This is the ancient ring of Osiris I recently acquired in an obscure pawn shop selling Native American jewelry on the outskirts of Old Town, San Diego. The shop was closing down and the older gentleman I found behind the turquoise and arrow head glass display cases, both times I visited, explained that he was closing down the shop for his friend, a woman who had run it for over 50 years and was now retiring in in her 80s. So I had been sniffing around for trinkets and native american objects for my daughter and perhaps for my apartment. Not that I could afford anything, but just looking through windows; lecher-fenetres, as the French would call window-shopping. These days of course the windows we shop through are framed in either Chrome, Firefox or Safari browser windows, where we can see, touch and buy all in the same click. But this ring that the old man showed me wasnt native american. No, it was at first I thought to myself Art Deco; but the demarkations on the side of the setting were older than that. It was only upon my return to the window that looks on Google that I was able to track down its pedigree and lineage. The ring was set with 5 blue fire opals, an allusion to the sea and the distance the ring had travelled. Likewise, the divisions of the fire opals denoted a longtitude and lattitude map. The rays coming of the setting indicated some kind of sun-based mystical intent in the design and then I recognized the ancient Egyptian markings from pre-Old Empire Thebes, the City of the Thoth the scribe of the gods, and of course Osiris, the sky god. Osiris had been lord of the sky for aeons until his betrayel by his brother Set, the jackle-headed god; who lusted after Isis, the goddess of the earth and lover of the sky. After Set had dismembered his brothers body (gods cannot die), and strewn his parts across the Sahara forcing Isis, his lover to search for centuries to find his parts; he briefly canme to life long enough to impregnate Isis who immediately gave birth to Horus, the Hawk-headed god, son of Osiris who then assumed his dominion of the sky to allow Osiris to descend to the Underworld and be the conduit for the dead. The ring, this ring, he entrusted to his son Horus as a guide to safe trespass across the current of life into the other world, the world of the dead. Its surface shows an illuminated map of the correct path to take. Over the millennia, Horus ring has been handed down from priest to thrief to collector to museum to uaction house and bank vault. All manner of hazard and drama has accompanied this ring on its journey to find my hand. Because it is with this ring that I will guide my mother across the path of no return. I will wear this ring when I am with her and show her the blue fire opals and the divisions, that are path along the face of its illumination, again and again. I will show this to my mother constantly in the next few weeks, I hope months so that she recongizes the illuminated map as the reflection of the bejewled illumination that she by some accounts encounter. If she is passing unto the unknown than a map might prove helpful. I have no idea where her consciousness, the first consciousness I ever knew, my consciousness, I have no idea where shes going but I know that shes begun to leave. The mystical opal ring of Osiris is my totem, my strenghth in this journey as I accompany my mother from this world. I am as strong as the shine of these stones. This is what I believe to be Truth.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 22:21:09 +0000
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