Doing Ceremony in an Ancient Temple of Isis

During my recent time in the Greek Islands, I asked people who knew Greece well, for recommendations.

A couple of times I heard 'Delos', in response. I remembered hearing of the island during my previous trip to Greece - it intrigued me, but I had not visited. It intrigued me because it's a very sacred and ancient island to the Greeks, the mythic birthplace of Apollo and Artemis. Even before it was declared the birthplace of these 2 key figures in Greek mythology, it was sacred. A place of ritual and magic for millenia. Now, it stands as an archaeological site. No one lives there, there are no roads - it's just unearthed stone buildings and temples, echoing a powerful and profound culture, of days gone past.

This time, I really felt the call to go. It was not in my planned travels, I had to take a long ferry to Mykonos, from where I was, and then stay for a couple nights, so I could make a day trip over to Delos. I almost didn't go. It seemed like quite a hassle. But I knew I had to, something inside of me pushed me. Interestingly enough, shortly after making the decision to go to Delos, a friend tagged me in someone's post on Facebook. I'd never heard of this woman, yet now I know her to be truly epic! She was talking about a recent pilgrimage she'd made to... Delos! (My friend didn't know of my plans to visit, only that I was in Greece). She was offering the audio recording of an activation she did on the island. I knew I wanted to listen to it while I was actually on Delos. So I saved it.

Getting to Mykonos, the closest habited island to Delos, was...interesting. It was kind of a shock to be in such a busy place with so much traffic, after spending weeks on other more peaceful, less well known islands. The morning of the adventure, I walked through the winding blue and white streets to the dock, where I'd catch the boat over to Delos. After sailing through the crystal blue waters, Delos finally came into site.It was beautiful. My eyes were instantly drawn to a building set on top of a hill, with two white pillars. I felt so much power coming from the area. I'd researched online a bit before about the island, and wondered if it was the Temple of Isis that I'd seen online.

Getting in line to purchase tickets into the site was a bit stressful. I'd only brought a certain amount of cash with me, as I though my boat ticket covered entrance to the island. It didn't. Standing in line, I realized I didn't have enough money with me to get a ticket in! The women taking tickets didn't seem to sympathize, and told me I needed the right amount. So - I turned to the group waiting in line, and asked for the remaining amount I needed. Instantly, an order gentlemen opened his wallet, and didn't hesitate to give me the extra money. I felt so grateful, thanked him profusely, and laughed as I passed the gates. Here I was going to a very sacred site, a site of my spiritual lineages - of Isis and the Priestesses of Ancient Greece - and I had to pass through a hurdle to enter. As is standard in initiations. The one who turned out to help me pass, was an old white man - the face of patriarchy. It felt like a coming together, a moment of forgiveness, a spiritual cleansing.

As I walked the site, I had one destination. Get to that building I'd seen from the boat. Passing very interesting old buildings, I was focused, and didn't stop. As I made my way closer and closer to the building I realized - yes, this is the Temple of Isis I saw online. This is where ancient Priestesses and Priests, did rituals, grounded in the energy of the Mother Goddess Isis, and seeded a lot of high powered frequency. The fun thing about Greece is there are less rules, or - if there are rules, people don't follow them. There was no one watching the Temple. I didn't know if I was supposed to enter it or not in terms of the archaeological rules, but my heart definitely felt the pull. Stand in the temple. Do ceremony in the temple. Activate the temple. And so I did.

I entered into the Temple, and made offerings and prayers, before I sat behind the large statue of Isis, where I couldn't be seen - my own secret ritual spot. I communed with Isis, and those who had tended the Temple. And then - I put on the activation from Delos I'd been saving. It was so powerful! So awesome! I asked that the Temple be activated, I asked to be activated myself, by the rituals that had taken place in the Temple that would serve me.

I offered honey and love, I offered by heart - feeling at home in a Temple of Isis. This is what my soul knows. I am a Priestess of Isis, it took me a while in this life to remember, but sitting in that Temple, it felt so good. I couldn't help but long for the beauty and sacredness of days gone past, lives gone past. When I was complete, I climbed to the highest peak of the island and prayed my heart out, out loud. I asked to be activated, purified, for all of humanity to be activated, purified. It was so windy, so powerful, I could see the whole island laid out before me, and the blue shores beyond.

Getting back to my airbnb that night, I felt like I had been shocked. Blasted with activation. It was all I could do to respond to some e-mails and pass out. That day stays with me, I am so grateful. I am eternally connected to Delos, and of course, my heart home of Greece. If you ever get the chance, I'd highly recommend doing ceremony on Delos, as well as the sacred oracular site of Delphi - in the mountains on the mainland. For now, if you haven't been in this lifetime - may you connect with my words and my heart, and receive an activation from Isis and the ancients, just by feeling yourself there.

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Meeting a Palestinian Lover in the Holy Lands...

When I was in Egypt, I met someone. It was brief. We met at a little store that sold herbal medicines from Arabia, among other magical things. I introduced myself, because I felt something. I think it was his eyes.

We went snorkelling on our first date, and spent the night making music at one of his friend’s homes. That was an incredible evening. Im a singer, and I’ve jammed with a lot of musicians. But never with Arabic musicians. From the instruments to the vocals, I felt like I’d been transported back to ancient Arabia… it was amazing. The woman who was hosting us that night turned out to be a Priestess sister, I felt Isis in her.

It was this man, that drew me to Israel. He was Hebrew, and just visiting Egypt for a short time.

{ This is Part 3 in a series, read part 1 here + part 2 here }

And so, after he'd left, and it was my time to depart Egypt, I decided to make my way to Jerusalem, and then on to Tel-Aviv, where he lived. Previously, I’d had no plans to go to Israel, but of course, this is how things go. Especially when you listen. Though it was a man that took me to the Holy Lands, I feel it was a much more ancient man underneath it all, pulling me there… Jeshua.

The morning I left Egypt, I packed all my things in my backpack, and hailed a cab to the Israeli border. The cab ride was 3 hours and allowed me to see even more of the arid mountainous landscape of Egypt’s Sinai region.

Once I crossed the border on foot, and took a bus to Jerusalem, I felt like I’d, yet again, entered into another world. It was hard to believe Egypt and Israel shared a border. The culture, the dress, the buildings, were all so different from what I'd just left.

On that bus ride, I’d had some funny feelings. And within a day or so, I understood what they were about. My Hebrew lover told me he realized he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend.

The man I’d crossed a border to see, was out of the picture. And there I was in Israel.
Ok. Perfect.
Good thing it’s magical as fuck.

So I started exploring on my own, in typical Beth fashion.

My first day in Jerusalem, I headed straight for the old city, one of the most enchanting and rich places I’d ever been.

The old city is where Jeshua and Mary Magdalene had walked through, many a time, as well as Mother Mary, and much of their family. The frequency of the place is intense. There is a potent sacred energy, as well as the messiness and shadow that comes from major religions and governments fighting for thousands of years, over a piece of land.

As I wound my way through the small streets, I passed many a shop.

It was in front of one of these shops, that sold Persian carpets, handmade scarves and beautiful fabrics, that I was stopped by a man. He was Palestinian, attractive, and fluent in English. The moment he found out I was travelling alone (most people come in groups, especially most young women) - he was insistent I let him take me out, to show me the old city.

He promised me he could show me things other people couldn’t… his family had owned shops in the old city for generations, he explained.

I told him maybe.

I still had the other guy on my mind, and he was clearly asking me out on a date. It’s not my style to get over someone by being with someone else. I like to take a week, a month, and sometimes even years if Im being honest, to clear my old feelings, before I feel ready to open up again.

And I usually say no to anyone I meet on the street, who asks me on a date.

But I wanted to be polite, and he was charismatic, so I said - maybe.

He made sure we got each other on Facebook so we could communicate.

After winding through a few more narrow streets, once I left him at his shop, I felt tired.

I sat down, and started chatting with a friend on my phone. I explained what had just happened, and through talking to her, I realized… “Im alone in Jerusalem. An attractive man whose spent his whole life here, just asked me on a date to show me things no one else could. My other alternative is to spend the night with white people at a hostel, and maybe go to a bar." (Sorry white people, I love you, I am you, but you know where Im coming from… When in Rome!) So… I decided to say yes.

I messaged the charming stranger, and he was so excited I'd agreed. He told me to meet him at a gate of the old city, when he closed the shop.

Later that night, when I went to go meet him, I was a bit nervous. But when I saw him, I felt more comfortable. He was interesting. Kind. And he had a lot of stories.

He guided me through the dark Arabian streets, most of the shops closed for the night, and up to a set of stairs, with a gate at the top. It turns out, he was taking me up to the old wall, the one that encompasses the city. Strictly off limits to tourists. Except me, apparently.

We climbed up the wall, and once at the top, I had the most amazing view of both the old city of Jerusalem, and the new. We walked around, to a beautiful spot, and my new friend to become lover, rolled a joint, and we smoked it, overlooking all of the magic. He told me about his family, about Palestine, about the hardships he’d faced, the triumphs he’d had, and lost, and about the history of Jerusalem. I was spellbound by his intelligence. His interest in things that actually mattered, like human rights, and taking care of his family.

From that night, we spent a lot of time together.

When I wasn’t with this new love, I was exploring more of Jerusalem, and it’s ancient churches. Most notably, the main Christian church, that is said to be built on the land where Jesus was crucified, and holds the apparent slab of stone, that he was laid on to rest, and arose from.

Honestly, my intuition told me none of that was true. I etherically felt another place where Jesus was crucified. When I saw the stone, that everyone was coming up to, touching, weeping at, going crazy over, my first thought was - that’s not it.

Jeshua is so sacred. I feel that. His legacy is incredible. I work with him all the time, I love him.

But I didn’t feel much of him in that cold, grey, imposing old church.

I felt control. I felt a lack of sunlight, nature, and oxygen.

And I felt a lot of people giving their power away, to a figure they were told was way above them. I felt that if Jesus was in the building, physically, he would have told the crowds to start worshipping their own damn hearts.

After that rich few days in Jerusalem, it was time to leave for Tel-Aviv. I didn’t really want to, but my accommodation had already been booked.

Tel-Aviv is a big city, with sky scrapers, and a much more modern culture. Even though Im a millennial, and was now surrounded by a music scene, hip restaurants, and shopping, I longed for the old quarters of Jerusalem.

And so I spent most of my time there in the old town, by the sea. I walked an hour everyday from my apartment to be there, and kept myself in the frequency of the ancients. My lover came to visit me while there, driving several hours just to see me for a short time. He could never spend the night - always having to return home to a strict Muslim house, where he lived, taking care of his mother.

He helped me on my healing journey with men. He drove all the way to see me, while being broke, and wouldn’t let me chip in for gas. It was a far departure from what I’d been used to.

And of course... Jeshua. I felt him. Holding frequency of the Sacred Masculine, burying his way into my life, and into my heart, in a whole new way - a far cry for the Jesus I had known in my traditional Christian upbringing.

But after not so long, it was time to say goodbye. The holy lands had ignited me. I knew I would return. But Mary Magdalene was calling me, from the shores of Southern France, and I knew I had to go…

…To be continued.