A Ray of Light: Whispers of Hathor

By Dehyana

The Song That Stayed

Do you remember the song Frozen from the album Ray of Light written by Madonna back in 1998?

That song has stayed with me to this day.

Spirit speaks the language of symbols and is always sending us messages to awaken us, and for me, the song Frozen was truth being sung through Madonna.

Journey to Egypt: A Calling

Two years later, I found myself in Egypt for the first time! As I’ve written in past blogs, that journey shifted me in profound ways.

In this blog, I want to bring you to Dendera, the temple of the Cosmic Mother Hathor. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I had no idea what this temple was truly about, other than that it was dedicated to the feminine face of the Divine as Hathor, expressing joy, love, music, nurturing and fertility.

On the bus ride to Dendera I was enjoying the Egyptian countryside. Upper Egypt donkeys with their little tooth-pick legs carrying massive loads of just about everything struck me as both amusing and astonishing. Children waving at the bus with their beautiful Egyptian smiles. I was loving it. At the same time, in a strange, almost mystical way, it was as if I had my own background music…only it was coming from me. Without realizing it, I had been softly humming Madonna’s Frozen as if the song had risen from somewhere deep within me. Why now? Why that particular song?

 

Entering Hathor’s Domain

As I stepped off the bus and began walking toward the temple, the words of the song played over and over in my mind. Hathor’s temple stood ahead in the distance, and though the walk was long, I found myself moving to the beat in my mind, softly humming Frozen.

I arrived. Hathor invited me in.

The Temple That Melts Hearts

Stepping through the doorway, I knew I had crossed a portal into an living energy field that completely melted my heart. Every fibre of my being resonated in harmony with unconditional love, joy, and the music of the spheres. My entire body became one great heartbeat, pulsing in rhythm with Mother Earth herself. It was breathtaking…literally.

Celestial Wisdom: The Zodiac Ceiling

Looking up, I was blown away by the celestial sky map on the ceiling. As an astrologer, I immediately recognised the hero’s journey, from Aries to Pisces, mapped out in the rectangular zodiac above me. A timeless story, meant to reveal the true treasure of life to the tired and weary pilgrim gazing up at it.

My heart melted. Inscribed in the stone was an energetic blueprint of right-minded perception, the feminine wisdom of love and connection. Hathor felt alive to me. I sensed that she was watching over me from atop the massive columns in the hypostyle hall. Her triangular face framed by a Marlo Thomas-like hairdo, her ears attuned to the cosmic music, receptive, listening beyond the noise of the mundane world. And her smile? It radiated a frequency of harmony, filling the entire temple with its resonance.

Ascending to Higher Consciousness

Climbing the stairs to the rooftop, my eyes traced every one of the sacred carvings on the walls, beautiful feminine figures drumming and shaking celestial rattles, the sistrums beckoning the kundalini to rise.

And then, as if it couldn’t get any better, it did.

The Circular Zodiac: The Hero’s Journey

In a small room on the rooftop, I discovered the circular zodiac, the entire cast of the hero’s journey arranged in their proper places with the thirty-six decans standing as archetypes for the pilgrim seeking the great mystery of life.

The energy was overwhelming, and heart opening. This was my temple. The heart chakra in stone. It melted me. I hadn’t thought my heart was frozen…but in truth, in many ways, it was.

Reflections: Melting What Was Frozen

Looking back, I realise that stepping into Hathor’s temple wasn’t just a journey through an ancient site, it was a journey into myself. At the time, I didn’t fully grasp the depth of my own healing that was taking place. I thought my heart was open, but standing beneath that celestial map, feeling the pulse of the temple in my own body, I understood that parts of me had been frozen. Not in an obvious way, but in the quiet spaces where old wounds and forgotten fears lingered.

Hathor’s Wisdom: The Feminine Divine

Hathor is the embodiment of wisdom and love as she is able to hold the heart of Horus within her own. She was showing me that it’s the right-brain perception that sustains context, the ability to hold space for harmony and integration. While Horus (her consort) symbolises vision and structure, it is the feminine force of love that brings balance, guiding the masculine toward unity rather than separation. I knew immediately that this is the essence of true power, the capacity to hold, to harmonize and to create through love.

Carrying Hathor’s Message

Beloved Hathor, with her ever-present gaze, was inviting me to soften, to embody love not just as a concept, but as a force that moves through everything. Even now, years later, I find that when life tests me, I return to that moment. I remember the celestial rhythms, the sacred music carved into stone, the drumming goddesses calling forth awakening. And I ask myself: Am I allowing love to move freely through me? Am I willing to make my heart into a container, big enough to hold space for unconditional love?

Dendera was more than a temple; it was a mirror. A mirror that continues to reflect the power of the feminine face of the Divine, the wisdom of the heart, and the truth that love, when we surrender to it, melts all that was once frozen.

Funny, isn’t it? Now, whenever I hear or hum Frozen, I feel Spirit nestled within the realm of right-brain perception, singing to me. I hear Hathor’s whispered message: “If I could melt your heart, we’d never be apart.” And in that moment, I reflect on the weight of love and forgiveness…the ache of holding on to blame and regret and the grace of letting go. Then, Hathors voice returns: “Give yourself to me,” and without missing a beat, I remember… I hold the key.

In love, praise and gratitude to the great Cosmic Mother Hathor, and to Madonna for the truth in music.

Dehyana