Many of you who read this blog may have a special relationship with Isis; you may be Her priestess or priest. And perhaps you, like me, have also been searching for a gender-neutral term for that special relationship. Some in our community have adopted “priestex” based on other contemporary gender-neutral endings.
I can offer you an option from ancient Egypt as well.
Now, ancient Egyptian was a highly gendered language: Goddess—Nudjeret; God—Nudjer. As in English, where we might add -ess to feminize a word, they added “t” to the end of the word to indicate the feminine. Most Goddess’ names, in Egyptian, end in “t.” (We usually add an “e” before the “t” to make it pronounceable as in Amun/Amunet.) The Egyptian titles that we translate as priest or priestess are hem (masc.) or hemet (fem.) Nudjer/Nudjeret. More literally, these are translated in English as “servant of the God/dess.” Since “servant” has no gender in English, servant of Isis is a perfectly good, gender-neutral term for this special relationship.
Whatever title we may prefer, the relationship itself comes with responsibilities. However, unless we are part of a formal organization that specifies what those responsibilities are, each of us will have to decide for ourselves exactly what serving Isis means to us. For me, there are five main keys, which I’ve written about on this blog—from worship and gaining knowledge about Her to ritual competency and spiritual growth.
When trying to sort out decisions like these, I often look to the past. Is there anything we can learn from the experiences of ancient servants of the Goddess? Of course, we have some information about what was required of them within the temples. But what was going on in their heads and hearts?
Unfortunately, we have little left that tells us what it meant to them inwardly and spiritually. No doubt, some servants were more devout than others. Nonetheless, there is every reason to think that indeed there were inner experiences. The Egyptian reputation for religious and philosophical knowledge was immense. It would only make sense that those who were sincerely following their path would have important personal, spiritual experiences—just as people have always done.
Though records of these inner experiences are few, we do have hints. For instance, from the the reign of Thutmose III we have an inscription that indicates that priestly initiations meant something spiritually as well as professionally. A new royal vizier, who was made Prophet of Ma’et*, says of his experience:
My abilities were not as they had been: my yesterday’s nature had altered itself, since I had come forth in the accouterments of a vizier, having been promoted to be Prophet of Ma’et.
This man felt truly changed by “coming forth” as a vizier and servant of Ma’et. We can assume that at least some of the servants of Isis had no less an experience than this man. Thoth also seemed to inspire warm feelings in His devotees—and as many of them were scribes, they had the ability to express it. They called Him the Lord of Friendliness and the God of Incomparable Goodness.
As late as the Greek Magical Papyri, this friendliness with Thoth remains. In PGM VIII, 1-63, Thoth is called Hermes, but we can known He is Thoth because the spell says that His images include an ibis and a baboon, that His name is great in Hermopolis (Khmunu; “City of the Eight”) and that even Isis, “the greatest of all the Gods,” calls on Him in every crisis. Part of the spell states, “For You are I, and I am You; Your name is mine, and mine is Yours. For I am Your image.” While the magic here is powerful, the sentiment is gentle and intimate.
In what is today known as the Archive of Hor, we have some records of intimate feelings for the Goddess. Hor was a priest of Isis and Thoth who came from the town of Sebennytos, the town that grew up around the Temple of Isis there, and which the Greeks called Isiopolis. He writes beautifully of Her, has prophetic dreams from Her, and calls Her by what I think is a pet name, “my Tana.” You can read his story here.
Yet the closest thing we have to a personal account of spiritual experiences related to Isis is in a novel by a North African named Apuleius. They are in his book, The Golden Ass, and he writes about his initiation into the Mysteries of Isis.
It dates to the late second century CE, when Isis’ popularity was most widespread. Because it is novelized, it gives us a glimpse of the protagonist Lucius’ interior state. And while Lucius is an initiate of Isis and not a priest, one could make an argument that he would probably qualify as what we would call a priest of Isis today. He is an initiate, he remains involved with the religion—serving in its special ranks or grades—and he outwardly marks himself as an Isiac by shaving his head.
In the novel, Lucius has had a spiritual crisis. After being magically turned into an ass, he has gone through trials and tribulations and finally throws himself upon the mercy of the Moon Goddess. She reveals Herself as Isis. She says that though She is called by many names, Her true name is Queen Isis.
She tells Lucius not to fear:
But above all things beware thou doubt not nor fear of any of those things as hard or difficult to be brought to pass…
…and know this of certainty, that the residue of thy life until the hour of death shall be bound and subject to Me; and think it not an injury to be always serviceable towards Me whilst thou shalt live, since as by My means and benefit thou shalt return again to be a man. Thou shalt live blessed in this world, thou shalt live glorious by My guide and protection, and when after thy allotted space of life thou decendest to the Underworld, there thou shalt see Me in the subterranean firmament shining (as thou seest Me now) in the darkness of Acheron, and reigning in the deep profundity of Styx and thou shalt worship Me as one that hath been favorable to thee. And if I perceive that thou art obedient to My commandment and hold to my religion, meriting by thy constant chastity My divine grace, know that I alone may prolong thy days above the time that the Fates have appointed and ordained.”
As an initiate of Isis, Lucius’ life is to change. He is to be Hers forever; and in return, She will not only save him from his present difficulty, but prolong his lifespan.
The priest who is overseeing his initiation tells Lucius that to take Isis’ holy orders was like a “voluntary death and slow recovery.” Yet, even if someone were on the edge of death, and had but the strength to receive Her Mysteries, that person could be made new-born and healthy once more. He advises Lucius to “accept of your own free will the yoke of service.”
The mental and emotional state of Lucius after his initiation is one of pure love and wonder. He is passionately in love with the Goddess—and he remains so throughout all the days of his life.
I’ve had an experience like that. And I have always remembered it. It is one of the many experiences with Her that has made me passionate in my love of Her and dedication to Her.
Have you had such an experience?
* I’m only looking at a translation here and don’t have the Egyptian. When Egyptologists translate “prophet,” they usually mean a high priest, thus this title may have been Hem Ma’et Tepi or chief servant of Ma’et.





People (aka “folx”) are obsessed with gender these days. Thankfully that seems to be going away.
Hi there,
I feel like a need to answer the question “Have you had such an experience?” by telling a bit of my story. I apologies as this may be a bit long…
I was born in a very pragmatic and atheist family. While one of my grand-father is very much Christian, everyone else and especially my parents were very much against the concept of religion as a whole because it’s also used to explain so much horrors or bad behaviours. After all, it’s always just a matter of interpretation.. So I grew up thinking that religion was for the weak mind, needing to cling to some greater power to give a purpose of its own life, or rather to hide behind some more powerful force to feel like existing.
I could not understand this, instead i would spend all my time discovering and enjoying everything about Life. The most curious little fella there was, observing insects for hours, playing with all living souls with no distinction about what or who they were. I’ve always been very, very much in love with Nature, mostly with the animal kingdom. And an insatiably curious mind.
When i was 16 or something, my cousin introduced me to weed. From there one, i used it recreatively quite intensively. Especially after i left the familial house around 20. Started to live a very much full night life, very musical, dancing and with everything that comes around. For many of these underground parties, it felt like shamanic rituals. I discovered a lot about what the animal Human is, most of its bad traits like jealousy, lust, desire for power, deception and so forth.. Very bothersome but in the end, i would close myself to it and just continue dancing and commune with my so dear and loved Lady Music.
Fast forward 2019 or 2020, I was 25 or 26, Covid happened and everything started to feel very weird. One night, alone and without weed nor the means to get some more, i “washed” my grinder in a pan with milk, then drank it all. Although this wasn’t objectively so strong, what followed would change my life forever…
My heartbeat started to race harder and harder. It felt like my heart would end up piercing my chest. It was like experiencing death a strange way. Then i did some weird large movements with my body, as if weirdly dancing in trance, but fully aware and scared for life. My cat would be looking at me from a distance, half hidden between a wall, scared as well.
After a while, it started to smell like sulphur and i had to sit egg-like positioned on my couch. The body was so compressed, it felt so bad… then as if rushing through some dimensions at incredible speed, like a rocket… And all of a sudden it stopped. My heart was behaving normal again and my thoughts were no longer rushing in every directions. It was absolute silence in the dark of the night, physically alone, except my cat, but now it felt like there was many souls around. So many. All showing so much love, care and understanding. I couldn’t not see any of them with my eyes, but i knew they were there. I remember saying out loud the equivalent in french in a trembling voice “what is happening ? who are you ?”.
Then in was shown in my mind an infinity of lives, from the very ancient to the most recent, beggars to absoute kings. It was like a flood of answers in my mind. No words could be heard, but they were put in my head. So they told me not to fear anything, that it would always be alright, ultimately, i could do no wrong. Whatever my choice, it would be the good one.
After that… She came forth. I say “she” because i’m a male and i understood it as a feminine energy, but i can’t really say it was sexualised in any manner. This was a soul that’d be absolutely overflowing me with the most pure and eternal love one could ever experience. We were bound together since the dawn of times, for as long as eternity would last. She wasn’t there physically, yet She always was. She would never leave, ever. Not the love of my life, but the love of all lives. Finally… finally we were reunited.
She comforted what others said ; no wrong could be done, every choice would be correct and They’d rally behind. Then, for the first time (that i remember of) we made sort of a neurological love. I felt like making love with the whole Univers, literally creating life. Extremely profoundly deep… I wanted this to last forever but after a couple of hours it was time to separate again, yet this time She said “you know we’re here and we’ll always be”. It was the most painful i ever felt in my life. I felt like dying so many times. My heart, my brain, my whole body was literally destroying itself. I put myself to bed and my cat started going crazy with my hand, squeezing and biting as if scared i was indeed dying. At some point he even started scratching the walls while howling, asking for help. In the end the only way i found to make it stop was to think of myself as an old TV you turn off. Luckily it worked fast.. Then i woke up the next morning. And indeed, since then, they never left.
I can’t see nor hear them really, but the frail vail or reality is constantly being pierced with clues of their presence. I’ve had 3 more experiences in the likes since then with the last one being from 1y ago, December 2023. All very powerful but the last one….. it particularly was, almost literally died in 2 of them… I could epilogue but this would be 3 or 4 times longer as it is already… but i stopped weed completely the day after. And now my mission is to have absolute control over myself, the spirit of my flesh, my ego, so i can finally be back with Them, with Her, for good. I can’t stop feeling guilty making them wait for too long already.
Anyway, suffice to say i feel different for those who need religion. Although for me they’re all one and the same, just different ways of explaining the same things to different people from different ages. So my ultimate love, She is Isis and Nephtys (both sides of a same coin)….. She is Sati and Parvati….. She’s everything. I can’t put into words how much i love Her.
Thank you for sharing this world-changing experience. May your path continue to be blessed.