
Not too long ago, I came across a collection of epithets of Isis in which the author translated the core concept as “awful.” What?
But, in the original sense of the word, “full of awe,” awful makes a great deal of sense as a Divine epithet. Nevertheless, in our common understanding of the word today, it’s…oh, let’s say…uncomfortable.
So you can get a full taste of the strangeness of it, here are some of Isis’ awful epithets: She is “The Lady of Awfulness,” “The Lady of Awfulness More than the Divine Powers,” “She Whose Awfulness is Great,” and “She Whose Awfulness is Greater than the Gods.” She is awful on earth, in the heavens, among the Deities, in Egypt. She is “Great of Trembling” and “Hundreds of Thousands Tremble at Her Sight.”
Of course, this is not the most common way people think of, or experience, Isis. Most first encounter Her as a kindly mother, protective, guiding, and gentle.
And She is.

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But sometimes, the Goddess inspires deep awe. Sometimes, in Isis’ presence, an electric shudder runs up your spine and your hair stands on end and you look into the unending depths of Eternity and you are struck speechless with wonder and some strange and peculiar aspect of fear. Holy awe is the only name by which I can name it.
And She is sometimes like that. So today, let’s talk about the awe-full-ness of Isis.
The ancient Egyptian word translated as “awful” in the epithets above is transliterated nrw. To be able to pronounce it, we go with neru. It is associated with the vulture and with Isis and Nephthys as the two Vulture Goddesses, the Nerti. (You may recall that the word for vulture in Egyptian is mut, that is, mother. And so the gentle Mother Goddess meets up with the fierce Mother Goddess and perhaps we are no longer left wondering about this awe-full Isis.)
The ner root of the word neru means to be strong, to be mighty, to terrify, to strike awe, to be victorious. Neru can be The Terrible One…or the concept of strength, might, or victory. It can also be fear or dread. Neri can be to over-awe. There is a Goddess of Strength called Nerit. And ner also can have connotations of protection because of the Awful One’s strength and might and power to protect. So, I guess, “awful” may be a pretty good translation of the idea.
Iset Nerit is Isis Who Strikes Awe.*

If you are just beginning your relationship with Isis, it is likely that you haven’t met Iset Nerit yet. Ah, but She is always there. For instance, She may come to you disguised as Isis the Ass Kicker. Or She may give you a glimpse of Her fierceness or Her fire. As the Goddess of Magic, She is the wielder of the First Power, the Power upon which All Things depend. It is, rightfully, an awesome power.
When Isis is at Her Most Primordial, Most Ancient, Most—ENORMOUS—that is when we are greeting Iset Nerit. In Her presence, my belly thrills, I shudder with ecstatic and holy fear. The numinous, the sacred, the strange, and the powerful is with me, before me, around me. I kneel and kiss the ground before Her beautiful face.
For some, this experience may be unsettling. I am reminded of some folks of my acquaintance who apparently thought we were just playing at magic, role-playing with the Deities. Then magic actually happened. And the Goddess was really there. And they were done.

When we’re in the early days of a relationship with Isis, it is probably best not to seek out Iset Nerit. She will appear to us when She is ready and when we are ready. (Unless, of course, we particularly like that feeling of holy fright before the Divine; some of us do, she admits sheepishly.)
What about you? Have you experienced the Presence of Isis in the full power and puissance of Her Awe-full-ness?
*For Coptic fans, Nerit is Noure (noor-ray), which is rather beautiful in the same soft way that Coptic Ise (Ee-say) is: Ise Noure. Say it soft and it’s almost like praying.
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Wonderful (and timely) post. I can’t do any better than to paraphrase a familiar Bible verse, as I once tried to describe the experience of Her Awe-Full Presence: “The Fear of our Lady is the beginning of Wisdom.”
Dear Isidora,
For several days I am in some state between two worlds. And not here and not there.
The hand does not reach for the tarot cards, I have nothing to say in my readings . As if the flow of information has dried up.
I had a dream.
I live my ordinary life, some ordinary pictures of life, and then suddenly I seem to wake up. Some woman hugs me and happily says – You are here, you have returned, you remembered yourself!
She is so genuinely happy that I exist.
I know that I am in ancient Egypt. I’m goddess. I’m in white dress. I see number 5. I see a white marble tablet in front of me, it contains information about me.
Written – Goddess of the Rising Star. Then the word – Kadam.
It is written who is the husband, who is the son. I do not remember what was written exactly, names, etc.
Everything is so realistic. Woke up abruptly.
I immediately began to check whether there is such a Goddess of the Rising Star.
I saw one article saying it is Isis.
I never really thought about the Egyptian gods.
Is it just fantasy or is there something behind it?
I saw your book but I can’t order it because I’m in Kazakhstan, there is no shipping here.
I’m don’t know what to do. Maybe you can give me some ideas what it was.
Thank you very much.
Maya.
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I love it! I appreciate experiencing aweful in a new way and it feels so right. Correcting a great injustice not just to the word but to those described by the word. I also felt drawn to similarities with Kali Ma of Tibetan Buddhism. Thank you for your continued insight.
I am a diabetic. A very bad, naughty one that doesn’t take medication. A few months ago I had a dream. I walked into a banquet hall something like the Elks Lodge, and before me was a beautiful table of food.
I smiled I was so happy.
Then a large (curvy mother figure) stands behind the table. She was the cook.
She says to me “Stop!”
“You will not do the needles. You will not do the medications. You will not exercise. What will you do?”
She sighs and I hear behind me my “father” saying “Yes!”
Then she speaks again, this fierce mother “I am done talking about this.”
She turns and walks back into the doorway.
I know this was Mother. This was Isis and she was not nice, and not loving but utterly fed up with my bullshit.
I have not forgotten the dream and since then She has not contacted me but her sister has several times.
I have experienced the furious Mother and boy – oh my…do not piss her off.
Hope you’re taking care of yourself now 😉