Osiris and Isis Freed from Seth
‘The Book of Names’ — Part 3
One church opened the cravens of its top ceiling, so the heavens above could look down at the gathering below. There was nothing in particular about this church. The church stood simple in its size and old wooden pillars stretched to keep the roof from craving in.
One man stood holding ‘The Book of Names’, as he stood in the circle of a gathering of other men. All the men were draped from top to bottom in red material. They stood in a calculated well processioned circled worshiping gathering. Only the man spoke, and the gathering chanted hymns.
“Isis!” He commanded repeatedly “Isis! Isis! We need you.”
Complied by some spiritual force from the heavens above, the being finds herself hitting the floor of some dusty old stone cave. Bent over as if she landing, she wipes with tears streaming down cheeks. The body around her feels like an enclosure from her pervious form.
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The walls were grey as stone. The cravings of pictures on the wall were of various animals and drawings. One picture stood out to her a symbol much like that of a horse, and dares to believe that it might be that of her familiar a white horse with the ability of flight.
Still hinged in crutching position, the female fist punches the stone flooring. Tears with waterfall down her cheeks. “Why am I here? I can feel this whole body around me dying! What purpose have you brought me here? I can feel this whole body around me dying!”
Once able to manage to stand, she departs from the enclose stone. The female walks forward. Eyes manage to adjust from dark to bright.
The sun warms her face. The smell of sweet green grass welcomes her feet. A pathway of stone shows her the way forward.
Mere steps from the enclosure, the men from the church catch up with her. They stop her, encircling around her with warm affectionate smiles. The man, who stood in the circle, pervious, is the first to state
“Welcome Isis. Please be my Queen.”
“Yes, I accept.” She states.
