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  • Isis saith:- I have come to be a protector unto thee. I waft unto thee air for thy nostrils,
    and the north wind which cometh forth from the god Tem unto thy nose.
    I have made whole for thee thy windpipe. I make thee to live like a god.
    Thine enemies have fallen under thy feet. I have made thy word to be
    true before Nut, and thou art mighty before the gods.
    *From a text in the funeral chamber of the Egyptian Goddess Isis

    It was an exciting moment in history.

    The uprising in Egypt in January, 2011, captured our hearts, and sent ripples of revolutionary fervor around the world. Many of us felt real hope for transformation and change. We were heading, after all, toward the significant Mayan marking point of 2012.

    I was completely caught up in it, and created over 100 collages and artworks from the exciting images which poured forth every day. I lived in those images, breathed them, prayed with them.

    But a true democratic revolution was not to be, and it was quickly crushed.

    Worse, where it seemed that our professed American ideals of freedom, democracy and justice were gaining a foothold in the Mid-East, today there are an ongoing and growing number of attacks on our country’s embassies, consulates and military installations. We should not be surprised, as we are emerging as a nation known for its terrorism and genocide, rather than its founding principles. The locals are simply fighting back.

    The backlash from the misadventures and idiocy of our current foreign policy is growing, and at long last, this policy is coming under scrutiny as we become ever more ambitious in our efforts to topple governments, expand “Empire,” and reduce “hostile” countries to heaps of rubble.

    I am thinking about all this today, because on the one hand, I am sorting through the files of art that I created to celebrate the emergence of a true democratic spirit in the Middle East, but on the other hand, I am faced with the hard realities of today’s news. Today, as in right now.

    As more and more facts are coming out, it appears that there is a real possibility that our Ambassador to Libya, Christopher Stevens, was assassinated because of possible involvement in a program under which we have been secretly supplying arms to Al-Quaeda linked groups in Syria and elsewhere. You read that right. Worse, it is evident that a massive cover up of this on the part of our government is unraveling by the hour. This is a scandal that makes Watergate look like Romper Room.

    The artworks that I created from those days are filled with celebration and hope, and I find that in looking at them now I feel a great sadness. A vast, sweeping sadness and shame for what is going on, what we are becoming, and what we are doing out there in the world.

    Surely, the ancient Gods and Goddesses, Isis and all of them, are weeping.

    (Digital collage by Alex from photographs in Second Life and from various news sources.)
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