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.
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!
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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.
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!