Zahour -- Arabic for any "Blossom", as the Many Petaled Lotus of many metaphysical practices the full bloom only appears in the light of day. It can represent many things but here I use the metaphoric zahour to represents looking deeper into one’s life for thigs left unfinished or never even begun, at all. These undone things can refer to either this or any past lifetime as the healing of those would be Karmic resolve. Because we are all part of the holographic whole, a fragment of that is ours to change as often it affects the rest of our life -- aka the 100th monkey theory. Thus, the lotus/zahour perfectly symbolizes life for how it begins as a seed dropped into the Nile river, falling to the depths where it germinates in the thick, black muck; then in a moment of inspiration by the creator (by whatever name one chooses to refer to their Creator/God) that is like the “AHA Moment or Enlightenment spark. Thus, it begins to grow, yearning ever upwards, higher and higher until it suddenly breaches the rippling surface. A good visualization for using zahour to apply to the healing of life’s needy situations or personal issues would be that of a symbolic switchboard, imagining its wires criss-crossed and tangled. The visualization applies an imagined process of disentangling (the healing process in effect) them one wire or section at a time, until the connections are reestablished to enable proper communication or circuitry of the mind/inner self. Thus, the flow of energy is redirected anew and in a healthier way. With this healing symbolized in the story of zahour/lotus journeying toward the light, it can offer imagery for symbolic yearning of leaving behind the trials and tribulations of the old and promise of reaching, dreaming of and praying for a more productive, prosperous and happier New way of life.
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     Putrid, stinking rotting vegetation collected in the bed of the Nile basin, fertile ooze beneath the waters of Nun. Just a glimmer of light through murky water is all it will take. The eye blinks back in response to a sense of yearning, willing that the seed to seek the source of light above the surface, unable to penetrate where it lies stagnant without breath. It is the seed of a blue lotus, dormant but for the tiny glimmer of hope germinating within its heart. It cries mindlessly for suckle, sensing the hawk flying so close to the rippling current overhead.

     “Skry, come to me quickly,” Sokar screams fresh from the Halls of Amenti, knowing she will soon become the Horus once out in the morning sun.
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     The seedling sprouts, striving upward but is snagged by strange plant tendrils twisted in a mass of confusion and cannot climb further toward consciousness until free of what chokes it. If only disentangled free to breach the surface, breathing in the sweet hot air. That mass is old fear of success and the way self-pity can flourish as a convenient crutch when things are too difficult or cannot work as planned. Ego and worry sustain as a strong stem and grow stronger by the brackish water of broken emotional connections and empty arms for children never birthed. Nourished by energy used to push others away, deal with disappointment and abandonment incorrectly and fear, the strange genus has mutated into this stifling place to hide from it all.

     With fists formed by newly scaled wisdom at the realization and resolution that the ego, reptilian brain is weak without the integration of the divine mind, I am that lotus striving to grow. I yank, rip and tear at the wiry tendrils trying desperately to redirect their energy and correct its flow. Those tendrils have grown into the deepest part of my own guts so that the pain is like an electric shock, but for only a moment. Then they release their hold and I am free. It is easier than I would expect possible had it not been for the preparation that has come before within the sacred temples, lessons learned through life’s experiences and variety of rituals performed.

     Fear was once the result of yellow slits and the triple-lidded eyes of the crocodile that glares for this time I am successful, emerging from the watery dark, swimming toward the light. I know that I can embrace the past, heal old tenuous relationships and times when fear chokes me from speaking truth or creates limitations upon all that I believe thus as impossible. Instead, I chose to embrace even the painful relationships and experiences as lessons for the soul and learn to trust my heart when my mind argues otherwise. I know I can welcome all that the past has taught by experience and use the wisdom it provides to formulate the future—as difficult or productive as it must be for the highest good.
At last, the delicate blue tinged petals of the lotus open one by one; laying so gracefully and gently upon the sparkling surface, glittering as sequins under the bright sun. Satisfied, Sobek sinks back into the darkness, his task finished. He passes the task to the russet hawk soaring overhead a symbol of the heightened mind and whose wings touch the heart, granting it the will to fly. Ra hovers at the zenith of the sky where he becomes Khephera with an iridescent black shell.

    While this lesson may take many forms, the messages from the Spirit world of the ancient Egyptian Neteru shall be welcomed regardless of the form they choose to reveal themselves to us; so many forms and ways of which one can only imagine. Hope then is given unto all that there be no cause for self-doubt, but only to sense, feel and to know. Let the inspiration from this application be evident in however it fits your realization; that is my only wish for all who willingly considers and yearns to comprehend the quest of the lotus/zahour.

                                                              A BLESSED, PROSPEROUS AND JOY-FILLED LIFE TO ALL!

As I began choosing a message for August, I caught the newscast about the hurricane and devastation left in its wake. Although this essay was written from inspiration and a shamanic ritual at the Temple of Khnum (Elephantine Island, Aswan, Egypt), the imagery can be applied to each individual as appropriate for their current life experiences. The basis for this comes from the mythological neter Khnum, as the one responsible for physical creation. The myth tells us that the neter creates all living forms from the muck at the bottom of the life-giving Nile, mixed with the sandy soil of Egypt and then he shapes each being like a clay pot upon his potter’s wheel. When satisfied with the form, he breathes upon or into it, which imbues it with LIFE. Thus, the idea here is that we can use this imagery to “Make or RECREATE our personal VESSEL/Body/personality as needed. It doesn’t matter whether life has treated us badly or things are sailing along beautifully; as the seasons slowly change around us, so one may address the changes positive or negative needed, imagine this recreation of what is needed to enhance or correct and then imagine having the ability of Khnum to pretend breathing life into our vessel--thus, creating or recreating our life vessel -- AS IT MOST RELATES TO THE NEEDS OF YOUR SPIRIT PURPOSE/LIFE PATH.
The imagery can be varied to work with the individual belief or sensibility; thereby, personalizing it to you and your situation or experiences. While I have chosen this example from Egyptian Mythology, the vividness of the concept is truly one that equates to what people describe nowadays as -- REINVENTING themselves. The changing chaotic things we all experience come at us from every direction some days and the next, experiences are positively rewarding and wonderfully progressive. I thus thought this essay might be helpful as inspiration for those times of OMG just as well as the AHA moments as we learn to walk our own walk, speaking our truth and most of all learning to respect others to do the same as befitting their truths.
And so . . . whether one is in the process of tearing asunder what is negative in their life or celebrating accomplishments and moving on with positive experiences, my hope is that this will inspire the making or remaking of your vessel--the physical body in which your DIVINE ESSENCE resides.

                                                                             THE MAKING OF A VESSEL

It was certainly a difficult struggle from the slime and mud as the lotus, yet it was a journey in measurable increments. Khnum demands so much more. He displays the symbolic horns, which remind us that our journey is upon the waters of the Nile and within the spiral of the DNA wherein lay the cellular memory of all our lifetimes across all time.

Step by painful step and each asthmatic gasp in the intense heat of the day, I climb the mud brick and stone steps leading through four or five layers of history. Hundreds of years of living and working represented by each level of homes stacked one on top of the other and unaware of those who dwelled below and before or would build upon theirs in the future. It occurs to me that climbing up through these ruins I was furiously ripping away the sheets of a calendar but by the year rather than the day. The eons blurred together until only now existed.
In the heat, I could only imagine the ghostly faces peering from the windowless houses to watch the strangely dressed people who were walking past oblivious of their residual existence. Did anyone care that the memories had been recorded in the fabric of time and played repeatedly, unknown, unheard and unseen by visitors and archeologists who come.

Atop all that invisible living, we find all that remains of Khnum’s temple. Broken pieces of granite blocks and fragmented stone floors. Only two pylons still stand joined at the top with a lovely lintel. Many fragmented spells or messages remain on many of the blocks and a few picture images as well. The presence of these pylons still give the sense that it was once and always shall be a sacred place of Khnum, the ram who sees, hears and decides the plight of the people who live along his great river, Nile. He has cared for them for thousands of years. He will continue to do so for as long as he is remembered with the speaking of his name by all who come here.

We walk reverently through the pylons and circle around a gigantic round altar stone, reminiscent of a pottery wheel, which can no longer spine for its size, weight and lack of turning mechanism. Yet as co-creators with the Neteru, we have earned the right to work here. We have the power to visualize our desire, our own potential or destiny and the great wheel spins. We will form a new vessel to contain all that we hope for and our greatest possibilities. We breathe the heart breath, exhale and suck it in again. We make a connection deep into the earth’s core and up into the stars, to stand here: As above, so below. Our visualizing energizes the wheel spinning it faster, blurring with the speed. Khephera, the great black dung beetle, works his pincers and mandible to push and roll the clay from its origin as fertile mud at the bottom of the Nile up to be the clay we drop onto the spinning wheel. Water from a cistern poured over the clay, moistening and shaping the once fertile sludge coagulated as clay and it is malleable in our hands.
Centrifugal force such as the cataract whirlpools roiling rapidly in the great river below, the vessel begins to take a shape coaxed by creative hands. Each container varies by the dreamer and is hardened by baking in the fires within each belly, which contains the flames and embers ignited by the Egyptian Mystery rites that have come before this moment.

There on the stone, I see my vessel/desire. Even though the visualization was to create the vessel from formlessness, mine appeared instantly and in finished form as if I had poured a mold rather than manipulated clay. There exact in every minute detail, I saw a statue of the scribe, which I remembered from the Egyptian Museum. In fact, the paint was also old and chipped as if I had copied the ancient statue exactly in my mind in order to be the vessel for my dream to become the writer or scribe.
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Feel free to reinvent the imagery to suit YOU, but remember that the journey itself is a universal metaphor applicable to ????? whatever culture, individual ideals or whim! We are learning to become the creator. Therefore, I wrote of the experience just as it flowed and without any actual plan or prompt.

Original Channeling March 2011 @ 2:00 AM in Mena House, Giza, Egypt; then, during an early morning meditation today, Thoth/Tehuti appeared in my mind and, among some other things, reminded me of this profound message, telling me it was very pertinent for US all NOW... During that mental meandering along the path of remembering my time in Egypt (each of the 4 previous journeys holding their own brand of enlightenment, soul development and remembering and inspiration, so it occurred to me that I should share this message with the idea that Thoth intends it to "fit" with your current situation in some way or many ways. Ahlem to those who have and are awake to the mysteriesl and wonders of the Neteru as their name is the source word of "NATURE" in every way for a message from the Keeper of Time/Akasha Records, Thoth (ancient name: Tehuti) and one of my most significant Egyptian guides through which I find personal truth within his words -- I hope the same for my readers. (Ahlen means Hello, it may be the welcome to and from any location that suits your personal heart and soul.)  (PS, the reference to "returning again" that caught attention is that I am planning to return to Egypt with Indigo Renlov and Normandi Ellis next March (Mysteries of Egypt, Tours)
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Thoth/Tehuti spoke today, reminding and bringing peace to my heart:   "Ahlen to the wanderer – You have found your way home, Egypt and soon will return to us again."
Let me answer the question I have seen adrift in your mind . . . The Neteru are the ancient ones; oh, not gods in the way of something to be feared or used for dark purposes of manipulation of others. We are ethereal beings – untouchable, ineffable, unknowable and Divine – but our light/energy is not too bright to look upon for we are archetypal energy-beings, you may find us to be as others know to be gods/goddesses and if you wish to seek to know us again, look with equally kind eyes and heart and we shall be found. In the time of the Beginning, we walked the earth with humankind, but you shall also evolve spiritually and be/become . . . Some know us as the Ascended Masters and by many other cultural diverse names, but anyone who wills it may still walk with us among the mists in trance/meditation or dreams. You can hear our whispering if you listen carefully with an open mind and heart for we reside within the dark places in our ruined temples yet; the stone was infused with our worship and essence and may yet be reawakened by those who will it so for the stone remembers our heka/magic as it does our essence and purity of spirit.

There is but a few dimensional layers of separating you from us – as the erotic dance of seven veils, the layers are as silk but etheric shifts of energy; each more elegantly beautiful than the one before. As a dancer stripped each veil away from her body writhing with music, so you may strip away layers of supernatural mystery for knowledge is but a form of unchangeable energy that allows eventual access to my Akashic Records and therein lies the nakedness of your life/story in the greatest detail and open to a human heart – but only if you are willing to share your heartbeats to create the drumbeat rhythm of the dance with the gods/Neteru for then you shall know us as we know you; as you once knew us in the purity of spirit and understanding, acceptance and . . . AS ABOVE; SO BELOG  AS WITHIN; SO WITHOUT.

We wish to share with humankind who have forgotten what we remember and ignore how we reach with golden bones for the hands of flesh. Come dance with us, the dance of the Neteru through time, space and even your science for truth cannot exist without the balance of all three – better known as Ma’at goddess of Cosmic Balance. When we both pull closer to the other, equally eager for the rejoining, remerging and reconnection . . . then, you shall have re-membered as an energy being (as Isis re-membered the precious pieces of Osirus) . . . therefore, it has already been done.
Each person who embarks on this spiritual journey stands at a place of timelessness – in the NOW – no matter the moment they decide to inquire that which bides within, they need only remember that by that knowing, it is already answered. Each shall find their answer or truth – likely not at that moment when asked, but rather at the correct timing for them to remember. Fear is but a passing fancy of the ego, which is within god/goddess/Neteru or human, alike. We share that need to balance aspects such as light/dark, yin/yang, good/evil and truth/deception as these are natural or nature, a word derived from our collective title – Neteru.

I close with this imagery of the Neteru – as goddess/gods, we shall forever paint our existence in watercolor hues, born from pure vibrations as the colors in a rainbow . . . each being but smoke to the mind, an essence so subtle and gentle within, yet with a raging strength that flows from the brush of time . . . thus, as analogous entities, we may walk upon the earth seen or unseen, fly across the skies, swim in the waters or brave the fires ignited by spirit, emotion and things of the physical realm. Alas, we shall walk hand-in-hand with you if you desire it so and take you along the pathway into a future not-yet-determined and that shall be born from thought, will and deed of those who remember/re-member us. We are always nearby, willingly we shall respond if invoked or evoked, but only by those who seek truth or dare to ask the ancient mysteries. No matter the name you call out, a heart open for communion with the gods/goddesses, whether by ancient or new names, may know us as beings wishing only to be truly understood and trustworthy only to those who seek nothing more than . . . TRUE WISDOM.

Sah Sekhem Sahu,
Thoth/Tehuti