Philae – the temple of Isis -temple of the mother

The temple of Philae was the first temple we visited on my trip to Egypt, when I joined 144 other beautiful souls on a path along the Nile.

We made it over to the island at a very tender time of 4 am when Venus was shining brightly above our heads and Mars was following closely. And yes, 4 am in Egypt is cold and dark, and yet we all got up, and all joined for our first task under the watchful eye of the temple walls and the stars above.

This trip was part of our journey along the Nile with Matias de Stefano, and was part of the YoSoy path, which culminated with an even outside the Great Pyramid in Giza, and we worked towards the activation of a new planetary consciousness.

I recorded the following after our visit at the Temple of Isis.


Today we visited the temple of Isis, the temple of the mother. It is the 12 of February and we are still docked in Aswan.

The wake up was at 3 am, and yet by 2:55 I was awake.

The whole day started in a very Egyptian way with tea. We all gathered in the lobby for our journey to Philae traveling on the Rose buses. 

150 strong group all filed out of the bus and then moved on to the boat, which took us to the island, all the while we were under the watchful eye of Venus, shining so bright so as to be mistaken for a light. Mars was ever so slightly behind, glowing red and almost warning us of the way ahead. 

The day started with a short explanation of the star system, which would be our guide for the first alignment, a calibration of sorts. 12 groups of 12 arranged in the shape of the Metatron cube, representing all the constellations of the zodiac.

My group represented Libra. And before we even set off on this voyage of inner discovery and discovery of the world , conflict arose.  Our group is full of females with one guy representing the male energy in the circle. It is as if this male now has 11 wives helping him along on his path.

We first connected in the circle holding hands, one facing up to receive and one facing down to discharge the information. 

The group then connected with its own internal energy starting from the chakra below the feet and moving the earth energy up through the body all the way up to the above the head chakra. The circle stayed intact this time, though part of the group still vocalized out of harmony with the rest of them. Today the lady with the unruly kundalini appeared to be less active, the energy did not surge, it did not distract like it did the other day. She managed to harmonize with the group. We all became the energy of the place, always holding the heart of the dragon at the core of our circle.

After the short connection we moved to the open courtyard of the temple where all of us formed a massive circle.  The connection was re-created through holding of hands whilst Matias went into the chamber to connect with Mother Isis. When Matias came out of the home a cat preceded him, staying fixed on the temple steps, as if being a guardian of the place and of the soul of who will be joining us soon. As the group chanted rhythmically the cat wondered in the middle of the circle walking from one side to the next watching the group, then settled in the middle and watched up, expecting for Matias to make his next move. He walked to one corner, where he, I guess appeared to honor the pillar, he then walked to what appeared to be the center, where he touched the floor and played with the sand, both gestures imitating that of a cat. 

The instruction came that we have nothing else to do now but feel, and feel I have, as Matias chanted, the usual connection started to be created. A light orb from the right, which then became larger. The orb of white that usually is a sign of my connection became my guide. The light in the right became brighter and brighter, Mati touched my shoulders as the energy was building, and before we went into the womb of the mother the light from the side became an orb. The orb enveloped me as if protecting me.

 Today when I was holding hands in the big circle, I felt the energy of the person next to me in my elbow. 

Matias touched both my shoulders firmly with not much resistance, as if reassuring me for what it will come. This gesture in fact was something he went around and did to everyone, a touch of the heart as if connecting us all to each other.

A short time after, the uncontrollable urge to cry came over me. I worked hard at not bursting out in a very vocal cry, but I felt how my very soul was being ripped from within and such soul pain, as I have not had for a very long time. The tears just started flowing and flowing with little control from me. 

Crying in public this way, reminded me of the shame I carry of not showing my emotions to anyone, and yet. Today, I could not help but shed the tears of the Mother. Shed the tears that all mothers have, of something that used to be but it is no more. As we continued with the chanting various images came to mind. I saw pyramids, I saw women in white, I saw women as if the same hair as Cleopatra. I saw a woman dressed in black walking up the steps and sitting down in a regal manner on a throne as if she was sitting in front of her subjects . 

We walked in the chamber of the Mother and Mati channeled the voice of the mother, who explained that we are no longer children, we are no longer her sons and daughters, but we are adults, adults ready to go into the world, we are complete. This too shed tears for me, for it is a question I always had, what makes me feel like a child within, what makes me not grow up and feel like I am in the need of protection. 

I saw pictures of the crocodile, I saw the female Isis and Osiris. The images flew past. 

The females in white filed out and then the energy of the Mother was gone, and with this the task was over.

Today the message I heard was  “you are complete, the way you are”.

If you wish to hear from Matias himself, how it felt being with Isis on that morning, a member of my group did a video with the feedback after the visit. Feedback session – click here

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