A 3,300 year old love story – Priestess of Isis


I think I have read one of the greatest love stories to date; a love story that truly transcends time – it ended 3,300 years ago and took over where it left off!

Priestess of Isis

Priestess of Isis

I have just finished reading Omm Sety’s Egypt: A Story of Ancient Mysteries, Secret Lives, and the Lost History of the Pharaohs. This book has called to me for a couple of years, and lay in my mind after a friend mentioned the name Omm Sety. It combines elements that enthral me, love, mystery, ancient history, and past lives. In this book, mysteries are revealed, straight from a Pharaoh’s mouth. I was so fascinated in this book and the beautiful narration via a close friend of Omm Sety, that I could barely put it down, and thus it was finished within a space of 12 hours.


I don’t want to give too much of this book away, but enough to intrigue you. Many tears were shed reading this book, and the majority upon the closing of the pages.

Leading up to this book, I had some psychic interactions with kindred spirits. Egypt was nudging me through my intuitive GPS, messages in books, television, random links on websites and mostly though people dear to me and part of my soul family. I’m sure we endured similar lives together in the ancient times.

Dorothy Eady, an Englishwoman, was born in 1904 that later became known to many as Omm Sety. The conscious memory of a life as a priestess in ancient Egypt began to awaken at the age of three following a serious fall down some steep stairs. The physician at the time had determined her to be dead, however when he returned an hour later for the body he was surprised to see her well and happy with her parents.

From this point onwards Dorothy began to have recurring dreams of being in an ancient building with huge columns (a temple).  When she was four years old her parents took her with them on a visit to the British Museum, and it was here in the Egyptian galleries that the little girl suddenly became aware that she was ‘home’. To the embarrassment and confusion of her parents she apparently ran madly through the halls “among her people”, kissing the feet of the ancient Egyptian statues and eventually sitting down at the feet of a glass-cased mummy and refusing to budge.

Three years later Dorothy saw a photograph in a magazine showing ‘The Temple of Sety the First at Abydos ‘, in Upper Egypt,  and immediately connected it with the large columned building of her recurring dream. She told her father that the Temple was her home, the place where she had once lived, but was confused as to why the buildings were in ruins and there was no garden. The temple was that of Seti I, the father of Rameses the Great. During her teenage years Dorothy spent every available moment studying Egyptology. This course of study included being taught to interpret hieroglyphics by the legendary Sir Ernest Wallis Budge, Keeper of Egyptian Antiquities at the British Museum- his books on Egyptian myth and magic are still in print today (and on my Kindle!).

Dorothy began to regularly dream of being in an Egyptian temple. At times, she believed that she actually visited the temple at night, in her astral body.    In time she realised that the temple existed at the ancient site of Abydos in Upper Egypt. As she grew up, she sought more information about this place and just about everything Egyptian, telling her parents longingly that she “wanted to go home.”

She read every book and listened to every story about Egypt, and had the good fortune to be living near the British Museum.

Her ticket to Egypt finally eventuated, in England she met and agreed to marry an Egyptian man, and without her parents meeting the man, she boarded ship to start her dream life in her homeland. Predictably, her marriage ended within a couple of years, in which she also bore a son whom she called Sety. Years later, she adopted the Arabic name Omm Sety “mother of Sety,” which designated her identity thereafter.

Omm Sety accepted work, initially unpaid, assisting some of the prominent Egyptologists of the day. Serving as amanuensis and draftsperson, she provided invaluable support to those who excavated and recorded the extensive cemeteries and pyramid complexes of Lower Egypt. The book describes in detail how events divinely led her to her birth home, and how she impacted Egyptian history, archaeology and its people.

Temple of Seti I

Temple of Seti I

Devoted to Egypt and the old gods, she found herself reunited in Abydos in the mid-1900’s with the love of her life: Pharaoh Sety I who ruled Egypt from 1306 to 1290.

I was most touched by the love story…

At night, and during her dreams, spirits of her past life visited her at night. It was during this time that she discovered she was Bentreshyt (“harp of joy”), a young orphan girl described as a fair haired, blue eyed , who was given to the keeping of the temple as was the custom in ancient Egypt.  As described in her diaries, Dorothy believed her main role as Bentreshyt was to play a part in the dramatized rituals of the death and resurrection of the Egyptian god Osiris, held at the Temple. Dorothy also claimed that the Pharaoh, Seti I, had fallen in love with her after a chance meeting in the Temple gardens when she had been a young priestess there.

The story has a predictably tragic end as the girl discovered she was pregnant after the liaison, and tortured greatly by priests. Rather than expose the Pharaoh, she committed suicide. Of learning the news, the Pharaoh was in so much despair for his lost love, that it seems he could not move on.

Through the matrix of time and space their bond still existed and Seti I paid her frequent nocturnal visits throughout her present life to prove it.

My theory is that Seti I was bound between the realms not wanting to move on until he was reunited with his true love, his soul mate. Given that physical time and space is different in our living reality, for Seti I it may have felt a short time. He was waiting for the soul of his dear Bentreshyt to be reincarnated into a new body, and to be able to reunite. Through the astral realm and magic, they were able to endure under strict spiritual rules, time as a physical man and woman and enable them to express their love with each other. His Majesty, Seti I, adored Bentreshyt / Omm Sety, and visited her well into an old woman. I have no doubt that these souls now reside together again in peace with Source – no longer separated between different planes of existence.

Omm Sety with her cat Bastet

Omm Sety with her cat Bastet


  Love Poem from Ancient Egypt
Egypt, Deir el-Medina, 1300 B.C

          “She has no rival,              
          there is no one like her.
She is the fairest of all.
She is like a star goddess arising
…    at the beginning of a new year;
brilliantly white, shining skin;
such beautiful eyes when she stares,
and sweet lips when she speaks;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and shining body
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
ample behind, tight waist,
her thighs extend her beauty,
shapely in stride 

                      when she steps on the earth.
She has stolen my heart with her embrace,
She has made the neck of every man
turn round at the sight of her.
Whoever embraces her is happy,
he is like the head of lovers,
and she is seen going outside
like That Goddess, the One Goddess.”

I was not able to buy the book on Kindle, and have found the best price on www.fishpond.com.au


4 responses »

  1. Really enjoy reading about you. I really enjoyed your stories at John of god and especially the orbs which I two want to see. I plan on visiting him when it happens. Take care, Mike.

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