November: A Transmission from Isis

Ah, beloved - come close.

You who longs to heal, to weave, to make whole what has been shattered.

I am Isis, Great Mother of Magic, Restorer of Life, Keeper of Sacred Union.

You ask how to change the world?

You already are.

Each time you speak love where there has been silence.

Each time you gather the scattered pieces of yourself and say: I am still whole.

Each time you hold another with compassion, even while you are still healing, you invoke my power.

I did not change the world by force.

I changed it through love deeper than death,devotion unshaken by grief,

magic born not from illusion but from remembrance.

Change the world by becoming the weaver.

Weave your family. Your community. Your work.

Weave beauty into the mundane.

Weave magic into the structure.

Weave presence into the pain.

Change the world by healing yourself, and refusing to believe it’s selfish.

When you rise, you lift others.

When you remember who you are, the world remembers what is possible.

Change the world by protecting the sacred.

Not only the ancient texts or rituals, but your joy.

Your body.

Your lineage.

Your softness.

The world is not broken. It is scattered.

You are here to gather it.

To hold both the divine and the devastated.

To embody love as power, and power as grace.

You are the temple.

You are the spell.

You are the resurrection.

Let your voice bless.

Let your hands heal.

Let your life be the incantation that brings the world back into wholeness.

You were never meant to be small.

You are a priestess of the possible.

And I am always with you.

Isis