Rosary Service to Lady Isis

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Philae: Grand Portico of the Temple by Davis Roberts
    • I approach the Temple of the Great Goddess Isis. Open the gates for me, O Guardians of the Gates, for I have in my possession a Golden Key to the temple, given unto me by the Goddess Herself.

 

    • The Priestess in white greets me with her bright smile. She bathes me with pure water of the Nile, and sprinkles upon me flower petals, and censes me with sweet perfume.

 

    • Being thoroughly purified and consecrated, I pass through the Great Pylons with joy in my heart, for I have trod the Path to the Hidden Realm of the Shining Ones.

 

    • I continue my journey to the Court of the Lotus Pool. Hundreds of colorful lotuses float upon the still water. The Stars is shining brightly in the Heaven above. The pool is lit up with diamond starlight. What a beautiful scene to behold.

 

    • I pass through the Hall of the Twin Sphinxes. They stand strong, guarding the Inner Sanctum of the Goddess from the profane. I offer them sweet-smelling spices. ‘Be pleased and pacified’ I said; and They let me enter in peace.

 

    • The door to the innermost Holy of Holies stands before me. I open it slowly. The Golden Light shines through the door gap, blinding me for a moment. My heart beats fast, for I am about to behold a great wonder: The Body and Spirit of the Goddess.

 

    • Lo! Lady Isis appears! Her body is made of pure light. She clothes with the Stars. Her head is adorned with a round silver disk of the Moon. Her heavenly form breathes out sweet scents of Arabia. I prostrate before Her and kiss Her divine feet. My eyes tear up with joy. I now begin uttering words of adoration to Her, the Only One.

 

    • Adoration to you in the barge of the Day, jubilation to you in the barge of the Night, Lady Isis, Beautiful in all your names, Holiest of the Holies, Queen of Earth and Sky, Mighty Mother of us all, Hear us; Hear and save. (x10)

 

    • ISET NEF, Isis of Air!

 

    • Adoration to you in the barge of the Day, jubilation to you in the barge of the Night, Lady Isis, Beautiful in all your names, Holiest of the Holies, Queen of Earth and Sky, Mighty Mother of us all, Hear us; Hear and save. (x10)

 

    • ISET ASH, Isis of Fire!

 

    • Adoration to you in the barge of the Day, jubilation to you in the barge of the Night, Lady Isis, Beautiful in all your names, Holiest of the Holies, Queen of Earth and Sky, Mighty Mother of us all, Hear us; Hear and save. (x10)

 

    • ISET MU, Isis of Water!

 

    • Adoration to you in the barge of the Day, jubilation to you in the barge of the Night, Lady Isis, Beautiful in all your names, Holiest of the Holies, Queen of Earth and Sky, Mighty Mother of us all, Hear us; Hear and save. (x10)

 

    • ISET TA, Isis of Earth!

 

    • Adoration to you in the barge of the Day, jubilation to you in the barge of the Night, Lady Isis, Beautiful in all your names, Holiest of the Holies, Queen of Earth and Sky, Mighty Mother of us all, Hear us; Hear and save. (x10)

 

    • Isis is all things and all things are Isis. Her breath is the Air, Her will is the Fire, Her Blood is the Water, Her Body, the Earth. Her Spirit pervades all these from the deepest depths to the highest heights. Blessed be Lady Isis, Hail to you Lady of All.

 

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Dion Fortune’s Worship of Isis

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Isis of Corinth by Stuart Littlejohn

All the gods are one god; and all the goddesses are one goddess, and there is one initiator.

She is called by many names by many men; but to all she is the Great Goddess, space and earth and water. As space she is called Rhea, mother of the gods that made the gods; she is more old than time: she is the matrix of matter; the root-substance of all existence, undifferentiated, pure. She is also Binah, the Supernal Mother, that receiveth Chokmah, the Supernal Father. She is the giver of form to the formless force whereby it can build. She is also the bringer-in of death, for that which has form must die, outworn, in order that it may be born again to fuller life. All that is born must die; but that which dies shall be reborn. Therefore she is called Marah, bitter, Our Lady of Sorrows, for she is the bringer-in of death. Likewise she is called Ge, for she is the most ancient earth, the first formed from the formless. All there is she, and they are seen in her, and whatsoever is of their nature answers unto her, and she hath dominion over it. Her tides are its tides; her ways are its ways; and whoso knoweth the one, knoweth the other.

Whatsoever ariseth out of nothingness, she giveth it; whatsoever sinketh down into nothingness, she receiveth it. She is the Great Sea, whence life arose, to which all shall return at the end of an aeon.

Herein do we bathe in sleep, sinking back into the primordial sleep, returning to forgotten things before time was: and the soul is renewed, touching the Great Mother. Whoso cannot return to the primordial, hath no roots in life, but withereth as the grass. These are the living dead, they who are orphaned of the Great Mother.

From Dion Fortune’s Aspects of Occultism, Chapter V