Aset/Auset

Parents: Geb and Nut

Siblings: Asar (Osiris), Nebet Het, Set, Heru Wer

Consort: Asar

Children: Heru-sa-Aset

Horns represent a cow (motherly symbol)

3 Forms

1. wearing the solar crown

2. wearing the crown shaped like a throne

3. winged form

Equal to the status of Asar

Mother, worker of great magicks, creatrix, queen, sister

OFFERINGS

• Food/Drink
• Almonds
• Almond cookies
• Almond croissants
• Chicken
• Chocolate, dark
• With almonds
• With coconut
• With orange
• Plain
• Goldschlager
• Lamb
• Lemons
• Peanuts
• Peanut butter
• NEVER OFFER
  • FISH
  • PORK
• Items
  • Activities that require focus, attention and determination
  • Crafts
  • Knots
  • Writing
• Stones
  • Diamond
  • Gold
  • Jasper
  • Labradorite
  • Lapis lazuli
  • Moldavite
  • Moonstone
  • Obsidian
  • Rainbow obsidian
  • Onyx
  • Pearl
  • Rose quartz
  • Ruby
  • Sapphire
• Scents
  • Jasmine
  • Lotus
  • Rose
• Colors
  • White
  • Blue
  • Gold
• Flowers
  • Roses
  • Carnations

Whom the Greeks called Isis - Oldest of the Old, from Whom all things arose, Eternal Savior of the race of men. She was the Egyptian throne, the pharaohs sat on her lap, protected by Her arms or wings. She was worshipped throughout the Greco-Roman world as well as in Egypt where She was known as Au Set. Lady of the Moon, Mother of the Crops. Offerings of baskets of grain, guarded by sacred serpent. Swallow was sacred to Her. Sycamore Her sacred tree. Bloodstone and turquoise Her sacred stones. Exceeding Queen. Tamarisk tree, Water lily sacred to Her. The One Who is All held dominion over life and death, marriage, healing, handicrafts and writing, fertility and immortality. Daughter of Nut, the Sky and Geb, the Earth, She was born in the swamp land of the Nile. The ankh is the symbol of the union of AuSet (Isis) and Osiris. Her wings and solar disc nestled between lunar bovine horns denotes Her protection of the Pharaohs (the male spirit) and Her promise of rebirth.

A Random Post

So today has been really up and down for me. I'm going to do my best to explain why.

So first thing, I woke up and couldn't find my glasses.  And while to most people this wouldn't be a bad thing, I am practically blind without my glasses. I was literally standing in the middle of my room staring at the carpet, when my dad got home.  He asked what was wrong and I answered in the frustrated voice, "I can't find my glasses." My dad just laughed because this happens to me a lot.

Nike: Just Do It (And stop lollygagging)

Show of hands, how many people say they are going to do something and never get around to it? My hand is up! Today after I did my first energy working session (guided by the Inner Temple) I got back into my bed for my daily nap.  Yes at the age of 20 I have a daily nap. I have issues falling asleep at night.  I have two major theories of why I have this issue.

1. I’m sleeping on my own.  And by on my own I mean without someone I love and trust beside me.  I have slept with my boyfriend during the day and at night and I’ve never had a problem with sleeping.  He has the weird way to spoon us together so that his arm doesn’t go to sleep but I still have the benefit of having both arms around me.  I don’t know what it is about having him by my side but sleep is just so much more everything.  I’m happier to go to sleep, I stay asleep longer (unless my alarm goes off), and I’m happy when I wake up.
2. When I take my nap during the day I often have my altar set up and “working”. Pretty much I have candles lit, maybe a stick of incense, and just the various bits on my altar table (which is really a bin). When I go to bed at night, my altar is still and quiet.  I don’t want to take the risk of my mother bursting into my room for whatever reason and seeing candles and incense and “A KNIFE” (aka my athame) laying on my altar.  She is already iffy about my having the little corner set up in the first place.  It makes her uncomfortable.  So I feel a sense of peace coming from my little altar when it is in use. 

But I’ve been putting off any major spiritual work.  And I’m not sure why.  I was postponing before I got sick from my flu shot.  And then as I took my baby steps today, I had a mini AHA moment.  I was afraid to do any work without anyone to hold my hand.  I’m a solitary eclectic wiccan that’s afraid to do spiritual work by myself.  How ludicrous is that?! Then it occurred to me that I’m probably not the only solitary witch that has performance anxiety. With no one to guide you, how do you know what’s right?

Then you have to stop to think about the Wiccan Rede, “An it Harm None, Do What Thou Will”. So if I’m not hurting me, or anyone else, I’m good to go.  And so that’s how I’m going to have to start looking at everything I do.  Am I hurting myself or anyone else? If not, become Nike and just do it. I won’t learn if I keep postponing because I’m worried of not having the training to achieve my goals.  The Gods will guide me on my path, and I will shape my future.  You can’t move forward without taking the first step.

A Change

So today I decided to switch things up and show off yet another side of myself.  I like being able to show different sides of who I am.  There is more to me than just rocker side to me. Everyone has multiple sides to their personality.  Different facets of the same jewel. This is how I see the God and Goddess.  There is really one deity, but they have multiple facets which is where the different names and different reasons the Gods are worshipped.

Supporting Your Partner

 

So I started writing a different post about my parents forcing me to slap together a Christmas list, but the more I typed the more I could see that my post was talking about supportive people in my life versus those that are not supportive. So without further waiting, lets get into it.

I’ve come to find that in any relationship, one of the keys to success is supporting your partner. Everyone wants to have someone support them and make them feel loved and special. Isn’t that the whole reason we want love? To find someone who makes you feel alive! passionate, tender, loved, cherished, safe. Someone who picks you up when your down, stands by your side when your back is against the wall, protect you when you feel you can’t fight anymore.  I am obviously a hopeless romantic.  And all the garbage I have been through hasn’t changed that.

I was so afraid to come out of the broom closet to Edward, because of my experience with one of my exes.  He bashed my Wiccan practice and pretty much scared me back into the broom closet.  I know that religion and politics and occasionally video games can ruin a relationship.  And I was letting the fear from my previous relationship control me.  Finally I slipped up and ousted myself.  Initially he reacted the way I expected him to. He outright said that he didn’t like it.  And I automatically started putting up walls and trying to distance myself from him.  I didn’t want to stay in love with someone that couldn’t accept such a huge part of my life.  We were talking about living together and I’m worrying myself sick because I felt I wouldn’t be able to live with him and practice and learn about my spirituality.  I didn’t know what to do.

But one day somehow we came onto the subject again.  I’m not sure if it was before we had our temporary split or after but the subject of us moving in together came up again.  Now I know people might be reading this and thinking what the hell does them moving in together have to do with her spirituality?! Patience.

During the conversation I came out and told him that I was uncomfortable with the idea of us living together if the result was going to be me living the way I am currently living.  I didn’t want to move from one closet to another closet. And he did something that completely caught me off guard and just further solidified the love I felt for him.  He told me he didn’t know much about Wicca other than what he had seen on tv and the stuff he had seen seemed bad.  But he continued and told me that he loved me and that he wouldn’t want to imprison me the way my family had.  As long as I gave him heads up so he didn’t walk in on me doing a ritual, I would be free to do what I want. He was willing to learn the basic knowledge of Wicca just so he would have an understanding of who I am.

No one has ever done that for me.  Not my parents, not my exes, no one. Everyone has always had their opinion and was trying to tell me what to do.  Here he comes, someone that could easily turn on me, and he is willing to let me be who I am and learn a little to make me happy.  That’s support! That’s love! And me being Wiccan has resulted in me finding a way to deal with my issue with him.  My bf likes the plant. I don’t like the smell of it and so I was afraid to live with him because he would want to smoke it in the apartment and our place would smell nasty.  But within the past week I have discovered two things.

1. Nag Champa incense covers the smell up. I gave him all of my incense cones because my mother told me she didn’t want me burning incense in the house because it smelled like pot.  So I gave it to him before leaving his house to run some errands. I came back and apparently he had just finished “enjoying nature” (as I call it) and I couldn’t smell it at all.  So he’s happy, I’m happy and its one less thing off my mind.
2. Burning sage also covers up the smell. Now I don’t know this one from first hand experience.  One of my intagram followers and his wife (haunthallow and tnicole13)  just moved into a new location and burned sage to cleanse the place.  And apparently the smell is similar to pot. I don’t know how similar it is because I haven’t fully smudged and cleansed a space yet.  But I am looking forward to the opportunity. 

So this is going to be my first blog post in a while and I would love to know what people think!

Altar Images!

So this isn't going to be a lot of typing, more of a lot of photos.  Or maybe an equal amount of both.  So I'm going to share photos of my dresser top altar, and  the drawer of where I keep all of my other items.

A Few Poems

So one of my ways of channeling my emotions is to write.  So I decided that I'm going to share some of the things I have written.

Writer's Block #1
Some days I think my gift is gone,
Vanished like an old lover
traded for a few pumps in a dark room

Some days I can pen my soul away
The words I write coming from my blood
Sweet love

Some days I think my pen is taunting me
I can see her connecting with the paper
but the words won't come out
like trying to touch a hand on the other side of a glass wall

Lover's Caress
Ignite me,
Spark to my fire
Bare before one another,
Accept me into you.
Our heat warms me,
envelops me
infuses my limbs,
from the depths of my soul to the palms of my hands
to the soles of my feet and back.
Electric current.
Claim me,
clinging to your strength
Be my anchor
sweet lover,
warlord prince to my queen

Deeply Personal Scars
The pain inside my chest
squeezing my heart
contricting my lungs
emotionally suffocating.
"Make it stop" I cry to no avail.
I'm shattering,
alone, stranded on an island
in the midst of a swirling sea of self loathing.
Emotional malestrom
Inescapable.
Nowhere left to go
as this chasm expands within me.
More self hate from being called obscenities
absoption at a cellular rate.
Slut, whore, devil worshiper, freak, bitch,
idiot, skank, dirty, unclean.
NO ONE WANTS YOU.
Recorded by my heart, burned into my mind.
The pain keeps building.
I need to let it out,
before I explode.
A slash here,
a jab there,
ruby rivulets running down.
My arm, my hip, my breast
each kiss of steel
transmuting emotional pain
into physical pain
bringing my emotional wounds to the surface
My flesh may sting but my mind and soul are intact