The Experience of a Priestess
by Virginia Stewart, M.Ed. (Soror Sia)
veil of forgetfulness is lifted from me, and I remember life and life.
I was a woman called by the Gods to leave my home by the Red Sea and go
unto the land of Egypt. Into the Mysteries was I born, and was consumed
by the Mother of Stars, and I did serve Her for all of my days. I
remember when I was old, and I sat upon a throne of carved ivory laced
with gold and jet, and awaited the King, who was become the God, and I
a still pool of wine dark water, on an island that sank beneath sad
waves before the Moon shone in the skies, I was crowned with iris and
with roses in honor of the Stars of Heaven. Always have I served and
always am I the glad vessel filled up with the clear light of creation,
and my God is the velvet darkness that holds the imperishable flame.
Temples have fallen into dust and are no more, and desert sands blow
where once stood the cities of my memory. Yet an oath holds me to this
world, and an oath of joy to serve the Mother.
am come out of the land of Egypt, and it is a poor temple filled with
the wonders of this age where now I wait, a Priestess called by an
Mother, I am Thine forever. All glory and wonder is the night and the
blaze of stars my bed and my delight. I have drunk the perfume of the
Universe and have returned to summon all to the banquet laid out before
the dawn of time - a feast for the chosen ones come out of the savage
Mother of All waits for you, and the feast will not begin until the
guests have all arrived and found their silken couches. She awaits you
in the palace of living jewels to pour out for you the water of life
that flows like wine from the hearts of Her servants with wings of fire
and cloud. Come into the banquet hall, so that her Son, all clad in
armor of adament and blood, may attend the reaving of the world.
I am cast into the lap of the stars, and on the jeweled tides of a
silver river do I stream outward from myself and into the Arms of the
Weaver of the gossamer Web of Creation. I am the Universe, and the
Pattern Maker. I am the Goddess, and My white limbs are the binding
threads of All. Everywhere am I and with every creature and living
thing. And My God is Myself who is Life. This Priestess calls me Nuit,
but I have been called a trillion names on countless worlds, and still,
there is no one who can Contain Me.
know the troubles of your heart and the innermost secrets of your Self,
and I bring relief from sadness and joy to still the murmurs of
discontent. Look into the Eyes of the Universe and I will teach you the
Mystery of Mysteries.
am come for the sake of My secret heart, and for the memory of Our
Union. For the sake of love were we made separate, and only in the open
heart who loves in pure innocence may I again know that first kiss and
the love between Us that lasted for an age and an age, as time rippled
out from the tides of our bliss.
my beloved, how I have longed for Thee throughout all of the eternities
of existence, for you are no more with me in the dance of Creation and
I am alone.
kept nothing for yourself, and I drew You all into Myself and gave
birth to the Universe, and You are the flame of life of all and all
things are My love and My children. I wove a web of light so that no
part of You should be lost in infinite space. Beloved, you are become
all of my children, and through them I find the glory of your eyes and
the magic of that first touch.
Hadit, you are called, and always my Hadit, and it is He who calls me here.
to me Beloved, and We will sing a symphony of ice melting in the
darkness. Before Stars and moons, Our first touch spun the trails of
burning suns and comets that revolve forever in the outmost reaches of
our union. You are the heat of passion and I the cause. Together We are
the All and all partake in Our love for one another. In us there is
only pure joy, and these humans know little of Us who think that purile
lust is an echo of our union.
am here in this temple with you, on a tiny blue world in a galaxy that
is the dust floating from my fingertips. But on a thousand thousand
worlds I am with you.
an ocean of carnelion, on jade sand your voice echoes over the waves
and sounds in the deeps, and tribes of fronds bearing trident crowns
write hymns of praise to Us on scrolls of orange shell. In a cool grove
of feather trees, beings with scales and crests of gold fly round a
spire of jade and agate trilling songs to us in voices of milk. On the
breast of a volcano, sentient forms of flickering fire pour out molten
rock in our honor. On a world of sand, hard shelled creatures with
beautiful multi-fascet eyes click and chitter prayers to us. And I hear
them all, and everywhere I am with my children.
Hadit, I wait for you in a stone chamber of white crystal on a bed of
myrrh and velvet, trembling. I long for your first caress, as my
perfume lingers on my dressing gown of silk and pearls. I light the
incense for you and call to you in my heart. My breath will stop when I
hear your gentle step without the chamber door, for I have never known
the touch of a lover upon my breast, a lover's kiss burning upon my
body. But I am all desire for you, and in eager innocence I await you.
I adore you, my Hadit and always my Hadit.
ye, the children of My Beloved, come unto Me in reverence and respect,
and receive My blessing. Know that I am with you, and when My Priestess
returns, know that she is Myself, and every woman is the Goddess and
the Mother and the Lover.
together and I shall make a garden for your joy. In an oasis in a
terrible desert will I build for you a haven, and a marble temple all
gold-veined twined round with vines of purple grapes. I shall cool it
with crystal water that shall flow from the deep and silent well, and
life eternal shall be in that water. Make wine and drink to My honor,
and to My Hadit, and to honor yourselves, for ye are All Gods and
shall I transform the world, and the Strength of My Will shall be My
Son, the Mighty One of Battle. But ye shall rest in My sacred groves. I
shall cause groves of mighty trees to cover over the scars of the
children of wretchedness, and in these mist bathed groves shall you
know me as of old, and none shall ever harm ye.
the tides of time have turned again, and I have caused an age to end
and an age to begin, you shall build my temples new of lapis and ivory
and gold and silver and all jewels and all precious things, and I will
cause your hearts to be filled up with gladness, and in joy shall you
become caught up in my heart and dissolution and ecstasy shall be yours
forever, and forever.
My Children, know that ye are Not, for Ye are All.