A story of ancient Egypt

“There was a time we did not walk the earth. A time when our nascent essence flowed, undifferentiated, in the Source of Being. We were not Gods, but were of God, the strands of our existence not yet teased apart by Becoming, our function not yet defined.

The desire of the Source for movement and growth, It’s longing for knowledge and experience set in motion great currents in the endless sea of Possibility and from the Infinite we Became. Crystallised from pure Potential, our function defined and defining our very nature, we waited to be called into Life by the needs of Man.

When they called us, we came. Were we created by their desire for us? Yes, in a way. They created the Forms we chose to indwell. But our Essence is eternal and holds its own Truth.

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.

We are both limited and Limitless. The forms Man gives us set the bounds upon our function, yet our own nature knows no limitation. As Man has evolved, the forms he chooses for us have grown. No longer are we tied to a single tree or hearth, chained to an obscure altar. Now we play among the stars as the vision of Mankind opens, at last, to the Infinite. One day Man will finally see that we are closer than kin.

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.”

This story features in

The Osiriad

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.

Available on Kindle and in Paperback via Amazon UK, Amazon US or your local Amazon site.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
This entry was posted in Books and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to A story of ancient Egypt

  1. Reblogged this on Not Tomatoes and commented:
    This is such a magical book that stirs the ancient parts of our being. I highly recommend it:

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Widdershins says:

    It’s on my Christmas list. 🙂 … if it doesn’t turn up though, I’ll be buying it myself, but don’t tell Santa that. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.