The research runs through a small library. My notes are a sizeable volume on their own… yet when it came to writing the Osiriad, I simply sat down and let it flow.
It had been a project on my mind for a long time and I learned a lot from the research over the years. When Steve encouraged me to put the myth down on paper for the School somehow the timing wasn’t quite right. When it was, I wrote.
But the writing of it taught me things I had never considered when reading the stories. The characters, who in this case are the gods of ancient Egypt, came to life on the pages for me.. particularly the narrator, the Great Goddess, Isis.
We have a long history together, she and I. Over the stairs of my grandparent’s home was a huge mural of Isis enthroned amidst the waves of the sea. Looking back from a more informed perspective, she was Binah and the High Priestess of the Tarot, just as she was Sophia… and perhaps the mural from Dion Fortune’s Sea Priestess that Wilfred painted on the walls of the fort for Vivien…
She fascinated the small child who sat on the top step gazing up at her and as I have learned and understood more of her nature… and her place within our own psyche, man and woman alike… she fascinates me still.
There is something of the Goddess in each of us.. in fact all the gods are reflecting in our own being something of a greater Light beyond… of which they too are both an integral part and a mere refraction. As are we.
To read the stories of the gods is to part the veil and glimpse our own humanity in all its beauty, strength and fragility. In the Osiriad I hope I have managed to capture a whisper of the movement of that veil.
Isis & Osiris, the Divine Lovers
“There was a time we did not walk the earth. A time when our nascent essence flowed, undifferentiated, in the Source of Being.”
In forgotten ages, the stories tell, the gods lived and ruled amongst men. Many tales were told, across many times and cultures, following the themes common to all mankind. Stories were woven of love and loss, magic and mystery, life and death. One such story has survived from the most distant times. In the Two Lands of Ancient Egypt a mythical history has been preserved across millennia. It begins with the dawn of Creation itself and spans one of the greatest stories ever to capture the heart and imagination. Myths are, by their very nature, organic. They grow from a seed sown around a hearthfire, perhaps, and the stories travelled the ancient highways, embellished and adapted with each retelling. Who knows what the first story told?
In this retelling of the ancient story it is the Mistress of all Magic herself who tells the tale of the sacred family of Egypt.
“We have borne many names and many faces, my family and I. All races have called us after their own fashion and we live their stories for them, bringing to life the Universal Laws and Man’s own innermost heart. We have laughed and loved, taught and suffered, sharing the emotions that give richness to life. But for now, I will share a chapter of my family’s story. One that has survived intact through the millennia, known and remembered still, across your world. Carved in stone, written on papyrus, I will tell you of a time when my name was Isis.”
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