SAH SEKHEM SAHU -- Em Hotep shall I forever dream of ancient lives and many fantastical realms through which my soul has walked, especially the many upon which my feet have trod through the sands of Egypt; always remembering clearly each place of my belonging. Like magical wings of gold shall the remembering take its soul-return by whatever means intelligence or intuition prefers to utilize as transport to a place where memories await one's return; even if for only a moment of deja vu or night-long dreaming. By whatever means the Ka shares a part of its horde, those magical wings can take flight and land upon any of lifetime's many realms/dimensions/worlds.
It is by purity of desire for truth and LOVE combined to become the only KEY necessary for anyone who desires to become a SEEKER AMONG THE NETERU ...
Thereby, finding welcome where the Neteru await truthful visitation by those seekers with magical/mystical wings strong enough to break the barrier of disbelief and enter the etheric realm of the mysteries lies open to those who seek the truth of them. And so, let me share one of those many journeys ... spreak mystical wings and fly with me, allowing inspiration, truth and the mysterious to be as the hot desert wind providing the needed lift to reach higher than you may have ever flown .......
Thus, begins a journey of SEEKING AMONG THE NETERU, images unfolding as the ka treks to the banks of the ancient depths of a secretive, mysterious NILE. Gaze across its powerful current, allowing the magical water assist the expansion of your visualization -- either mimicking my words of description or letting my words set your mind upon its own journey. We begin with the beauty of the powerful Nile; either seeing it glittering as a billion diamonds afloat upon its surface as RA gazes with fiery brilliance from above - or - seeing tKhonsu reflected on the water coated by a silvery gleam and shroud of ghostly mist hovering just at surface level during the nighttime hours.
And thus, spread your own magical wings wide and take flight, every-higher and farther on this journey of the SEEKER AMONG THE NETERU ... En Hotep we land at the right place on the banks of the Nile, fold away magical wings and board an elegant white, graceful felucca that will carry us across the powerful current, meandering through the ancient sands and time. I throw my head back and laugh to see the white sail flapping and snapping as it is battered viciously by strong winds born in the heated sands and come here to cross the river and return to their blistering realm. Thus, uttering a sing-song prayer for this journey to be productive, safe and its purpose be known in the proper time; the mysteries then revealed to me that I may comprehend their magical message/lessons.
Then, it is time for seeking ... and my eyes drift from the above to the below; gazing into the secretive murky black-green depths of the Nile. Were those voices I heard whispering from below or the slap and swish of water licking at the sides of the felucca? I might ask, but know the water will refuse a reply for the Nile, like a Sphinx, reveals not the secret that I must discover using the heart; not the ego/mind. That mystery is personal and does NOT fit all like comfortable shoes. Therefore, I relax on the hard wooden seat, stare at the hypnotic rippling beneath the boat and give little notice to the snapping, sniping of the sail for I know its song is one of misdirection taunting me from the depth of mystery yet to be discovered as I shall now become ... A SEEKER AMONG THE NETERU.
Upon this enigmatic journey, I now look down where the Nile's waves lap the bow and I see them ... Hack and Hapi stare up with mouths gaping, full of jagged sharp teeth and they laugh. Their green watery eyes are skeptical that I have the courage to step from this bubble of reality where we circle and enter Tasheta, the place of no time. Indeed, I shall, I breathe deeply and fill with defiance as the voices of the leaders intertwine like a melodic key that opens the veiled doorway so that I may slip through.
Set hears and is angered that his hated brother is about to be re-membered yet again and sends his desert wind to sweep through in chaotic haste, salted with the flavor of sand. Yet, I pay him no heed. Let him try to dissuade, distract and dis-member my mummified form slipping easily deeper into dark Nile waters like Osiris did before separated from his beloved Isis.
Crocodile teeth begin their work. The linen bandages tighten about my body and stain crimson with lifeblood as the razor-like teeth render, rip and tear asunder while physical ears filter the verbal instructions of the teachers. In spite of bodily reactions to the visual journey through the consciousness responding to the story spoken, yet involuntary muscle spasms, the threat of suffocation and stabs of painful energy shock me like a cosmic cattle prod. Only the application of such effects can shove my mind close enough that it willingly moves through the transfiguration or fear will stop the process before it is finished. I am floating within the energy now, mimicking the breathing of green Osiris as rise above the water, filling with the light of Ra. A vivid rainbow of swirling colors swirl entwine me within their corresponding vibrations like the notes of the grandest musical scale. My body is the tuning fork.
Alas, Anubis and Thoth wait as I open my eyes, the remembered child, stepping as from Khnum’s own pottery wheel freshly formed and shining new. Clutched tightly in my hands I discover a thread clipped from Neith’s own hair, my lifeline returned anew. I am no longer Osiris for the mummy wrappings have vanished, yet I know I am the reborn, renewed aspect of his story forever forward.
Thoth steps closer and whispers into my ear speaking my Ren, which I have waited so long to hear. The portal opens once more. Anubis smiles with eyes that glow with a deep shade of green, gesturing that it is time for me to step back into my own world once more. You have much to do for us there, he imparts to my mind. I step through reluctantly, although hearing the call of Nicki that we return. There is a sting to reentering reality. It is only a small electrical charge, which centers me into my being once more.
Phew, grains of sand remain on dry lips. Set may have been defeated this time, but he smiles to realize that I have learned that he is always the other side of Ma’at, a part of the whole. Without chaos, I would become stagnant energy without motivation to push harder to achieve the changes I need. He will not stop the divine within or block enlightenment, rather empower the development of my sahu and that which I choose to become-that which shines from RA into the darkness of innocence; every upwards; ever seeking; ever evolving . . . ever accepting of the mysteries and wisdom of the ancients.
It is by purity of desire for truth and LOVE combined to become the only KEY necessary for anyone who desires to become a SEEKER AMONG THE NETERU ...
Thereby, finding welcome where the Neteru await truthful visitation by those seekers with magical/mystical wings strong enough to break the barrier of disbelief and enter the etheric realm of the mysteries lies open to those who seek the truth of them. And so, let me share one of those many journeys ... spreak mystical wings and fly with me, allowing inspiration, truth and the mysterious to be as the hot desert wind providing the needed lift to reach higher than you may have ever flown .......
Thus, begins a journey of SEEKING AMONG THE NETERU, images unfolding as the ka treks to the banks of the ancient depths of a secretive, mysterious NILE. Gaze across its powerful current, allowing the magical water assist the expansion of your visualization -- either mimicking my words of description or letting my words set your mind upon its own journey. We begin with the beauty of the powerful Nile; either seeing it glittering as a billion diamonds afloat upon its surface as RA gazes with fiery brilliance from above - or - seeing tKhonsu reflected on the water coated by a silvery gleam and shroud of ghostly mist hovering just at surface level during the nighttime hours.
And thus, spread your own magical wings wide and take flight, every-higher and farther on this journey of the SEEKER AMONG THE NETERU ... En Hotep we land at the right place on the banks of the Nile, fold away magical wings and board an elegant white, graceful felucca that will carry us across the powerful current, meandering through the ancient sands and time. I throw my head back and laugh to see the white sail flapping and snapping as it is battered viciously by strong winds born in the heated sands and come here to cross the river and return to their blistering realm. Thus, uttering a sing-song prayer for this journey to be productive, safe and its purpose be known in the proper time; the mysteries then revealed to me that I may comprehend their magical message/lessons.
Then, it is time for seeking ... and my eyes drift from the above to the below; gazing into the secretive murky black-green depths of the Nile. Were those voices I heard whispering from below or the slap and swish of water licking at the sides of the felucca? I might ask, but know the water will refuse a reply for the Nile, like a Sphinx, reveals not the secret that I must discover using the heart; not the ego/mind. That mystery is personal and does NOT fit all like comfortable shoes. Therefore, I relax on the hard wooden seat, stare at the hypnotic rippling beneath the boat and give little notice to the snapping, sniping of the sail for I know its song is one of misdirection taunting me from the depth of mystery yet to be discovered as I shall now become ... A SEEKER AMONG THE NETERU.
Upon this enigmatic journey, I now look down where the Nile's waves lap the bow and I see them ... Hack and Hapi stare up with mouths gaping, full of jagged sharp teeth and they laugh. Their green watery eyes are skeptical that I have the courage to step from this bubble of reality where we circle and enter Tasheta, the place of no time. Indeed, I shall, I breathe deeply and fill with defiance as the voices of the leaders intertwine like a melodic key that opens the veiled doorway so that I may slip through.
Set hears and is angered that his hated brother is about to be re-membered yet again and sends his desert wind to sweep through in chaotic haste, salted with the flavor of sand. Yet, I pay him no heed. Let him try to dissuade, distract and dis-member my mummified form slipping easily deeper into dark Nile waters like Osiris did before separated from his beloved Isis.
Crocodile teeth begin their work. The linen bandages tighten about my body and stain crimson with lifeblood as the razor-like teeth render, rip and tear asunder while physical ears filter the verbal instructions of the teachers. In spite of bodily reactions to the visual journey through the consciousness responding to the story spoken, yet involuntary muscle spasms, the threat of suffocation and stabs of painful energy shock me like a cosmic cattle prod. Only the application of such effects can shove my mind close enough that it willingly moves through the transfiguration or fear will stop the process before it is finished. I am floating within the energy now, mimicking the breathing of green Osiris as rise above the water, filling with the light of Ra. A vivid rainbow of swirling colors swirl entwine me within their corresponding vibrations like the notes of the grandest musical scale. My body is the tuning fork.
Alas, Anubis and Thoth wait as I open my eyes, the remembered child, stepping as from Khnum’s own pottery wheel freshly formed and shining new. Clutched tightly in my hands I discover a thread clipped from Neith’s own hair, my lifeline returned anew. I am no longer Osiris for the mummy wrappings have vanished, yet I know I am the reborn, renewed aspect of his story forever forward.
Thoth steps closer and whispers into my ear speaking my Ren, which I have waited so long to hear. The portal opens once more. Anubis smiles with eyes that glow with a deep shade of green, gesturing that it is time for me to step back into my own world once more. You have much to do for us there, he imparts to my mind. I step through reluctantly, although hearing the call of Nicki that we return. There is a sting to reentering reality. It is only a small electrical charge, which centers me into my being once more.
Phew, grains of sand remain on dry lips. Set may have been defeated this time, but he smiles to realize that I have learned that he is always the other side of Ma’at, a part of the whole. Without chaos, I would become stagnant energy without motivation to push harder to achieve the changes I need. He will not stop the divine within or block enlightenment, rather empower the development of my sahu and that which I choose to become-that which shines from RA into the darkness of innocence; every upwards; ever seeking; ever evolving . . . ever accepting of the mysteries and wisdom of the ancients.
