From Reincarnation to Resurrection 

I see through my iris, ask do you know who I was? Queen Isis.
Viewing with my third eye that is vastly eternal.
Consciousness is rising through the kundalini internal.
Looking through the eyes of Isis knowing there was a crisis.  
Called upon assistance from distant beings, first resisted.

Agreed for their intervention, the prevention of her dissension ,
To a lowered powered state, instead the goal was to dominate.
Now worshipped as a Goddess for her ascension was creation.  
Partnership in unity, queen of fertility.
The new found power was vital, the prestige, the title,


Present day, dealing with the judgement stemming from that lifetime.
How can Egypt be mystical to me if I performed such crimes?  
Connected to the country like consciousness to the collective,
Beginning to remove the veils, seeing the past with new perspective.
Clarity to see that lifetime was a mere aspect of me.

A role I chose to play with, to serve my soul .
It is taking its tole, time to check Akashic scrolls.
To solidify what we experience, clear, and enlighten
Bringing forth inner states, observe the ones that tighten,  

Around the soul, creating negative states, becoming irate.
Freeing from these shackles, releasing, loosing the weight.
So I can fly on Isis' wings, being at peace soaring and rising.
Like the Phoenix, there is no death, just ascension, multiplying.


~ Angie Mammoliti

3/17/2012 10:53:36 am

I love this poem.And am looking forward to working with you.You're energy is Amazing,Namaste'

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