Fellowship of Isis Liturgy
By
Olivia Robertson
Athena - Arcadian Awakening
Alchemical Rite
6. Yucatan: The Central Matrix
Part I. The Narration: The Goddess Maya
“To reach the Heights we need to plumb the Depths.”
Host in Yucatan is Leon Kinich.
Visitants:
Path Guide: Elaine, Priestess of Alchemy
Helper: Aiden, Priest of Alchemy
Deirdre of the Visions, Oracle
Temple of Arts - Yucatan
Kinich: “I call upon the Fellowship of Isis from despair. Our once mighty civilisation stemming from the continent Atlas, surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean has now fallen under foreign rule. We are poor derided, downtrodden. We have betrayed our country by losing the power to resist. Weakened by dreams, we have forgotten our Goddess Maya in Her own land of the Mayans. I hear one of your visionaries has seen Maya, and that Her Golden Condor has come to you. I seek Her Oracle for guidance to restore our ancient faith.”
Elaine: “We are honoured to fulfil your wish. Our Oracle, Deirdre of the Visions, has already received a vision in the Heavens of Maya. Our Priest of Alchemy, Aiden, will invoke the Goddess.”
Aiden: “I invoke the aid of the Goddess Maya, through Her veiled Priestess. Holy Maya, You appear across the sky as a copper-coloured Sun. Your children are lost to Divinity. Help us to restore your Faith in this Your Land.”
ORACLE OF THE GODDESS MAYA
“Do not despair! In My Thirteen Heavens, humans are courageously facing the passing of the fourth sphere of emotional control to the fifth sphere of the consciousness of passions. There are many races who attain initiation easily, as they have never endured the ordeal of physical incarnations, through the labyrinth of space and time. Those in solar bodies are glorious as Gods and Goddesses. But you, the suffering ones, only regain your true Being, Divinity, through ordeals. Trials seem cruel, but know that the Mothers and Fathers Who have given you birth have put you to school in planetary evolution. And though you endure unspeakable pain, you win a wonder unknown even to Deities. You have found your true Originality peculiar to each one of you! Without a single soul, the peacock-starry sky would be incomplete.
The Plumed Serpent of Divine Energy rises slowly within each of you, and when you win back your Birthright, you have no spectacular Fall! Those spirits who fly too high have to return to Mother Earth in shame. You deal with humiliation, guilt, evil passions daily, not as the leaping jaguar, but rather have a sure slow progress, like a quiet cat who has learnt to rest before a hearth fire!”
Aiden: “We give thanks for the heartening Oracle of the Goddess Maya as she opens Her great dark eyes and smiles!”
Elaine: “We request you to give us your Narration of your soul’s journey. Tell us why you feel desperate to save your land.”
The Narration
Kinich: “My very name betrays my divided soul. I was born of a Spanish sailor and a Mayan woman Shaman. Both taught me their religion, and both had much in common. Our Mayans had, through Toltec and Aztec invasions, destroyed our country through human sacrifice. Our loving Kukulkan declared to His people: “Give me your hearts.” Unfortunately, as is the way of organized religion, this request was misunderstood. I feel the grief of the God Kukulkan at this evil distortion of his loving words.
When I turned to my sailor father’s religion, I believed at first that his church only had symbolic sacrifices, infinitely superior to the faith of my mother. However, I was disillusioned when I discovered that my father’s ancestors had burnt tens of thousands of people to placate a God of Love. They made fools of Heretics by putting pointed caps on their heads and garments painted with flames, to indicate that they would burn for ever in “hell.”
Aiden: “You dwell too much in the past. We are civilized now. There is progress through the rational sciences, and organized social welfare for all. Why not join our modern world of democracy, freedom and progress?”
Kinich (laughs bitterly): “How can I be enthusiastic about the British and Americans who dropped two atomic bombs? So much for science! Their technology will be the end of our planet through pollution. The money grabbers are cutting down our rain forests in stupid greed.”
Elaine: “True. But individual people are far better off. They are healthier and live much longer.”
Kinich: “But at whose expense? Ours! To me the most detestable sight is to see poor Mexicans attending a clinic to sell a kidney for a rich European. All over the Middle East and India the poor show the scars on their bodies where they have donated vital organs to extend the life span of the rich. Destitute families sell their children to paedophiles in order to eat.”
Elaine: “You have succeeded in filling me with horror. All my Liberal Optimism fades faced with evil. We in the “white” countries are as Vampires, feeding off the poor. You have all the skill in manipulating our emotions that will make you become President of your Republic!”
Kinich: “Gladly – if I have a solution. I have none. I have faith in no-one – except my dog. Here he is – he’s called Hunhau.
Elaine: “All that you have described is a nightmare, a distorted holographic dream. Humans, not the Gods, distort divine teachings. We need to attain a Causal Realm of being. Are you willing to enter trance with myself as Shaman?”
Kinich: “I would not trust a man. He would try and get hold of my soul. But I trust a woman. I trust you….”
He lies on a couch with his eyes closed. There is soft music and the scent of incense. Elaine puts flowers by him.
Elaine: “I can’t get you into trance, because you are extremely suspicious! You have one eye open. You need extra Shamanic Help.”
Aiden picks up a drum.
Aiden: “Kinich, magical bird, come with your magical wings! We shall leave you for forty minutes.”
The company leaves kinich by himself, save for his dog, which lies as guardian at his feet. From an adjoining room comes the shamanic heart-beat of the drum * * * * * * * * * *
Please continue to Part 2. The Ocean Island of Mayapa
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