The Festival of Hathor happens on the full moon in October and is generally around October 26. Strangely, Hathor is a Maiden, rather than a Crone goddess. But she is said to be the Maiden aspect of Isis. Hathor’s law is change and during the fall months we see a great change afoot – especially in the glorious colors on the leaves of the trees which begin to fall to our feet for us to shuffle through, rake and maybe even jump into with the children in our lives! Hathor’s favorite plant is papyrus – she invented writing. Honor her intelligent, imaginative essence by writing a little something this month to share with your world – maybe a caring thank you note, maybe a poem, maybe a hypothesis, maybe a blog post.
A Hathor Meditation:
Seek a quiet space.
Let your awareness drift inward to a dark hallway leading deep into an ancient secret room within the magnificent great pyramid. A light appears down the hallway. Eventually a feeling of great joy and passion overcome you and your heart is screaming to have you hear it out. You don’t know what is about to come but you feel a volcanic energy needing to be expressed.
As you grow closer to the light, you feel a sense of warmth and the essence of transformation surround you. It is the light and essence of Hathor that is filling your senses. You feel heard and you’ve not even spoken yet!
You enter the great chamber full of beauty, radiance and an air of reverent magic. Hathor sits on her throne with youthful comfort and yet great power. Somehow, in her presence, you know the Universe will hear you out and make a change in your name and for your benefit.
You unload effortlessly all of your grievances, all of your fears, all of your hopes, dreams and desires. You especially own up to your own responsibility in all of the lack, fear and sabotage. You turn it all over to Hathor knowing that the trick is not just to unload, but to step up to the plate and say, “I am ready to accept my place among the “gods.” I accept responsibility. I no longer run from my shadow, from my fears or from my pain. I embrace it and own my part it in. I no longer wear the badge or carry the habit of victimhood. I choose freedom.
Hathor stands. She looks deeply into your soul. She hands you a goblet of magical elixir and a parchment. You drink and sign. Hathor takes the parchment into her hand where it seems to burn up and dissolve in a brilliant light of agreement. “It is so – go forth and LIVE,” speaks the goddess.
You find senses reeling. The elixir takes over. You are now in dark, timeless space. You float free. Your purpose in this lifetime fills you. Everything that has stood in your way of it becomes clear to you. This is so that you can see it when it pops back up to test you later. You are firm in your resolve. Your conviction is solid. You know what you must do and you rest back in this knowing. Your senses again shift. You return back to the body and world that you’ve journeyed from. You become aware of your feet, your bottom, your shoulders, arms and face. You notice your breath. Open your eyes. Write down what you’ve discovered.