One of my greatest joys has always been the exploration of other cultures and religions. I remember being about seven years old and immersed in the history and culture of Egypt. I recall having a huge book about Ancient Egypt on my lap, looking at the pictures on the pages and reading about the old process of mummification. I constantly felt like something was tugging at my brain, begging to be remembered, when I read about the stories of the afterlife and the significance of mummification in this. The statues and paintings found in the tombs and temples had a certain style and colour to them that I found fascinating, too, and it was almost like I'd "seen them before".
I felt amusement enter my body. I can't really describe it otherwise. It wasn't my feeling of amusement, being more in a state of recognition and confusion myself, and I remember the warmth associated with it. It was a bit like the feeling you get when you see the laughter and joy of someone you love.. the smile, the soft laugh and the warmth in their eyes.. My blood was practically drumming in my ears, sounding almost like the flutter of wings, and I think I shook my head about a dozen times trying to clear the very imposing feeling I got from it.
I don't really know.. I can't actually give a voice to how she spoke to me.. All I recall is that I could really hear someone say to me "I'll come back for you when you are older, my child". I felt a hint of disappointment, this time firmly my own feeling, when I realised that she'd leave for some time. I think that I asked her to stay, but felt as though I shouldn't really press the issue. I asked her who she was.. that same amusement entered her voice as she said "you already know"..
.. and I did know, then, when her presence left and I saw the page I had subconsciously sought in my book. I saw the winged lady.. Isis.. I saw her stories and I saw her role in the old world.. and I knew she'd been there with me. Since that day, I have always talked to "mama Isis" (as I called her) and have received the great joy of her keeping to her promise of coming back for me. Words can't really express what her presence is like, really. She's the warmest energy I've ever felt. In a sense, her presence is very primordial in her mother-embodiment.. a great and terrible beauty, one'd say..
(copied from my response to a similar question on another forum.. closest I've come to describing the experience)