The Unveiled Isis and the Art of Seeing
When I arrived in Bulgaria, I didn’t know how far this trip will take me and that will actually transition into a journey of unveiling. There is a legend about the Egyptian Goddess Isis: in ancient tradition, Isis was often depicted as the great mother of wisdom, seated on a throne, wearing a veil. At the temple of Sais in Egypt, an inscription was said to read:
“I am all that has been, that is, and that shall be; no mortal has ever lifted my veil.”
The veil symbolized the hidden mysteries of life—the truth about creation, the divine feminine, the cycles of birth, death, and rebirth. Isis’s veil was not secrecy meant to keep humans away, but a sacred protection: only those who were ready in heart and spirit could glimpse the truth behind it.
Later mystical schools—Greek, Hermetic, and even Renaissance thinkers—spoke of “lifting the veil of Isis” as the soul’s journey of initiation. The veil is not torn away; it is gently unveiled as the seeker grows in love, wisdom, and purity of intention.
What does it mean for me:
The veil is the illusion that hides beauty, truth, and love from my sight
To approach Isis is to live with reverence and openness, trusting that the deeper mysteries will reveal themselves at the right time.
“Unveiling” is not about rushing but about becoming ready to see.
In a sense, my time in Bulgaria is an Isis journey- I did not know how far it would take me, but piece by piece, the veil lifts.
When I arrived in Varvara, I did not know how far this journey would take me. What began as a simple visit has unfolded into a path of unveiling—an exploration of mysteries, both around me and within myself.
Yesterday, I met a woman who owns a gallery—a soulful, tender presence whose heart seemed to mirror the spirit of this place. I asked her to find me an object with the name Varvara inscribed on it. After some searching, she pulled a weathered card from behind the window. On it was a delicate drawing of a girl, and the name Varvara written in Latin.
The moment was deeply meaningful. She shared that the card had been given to her by someone she valued highly, and I recognized that what I was receiving was a heartfelt exchange—pure, unforced, and alive with intention. Just before this, I had told her about the rationale behind my journey to Varvara, and she revealed that her heart too was in that same place.
And then it dawned on me: this is a town with no tourist shops, no shelves of Varvara souvenirs. The very place where I sought such objects offers none. Perhaps the reason is clear: the truth and beauty I am seeking are not found outside. They live in the heart. We carry God, we carry Varvara, we carry the Divine Feminine, within us. The art of seeing is learning to behold these mysteries with the eyes of the soul (nous).
This small encounter, simple on the surface, feels like a whisper from the universe—a confirmation that this path of unveiling is sacred. Each step, each discovery, mirrors the legend of Isis: the courage to gently lift the veil, the readiness to receive truth and beauty when it is offered, and the recognition that the divine is already within.
Varvara, the card, the meeting—they are symbols of attention, openness, and the quiet magic that arises when we truly see. To see with the heart is to perceive the unseen, to welcome what is revealed, and to recognize that the journey itself is the unfolding of all that is sacred.
