Yesterday my husband was going through some boxes in the garage and found an Isis ring that he had bought years ago on the Oregon coast. Something about it 'spoke' to me. It looked like it might be copper. I didn't get around to cleaning it until last night and it is NOT copper; it is silver. I believe it is real silver. A lot of tarnish came off it when I used a metal cleaner, and it has a nice sheen to it. The detail in the figure and the wings is very tiny; it's a band with the wingspan going about halfway around the circle of the ring. It fits on my middle finger and he said I could have it. It feels good wearing it.
I invoked Isis in my last Horus ritual; I can't remember exactly why now. I can't find the book where I wrote the ritual. I do remember that I called Isis and Horus, and she seemed to be more present than he did, but then he is a rather vague, inscrutable god. It has got me to wondering if I should work with her a little and see what happens. The Bob Dylan song "Isis" has been running in my head ever since I got the ring, though it has little to do with her. It is still a weird song, full of intriguing imagery.
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