My name is Seshat Akh Sekhem . . . I am speaking from the place of ancients awaiting the rejoining of Ka with a flesh vessel. As I have walked the ancient sands of Egypt before and she shall again; the one who waits. My time was that of Kehemit’s truest glory. A time when the stars called to Khonsu, the Moon, who called to the Nile and she answered with flooding abundance. That was a time when the Neteru (gods/goddesses) walked upon the land, kissing their most beloved places with purity of purpose and welcomed the honor, offerings and love from all those of flesh. Yet, I have grown weary of this state of non-existence. Oh, for way too long have I waited and yearned to complete my Ka (soul) and once again breath the hot desert air. Oh, how I pine the reclaiming of her, becoming once more as one. My impatience grows. My search has taken me into the depths of many realms and the darkest of shadow places. Oh, therein, I did find the link between our abs (hearts) and then traced it through time and space. I grow wearier each moment that passes unfulfilled by our joining.
I wait . . . I walk unseen amidst humankind as they go about their lives so unaware that the gods have never truly left their temples or stopped listening to their pleas. Have we been forgotten or lost in this place of no time? Anubis has granted me vision to look through new eyes—eyes that do not yet remember who we were; who we are . . . but they will. I shall make myself known to her . . . I must! All about me is strangeness now. I brood over the losses of many lives, yet as the ever-shifting sand is blown by the restless winds, only loneliness feels real even as I search for her. Why is she not searching for me? Why does she not come? Why does she not seek me? Why is she not wherever I seek her?
I climb stone steps to the highest place. I look intently, but there is nothing but the expanse of sand, a ribbon river snaking across it and the canopy of azure sky overhead. She walks nowhere that I can see. Only visible to my eyes are the residual haunts that is our many pasts; remnants left of a past empire disgracefully scattered below my feet. Familiar bits of fragmented heka spells still are whispering to willing ears, but sadly cannot touch the hearts of the distrustful. Overhead, I hear Horus taking wing. He appears to those walking the earth below his sky-realm as a mere hawk, but I know he is much more elegant as a neter of the sun. Indeed, his screeching mocks me, calling out that I am foolish to meddle in the balance of Ma’at or the affairs of humankind . . . yet, I care not; I shall not listen.
My heart aches as I peruse the broken temple ruins beneath my feet. It’s immense stone blocks covered in hieroglyphs speaking of beauty and wonderment, some of the tallest pylons still stand and other fat columns lay as felled trees amongst broken mud brick debris; so much wasted rubble and shattered magic. Although they are only patina-coated ruins now, they once stood as silent sentinels, decorated with messages for the gods and sported propaganda for the masses. Oh, how I remember them humming with sacredness as the vibrational heka/akhu made by singing and chanting of priests and priestesses . . . that sacred empowerment served as daily enlivenment for my temple sites that also extended above as it did for miles outward below. Yet, I still stretch my arms outward and turn my palms downward seeking the remnants of that ancient mystical sacredness. I cry out. Only painful remorse burns in my breast for this hurtful neglect of the old ways lost. I cry harder to see such utter abandonment of our ancient magic. Yet, no tears come forth. Silently I wonder, but no answer is granted; merely a deepening of my sorry for the losses of both my temple and the one I seek. Neither stirs in response for neglect has numbed the old ways and silenced their voice.
Yet, I look and see my temple exactly as eons before. She will only see the ruin and rubble left by time. Although as the reunification comes, that will change—for her mere fragments of déjà vu dragged unwittingly from her memories and thrown across the path of now. Together we will reconnect the puzzlement that lies below and return it to when it was born in the time when the Neteru walked about in the great structures. Then what of temple and ka (soul) was broken, scarred and incomplete shall be reunited, again glorious and standing straight and tall. Alas, I care not that others laugh, calling this my folly for I know that within her beating, ready heart is a flame that only I can rekindle.
She shall walk our sands again and remember. The message was sent upon the Cosmic Scarab, Khephera, who shall soon call her from the Djet—that timeless place. Her memories stir even now, causing the restlessness of the darkest night. I’ve touched her soul (Ka) and it responded with a renewed willingness. I whispered and with my breath, I sent her our name – Seshat Akh Sekhem – and she awoke with it kissed upon sleeping lips. The flame within her ignited! Oh, I was forewarned against interfering with what she must discover yet before the re-membering begins and souls are reunited. But, she has answered my call, of that I am certain.
She will soon return HOME. We shall soon breathe the Nile breezes and dance beneath Ra and Khonsu as One. Oh, she surely returns eagerly and ready of heart, mind and spirit. She is here, I feel her presence . . . She is home, at last . . . and ever so ready to awaken to mystical Egypt and the Neteru. I shall descend this place and go to Anubis, the way shower who must open the gate between and part the veil between us.
(Part 2 - Next Month)
I wait . . . I walk unseen amidst humankind as they go about their lives so unaware that the gods have never truly left their temples or stopped listening to their pleas. Have we been forgotten or lost in this place of no time? Anubis has granted me vision to look through new eyes—eyes that do not yet remember who we were; who we are . . . but they will. I shall make myself known to her . . . I must! All about me is strangeness now. I brood over the losses of many lives, yet as the ever-shifting sand is blown by the restless winds, only loneliness feels real even as I search for her. Why is she not searching for me? Why does she not come? Why does she not seek me? Why is she not wherever I seek her?
I climb stone steps to the highest place. I look intently, but there is nothing but the expanse of sand, a ribbon river snaking across it and the canopy of azure sky overhead. She walks nowhere that I can see. Only visible to my eyes are the residual haunts that is our many pasts; remnants left of a past empire disgracefully scattered below my feet. Familiar bits of fragmented heka spells still are whispering to willing ears, but sadly cannot touch the hearts of the distrustful. Overhead, I hear Horus taking wing. He appears to those walking the earth below his sky-realm as a mere hawk, but I know he is much more elegant as a neter of the sun. Indeed, his screeching mocks me, calling out that I am foolish to meddle in the balance of Ma’at or the affairs of humankind . . . yet, I care not; I shall not listen.
My heart aches as I peruse the broken temple ruins beneath my feet. It’s immense stone blocks covered in hieroglyphs speaking of beauty and wonderment, some of the tallest pylons still stand and other fat columns lay as felled trees amongst broken mud brick debris; so much wasted rubble and shattered magic. Although they are only patina-coated ruins now, they once stood as silent sentinels, decorated with messages for the gods and sported propaganda for the masses. Oh, how I remember them humming with sacredness as the vibrational heka/akhu made by singing and chanting of priests and priestesses . . . that sacred empowerment served as daily enlivenment for my temple sites that also extended above as it did for miles outward below. Yet, I still stretch my arms outward and turn my palms downward seeking the remnants of that ancient mystical sacredness. I cry out. Only painful remorse burns in my breast for this hurtful neglect of the old ways lost. I cry harder to see such utter abandonment of our ancient magic. Yet, no tears come forth. Silently I wonder, but no answer is granted; merely a deepening of my sorry for the losses of both my temple and the one I seek. Neither stirs in response for neglect has numbed the old ways and silenced their voice.
Yet, I look and see my temple exactly as eons before. She will only see the ruin and rubble left by time. Although as the reunification comes, that will change—for her mere fragments of déjà vu dragged unwittingly from her memories and thrown across the path of now. Together we will reconnect the puzzlement that lies below and return it to when it was born in the time when the Neteru walked about in the great structures. Then what of temple and ka (soul) was broken, scarred and incomplete shall be reunited, again glorious and standing straight and tall. Alas, I care not that others laugh, calling this my folly for I know that within her beating, ready heart is a flame that only I can rekindle.
She shall walk our sands again and remember. The message was sent upon the Cosmic Scarab, Khephera, who shall soon call her from the Djet—that timeless place. Her memories stir even now, causing the restlessness of the darkest night. I’ve touched her soul (Ka) and it responded with a renewed willingness. I whispered and with my breath, I sent her our name – Seshat Akh Sekhem – and she awoke with it kissed upon sleeping lips. The flame within her ignited! Oh, I was forewarned against interfering with what she must discover yet before the re-membering begins and souls are reunited. But, she has answered my call, of that I am certain.
She will soon return HOME. We shall soon breathe the Nile breezes and dance beneath Ra and Khonsu as One. Oh, she surely returns eagerly and ready of heart, mind and spirit. She is here, I feel her presence . . . She is home, at last . . . and ever so ready to awaken to mystical Egypt and the Neteru. I shall descend this place and go to Anubis, the way shower who must open the gate between and part the veil between us.
(Part 2 - Next Month)
