A Story of Goddess Isis

Here’s a bit of a story about Isis and Ra.  I’d enjoy hearing what you think of it.

Ra, the mighty Sun God, had grown indifferent to those he ruled. Indeed, He had held the throne of the Two Kingdoms of Egypt for so long that even his divine body had grown ancient and feeble. Everyone respected Ra; they had followed him since the time long ago when the Nile had first divided the land into red and black, that is, desert and fertile land. Yet, they no longer found comfort or stability in his rulership. Ultimately the gods agreed that it was time for a change, but none could determine how to alter the situation.

Although the other deities endlessly discussed, argued, and complained, most did nothing. One or two would cast spells (unsuccessfully), another group tried to heal the great Sun (also unsuccessful). A few strutted about pontificating about the past and better days. Nothing they did helped Ra.

In those days, Isis was young enough to be a bit impatient. Finally she grew tired of listening to them. Leaving the chaotic court, she wandered down to the sea; to her, the beach was soothing and restful as well as energizing. The rest were so busy gossiping and worrying that no one noticed her absence. Eventually Isis realized that the other deities could not heal Ra because he was worn out. His duties on earth had taken a toll. His strength came from the heavens, and he needed to return there.

As a dutiful subject, she spoke to the king. Using kind and gentle phrases, in the gracious and flattering language of the court, she suggested that the king take an extended vacation — pointing out it was long overdue — so he could grow strong and return to his loving subjects again. Ra, as many people do, angrily insisted nothing was wrong.

Now Isis was a brilliant tactician. Also she was accomplished in the mysteries, magic, and healing. When she reported her conversation to the other divine beings, their agitation increased. Many shouted,  “Someone must do something.”

And so Isis did. She created a snake creature using river clay and Ra’s saliva. After setting the spell, she placed the simulacrum on the path where Ra and his entourage were scheduled to travel. When Ra’s procession passed, the adder sank its fangs deeply into his leg. Ra fell and landed unconscious on the red soil.

Of course every available divine being came to work on curing the king. All of the knowledgeable magicians attempted the healing. The halls of the palace rang with prayers and ritual words, and yet, none were successful. The Sun God lay unmoving, his awareness fading. For longer periods of the day, he was comatose. Finally, as the gods mourned the king’s slow but inevitable slide into death, Isis arrived. She explained that only by creating a special healing ritual would he be saved. The foundation of the rite was the power in Ra’s secret magical name, and only through that could she heal him. Ra vacillated; he tried to appease her with various honorifics. But, as the poison continued to rage through Ra, he finally surrendered. As Isis leaned close, he whispered his magical secret name into her ear.

Obviously she cured him.

After his desperate recovery, Ra realized he was tired.  The illness brought awareness of just how long he had ruled, and he was so weary. Because of his feelings of  immense gratitude, he wanted to honor Isis. Soon, he elevated Osiris, husband (and brother) of Isis, to the throne of the kingdoms of Egypt. He then retired high in the sky, where he lives happily to this day.

By this means, Isis became not only the power behind the throne, but also literally the throne itself. From that ancient moment until the end of the kingdom, no pharaoh could rule without the confirmation and support of Isis, the King Maker.

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About Lillith ThreeFeathers

Lillith ThreeFeathers is a shamanic healer, author, medium, and priestess.
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2 Responses to A Story of Goddess Isis

  1. Eileen says:

    I’m not up on Egyptian mythology other than a very basic knowledge of the deities involved. This is well told and a lovely tale of change from the old guard to the new guard. I – being me – want more. I want more details of the ritual, of what Isis did at the river and so on… Lovely and well written.. 🙂

    Like

  2. Joy says:

    So NICE! Love this story!

    Like

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