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Isis is the Mother Goddess of ancient (pre-Islamic) Egypt, not a bunch of murderous women hating villains running around in Asia Minor, raping and pillaging. Wake up American media, you are insulting the embodiment of the divine feminine. In Europe much of the media refers to this group of sewage dregs as ISIL. President Obama vacillates between ISIL and ISIS.

Isis was known in ancient Egyptian religion as the Mother Goddess. Isis was both the wife and sister of Osiris. Because she resurrected Osiris, who had been killed by his brother Set, Isis was considered “more powerful than a thousand soldiers” and “the clever-tongued one whose speech never fails.” Isis was revered for her role as the mother of Horus, one of Egypt’s most powerful gods. She was also the symbolic mother of every Pharoah of Egypt, and all of Egypt itself.

For further information on the story of Isis, Osiris and Horus: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osiris_myth

On the other hand, the members of the so-called Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant have murdered and raped women and children with no compunction whatsoever. They have no respect for the divine feminine. One of my remote viewing teachers and the founder of the SchwartzReport, social commentator Stephan A. Schwartz sums the situation up neatly as follows:

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The comedienne known to all the World as Joan Rivers was known to me as Mrs. Rosenberg. She was a party client of mine for a number of years. She hired me to entertain as a psychic reader at her sumptuous home and at her business office for events celebrating the holiday season. I also once read palms at an event she created just for her women friends at an upscale hotel on the East Side of Manhattan. It was a Spring Hat Party. There were around forty women present (if memory serves me correctly), all celebrities or socialites who were asked to wear a stylish hat of their choice. I also wore a hat, a Middle Eastern pillbox affair. The favors given at the end of the event were specially decorated chocolate hats in mini hat boxes. Mrs. Rosenberg gave me one to take home with me.

On Tuesday night September 2, 2014, lying in my bed, I was engaged in meditation which is my regular habit. Although I had been informed by the TV newscasts several days prior that there had been a medical emergency involving Joan Rivers (I always wished her well), I was not at the time thinking of her whatsoever. She appeared in front of me suddenly in my blank meditation space declaring definitively that she did not want her body to be maintained on life support. She did not want to be kept alive by machines. She also gave me the message that I should keep moving (remain active as possible – more about that later). I was perplexed by her visit to me. Many will relegate my experience to that of an overactive imagination, but she seemed very real to me and, as I stated, I had not been thinking of her before my meditation. I did not know what to do with the information I was given. I had met her daughter Melissa several times and read for her at the parties more than once, but I did not think it was appropriate to try to reach her and tell her about my experience. I also thought of trying to reach the couple who were her housekeepers and were very friendly to me when I worked there, but I did not. (more…)