My Journey to the Gates of Immortality

The Lord of the Gate of Death

Intrinsic meaning: Deep Love

By Isis Andersen

For my beloved Dov.. and for Boris G. my friend written April 10, 2008

Qebhesenuef son of Har (Horus the Hawk)

Lord of the spirits of air

guardian of the west

comes to guide me

dressed as a hunter

in blue jeans, orange jacket, dark boots

saying "stand and face the unknown"

swept up by those words

I descend through a portal entering the earth

passing through green spiraling plants

through roots...through ankhs.. through door upon door

deep into the earth we descend to reach the Duat

my first stop along the way the city of the dead

a strange half way place in a world of half light

greeted at the gate by a smiling skeleton

who evokes within my heart deep compassion

moving onward toward the Halls of Osiris the Great Judge

I see a parade of spirits return

heading the way from which I have just come

a man on a unicycle..spirits from

the 1850s, the 1890s, the early1900s, the 1940s

a vaste horde of transparent forms

holding the shapes of who they were before

now to be reborn

Then Visions of Sana'a

the buildings of Yemen

What could this mean?

suddenly three american doctors

rush past me in surgical attire

with no patient on their gurney

racing toward the operating theater

of what hospital?

from that vision I move quickly upward

Anubis now acting as my guide

I enter the great Hall feeling on either side

the presence of the 42 Assessors

though they are veiled by white mist

Looming large at the end of the Hall

stands Osiris holding the Crook and Flail

a giant form of white light His body a doorway

through which I quickly pass flying rapidly

over perfect fields of green, clear skies, snowy peaks

to enter a space of white light and mist

and now I am lost knowing not up from down

I move forward? I move..

finally the mist clears and in the distance

I see a living Sun and wrapped around it a great cobra

the rest of the figure is veiled in light and mist

I hear a voice speak as a five pointed star emerges from that light and mist
rapidly moving toward me entering my body

followed by an ankh the key of life

the voice says "now you are eternal, go back! "

and I am pushed by a great force

falling falling falling from a great height...

upon my return I make good notes

as I was taught by a wise teacher to do

once done I send the notes to myself

and look online to find the news

"Three US doctors shot dead in Yemen"

Monday December 30 2002

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2002/dec/30/yemen.alqaida

Comments: 5

Boris G. Apr 11, 2008, 3:35am EDT

Thank you very much for your kind dedication Isis - this poem looks fantastic! I will have to return later with a proper response once I've had the chance to go thoroughly through it.

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Cynthia Isis A. Apr 11, 2008, 4:16am EDT

Thanks Boris G... this really happened to me on December 30, 2002.. a shamanic journey I undertook out of need to heal something and I wrote the notes that night and later found my vision of these doctors was based on the event of their death earlier that day..so I could never say to myself this was an imaginary inner experience...I still wonder about the fact that they found themselves on their way to an egyptian afterlife location..as if they were old egyptians returning home..perhaps that is why their work took them so close to Old Egypt ..tonight the memory of it returned for again another transformative process is underway in my life... and this all came together... so I wanted to offer it to my dear Dov and to you also my dear friend! Let me know what you think when you have taken it in! Isis A.

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