Art (draft): Isis Smiting Her Enemies

Isis smiting art draft

This is based on the dream I wrote about previously. I felt an urge to begin drawing Her this afternoon, and this is what I’ve got so far. The perspective’s a bit … off, in terms of what was meant to be in what hand, but I was more concerned about the pose and how the snake, and the crook and flail, were positioned.

I did trace the basic forms and then embellished them to fitt, but I wanted them to look right, not try to draw them freehand, which would have looked awful. I am not a great artist. But I do my best. I still have the background/setting to do, as well as the inking and colouring, but it’s not a bad result to start with, and you’ve probably got a better idea of what I was talking about in my dream in terms of what I saw. Even if the hands are the wrong way around. Just pretend you’re looking at Her back.

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An Isis dream

I know I don’t normally share my dreams, but this one was interesting in a lot of different ways, so I thought I’d share it. I dreamt I was in some museum-y/new agey shop, half-looking for a statue of Hekate, which I don’t find. Lots of Demeter and Persephone, but no Hekate. It was more of an ‘I wonder if it’s there’ more than an ‘I need to find it!’ sort of search. I was pondering how to do my altar for the Rite of Her Sacred Fires tomorrow, and pondering statuary, but in so many ways, looking for Hekate and finding Isis isn’t even a surprise anymore. It may have just been a useful segue idk.

As I walk around the shop, I see pendulums, and there are other Pagan-y/magical things, and a lot of crystals. I remember walking around for a while until I came to a room with a large rotating display table. There wasn’t much of interest there – bronze-tone statuary and shells – until I saw a statue of Isis, one I’d never seen before. I still have a very clear image of Her in my head, so bear with me while I describe it in detail.

She was made from creamy-white resin, with gold-leaf accents, about 9in tall, and quite long, but I didn’t measure. She was in the classical smiting pose, though She wasn’t grasping anyone. She wore the armour of a warrior, with Her solar-disk-and-cow-horns headdress. In Her left hand, a snake had wound itself around Her arm, and its head was resting on the top of Her fingers; Her hand was almost in a ‘stop!’ position, held in front of Her. In Her right hand, held behind Her with an outstretched arm, She held the crook and the flail, and these were done with both gold leaf, and shinybright blue accents. At Her feet, a much larger cobra was by Her side, and She stood on a pile of sand and rock and rubble. She basically looked terrifying. (And the sticker on the base of the statue said She was only $20. I wish!)

As I held the statue, She wasn’t just a statue anymore. She was on a battlefield, with dark skies all around, and the cobra was breathing fire at anyone who got in Her way. There was a battle cry, and a charge, and I could just feel the anger and grief burning from Her. I feel like it lasted longer than it really did, but it was a flash of a vision and then it was gone, and then I’m walking around the shop with this statue, knowing She’s coming home with me.

I may have to draw Her at some point, just to illustrate what I saw. I’m still parsing through it, but it’s still vivid in my head now. If anyone wants me, I’ll be over here, trying to figure out if there’s some Renenutet going on, or if it’s just Isis, or Isis-Hekate, or something else I haven’t thought of yet.

A song for Isis, Warrior Queen

I’ve associated this song with Isis for a long time now. Perhaps not an obvious choice for some, but listen to it. To me, this is Isis as grieving wife and mother, Isis seeking vengeance and justice. Isis who fights for Heru, for Wesir, because She must, because there is no one else. Isis as warrior Queen. It’s not Sekhmet’s rage; this is Isis’ rage. That’s what it’s always felt like to me. It’s that female vocal in the middle. At some point, it became Isis, and the association has stuck. It’s become Her song.

I’m sharing it now for no other reason than it was the last song that played on my way home, and I saw Her fighting, I saw Her defending and protecting Heru. She was present with me, showing Her power. Perhaps it won’t resonate with you. Perhaps it will. But this is my Isis just as much as this statue is my Isis. She is fierce, and powerful, and you cross Her children at your peril. She will defend the throne with everything She has, and She will win, because She must.

Whatever else this song is, and it is a lot of things, it is for Isis the avenger. Isis who won’t stand back while Wesir is taken from Her. She can’t stop it happening, but She will smack some bitches to get back the throne for Heru. She will, because She is mother and Queen, and She is Isis. You wound Her at your peril. This is what this song embodies for me. It gives me strength and courage. I am Isis who fights back. She is greater than Her long suffering. She is the throne. She is established in Ma’at forever. Dua Isis! Nekhtet!

IDK, you do one full moon ritual to Isis…

So it was the full moon on Monday, and I’m getting back into the swing of marking the moon cycles, with noumenia and the full moon penciled in at the moment. Hekate’s getting noumenia, and Isis the full moon. So that’s a thing now. And so I did the libation rite for Isis, for lack of any other ritual ideas, and settled in for meditation with Her, because She’s been wanting to reconnect with me since I got the new statue, which is nice. And somehow, not surprising.

Isis has always been in and out of my life, over the past sixteen years or so. And it’s been a while since we’ve had a proper devotional relationship. Actually, I think the last time I had anything like the daily devotional practices I have now with Her was back when I first started out, when I’d light incense for Her before school, and read out that prayer of awakening from The Mysteries of Isis. In some ways, I’m not surprised She’s asked to be back in my daily devotions again. But I can’t say I expected Her to request it last night. But I’m willing to go with it, if that’s what She wants.

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This is my Isis

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So I want to talk about Isis, and this particular image of Isis, and why it means so much to me to own this statue at last. Because I finally had the money for it, and I finally found somewhere in Australia to buy it online from, and She arrived today, and I can’t tell you how happy I am to have Her at last. I have waited years for Her. And now She is finally here.

So you will forgive me if I get a bit tl;dr, and veer off into UPG territory, as well as whatever tangents are needed to explain all this fully, but I think it’s time I finally talked about this image, and why it is my Isis. Nothing has ever come close to being my Isis than this image of Her. It’s not traditional, it’s video game art, but this is what She means to me. When I think about Isis, this is who I see. Perhaps this isn’t the same for everyone else, but this is my Isis. Let me introduce you to Her.

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