It has taken me a week to be able to even write this little bit about the festival. Tired, crazy, processing. But here’s the quick summary: wonderful. The weather—at the Oregon Coast, I might add; never known for its sunshine, even at the Solstice—was beautiful. Clouds Thursday, more sun Friday, mostly sun Saturday, full sun Sunday. The people, hundreds of them, were also beautiful. So much warmth, so much sincerity, so much kindness and love. The magic was powerful, deep—but not overwhelming. Because She’s like that.
As you see in the photo above, the temple aligned with the Sun Gate, aligned with the obelisk…and what you can’t see here are the four quarter obelisks. You’re actually seeing the back of the temple here. Between the wings was a golden throne…not sure why it isn’t showing up in the photo. Magic, perhaps?
Here’s a shot of the front of the temple in the daytime, with the Goddess’ copper shrine doors open:
And an equivalent nighttime photo:
And a shot through the Sun Gate:
I have a number of favorite memories of the festival, but I think my absolute favorite is this one: a mother reported that her little girl of about four years old had giggled all through the night, which was unusual for her. Mom asked her what she was giggling about and the girl told her mother that she had dreamed of Isis, that She had wrapped her in Her wings and told her how much she was loved. And I had other tales of other friends who had awakened with laughter on their lips.
What more could we ask than this joy?
There were healings and tears and gratitude. And more laughter. We were indeed blessed by the Goddess, and I personally have been blessed by all of you who participated—from the ritualists to the temple builders to our hosts and hostesses of OWOW to all who make the journey to join us for this most beautiful celebration of Isis the Radiant Goddess.
(For more of Sander’s beautiful images, go here.)