Reflections by: Olivia Robertson

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In orthodox churches we were not encouraged to have roses or mirrors. Rose-petals when they fall bring sweetness to all lilies smell horrible when they are old but they kept themselves to themselves they die on the stem on the altar. Roses meant Romance: Lilies Virtue. Mirrors show one oneself. This might bring vanity. But stained glass was in order at least in high-church circles.

When my brother and I created a Temple of Isis we chose another way. Our Temple was a labyrinth, and at each stage through mirrors or indoor windows you could see where you had been and where you were going. I do remember the astonishment of one of our members when he thought he was alone, looking in a mirror and then the reflected people began to move! This was an indoor window. There is no encouragement to secrecy in our Temple. Even our outdoor windows were triple on each side were mirrors that showed mobius strips of endless reflections. One child put a coin in front of a reflection hoping it would proliferate. This was mirror magic!

Recently I became enthusiastic about painting on mirrors or putting painted cloths over them, which could be lifted. Why did I do this? Possibly this sprang from my two experiences of the Goddess of all mirrors the Moon Goddess. We may never see Her face. She turns away.

My first lunar experience was in vision at night, on the 18th of October, 1977. I had been to Greece and Crete a year or so ago. I found myself at the end of a temple facing an altar. Behind the altar was a pale veil that loosely covered the whole background. Upon the altar was a silver stag s head with eye closed, facing left. I found myself holding up my right arm and saying: I salute the Altar. The stag opened his eye, which was dark and looked at me. It reminded me of the haunting black eyes I had seen on Greek Icons in Greece. From behind the veil appeared pale women s arms gently waving. I advanced up the aisle when the stag-eye closed, and stopped. I held up my arm and repeated the words, I salute the Altar. The stag opened his eye and looked at me. Then he closed it. Curiously, I felt his other eye hidden from me was golden. The arms once more appeared through the veil, beckoning me.

Then I heard a voice saying clearly: If you can bear it, do this for the third time. So I approached the altar, lifted my arm and spoke. I salute the Altar. The stag s eye opened and looked at me. It closed and the arms waved to me. With this a woman s voice spoke clearly: What is your Intention?

I felt that I was the first of many who were following me and this was a very ancient Mystery. I answered: To reconcile the Religion of Egypt with the Tradition of Avalon.

The intention was accepted, and I was directed to leave by the Right. I felt others were behind me.

My next experience was not only in vision, because it affected my physical body. This was on the night of the full moon, on the 9th March 1982. I found myself in vision lying flat on a couch next to a friend, an occultist. Before us was a very tall woman. (I once saw Dana and She also gave the appearance of having a different proportion to us humans much taller and beautifully proportioned.) I could not see Her face, which she turned from us. I associated the colours of her filmy gown with the many colours of the moon silvery with a small touch of orange.

She stopped and picked up a bottle containing saffron coloured oil with a sphere as stopper. She bent and anointed my friend s forehead with this, thus forming a large circle. I was disappointed when She turned away, replacing the bottle. But I thought: Oh well, Vivian has been at this much longer than me! But then the Goddess picked up another bottle, and I thought it contained a violet-coloured oil. She took out the stopper and bent over me. She made a full circle of the oil on my forehead. But still I could not see Her face.

Now comes that sudden switch, when vision impacts on one s waking mind and body. I was fully conscious of the fragrance from the oil which was both powerful and exquisitely beautiful. I lay awake for about ten minutes then I got out of bed and went down-stairs. It was ten to twelve. From the Castle balcony, looking over the Yew Walk to the South-East we can see the full moon. There was the full moon, and all this time I was experiencing the on-rush of electric-light power flow through me, first, in my room, down the left side of my brain. When I entered the balcony, the power reached my shoulder-blades. Finally it was like a white shining shower from a fountain, as it flowed through my whole body. Romantics search for The Immortal Beloved in the mirrored realm of Vision. I used the concept in our Isis Wedding Rite.

MAIDEN: Some adore the Beloved in many lovely forms. Others honour the Many in one Loved Face.

BARD: To find the Other you need to look within. Gaze deeply in a well; and you will find your Twin.

WISE-WOMAN: Look around you and you will find the Other! Gaze in a mirror: You will see your Brother.

Eyes of Selene in Entrance Mirror


Mirror of Hathor in Members Shrine


Shrine of Gemini Mirror


Moon Goddess Shrine - Mirror Above

(Painted mirror of Moon Goddess above)

Shadow of Isis in High Altar Mirror



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