Say my name that I may live! Lady Olivia Robertson – April 13, 1917 – November 14, 2013
Lady Olivia passed to the Summerlands last night and a vibrant life has gone out on our side of the veil. Lady Olivia was a force of nature. She came into any gathering and electrified it. We loved having her when she came to visit us in Los Angeles before Isis Oasis Convocation and she told us many times how much she loved coming. She said she loved our diversity and she loved our humour. We will miss her greatly.
I know she always made me feel shy because she was so big in her energy. The first time I ever met her was at Isis Oasis and TOILA had done the opening ritual on Friday night. It was about the weighing of hearts and Ma’at and I played Ammit complete with huge mask. I had been totally absorbed in my part of the ritual (eating bad people’s hearts and a little bemused that people were coming up and giving me their hearts. They were given an ancient Egyptian representation of their heart to give to Ma’at but some came directly to me.) so I was still in ritual mind and costume when this little elderly woman with outsize energy came up and introduced herself to me and complemented me on my embodiment of Ammit. I really at that point had no clue who she was since I was very new to FOI. She told me that she had come from the Pleiades and that was where she thought we had come from. I remember trying to put that together in my still befuddled mind and I wanted Laura Janesdaughter to explain to me what she meant and that was my introduction to Lady Olivia Robertson.
When Lady Olivia visited we were treated to original ritual drama that she made up as she went along picking people from the attendees as she went along to play the parts. Her dramas had the ability to make whatever story she was telling to come alive. She loved BunniHoTep although she did question her gender once to me and yes, I was certain BunniHoTep was a goddess not a god and I will treasure my signed Iseum charter from her and Laura for the rest of my life.
I remember her curled up on the couch in Anniitra’s living room directing Anniitra and Tecia to Dance! for us and the Goddess.
Or surprising Mary by telling her she was to be ordained the next day while having tea after ritual and we pulled it off. Instant Guardian just add water.
Her coming up at ritual and paying honour to the Goddess, BunniHoTep as she sat in her chair.
Lady Olivia dancing and dancing at ritual.
Her beautiful paintings and oracles and her flamboyant sense of fashion!
This the slideshow of our beloved Hieromum. We were her witches, her priestesses and her druids. I will never be able to thank her for all she did for me.
And here are some examples of ritual photography like I wrote about yesterday.
For 9/11 Laura got the idea for a memorial to those who died that day and the story is here: https://sites.google.com/site/fellowshipofisiscentral/fellowship-of-isis-history-archive—say-my-name-that-i-may-live
Say my name that I may live! Was an ancient Egyptian petition to remember those who had passed on to the next world. The last two weeks I’ve have been saying it every time I thought of Laura. It something simple but when you say it seems to being the person closer. It’s the end of the year for those who practice the Gaelic/Celtic paths and the Gaels remembered their dead at this time of year. Not every culture does it at this time of year whatever that idiot that has been writing about generalizations of polytheists think. The Japanese for one, have a festival in July and the Romans did it in the month they considered unlucky, February.
But back to my point, pagans do tend to ancestor and dead remembrance this time of year, saying their names can’t hurt. “Say my name that I may live!