For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one
discovered in Nag Hammadi, 1947
( one hour after I posted this text here, Methaper wrote me: “Sorry Paulo, but this original koptic text Nag Hammadi Codex NHC VI,2 is 3rd-4th century “AD”, not “BC”. It has the greek-koptic Titel βροντη “bronté” and is NOT explicitely an hymn to goddess Isis, even if some historians regard it as “not impossible”.Kindest regards Metapher”)
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Thankyou so much Paul and all contributors for the inspiration! (sorry its taken a few months)
*Hymn to Isis* is now a track on our new CD *BareBones*.
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She’s the Goddess of Fertility in Egypt, right?
1] Isis and Osiris. The great mystery.
Fourteen parts of Osiris were scattered across the land of Egypt. There is said that the only part of Osiris’s body that Isis could not find remains forever lost in the world…
I found it. — In the room with no furniture, just one beautiful, aristocratic orchid on the windowsill. In front of the window > doors. On the doors > a mirror… Nothing more.
Orchid = the divine (& beautiful) part of a Man
http://www.tattoo-meanings.com/orchid-tattoos.html
2] As I told it before, one of the most magnificent mysteries of the Goddess: “And I found the body with an Acacia tree at the head of the coffin of my beloved…”
Standing in the room with an orchid in my hands and looking in the mirror, I suddenly realised that for twenty seven years already I was living in a house named Acacias… Life is a mystery. GREAT mystery.
I was 19 when I went for my studies abroad. I had nothing. Neither money, nor place where to spend my nights… It was my first ‘quest of the sword’.
I attracted men, that’s true. I attracted very wealthy men, that’s also true. Seems, I could live very good if only… We met and some of them told me how they made love with their wives/girlfriends/lovers, but though of ME while having sex…
Life is strange. I was the prostitute (in very unusual way) and the saint, as I never sold my time. Eleven minutes have always been a treasure for me & probably it was the wave of breath that turned into the Stone after some years.
You may ask – how did I survive being “saint”? Sacrificing death, not sex.
one of my favourite poems.
thank you for having written in on your blog.
Love
Chris
In June 2008 I wrote this poem. Now for the first time I see “Hymn to Isis”. As you say Paulo, Anima Mundi.
I am solitude and the company
I am complicated and the very simple
I am the amalgamator and the divider
I am the hard rock and the soft sand
I am the gentle wave and the breaker
I am the mistress and the humble servant
I am the parent and the child
I am intense happiness and the deep sorrow
I am masculine femininity
I am feminine masculinity
I am the veiled unveiled and the unveiled veiled
I am all roads and yet one path
I kill to preserve life
My mind is here and afar
My voice is silence and the clear tone
My darkness is all light and my light the manifestation of darkness
In the storm I go with the wind and yet trim my sails to stay on course
I want the one and embrace many
I am the beginning I am the end
Once you label me you negate me
Karoline, it’s beautiful n deep.
Thank you
in our ideas the woman is created from the man ‘s chest bone.thought woman are a part of man and she is very close to him.
woman is a goddess because God gives her the ability of creation . the abiltiy of giving birth . so i agree with this verse.
please give us something like “eleven minutes “again
salam
Good one!
The verse reminds of a Hindu Goddess
In Hinduism, there is Dhumavati who is depicted as hungry, unsatisfied and frowny faced widow. Her vehicle is crow and the background shows a graveyard(Not to be mistaken with Kali). The idea is that the Godess can assume any form, no concept of good or evil. Mother is Mother and should always be worshipped.
Jai Jagadambe Ma!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sunG-40mGmE
Casta Diva.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
O Goddess! “Scatter on the earth the peace thou make reign in the sky.”
Sublime !!!
Thank you, Thelma
The appears to me as a commentary of how one woman saw Woman in her time. How Woman are the source of so much that happens or doesn’t happen. How the Woman is so important in Civilization and in our beliefs. If you ever visit the Basilica of Guadalupe in Mexico City you can feel the love the faithful have for Our Lady of Guadalupe. It is difficult to move around the plaza when there are crowds because entire families walk side by side together. The people come from everywhere all year round hiking, on bicycles, buses, cars, planes.
Woman is referring to “mother earth” and ” father” is the universe. And we as human should take care off ourselves and our mother.
Greetings
I have been having some trouble with this verse:
“And it was my man who created me”
Does “create” here means “appointed”?
Or actual creating, which by that it would be that man was first in existence and then he created her?
I’m finding trouble with the second idea because by theory the female Goddess supposed to be the source of life and by that she should be the first to exist and to create, shouldn’t she?
Regards,
Reham
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