I was learning the properties of vortex energy and how to use it when my guides suggested I use a Winged Isis as a visual for my meditations. It worked perfectly. I would picture her with her winged arms down at her side. As she began to spin (I started out clockwise and eventually worked on counter-clockwise) her winged arms slowly rose above her head. By the time the arms where over her head she would be at a high velocity spin in my visualization.

Shortly after I began this practice a woman invited me to participate in her Native American leather crafting class. This woman was just a passing acquaintance. We didn't have a close friendship that would consist of "gifting" each other. However, as soon as I arrived at the class, she said her guides had told her to give me a special gift. She asked me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. I did so with some hesitancy, since I had little knowledge of the Native American traditions and no idea what her "gift" might be. My own guides encouraged me to go ahead and so I followed her instructions.

I felt her place something lightweight into my hands, but could not discern what it might be. When I opened my eyes and saw what it was, my solar plexus felt like it exploded. I started to cry. It was a brass cuff bracelet with a Winged Isis stamped into the metal. A Winged Isis, the symbol of the initiate!

She explained to me that another woman had given her the bracelet a few years prior to that time. And so the tradition had been repeated for no one knew how long. One woman passing the bracelet on to the next. She said her guides had instructed her that it was time for me to own the bracelet. That I would know what to do with it. And that I would know the right time to pass it on again.

I carefully inspected the bracelet. There was no jeweler's stamp or any other indication of its age or origin. I have learned to be careful during healing sessions, since the brass accelerates the energy and has been known to leave burn blisters on my wrist. I have never seen another cuff bracelet like it. Not even during my journey through Egypt. The cuff remains on my wrist, until my granddaughter is prepared for her initiation.

© copyright Teri Robison July 15, 1994