
she still possessed that which was hers by right—the power of life & death,
and the gnosis (knowledge) of good & evil. But suddenly a single sound was
heard reverberating the most heart-breaking hymn ever heard throughout the
universe. It was the sound of all the infant souls crying out to their mother
in one voice, an elemental wail. Isis heard the cries of her children, and she
enveloped them into her true form that was infinite. Then the sound changed,
the sorrow was transformed into the hymn of heaven and that magnificent sound
was pronounced OMMMmmmmmmm. Isis was delighted with her children’s song &
she opened her wings that became a rainbow, shinning crystals & minerals
& dew drops. Inside the crystals the children gazed in and out in wonder.
When she knew the children were content & in deep peace, she taught them a
new mantra: AHHHOOOUUUMMMnnn…
Then the black primordial mound of the earth was
itself transformed. The flowers grew back from the barren ground, they
flourished & bloomed; even the sacred lotus emerged once more from the clay
beds, soothed by the cooling blue-green waters of Osiris. The lotus bloomed all
white with the faintest shading of the palest blue. Isis took delight in the
ethereal scent of the sacred flower, and then smiled as she was rejoined with
her most loyal of companions: the Ibis bird Thoth who was also a god, and the
mystic Jackal, Anubis who was also a god. Thoth was Isis’ scribe, he made records
of her magic (gnosis) for the benefit of all humanity. He hid them in unadorned
clay pots. The dog-headed Anubis was Isis’ mortuary priest and her trusted
familiar & her bravest companion. Her beloved sister too returned from
exile where the Archons had imprisoned her in chains. Isis was a true Goddess
& formed the apex of the pyramid & below her one god on the right, and
the other on the left. With these friends standing to the left and to the
right, Isis was no longer afraid & she remained in her highest form. She
was protected by a ring of fire. It was the Sun. And it was here Isis
experienced the Epiphany of Horus and was now prepared for her second test: the
death of her brother & lover Osiris by the hand of Set aided by the cruel
Archons. She knew eventually the power of the corruption would be overcome, and
in complete victory, she would crush the head of Set like a serpent beneath her
heel.
Archons
= Rulers of the Lowest Plane = The Oligarchs
THE
FIRST AEON is the Aeon of Set.
It is
the Aeon of Chaos & Baptism by Fire.
THE
SECOND AEON is the Aeon of Isis.
It
is the Aeon of Human Creation & Baptism by Earth.
THE
THIRD AEON is the Aeon of Osiris.
It
is the Aeon of Conflict & Baptism by Water.
THE
FOURTH AEON is the Aeon of Horus.
It
is the Aeon of Self & Baptism by Air.
THE
FIFTH AEON is the Aeon of Maat.
It
is the Aeon of Completion & Baptism
by
Spirit.
During the Aeon of Set not even the Gods could
walk on the Earth. They found no land, and there were no human doorways through
which they could enter. There was no land, and the Universe was filled with
fire. The god Set smiled upon this chaos & found pleasure in the fact that
nothing living outside the chaos could take form.
The entire Universe consisted only of the Great
Light created by the explosions, each outburst giving rise to lesser aeons,
universes unto themselves.
Set viewed all the wonders through a red crystal
he held up to one eye. This red crystal was the Eye of Ra.
Gradually the fire cooled, most the explosions of
fiery matter cooled, the great light created by the explosions began to retreat
into light releasing countless planes & aeons of darkness & light.
The Generations of
Barbarians
And it came to pass during the Aeon that bore her
name, before the construction of The Great Pyramids, the Great Goddess
journeyed into the land of The Sun Lord, Shamash. It was a troubled country
because it was ruled by barbarian demons who worshiped Carnage, a lower god who
took the form of an ass & a goat—in other words it was a Son of Seth, that
is, the Lord of Death. This abomination was a bastard of the very Dark One who
was the cause of all Isis’ sorrow.
The people of the land had been seduced by Set in
order to dethrone their rightful Lord Samash. He formed Carnage from Chaos
& Disorder, and set him to rule over them. Shamash was chained within the
bowels of the earth & the land was condemned to shadows & shadows
within shadows.
The people were bribed with gold & jewels for
their betrayal of The Sun God. They grew covetous for even more treasure, and
instead of thanking the gods for their bounty, they waged war against the
other, compounding their treachery & greed with theft & torture &
murder. Seizing the advantage, the Archon Carnage summoned all the people to
assemble before his palace (that looked more like a prison from hell.)
The Archon had transformed his offensive
appearance & now stood before the people in a false form. Gone was the
appearance of an ass and goat, replaced by a more pleasing look. He now had the
head of a beautiful sun (almost as beautiful as that of Lord Shamash himself),
and the form of a comely youth, wearing the bright vestments of a prince. He
outstretched his arms & rubies & gold & pearls flowed like stars
from his palms, forming a river that dazzled the people with its glowing
brilliance. The people knelt before the river of wealth, running their hands
into it & when they brought their hands out from the miraculous streams,
they were holding the precious gold & jewels in them. They raised their
arms to the Archon crying, Thou art great, Thou art the only true god!
In the past, before the corruption by the Demiurge & the wicked Archons,
the people could see the splendour of Shmash for themselves every day, for the
light in their eyes was pure spirit & thus could see what was the perfected
Spirititual essence of vision.
But now they graveled before Carnage, begging for
more richness from the earth than was any right to claim. And when the cruel
Archon both heard & saw people’s degeneration, he knew the time was right
to bring even more suffering & disorder into the world of the lowest plane.
Then he said unto them, First you must prove yourselves worthy to receive more
favors from me and through me from my Father in Heaven. Only the strongest of
you will be deemed worthy of more benefactions. You must put to death one
quarter of your population.
When the people heard this & trembled. When
some attempted to protest this harsh ruling, all the treasures in their hands
began to vanish. Seeing this, others became restive & became plaintive
saying, Give us time to reason this out—and so saying, the treasure disappeared
from their hands as well. The people grew silent, holding their gold &
jewels tightly to their breasts. None dared say a word, for fear of losing
their wealth.
The Archon said, You have ignored me with your
complaining & disobediance. I now alter my own ruling. In order to keep
what I and my Father have already generously given you, I demand you to fall
upon those who spoke protested my gracious ruling.
The people trembled and looked around at each
other, and looked especially hard, squinting at those who had lost their
wealth—and they looked even harder at their own treasure that they continued to
hold tightly to their breast.
There was a great silence in the air, only the
rustling of a faint breeze against fonds near the lake could be heard.
The silence was broken by the violent roaring of
the Archon,
NOW!
Now there was no hesitation. The assembly turned
against their brothers & sisters and they slew them all. Then looking up to
the Archon and asked, Have we pleased you, my Lord. The Archon smiled &
replied, Yes, these deaths have pleased me well, but I am still outraged at the
initial hesitation—and for this, you all must suffer. And at that one half of
all their teasure disappeared, and the people were left with a single handful
of treasure each. But they did not protest or complain, fearing to lose even
more wealth.
Very well, the Archon smiled—now carry out my
initial demand to slaughter at least a quarter of your population.
The people looked around in terror, not knowing
what to do next. Instinctively they group first with family members, then into
tribes, thinking they could defend themselves more easily in numbers. Of course
as a pack they could more easily bring down their prey as well.
Pleased with all that he accomplished, the Archon
raised his left hand—as though in parting—but it was more a summoning gesture,
because from all around the field, swords & daggers began to spring up from
the ground, growing almost as the corn might. The frantic people looked up to
the Archon who said, Yes, their all for you. Go ahead, take them. The people
began to do as bidded, as the Archon slowly faded, then disappeared back into
the shadows and was gone.
Alone on the field—or so they thought—the people
looked tenatively at one another, then at the crop of swords; for just a moment
they seemed to be frozen, but then as if on cue, they made a mad dash to grab
the nearest weapon.
Turn away from the riches they offer, they are
poor things & stink of death. Turn your back on their promises, they’re
counterfeit. Reclaim the power that was once your birthright, that in your
weakness you gave up to the corrupt Archons (Oligarchs). Don’t drink from the
Liar’s Cup—it’s flowing over brim with blood & poison. They project an
Armageddon of their own devise and twisted desires. They would even pervert the
living waters & the hours of time. For the children’s sake, reject the
false Rulers of the World. My dear ones, you are all my chidren, lay down your
weapons …
NEWSLETTER
Updated 04/09