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SHE HAS WALKED THESE SANDS BEFORE . . . AND SHALL AGAIN!   (Part 2)

5/30/2018

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The etheric journeyer Seshat Akh Sekhem continues her plea to Anubis:

. . . . ​THE SPHINX stands in mute guardianship over the secret Temple of Star Doorways that lies hidden deep within its belly. The stone beast guards – in the ancient past, its form that of Anubis; changed carefully to that of the lion-headed in the age of Leo; the head much later viciously transformed to suit the ego of a pharaoh – the Necropolis, the Restau. It keeps secret the Akashic store beneath the right paw and star doorway within—both invisible to human eyes. It is there that I, Seshat Akh Sekhem, quell zeal and inquire of Anpu (Ancient Name of the Jackal, Anubis) to open the gateway between the worlds. He alone decides when the time will be right for me to step forward with my petition . . . and so I must obediently, keep patience held within my breast. Even I tremble in his great dark presence. I must also honor his impressive stature and wisdom. At last, I see his piercing amber eyes center upon me, seemingly boring deep into the core of my mind. Oh, my voice catches in my throat, but only for a moment . . . then I force it to form my words and begin.

“She is here, Great Anpu. She comes to our land on a great silver bird, greater in size then the most beautiful and extraordinary golden falcon, Horus,” I speak, yet wonder if my tone is too eager or childish.
     
Anubis stands calmly, silent and clearly contemplating his words . . . then, after what seems many minutes, he speaks: “It is not yet time. She is not yet prepared. She not yet comprehends her worthiness or inner self. Be patient a bit longer, little one . . . soon enough, I shall open the way that your ka and her soul may reunite.”

“But, I have already touched her spirit soul in the dreaming time. I have sent my blessings into her keeping. I’ve placed our name upon her sleeping lips, but she now asks for more; but no answers have been permitted and she grows fearful that the shadows speak, not I . . . and I now implore . . .” 

Anubis raises his powerful hand-paw, stopping my words. “I ask that you be patient! Obey me. I am the way-shower who shall recognize when she is ready to accept us. Indeed, the dust of the ages lies thick upon the path she yet must walk before . . .”

“WHEN!” I cry out, impertinence ringing like a fine brass bell that echoes in the emptiness of the Sphinx interior. Immediately, I know my foolishness for I see the oval jackal eyes become gleaming red slits and I feel the blast of his anger flash as invisible flames past my face. I’m sorry, ashamed of my impetuousness, the thoughts form, but refuse to take wing from my lips for my shame.

“We Neteru shall make the decision . . . not a mere Walker Among the Mists, even one known to be High Priestess of Seshat and Tehuti. I tell you this . . . only when her soul memories are again awakened from their slumber or fear; thusly, a mind/heart/soul shall be re-membered, as Isis magically reconstructed the body parts (re-membered) Osiris to bear his son, Horus. That is the readiness, an initiation of sorts, that she must obtain. Know that I am not so unfeeling as you are thinking just now . . . aiwa, your thoughts are clear to mine. It would be a regrettable error to rush the joining for it might shatter trust into tiny glass shards and make space for ancient fears to drag her mind into a dark place of misinterpretation. I must not judge her ab/heart nor should we of the etheric realms. When I feel she can be entrusted with the past truths and become a willing keeper of our ancient wisdom and wisely use her perception of Ma’at, her Cosmic Balance and Feather of Truth, then . . . I shall gladly insert my golden key of Ta-Sheta, that which opens the Realms of Time and No-Time, Life and Death, 12 Gates of Day and 12 of Night, as well as the Akashic Records and Map for Traversing the matching Rivers of Below, the Nile and the Lower Nile of the Duat and that of the River of Stars (The Milky Way) Above.”

“Shall I . . . may I ask that you guide her to the correct place or present her a time and situation for her rightful initiation?”

“First, I await the making of judgement to assess her truth and readiness to have her heart weighed against the Feather of Ma’at to determine when there is a lightness of heart within her breast. Oh, by the flashing of icy fear in your eyes, you have misunderstood. Though you must think of me as cold-hearted in her regard, I shall guide her with my cleverness to the proper time and place for a Shamanic, Spiritual Death, which shall break her free of the dark issues, fears and old ideas and beliefs that no longer serve and open the way for her soul to evolve toward the light and its highest good—or have you forgotten that it was my leadership that aided in your adept becoming?”

I take breath as Anubis’s voice softens. While the light inside the Sphinx is muted, I could see well enough to note the wry smile splitting the lips of the ebony muzzle and the gleam of his ivory canine teeth. A simple – albeit somewhat upsetting but reassurance from the stoic Anubis – that put my mind at ease that he would keep his promise; but only in his time. I know there is no point in trying to change his mind. The bartering was clearly over.

“Only when she can be entrusted with the past and present, shall you and she be allowed access to a shared future. Only then can you be allowed to show her the secrets that are hidden within her own mind and heart . . . where you both shall be reunited, heart to heart, mind to mind, ka to soul, past life to present lives.”
My disappointment ached within, turning my mood a morose black. As my rubbery legs dropped me onto the granite ledge along the side wall, I adjusted my expression for it would be inappropriate to dishonor Anubis with any sign of disagreement or upset. With a deep breath, I made the appropriate gestures of respect. He closed his eyes and turned away, signaling there would be no further consideration given my desire today. The idea of the doorway between worlds and dimensions remaining tightly closed and locked until an unknowable future date was upsetting enough, but I knew better than openly display displeasure or spoil a future meeting with Anubis to ask his reconsideration.

Alas . . . I'm left feeling as the petulant child whose tantrum bubbled within, but only for a few moments before it quieted once more. Of course, I knew my place and reclaimed myself as the priestess and walker among the mists and stars. Oh, I decided to save the nurturing of my black moodiness for when I was alone later; for this morose moment, I chose mentally reiterating the denied request made here inside the Stargate Temple hidden inside the stoic, secretive Sphinx.

1 Comment
Amanda
6/29/2018 06:49:45 pm

Finally read this and as usual very good!
~Raven

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