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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.”

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Dream & Vision Recorder


Here I’m recording some prominent dreams or visions I have experienced over the years, for my own reference, but also as a prompt to listen to your own dreams and what they may mean to you.

Firstly here are some steps to record and remember or even induce dreams:

1. Make a conscious decision to remember your dreams
2. Have a pen and pad in easy reach to record your dreams or even use your phone to record verbally
3. Get enough adequate sleep on a consistent basis, too little sleep can limit the number of dreams and ability to remember them
4. Think about something ( a problem, creative or emotional) before sleeping, as dreaming can open the door to answers or insights
5. Stay where you are in bed when you wake up recalling a dream, try to remember what you can
6. Jot down anything that may come during the day, I often get images and parts of dreams come at other times of the day, after visual prompts
7. I have found in the past that little rituals you create before sleep can in fact help induce dreams about certain things
8. How you feel in a dream is the most important interpreter, I rarely use a dream decoder, because different symbols mean different things to people. Trust yourself, or maybe someone close to you can help you.

Recorded on 18/11/96 (recurring dream)

I’m not sure if most people have, but many people get recurring dreams from time to time and their purpose  serves to teach you something. The message may be so important or powerful that you have the same dream over and over until you take notice of it. In my view I think it may highlight a personal weakness, fear or inability to cope with something past or present. From my personal experience there were big gaps in time between  my recurring dream, and it’s quite extraordinary that it gets repeated identically, so much so I’m aware of what happens when I’m dreaming.

So here I’m sharing one of mine; one which I nolonger see repeated. Warning it is a little confronting and graphic!

I was in another time, it is a primitive period beyond where I live now. The people are from an asiatic culture.

I’m seeing a fight. All the people are strong and dominating looking. I can see a platform where everyone can attend and view this ancient gladiator like hand to hand combat fight between a local warrior and a foreigner. It is held amongst all the sombre market-like chaos full of hoards of people.

The fight begins and the local warrior is quite frightening,  he has switched as if by a supernatural force and begins to accumulate these powers, manifesting into a beast with horns, like he is a buffalo or element of this animal. I feel I have seen this before, it’s déjà vu for me, but I cannot remember how it all works out in the end. I’m scared, I feel he is using his powers against the opponent and instead of physical fists and blows, he is striking from within. It is like he is trying to split him from the inside. I run away so scared. I run to a balcony (which is more of this time). I look over the balcony. The opponent from the fight walks past, he survived  and looks fine; naturally I’m quite surprised! He walks in a self assured manner and thankful – he swears in relief. The local warrior now approaches from behind, he is angry and in a strong angered voice he explodes into a rage because of what the opponent has said.

I realise what is happening now, I remember this time. I run far away to another balcony. I know the opponent is destroyed and his remains now cover the balcony I was previously at. I feel nauseous, so sick in the stomach and so scared. I’m doubled over the balcony in the darkness. Earlier in the dream I remember a horizontal totem like pole consisting of heads. I remember seeing an older man, an indian warrior with all the leather and beading, a middle aged man and a boy.

UFO/Alien dreams

With a history of sightings on my mother’s family side, there is little wonder I have an interest and see things regularly in my dreams.


I see a book it’s called ” The 3 worlds, the sun and the spaceman” by ….Walters. Flying the through the three worlds I see ours healthy and the others destroyed/sick.


I saw UFO’s and aliens. They were so peaceful, one had a name, in which he told me, and he was grey/red like. There were two; one tall and one shorter; I felt one was older. They were Healers.  There are many different looking beings too. They did speak of pollution on a planet, and they spoke with much wisdom. They also said their were good and bad beings in existence.


Seeing UFO’s and aliens again. He looks familiar to me,  and I ask him, “What is going to be happening for me?” and he simply says “You already know”. Whilst there were many UFO’s around me, only I could see them. The UFO was surrounded by golden white light.

This is actually a very good image I found online of what was similar to that of my dreams. It’s an example of what was purported to be seen in the Rendlesham Forest Incident in 1980 in Suffolk, England.


I saw UFO’s but I don’t know where I was, although my mum and sister were with me. The sky was strange and when I saw the UFO’s I was frozen, I couldn’t talk, nothing would come out of my mouth… I was too excited. There were three of them, they were going in all directions then simply disappeared.

Miscellaneous dreams


I was near a forest, close to the coast and sea. There were a few of us white people, and native indians who were coming to get us. One young indian, who was very handsome, grabbed my hand and brought me to safety from the cliff area. I go back to the tribal area, to the indian dwelling where I see ceremonial amulets and jewellery, but was not allowed to touch them. I sat with the older woman, in a tipi, where they showed me pieces of ancient egyptian cloth (it was a message about how we have always been connected on earth, one culture to another). One elder asked me if I knew the name of my guardian angel. All I said was “Zirachey”. I told them how spiritual I am, and how at peace and at one with them I was.


A world encompassed by water, I was riding on water (a propeller type hover vehicle) surrounded by aquatic buildings. I remember asking about this world and I was told something like ” If you went north and recorded what was happening it was the future, but if you came back with that it couldn’t co-exist here”.


Dreamed of the goddess Isis, and a past life connection with someone connected to me.  Past life = monk. I see a spiralling blue light emanating around me.


Having acquired a beautiful peace of Fluorite crystal I went on a visualisation journey with it in meditation. I began walking on earth, but it was very cracked and dry, and I fell through to a cave with firedrakes who showed me the way to a crystal cave where I picked up a gift, a red pouch  ( inside is a pin with a red stone and the elemental cross). I was met by a female deity who was fair ( like the Celtic Brigit) and discovered that my quest was of self truth and my true path. When she morphed into a flurry of white, then into an owl, I was lifted by the winds and into the sky and stormy clouds where I merged with their protective energies.


Dreamed of Pegasus. This beautiful winged horse was white, noticeably strong in stature and had the most beautiful golden illuminated wings. I was in awe of this being, and we had a conversation. No one else could see him. Upon departure, he flew straight up into the skies…

Feb 2o12

I see a beautiful grey horse which is graceful to all who see it, it walks every day and beautiful music surrounds it, yet others don’t see and are oblivious it is exploited (used) and hurt. I see it, something is not right in its back and it compensates. It walks onwards around everyone, carrying onwards regardless.But on it’s back I see it now, two spikes put in by purpose into and around it’s lower spine causing pain. Only a few are aware of what is going on, and we work together to uncover and reveal the cause.

First we have the horse, my totem, and the back where I do have problems in the spine. I still have pain and discomfort from time to time and walk around bearing a great deal of discomfort, stress in the body that no one would ever know.