Shemsu Ramblings

Genesh

2009-09-14T06:14:00.000-07:00

One day, Lord Shiva and Lady Parvati called the Devas (and I assume the Devi's as well) and said if you can run around the world 3x's and win you will be revared above all others. (Im sure the speech was longer but Im summing up here) So they all took off.
I imagine Genesh standing there going hmmmmm this certainly isnt going to work for me.... hmmm oh well...
Then he walked around Lord Shiva and Lady Parvati three times.
As Lord Shiva and Lady Parvati are the world in which we live, the passive and active aspects of life and the universe Shiva/Shakti... Genesh was ENTIRELY correct.
Hence Genesh is revered FIRST, and for his wisdom... oh remover of obstacles !

Shiva Tandava Stotram

2009-09-14T05:55:00.000-07:00

Jatatavee gala jjala pravaha pavitha sthale,
Gale avalabhya lambithaam bhujanga thunga malikaam,
Dama ddama dama ddama ninnadava damarvayam,
Chakara chanda thandavam thanothu na shiva shivam. 1

Jata kataha sambhramabrama nillimpa nirjari,
Vilola veechi vallari viraja mana moordhani,
Dhaga dhaga daga jjwala lalata patta pavake,
Kishora Chandra shekare rathi prathi kshanam mama. 2

Dara darendra nandini vilasa bhandhu bhandura,
Sphuradigantha santhathi pramodha mana manase,
Krupa kadaksha dhorani niruddha durdharapadi,
Kwachi digambare mano vinodhamethu vasthuni. 3

Jada bhujanga pingala sphurath phana mani prabha,
Kadamba kumkuma drava praliptha digwadhu mukhe,
Madhandha sindhura sphurathwagu utthariya medhure,
Mano vinodhamadhbutham bibarthu bhootha bharthari. 4

Sahasra lochana prabhoothyasesha lekha shekhara,
Prasoona dhooli dhorani vidhu sarangri peedabhu,
Bhujangaraja Malaya nibhadha jada jhootaka,
Sriyai chiraya jayatham chakora bandhu shekhara. 5

Lalata chathwara jwaladhanam jaya sphulingabha,
Nipeetha pancha sayagam saman nilimpanayakam,
Sudha mayookha lekhaya virajamana shekharam,
Maha kapali sampade, siro jadalamasthu na. 6

Karala bhala pattika dhagadhaga jjwala,
Ddhanam jayahuthi krutha prachanda pancha sayage ,
Dharadharendra nandhini kuchagra chithrapathraka,
Prakalpanaika shilpini, trilochane rather mama. 7

Naveena megha mandali nirudha durdharath sphurath,
Kahoo niseedhi neethama prabhandha bandha kandhara,
Nilimpa nirjari darsthanothu kruthi sindhura,
Kala nidhana bandhura sriyam jagat durandhara. 8

Prafulla neela pankaja prapancha kalima prabha,
Valambhi kanda kanthali ruchi prabandha kandharam,
Smarschidham puraschidham bhavaschidham makhachidham,
Gajachidandakachidham tham anthakachidham bhaje. 9

Agarva sarva mangalaa kalaa kadamba manjari,
Rasa pravaha madhuri vijrumbha mana madhu vrtham,
Suranthakam, paranthakam, bhavanthakam, makhandakam,
Gajandhakandhakandakam thamanthakanthakam bhaje. 10

Jayathwadhabra vibramadbujaamga maswasath,
Vinirgamath, kramasphurath, karala bhala havya vat,
Dhimi dhimi dhimi dhwanan mrudanga thunga mangala,
Dhwani karma pravarthitha prachanda thandawa shiva. 11

Drusha dwichi thra thalpayor bhujanga moukthika srajo,
Garishta rathna loshtayo suhrudhwi paksha pakshayo,
Trunara vinda chakshusho praja mahee mahendrayo,
Samapravarthika kadha sadashivam bhajamyaham. 12

Kada nilampa nirjaree nikunja kotare vasan,
Vimuktha durmathee sada sirasthanjaleem vahan,
Vilola lola lochano lalama bhala lagnaka,
Shivethi manthamucharan kada sukhee bhavamyaham. 13

Imam hi nithya meva muktha muthamothamam sthavam,
Padan, smaran broovan naro vishudhimethi santhatham,
Hare Gurou subhakthimasu yathi nanyadha gatheem,
Vimohinam hi dehinaam sushakarasya chithanam. 14

Poojavasana samaye dasa vakhra geetham,
Ya shambhu poojana param padthi pradhoshe,
Thasya sthiraam radha gajendra thuranga yuktham,
Lakshmeem sadaiva sumukheem pradadathi shambu. 15

Negitive Confession

2009-07-28T13:19:00.000-07:00

Taken from The Wisdom of Maat by Dr. Muata Ashby

(I have not)

1. done what is wrong / vaiant: I have not acted with falsehood
2. robbed with violence
3. done violence (to anyone or anything) Variant: I have not been rapacious (taking by force; plundering)
4. commited theft /variant: I have not coveted
5. murdered men or woman / Variant: I have not ordered someone else to commit murder
6. defrauded offerings / variant: not destroyed food supplies or increased or decresed the measures to profit)
7. acted deceitfully / vairant: I have not acted with crookedness
8. robbed the things that belong to god
9. told no lies
10. snatched away food
11. uttered evil words / variant: allowed myself to become sullen, to sulk or become depressed
12. attacked no one
13. slaughtered the callte that are set apart for the gods/ variant: slaughttered the sacred bull (apis)
14. eaten my heart (been overcome with anguih and distraught) / variant: committed purgery
15. laid wast the ploughed lands
16. been an eavesdropper or pried into matters to make mischief
17. spoken against anyon / variant: babbled, gossiped
18. allowed myself to become angry with out cause
19. commited adultery /variant: committed homosexuality
20. committed any sin against my own purity
21.. voilated sacred times and seasons
22. done that which is abominable
23. uttered fiery words. been a man of anger
24. stopped my ear listeninng to the words of right and wrong (Ma'at)
25. stirred up strife (disturbance) cause terror. not struck fear into any man
26. cause anyone to weep /variant: hoodwinked
27. lusted or committed fornication nor have I lain with others of my same sex varient/ I have not molested children
28. avenged myself /variant: cultivated resentment
29. Worked grief, abused anyone / cultivated a quarrelsome nature
30. acted insolently or with violence
31. judged hastely varient/been impatient
32. transgressed or angered god
33. multiplied my speech o vermuch (talked to much)
34. done harm or evil /variant: thought evil
35. worked treason or curses on the king
36. befouled water variant/ held back the water from flowing in its season
37. spoken scornfully / variant: yelled unnecessarily or raised my voice
38. I have not cured god
39. behaved with arrogance / variance: been boastfull
40. been overwhelmingly proud or sought for distinctions for myslef
41. never magnifid my condition beyond what was fitting or increased my wealth, except with such things as are (justly) mine own possessions by means of Ma'at. / variant: I ahve not disputed over pssessions except when they concern my own rightful possessions. / variant: I have not desired more than what is rightfully mine.
42. I have never thought evil (blaphemed) or slighted the god in my native town

This is THE BEGINNING, and its probably the last thing people think about when they ask me to teach them. Ethics.
Im not sure if its because now people just assume the 'teacher' will not go over this, or insist they have any ? When I
started studdying seriously with my first teacher, this was my beginning. There are many text out there that discuss
"proper behavior" from Anqeshok to Ptah-Hotep. Many who have approached me asking about Ancient Egyptian
Magick are usually not thinking they are going to get lessions in proper behavoir. Usually they do expect to lear at
least about the dieties. One of my former students mentioned, after reviewing a lession plan for a group, introducing
Kemet/Tamery (ancient egypt) and her dieties grumbled that he learned more editing that than he had from me in the
six months I had taken him on.

My favorite excersis, that seemed to take students more than two weeks to do was to go through this list and write one
or two thoughts in regards to how it is still aplicable today. I also had in my possession another book by Dr. Ashby, a
study guide for the negitive confession where he broke them down into sections, for example Right Speach, Right
Behavior and other such things, and then included text from kemetic Saages and how certain aspects were cariied
over into the 10 Commandments.

My Teacher explained very long ago that the priests of her temple would Read this In the morning after waking and then
again in the evening before going to sleep. I think this should be touched on, as this activity helps you keep yourself in
check so to speak. Of course the negitive confession appears in more than the book of going forth by day/ aka the papyrus
of Ani. It was part of a manuscript burried with the dead, in order to assist them in thier afterlife. Though I have herd of the
practice of reading it when a loved one dies. There isn't just ONE negitive confession to be found in ancient text,
sometimes there are 30 or more than 42, sometimes its in the manner of a brief statement, insted of many declariations.

This alwsys make me thin of the Four Noble Truthes and the Eigthfold Path. Life is suffering. The origin of this suffering,
is because people have attatchments.Attatchments can be 'let go' aka the cessasion of suffering the last noble truth
is the path to the cessasion of sufffering through the Eight Fold Path.

Prajna is the sanskrit word for Wisedom and here we have
Right View
Right Thought

Sila is the sanskrit word for Ethical Conduct
Right Speach
Right Action
Right Livelyhood

Samadhi the sanskrit word for right Consentration
Right Effort
Right Mindfullness.
Right Concentration

Even in the wisdom text are the above considered and quite apparent.
Ptah-hotep even had something I consider a manual of proper behavior. Keeping all of this in mind, I think one could
have an improved life whether they adhear to any specific Traditional teaching or not.
True wisdom, does not very from culter to culter, though the words may be differant, as thier symbols, they say
just about the same thing.

Set notes

2009-01-27T10:54:00.000-08:00

taken from the mind of egypt
history and memaning in the time of the pharaohs
by jan assman

various exerpts

The myth of Heru and Set relates the foundation of the state in terms of the overcoming aggression

(text taken from the memphite theology. a slab from the 25 dynsaty)

warning: for some odd reason mr assman likes to reffer to heru the elder and heru the young without diferentiantation. This is confusing to me at the least so I thought I would give fair warning. In some text is is said that Heru the elder is a brother of Asar, Set, Auset, Nebt-Het. Heru the younger was born of Auset and Asar via hekau....

Geb commanded that the Ennead assemble before him
and he separated Heru and Set
he prevented them from carrying on thier conflict
he set up Set as nswt (meaning south and or political) King in Upper Egypt
even to the place where he was born in Sw
And thus Geb set up Heru as bit (north and or religious) king in lower egypt
even to the place where his father had drowned
Thus Heru stood in the one place
and Set stood in the other place
they agreed on the two counties in Ayan
that is the boundary between the two lands

Bad it was in the opinion of Geb (or Geb regretted)
that the share of Heru was equal to the share of Set
Then Geb gave heru the heritage of his father
for he is the son of his son, his first- born
Geb speaks to the Ennead: I have declared [Heru] you to be successor to the throne
Geb speaks to the Ennead : you alone [Heru} the Heritage
Geb speaks to teh Ennead: belongs to that inheritor [Heru} My heritage
Geb speaks to the Ennead: belongs to the son of my son to the Upper Egyptian jackle
Geb speaks to the Ennead: To an opener of the body [Heru] Wepwawet
Geb speaks to the Ennead: That is a son who was born [Heru] on the birth day of Wepwawet

Heru stood up over the land
he it is who united this land.
Called by the great name Tatenen
South of his wall, lord of djet (eternity)
The two magic realms grew on his head
There appeared Heru as nswt and as bit king
who united the Two Lands in Inb-hd (memphis)
at the place at which the Two Lands were united

It came about that reed and papyrus were attatched to the double gate of Pert en Ptah (the house of ptah)
That is to say: Her and Set, who made peace and united
by pledging brotherhood so that they ceased thier conflict at any place to which they came-
united in the house of Ptah, the scale of the Two Lands,
in which the Upper Egyptian and the Lower Egyptian lands had been weighed.

Of primary importance with in the myth is that the conflict between Heru and Set takes the form of a legal dispute, which will be decided by Geb. The conflict between the brothers is resolved not by a test of strength but by law.

In assending the throne, every king repeats the unification fo the Two Lands. On the kings' throne, the unification of Heru and Set is depicted graphically. According to early roay theology, every king is an incarnation of both gods, Heru and Set; thus the king bears two titles mswt and bit refferring to the dual character of the Egyptain state, and the title of the queen is She who sees Heru and Set.

The antagonism between Heru and Set draws a dividing line that is not merely geographical. The essential meaning of this conflict is the opposition between civillization and barbarism (((or upper and lower chakra behavorior/over comming fixation'/attaining enlightenment)))
or between law and brute force. The symbol for Heru is the eye, for set the testicles. Aggrssive force is thus associated with procreative energy. Another typically Setian notion is 'strength', which like force, has positive connotation. Set is not Satan; rather, he embodies an indispensable feature of life -one that would be literally castrated in his absence, just as life would be blind with out the Heru power of the eye. The constrast between eye and testicles represents an opposition between light (reason) and sexuality ((( here I will beg to differ, .... its more than sexuality it has to do with the aggressive/primal energy -- fucking christians and their bashing of sex I swear!!))) a familiar contrast in the history of religion.

Text from the Reign of Hatshepsut:
I united the two lords, that is , thier parts
by ruling like the son of Auset
and being strong like the son of Nut

Here heru symbolizes rule and Set force.

moving on....
Heru and set also appear to symbolize the change from old disorder to new order.

...... skipping long paragraphs of boringness

by the way after the revocation of the initial judgement of Geb Set is then the Ruler of the Deasert.

orriginally he was a god indiginous to seqqara.

back to the book
Set has a much more important role. Ra takes him into the sun bark and entrusts him with the task of warding of the (edit crap) Apep, who menaces the course of the sun with standstill. A theory of force underlies this tradition: as force cannot be legalized, the law must be equipped with force --force must be placed int he service of the law.

Hymn to the Sun God

2008-07-07T11:17:00.000-07:00

Literature of Ancient Egypt

copyrite dont know the year

Wallace Budge

The Hymn to the Sun-god is as follows:

Hail to thee, Tem! Hail to thee, Kheprer, who created himself.

Thou art the High, in this thy name of "Height."

Thou camest into being in this thy name of "Kheprer."

Hail to thee, Eye of Horus,[1] which he furnisheth with his hands

completely.

He permitteth not thee to be obedient to those of the West;

He permitteth not thee to be obedient to those of the East;

He permitteth not thee to be obedient to those of the South;

He permitteth not thee to be obedient to those of the North;

He permitteth not thee to be obedient to those who are in the earth;

[For] thou art obedient to Horus.

He it is who hath furnished thee, he it is who hath builded thee,

he it is who hath made thee to be dwelt in.

Thou doest for him whatsoever he saith unto thee, in every place

whither he goeth.

Thou liftest up to him the water-fowl that are in thee.

Thou liftest up to him the water-fowl that are about to be in thee.

Thou liftest up to him every tree that is in thee.

Thou liftest up to him every tree that is about to be in thee.

Thou liftest up to him the cakes and ale that are in thee.

Thou liftest up to him the cakes and ale that are about to be in thee.

Thou liftest up to him the gifts that are in thee.

[20] Thou liftest up to him the gifts that are about to be in thee.

Thou liftest up to him everything that is in thee.

Thou liftest up to him everything that is about to be in thee.

Thou takest them to him in every place wherein it pleaseth him to be.

The doors upon thee stand fast [shut] like the god Anmutef,[2]

They open not to those who are in the West;

They open not to those who are in the East;

They open not to those who are in the North;

They open not to those who are in the South;

They open not to those who are in the middle of the earth;

But they open to Horus

Hymn to Nut

2008-07-07T11:16:00.000-07:00

Literature of Ancient Egypt

Wallice Budge

dont know the copyrite date

[O] Nut, thou hast extended thyself over thy son the Osiris Pepi,

Thou hast snatched him out of the hand of Set; join him to thyself, Nut.

Thou comest, snatch thy son; behold, thou comest, form this great

one [like] unto thyself.

[O] Nut, cast thyself upon thy son the Osiris Pepi.

Form thou him, O Great Fashioner; this great one is among thy children.

Keb [was to] Nut. Thou didst become a spirit.

Thou wast a mighty goddess in the womb of thy mother Tefnut

when thou wast not born.

Form thou Pepi with life and well-being; he shall not die.

Strong was thy heart,

Thou didst leap in the womb of thy mother in thy name of "Nut."

[O] perfect daughter, mighty one in thy mother, who art crowned

like a king of the North,

Make this Pepi a spirit-soul in thee, let him not die.

[19] [O] Great Lady, who didst come into being in the sky, who art mighty.

Who dost make happy, and dost fill every place (or being), with thy

beauty,

The whole earth is under thee, thou hast taken possession of it.

Thou hast encompassed the earth, everything is in thy two hands,

Grant thou that this Pepi may be in thee like an imperishable star.

Thou hast associated with Keb in thy name of "Pet" (i.e. Sky).

Thou hast united the earth in every place.

[O] mistress over the earth, thou art above thy father Shu, thou hast

the mastery over him.

He hath loved thee so much that he setteth himself under thee in

everything.

Thou hast taken possession of every god for thyself with his boat (?).

Thou hast made them shine like lamps,

Assuredly they shall not cease from thee like the stars.

Let not this Pepi depart from thee in thy name of "Hert" (ll. 61-64).

2008-04-15T13:50:00.000-07:00

the new mantras for the next 40 days :

om srim hrim srim
kamalya kamalalya
praseda praseda
srim hrim srim
om sri maha laxmi devya namaha

and

SAT PATIM DEHI PARAMESHVARA

Thoth The Hermes of Egypt and why it anoyed me by page 1

2008-04-14T14:34:00.000-07:00

First of all the title itself is irksom, it implies things .....

The association w/hermes ... I dont know when it started, nor do I care overly much, however, Thoth was first (whether this is chronologically true or not) I say this because Thoth and hermese were not likened to eachother till after the greeks were introduced to thoth

not to mention that thoth isnt even the egyptian name of said ntr

moving on to the preface page

"I he purpose of this essay is to indicate the chief ten
dencies of ancient Egyptian speculation in regard to the god
Thoth."

I do not like this sentance in the least. I dont think I have ever heard any one say something like yes, yes let us go to talk to some shivite and view thier speculations regarding Lord Shiva.... I hope that is all I need to make my point as to why the above sentance sucks.

I spose I should be amused at the diplomatic way the author says, yeah we know the greeks/ptolomeys and romans made shit up so any account by them should be viewed warily or as a fiction at best, but hey when it matches ancient egyptian text... it will be included. --- that I found funny.

"It will be noticed that texts derived from the Egyptian
literature of the Graeco-Roman period have been freely used
throughout this essay. Every student of Ptolemaic texts be
comes rapidly convinced that those texts contain a consi
derable amount of theology, which, though it cannot, perhaps,
be always paralleled from the older texts, seems to be fully
in line with genuine Egyptian thought of the early - - some
times of the very early period. Hence, whenever the
Ptolemaic texts seemed to promise any assistance in explain
ing aspects of Thoth, they have been used as authentic
documents of Egyptian speculation and belief."

ok so now we start ch 1
the name thoth
"The name of the god with whom this essay is concerned
occurs with considerable frequency in the texts of the Old
Kingdom."
and he goes on and on
and then he is kind enough to display all the various spellings.

I know Im rather geekey/nerdy
and I have these five books. One is an intro to and the basic study of mdu ntr (heiroglyphs) one is how to draw them out. Two more 'advancement' books, each w/dictionaries in the back of them and then I have another fat dictionary.

I also have budges works which always show the mdu ntr

I swear Im getting to the point

no matter how you look at it, squint your eyes and tilt your head to the side, the mdu ntr that this guy is providing... doesnt spell Thoth. Thoth is a greek name. One of the closer spellings rendered would be Djehuti.

However ... mr author never, in the three pages of him telling you how often and where the 'name' of 'thoth' appears does eve even mention that it doesnt spell thoth......

ooooooo he mentiones it once on page five after mentioning the greek spelling......
page 7 and Im lost, he is discussing place names and Im not sure why
page 8 he talks some smack about maspero
10 damn pages discussing the spelling of Djehuti....
oh this is gonna be boring

1922 ...hmmmm

Reply

2008-03-21T00:00:00.001-07:00

Just to see if you had a point and since its been so long since I have seen this I decided to watch it again.
*press play*
wow this is boaring, you actually sat through this?

ok now in effort to answer your thing about massey, I havent actually read his stuff yet. I have it though.... but I also have a list of 50 egyptologists and archiologists I have to read through and Im sure it will keep me occupied for some time.

I have no opinnion on massey since I havent actually read what he wrote. As for the physiscs stuff... Anytime I read anything regarding string theory it leaks out my ears whial Im reading it. I know that a theory has yet to be proven and that is about all I can tell you about physics....but there may be some connection btwn E8 and string theory. ....E8 is prettyyyyyyyyyyyy

since when did people not know that the christians and masons were attempting to dominate/controll the entire world??? do people really not know this?

Evolution,
I dont have a problem with. It just not one of those things I care about eather way. Im ok w/believing that god created everything and that evolution happened.

wow this is way past the five min marker, I was totally wrong about it being w/in the first five min... sorry about that.

(still boaring)

but yeah so far its implying that christianity is the only 'religion' that is currently practiced which I find annoying as fuck.

Im a fan of george carlin.

Ten thousand bc is actually a misleading statement and has not yet been a proven statement and is in fact based on Edgar casey stuff.

Slight detoour about Edgar which I think is necessary
His prophecies thus far have been proven( and I do mean PROVEN) in an actual physical manner to be wrong and inacurate. You cant even try to streach it ... he was not a very accurate prophet.

This does not mean Im disputing his healing stuff
And here is where I point out that Edgar was a high ranking Mason.

aslo both Hawas and Lehner started out working for The E.C. Foundation to go to egypt and prove some of his theories. What actually happened was that they found soooooooooooooooooooooo much evidence to the contrary that they severed thier ties w/the foundation.

so to reiterate the TEN THOUSAND year date is inacurate, not proven and based on something an innacurate 'psychic' highranking Mason said.

wtf? that is my frist response. WTF? why is this vid propgating free mason propoganda.....
*blink*
I mean they are ok and all... but I dont like Edgar cause I think he was a charleton. Though when I think about it Im sure his healing was great, I mean there had to be a reason people believed in him when his psychicness was always wrong......

ok done w/that rant so lets press the play button. At the moment the screen is showing me the Aten. Didja know AkenAten was a HERATIC. he didnt say ohhh coool everyone ! we got One god now... nope we are gonna worship the sun. thats it, the sun, some people will try and say ooooooooooh it was all about phisics and deeep meaning and life and blahhh. No it wasnt. The sun made things grow and he worshiped it. Then he banned all other religion and then he closed all temples and even put some people to death.... sound familiar? oh yeah this is my rant before even listaning to what they are friggen saying regarding the Aten.

now I bet your wondering why the hell I brang that up? doesnt it go allong w/what this movie is saying?

yeah it does... but that is one bit of ancient egyptian history and I felt like bitching about it. I cant goddamned stand AkenAten.

*presses play*

ok soooooooooooooo
Horus? that would be greek, not egyptian and trust me its more than a slight distinction

Horus
This is Heru
he is the EYE of Ra
the incarnation of Ra
He is the Victor
He is the Ruler of all of kmt/Tamery

so here is this guy saying horus is the personification of the sun
the eye is the personification of the sun
(seeeeeeeeeeeeeee the differance?)
and not just any Eye eather, the left eye
which is also Sekhmet
Sekhmet represents the firey destructive aspect of the sun
Ra is the life giving aspect of the sun

Khepri is the sun at morning
and this represents rebirth... the new day the new season after hibernation
Ra is the sun at midday
Atum is the sun at sunset representing heading toward death

khepri created man through his tears
Ra just friggen created them
Atum masturbated and or spat out man

each story has a link to physics by the way that I am not very good at explaning it.... sorry about that.

ok now that I have introduced Heru and Ra and thier connection.....
*presses play*

Heru and Set
*pause*
just fucking pause
case in the early myths they were not eneamies and were even thought of as tiwns for further details see
http://amuntet.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-nubti.html
http://amuntet.blogspot.com/2007/11/set-slaying-apep-and-steve.html
http://amuntet.blogspot.com/2007/12/petrie-on-set.html
http://amuntet.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-on-set.html

Just in case you didnt get it, it really irks me when people blather on about shit w/out know what the fuck they are talking about. You have just gotten to my automatic pissey button.

I provided those links cause Im not rewriting all that here. And I do have a bibliography of sources just in case you want it....

I believe this is where I turned it off. And I will tell you why.
for some reason you have made this movie, you think you want to educate about something, meaning:
There is something that you know that I dont
Now the buddhist stuff in the beginning was fine
and all good
but yeah I already know that theory/beliefe what ever you want to call it.
so its not really inspiring me to watch this if its just stuff I have heard before anyway.
(Im not that media starved)
but ok Im still watching it.
ok then there is the evolution
oh shit fucking asholebastared AkenAten....
and now Heru and Set
WTF
well if you have to pick and choose and imediately start off with slight misinformation that sounds like crap assed propoganda and now Im fucking pissed.

I think this is where I turned it off cause I find this type of thing utterly revolting. It hurts my soul.
*play*
"Every Morning / Metaphorically Horus would win the battle against Set"
*pause*

what the goddamned hell is this assfucker talking about?
is he confusing heru and set w/Ra and apap, nonono, he cant be cause orriginally set slew apep every fucking night.

is he talking about the back and forth battles? It didnt go down like that, I swear he is confusing things....
*play*
"while in the evening set would conquer horus"
*pause*
what the hell is this guy reading Budge???? Spence and Lewis????
now Im just really wanting to turn this shit off.
cant even get his fucking myths right
really its not that hard to read is it?
*play*
Heru born on dec 25
born of a virgin
star in the east
adored by 3 kings
*pause*
checkes Heru feast day for this year. the kmt callander was done as the stars move so the feast days sometimes change you seeeee
thats funny
according to actual ancient egyptian star charts and dates (done by ancient egytpians)
Heru's feast day is july 22 (tropical zodiac)
and Heru the Elder is Aug 1
ok but yeah never heard about the dec day... but Im not all knowing
I wonder what his 'source' is
In the orriginal myths Wst was 'virginal'
however, that changed totally by the Old kingdom and She was married to Wsr and Heru was thier son.
three kinds? what three kings?
what is he talking about now?
I'd love to get his sources on this.
Don't get me wrong, I have heard over and over about how the christ myth is based on Heru/Wsr and Auset. I dont dissagree w/it either...

by the age of 12?
where is this written in the ancient text?
ok lets get this straight. I do not know everything
but I have NEVER read this in ANY book.
what books do I have you may ask?

myspace.com/lokieternal

all my books that are w/in arms reach are on my front page

so now w/this stuff about Heru, Im getting kinda wigged. After all I am studdying w/a Temple dedicated to researching and learning Ancient Egyptian stuffy thing you would have thought that the Teacher of the Temple would have mentioned these things in the text books. Oh yeah there are text books. Three very long and leangthy text books... and remember that 50 author list? oh yeahh.... so uhh where did this guy get this from?

I can tell tell you about how the 10 commandments are ripped off from the 42 tennants of maat, I cant even give some more examples of where ancient egyptian wisdom text is ripped off in other various parts of the bible. I cant blather on about Wsr and his rebirth/and what he represents, what part of the duat he belongs in how Heru was braught back from the deat by mommy Auset...... but all of this other stuff. I havent heard of it.

*play*
"After being betrayed by Typhon"
*pause*

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah now I get it. kinda
please, keep in mind that Egyptologists will tell you the same thing I am now telling you. The Greeks were known for thier fabrications. When they wrote about ancient egypt they would outright lie, misinform and make things up.

The greeks themselves took thier idea of the Ntr and then recreated them in THIER viewpoint. And renamed them. Howe you would get Thoth our of Djehuti is way beyond my understanding.......

typhon and set were identified together by the greeks
and I know I have previously mentioned this but I dont think I stressed it enough.

I dont really care about what the greeks had to say. Anything durring the ptolemeic era or past it... I dont research it, because by the time of the Ptolomies it ceases being Ancient Egyptian. So this makes it very clear as to why I have no idea what the hell this guy is talking about.

He isnt refering to ancient egyptian things at all. He is reffering to greek things whial using ancient egytpian iconography. The greeks did depic Horus... and it does look differant, you should see it. But that pic they are showing is ancient egyptian and the story is greek..

By the way....
I have never heard of this rendition of the greek aspect of Horus either. So where did he get this??????

Interestingly, this person is pulling what ever he wants and whether accurate or not, he is putting this info together and I find this rather sickaning.

First of all every good christian knows that jesus was not born in december. The church chose december because it was a close date to a popular pagan celebration of the birth of the God. so here this guy goes again, putting together info in a slightly misleading way so that he can prove the point of what?

the point that the Catholic church filddled w/things and absorbed all kinds of pagan beliefs so that they would have more faithfull followers?

and now this commentator guy is also doing it.... why the fuck am I watching this again?

Im not saying that he isnt right about the zodiac... Im saying that now I remember why I didnt finish watching this ... and why Im not going to finish watching this.....

cause I dont care about christianity at all, and I went through this phase of explaining out this stuff... and its coencidance w/pagan beleifs and astonomy.

OK so yeah ... he gets all this astronamy stuff right, but really ! the only reason I cared enough to make it this far cause you had a something of a point. But I still have no interest in the chirtian coencidances because... Im having to concentrate on other stuff.

I mean if you want to debate bible stuffy thing cause its an inner need you have by all means watch this. But after being able to spot all that stupidity, ohhhhh wowow minterperated astrological alagory... hheeeheehee I like that !
(to bad Im still pissed off about all the lying)

*PAUSE*
ok Im now pissed agian
that shit that he is talking about at the temple of luxor
sounds more like the temple Hatchepsute built
(remember the nswbit/pharaoh was the incarnation of Heru)
so the story was NOT about Heru
it was about Her, as for that which he is describing...IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIim looking through my book which has all mannnor of temple pictures.... not seeeing it
example
the pics they show
Knonsu (knef???)
was the divine potter who created your ka
by the wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
virgin birth hu?
not really, sorry to disspoint you

Now he is right about lots of simalaritys
but the ones he showes... personally I dont know where he is getting them from
May I see a bibliography please?
and Im totally not being sarcastic when I ask for one becuase I have never seen this.

I paused that long scrolly list a couple of times
and Im just wondering where the creator is getting half of this.

the great flood was never in kmt, but yeah gilgamesh.... and by the way in hindu mythology,,, and the sunk place in india.... has been found by the way.

There is no archyological evidance of 'moses' in ancient egyptian text.
haaha at least he got his referance to the negitive confession.

I feel kinda bad about this mostly because he has enough enough proof that he doesnt need to do the above. That misinfo/lying/mistaking facts. What is the point? I mean the guy can mostly back up what he is saying.

HAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA
"we want to be accademically correct."
(see above reasons for why I think that is funny)

ok Im totally board now, cause they are still talking about stuff I have known for about 10 years. He doesnt mention though that Yehwey (can't spell) was a hill god in predynastic egypt.
you can find that info I think in Breasteds translations of text
or maybe Petrie's translations, I cant quite remember whos.

well so far he hasnt mentioned this. but yeah

there are people who dont know we live in 1984?

so yeah I sudgest this movie, but dont pay any attention to the ancient egyptian stuff....

Healing on the nicer side

2008-03-07T14:50:00.002-08:00

O re, Geb, Nut, Wsr, Heru ! Make well the heart of this suffering man ! Lead him back to life as you made the heart of Re revive durring the attack by Nehaher. Drive out the poison that is in his body as you banished the venom of Apep which was in the body of the great god!

God gives life to the one he loves

Healing on the nicer side

2008-03-07T14:50:00.001-08:00

Threaten to heal

2008-03-07T14:38:00.000-08:00

if it ventures into any part of the body, there will be no offerings laid upon the offering tables in the temples, no water will be poured over the altars, no fire will be lit in a sacrificial table, no piece of meat will be taken to the temple.

no more water for one who is in the sacophagus, the one who is in abydos, would not be buried, there will be no more offerings for the one who is in heliopolis....

if you do not listen to my words I will cut the head off a cow on Het hers forecourt, I will decapitate a hippopotamus on the forecourt of Set, I shall make ANpu sit wrapped in a dog's skin and Set sit wrapped in a crocodile skin.

daughters of the light

2008-03-07T13:48:00.000-08:00

the 7 Het her hold bandages of red yarn with which they create knots. According to the number of knots seven being quite the most benifical sign the destiny of a person is confirmed or denyed.

The Temple of Man pt 1

2008-03-07T13:06:00.000-08:00

by R.A. Scwaller de Lubicz

there are just notes I jot down that I think are interesting.

p15
The mineral has suffered the scission from the cause
the plant has suffered the neral
the animal has suffered the the plant
man has suffered the animal
cosmic man will have suffered humanity
Vital suffering is consciousness undergoing the process of surpassing itself. Genisis is the expansion of Consciousness.

16
Believeing, learning andknowing are the 3 gates of entry into the temple

25
Nothing is more vain than being concerned withthe historical aspect of Reality

If this way of speaking about knowledge no longer corrisponds to the requirements of consciousness today it is not at all certain that it had more purpose to past humaity, which is alleged to have been more infantile; demanding immages and abjectifialbe in conformity with its childish condition..... if this way of presenting knowledge , making it enchanting through miracles did not on the contrary keep humaity at an infirior level, if it did not make humanity stupid, insted of raising it up as the revelation of the redeeming Divine Power should and could have.

The gestation of christian revelation has been interrupted

historicims leads to idolity -- to true paganism and to the revolt of those consciousness who apire to light.

the diophantine trigangle 2:4:5 demonstrates symbol.. and evokes a function that is universal and infavriable it is through this that its sacred... not as a geometric figure.

31
The universe is nothing but consciousness and in its apprearance nothing but an evolution of consciousness from beginning to end, the end being a return to its cause.

33
Psychological consciousness misleads us. It generates preconceptionas by the very fact of the limits of our preconceptions, not because this perception is limited in itself, but because we cerebrally frame it into an intellectual deffinition.

... we are limited because of this ... proof of this is given when the cerebral presance is asleep and the sensetivity awake as in the state of hypnoses or somnambulism.

More on Set

2008-03-05T10:02:00.000-08:00

taken from
Magic and Mystery in Ancient Egypt
Christian Jacq

...Set is known as the assassin of Osiris. But he fulfils a more positive role. When Horus, suffering from a headache, lies on a cushion, his brother Set watches over him, and prevents him being attacked by demons who wish to paralyse him.

This divine act is repeated on earth. The magician acts like a weaver. He cuts off a piece of material, ties seven knots in it and attaches it to the patients big toe. To succeed in this, the magus must take the identity of Set, who has considerable power "I am he who has divided that which was reunited. I am he who is full of vigour and great in power, Set."

Let us not forget that the dead man has been given a perfect shroud, which is also that of the initiant being reborn to life as a spirit -Set's skin. THe house of resurrection will then be the very being of the enemy, the adversary who has been vanquished and mastered by magic power.

All the techniquet of the martial arts rest on the same principle, to use the strength of the opponant who seeks to desrtoy you to increase your own power.

Set is an efficient healer. In a special spell against the mysterious "Asian illness' an appeal is made to Set who calms the sea. Thus the bodily fluids themselves will also be at peace and the illness will go away. If necessary, the sick man will be confined and his mouth closed with the skin of the tortoise.

A magical papyrus from Paris teaches us that the magician invokes the gods with the aid of a vase. He speaks to Set who is thought of as the god of gods. The magician is so bold because Set's
power enables him to make the gods come at his bidding.

Set of the seven faces banishes the dead , enemies and advisaries both male and female and the sow who devours the West.

The magi walkes at night with Heru in front and Set to his right. He does not fear demons in the shadows and the dead can not disturb him. It is he who threatens them: he can cut off thier hands, blind thier eyes, close thier mouths. I am Heru-Set. Theh proclamation creating a union beyond duality, beyond good and evil.

The World

2007-12-14T23:59:00.000-08:00

Everything has now fit together, how nice it is to be homoginised. That is a bit of Shen Ur or the universe... I just like how everyone has their piece of space / thier purpose and function and how it all works together to create a cohesive whole out of peices parts.

Judgement

2007-12-14T23:56:00.000-08:00

you are now in the process of judgement/you are in the position of descernment. (thank you for calling, have a nice day)

The Sun

2007-12-14T23:45:00.001-08:00

Victory ! Succes !

The Moon

2007-12-14T23:42:00.000-08:00

That which is hidden and mysterious, that which is kept secret.

Khonsu the ancient egyptian god of the moon.

The Star

2007-12-14T01:26:00.000-08:00

Hope, the light at the end of the tunnel
I generally think of Sept (sirius) but that would be a very boaring picture so I decided on the journey through the night (literally the light at the end of the tunnel) for this

The Tower

2007-12-14T01:15:00.000-08:00

oh wow, this is true upheaval and sudden and drastic not to mention traumatising change.
Shiva is the destroyer, things must be destroyed in order for them to behin anew.

The Devil

2007-12-14T01:11:00.000-08:00

Fixation, trapping onself , negitive behaviour paterns, adictive and abusive behaviours. In my opinion all forms of xin mo and evil. Apep is the personification of Evil.

Temperance

2007-12-14T01:08:00.000-08:00

Temperance is about having and obtaining balance. My mind imediatly goes to Nubti for this.

Death

2007-12-14T00:54:00.000-08:00

Death
everyone is very 'affraid' of this card. It rarely ever speaks of physical death. However this card is more about drastic change. The End of One phase and the Beginning of a New phase.

I chose Kali as she destroyes the demons of ignorance and after all, when you have an end of one thing and the beginning of another, I would like to think you killed some of those nasty ignorance demons.

The Hanging Man

2007-12-14T00:53:00.000-08:00

He is just dangling there.... indecision... can't make up his mind...
This always makes me think of Hamelt.. yes, shakespere.

that is one view of this card, the other has to do w/understanding personal sacrifice.

Justice

2007-12-14T00:43:00.000-08:00

again I could go on about karma. Justice is blind rt? the Goddess of Rieghteous Anger and Devine Retribution.... I found no decent pictures of her at all. However when I think of the Justice card I think Mafdet.. but I could find no pictures of her... same definition as Nemesis. Anyway, when I think Justice I think Mafdet and Nemesis, as the greek goddess Justice is blind and has a tendancy to miss important details.

The Wheeeeel of fortune

2007-12-14T00:33:00.001-08:00

I could go on and on about karma here but I think there is one line that summes up the falacy of 'man's understanding' "Fortune is a fickle lover." or maybe Im misquoting. So I thought I would put Fortuna here, in the meshing with Wst.

The Hermit

2007-12-14T00:27:00.000-08:00

Many people liken the hermit to Diogenese. I find this a slightely askew interpritation. Yes Diogenese is searching for the the truth, however in a completely differant way that a Hermit does.

I Chose Sid here because he went off by himself and then sat by himself untill he found 'The Truth'

Streangth

2007-12-14T00:19:00.000-08:00

There are some who say that the chariot is physical streanth and that Streangth is the emotional kind. However I tend to not seperate the two, as you can not be very strong with out both elements.

I chose Set because he slayes Apep every night as he is the only god strong enough.

This is a deviant art pic as well, to bad I cant remember the name of the person who did this.... I thought I saved it in my book marks, I will have to go back and look.

Now people like to depict Set in all manner of ways. However, in the Kmt texts it states that he has red hair and white skin.

The Chariot

2007-12-14T00:13:00.001-08:00

Force, direction, direction and the determination to get there. This on occasion causes myopia...

This makes me think of Hanuman.

The Lovers

2007-12-14T00:05:00.001-08:00

This is one of the more complex cards because it isnt necesaraly confined to romantic relationships, it can also denote business partnerships or friendships or projects. There are some who will say this card denotes an impossible ideal within the realm or romance and general delusion.

Since this card can be ambiguous in nature with its translation dependant on the surrounding cards I chose Nut and Geb. Even though they are a 'couple' they still are a creative force. The myth is interesting telling of how Djehuti gambled with the moon to give them time to have children after being cursed by Tefnut.

The Hierophant

2007-12-14T00:02:00.001-08:00

He is the teacher who imparts his wisedome to us.

Djehuti is the one who taught us language and magic

The Emporer

2007-12-13T23:57:00.000-08:00

He is the ideal Father, the one who takes care of not just his family but all with in his realm. He is the providor and the protector.

Heru inherited the Kigndom from Wsr after a long drawn out struggle for supremicy.

(this is hbruton's work as featured on myspace)

The Empress

2007-12-13T23:53:00.000-08:00

She is the ideal Mother. She takes care of all those around her, she nourtures them, cultivates thier growth.

Wst (Isis) was The Queen, the wife of Wr, the master of Hekau. She was very cunning as well, obtaining the secret name of Ra.

The High Priestess

2007-12-13T23:50:00.000-08:00

She has come to understand her intuition and portents around her. She is intuitive and sensitive to all the energies of the earth and the universe.

I chose Hatchepsut. She was Nswbt (king) of Upper and Lower egypt for a time. As Nswbt was actually the Hight Priest of the land who traveled about performing sacred ceramony I can think of no woman better suited to this position.

Intro to the Tarot

2007-12-13T23:45:00.000-08:00

Its symbolism working with your intuition/psychicness ect ect. I can't tell you how it works, just that it does.

My explinations tend to be short. I have been a reader for many years... the more detailed the explination you atempt to 'memorize' the less likely you are able to read very well. Its good to know the general ideas behind the symbolism but not good to get mired or chained to the 'definitions' provided by whomever.

This idea of putting Kmt and Hindu gods (and oh yes.. the shinsengumi will make an appearance) has been distracting me to the point to where I must write about it.

Associative Tarot of the Gods and Ancestors

so this orriginally is an excorsise that teachers will have students do... I like to do this every few years to see how my view of the cards differ from three or four years ago.

The Magi

2007-12-13T23:23:00.000-08:00

The Magi is an Initiate of all elements and has learned how to coordinate them and magic in every day life. He may even be a master, able to balance all elements or even influence them in some way.

In ancient egypt, magic was called Heka. This is the Ntr Heka.

The Fool

2007-12-13T23:05:00.000-08:00

The Fool. He is intrepidatious, he is starting on a new path, boldly going forth in his New Life. Occasionally he is is absorbed with his new discoveries that he misses common or even vital information. He is innocent, he is new.

Whial meditating on The Fool my mind automatically goes toward contemplating Khepri. Every morning he is born and begins a new his glorious journey accross the sky. He is not soiled or mired by past actions or occurances, but is beginning his path toward maturity. As the scarab beetles would start rolling thier dung balls, emplanting eggs in order to create life, so does Khepri each day.

Petrie on Het Heru

2007-12-12T14:22:00.000-08:00

22. Another puzzling and discordant
element in the mythology is the goddess
Hathor. She is the most ubiquitous deity
of all. Yet she is seldom worshipped alone
and unmodified, and she is usually identified
with some other goddess or with a female
form of some god. Sekhet, Neit, lusaas, Best,
Uazit, Mut, Hekt, and Aset are all identified
with her at different places, and she
appears as female forms of Sopd, Behudt,
Anpu, and Tanen. She has no permanent
characteristics, no special attributes. The
uncouth human face with cow's ears and
modified cow's horns is the only typical form
of the goddess, and the cow and the sistrum
are her only emblems ; but these distinctions
are not constant. Worshipped in every
nome of Upper and Lower Egypt, she was
yet one of the most evasive deities, and most
easily modified and combined.
Let us reflect on what this indicates. That
the worship was thus general, equally diffused
over the country, points to the country having
been under a uniform condition of subjection
to her worshippers. While the fact that at
no centre is she solely worshipped, and at
very few places even prominently, points to
other deities having been already in possession
of the country when her devotees spread
her adoration. Where then are we to look
for her native land ? It has been shown that
Hathor was lady of Punt, and was thence
introduced into Egypt. And we may see
further confirmation of this. The only places
outside of Egypt with which she is connected
are Punt, Mafekt (Sinai) where the Punites
are very likely to have settled on the Red
Sea and Kapna. This last is usually
rendered as equal to the Gubla or Byblos,
but another Kapna was in the land of Punt,
and in the only place where Hathor is lady
of Kapna she is also lady of Wawat on the
Upper Nile. (Rec. II. 120.) Hence it is
more likely that the Kapna of Hathor is a
district of Punt. Further, of Isis, who is
identified at Dendera with Hathor, it is said,
"
Isis was born in the Iseum of Dendera of
Apt, the great one of the temple of Apt,
under the form of a woman black and red."
(M. Dend. text 30.) This points to a southern
origin. The Punites are coloured dark red,
and the neighbouring peoples black, while
the Asiatics are yellow, and the Libyans fair.
When we come to look to the nature of the
goddess we see further connection. That
Min was a Punite god is most likely, as his
position at Koptos on the Red Sea road
indicates, as well as his three colossal statues
there, apparently carved by a Red Sea people
in prehistoric time. And Min was the great
father-god. Hathor is the co-relative mothergod,
she in whom dwells the son Hor. Her
character as the universal mother is well
recognized, and is plainly on a par with the
idea of Min as the great father. Thus the
two gods whom we are led to connect with
the Punite race by their position, are similar
in nature and point to a worship of reproduction
apparently belonging to that people.
Another connection is seen in the position of
Hathor in the country. The only supreme
centre for her was at Dendera, which is
opposite to Koptos, the seat of Min, and
on the line of any invaders from the Red
Sea into the Nile valley.
That Hathor was brought in by a people
after the establishment of the other deities
we have already observed. And this exactly
agrees to her belonging to the Punite race
which founded the dynastic history. Their
great female divinity they identified with
every other goddess that they met throughout
Egypt, and established her worship also
as a local Hathor in every nome, calling her
the "
princess of the gods." The whole
phenomena of the diffusion of her worship
are thus accounted for by the historical
connection in which her origin leads us to
place her. Therefore, by her being stated
to come from Punt, by the foreign places to
which she is connected, by her colour, by
her being complementary to Min the other
Punite god, by the place of her main
sanctuary, and by the peculiar diffusion of
her worship, we are led to one conclusion
throughout that Hathor was the Punite
goddess introduced at the beginning of the
dynastic history

Petrie on Set

2007-12-12T14:13:00.000-08:00

http://hbruton.deviantart.com/

One of the best known incongruities
is the position of Set. In the earliest times
Set and Horus appear as co-equal or twingods
(M.E.E., 329) closely associated. In
the VHIth Chapter of the Book of the
Dead the deceased, who is usually identified
with Osiris, states that he is identical with
Set : while, evidently after the antagonistic
view of Set and Horus had come in, a
sentence was added deprecating the wrath
of Horus. Now the possibility of such a
view of Set is explained by the earliest
history of Horus. Maspero states that Isis
was originally the Virgin-mother, dwelling
alone as a separate sole goddess at Buto,
from whom Horus was self -produced
(M.H.A., 131). The union of Osiris to
Isis, and his adoption of Horus, was a
later modification. Hence there was no
incongruity in the earliest view of Horus
and Set being honoured side by side. But
when Horus became the step-son of Osiris,
later the full son of Osiris himself, he was
bound to be antagonistic to Set. That Set
belongs to the Libyans or Westerns is probable,
because he is considered to have red
hair and a white skin ; in fact, the Tahennu,
or clear-race complexion. And it is probable
that the Osiris- 1 sis group is also of Libyan
origin, as we shall see later on.
Hence we may picture to ourselves the
gods Isis, Osiris, and Set, as the three divinities
of different tribes of Libyans. So long
as the Isis worshippers and Set worshippers
were in fraternity and tribal union, Horus
and Set were coequal gods. But when the
Osiris worshippers, with whom the Setites
were at feud, united with the Isiac tribe, and
Osiris was married to Isis, it became the
duty of Horus to fight Set. Accordingly
we see the war of Horus and Set throughout
Egypt, and garrisons of the followers of
Horus were established by the side of the
principal centres of Set worship to keep
down the Setite tribe. (See Masp., Etudes
ii. 324.) This tribal view of the religious
discordances and changes seems to be the
only rational cause that can be assigned.
That tribal wars existed no one would
venture to dispute, and that religious changes
would ensue from political changes we see
exemplified all through the history of Egypt.
The cause existed for such divergences, and
it was capable of producing these divergences
: while no other reasonable cause can
be assigned, and the gods are expressly
represented as fighting and vanquishing each
other's followers. We need hardly say that
the Syrian god Sutekh, which comes in
about the XlXth Dynasty, has no connection
with the primitive Egyptian god Set.

More of Petrie's thoughts on Race

2007-12-12T13:54:00.000-08:00

Differences between neighbouring places in
their fundamental beliefs are not mere
senseless vagaries ; they imply a difference
between the people that is, a difference in
race. According to most Egyptologists the
variety of gods was determined by the
different beliefs of every petty capital of
every province of Egypt. Yet these authorities
avoid the conclusion that these gods
belong to different ancestries. Let us just
see what this position requires of us. If the
gods arise without difference of ancestry in
their worshippers and it is admitted that
all the principal gods are far prehistoricthen
we have the view that there existed in
Egypt a unified mass of population, which
had mingled without having any previous
mythologies ; and subsequently in Egypt
they evolved different gods at many different
centres. This is what is generally tacitly
assumed, even by Maspero, who sees the
perspective of the history of mythology far
more than any other authority. But such
a view requires us to believe that for long
ages, while these gods were being evolved
and brought into contact in Egypt, not a
single serious immigration of foreign races
had taken place. In short, that though the
known history of Egypt shows a great influx
of neighbouring people every few centuries,
we are asked to suppose that such mixtures
were quite insignificant in all the far longer
prehistoric ages, while the gods were in
course of evolution. Such a view, thus
reduced to historic parallelism, is an insult
to our sense of probability.
20. That great mixtures of race had taken
place in the prehistoric ages, probably oftener
than once in a thousand years, is practically
certain, when we view the known history.
And as such mixtures always produce local
diversity, we should expect to see differences
and incongruities between the beliefs of all
the principal, and even the minor, centres of
population. In one town the A tribe would
be strongest ; in the next the B tribe still
remained in power ; on the opposite side the
C tribe had later thrust themselves in. Such
is the view which is forced upon us by the
historic probabilities of the country. Hence,
local differences are only another name for
tribal differences and diversities of origin.
It may be said that we do not see such
new gods being introduced by the migrations
during historic times, and hence we should
not expect these changes to result from the
prehistoric migrations. This is a very partial
view. In the first place new gods were needless,
because almost every race that could
burst into Egypt had already come in and
planted their gods, hence reconquests by the
same race a second time merely brought
forward their already-present god. To take
an acknowledged instance, the Libyan conquest
by the XXI Ind and XXVIth Dynasties
forced Neith, the Libyan goddess, into prominence,
after she had almost disappeared in
Egypt. When a really fresh race came in
their gods then appear also as new gods
in Egypt, such as the Syrian gods and the
Greek gods. Then, moreover, when once
the religion had become fixed by written
formulae and types of worship on monuments,
the beliefs already figured on the
spot held their ground against the unwritten
faith of the moving immigrants.
While, therefore, fully recognizing that the
diversities of belief were local, and that the
prominence of a deity was largely due to the
political importance of his centre of worship,
yet we must logically see behind these local
differences the racial and tribal differences
by which they were caused ; and behind the
political power of a place we must perceive
the political power of the race who dwelt
there, and whose beliefs were spread around
by their political predominance. Amen-worship
spread from Thebes, or Neit-worship
from Sais, not merely because those places
were the seat of power, but because the
people of those places who worshipped Amen
and Neit extended their power and dwelt as
governors and officials in the rest of the
country. It is race and not place that is
the real cause of change.

Tales of A Metaphisical Shop keep 1.2 Buddhist Vow To End All Suffering

2007-11-26T06:20:00.000-08:00

He glowerd at the mass of papers on his desk. Now more than ever, he was intisically awair that there was something wrong. It would hit him at arbitrary times. That there was something he was lacking. Something on the inside. That feeling of being less than a whole person.

He felt a presance. Speaking of missing things, the report he was currently reading was incomplete. Perhaps the rest of it was on his desk undernieth some other paper. Since when did his desk become such a conglomerate of disaray? It was more than anoying, just as that person standing in front of his desk.

"Excuse me?" It was female and she sounded very confused. Insed of just dismissing her he looked up. She was dressed in a rather odd manner, her hair spireled around itself in seperate locks and for a moment he caught himself counting the locks. He'd stopped at four on each side, then realised he was doing it...

"IM bussey." he declared. What the hell was this girl doing here anyway? She looked utterly shocked at him, and then looked around, but when she met his eye an erie feeling crept over him, nearly suffocated him.

And she was gone.

He sat for a moment staring at the space infront of his desk that she had previously occupied. Then back at his papers. Perhaps he was working to hard.

The Next Week

"and he said whaaaaullluaaaaaaaaawwwwwaaaaaaa."

He looked at the man talking to him, making certain that he kept a look of polite interest on his face. He nodded when appropriat, but he wished very much for this man to stop talking and go about his business. The man reminded himself of that empty missing spot as usually the man had nothing of substance to say. It was distinctly disconcerting.

Finnally the boaring, and quite transparent of personality man laughed at one of his own jokes and strode confidantly elsewhere. His eyes caught the door... for a brief moment, he was sure they were being watched.

The loby was filled with people, it could have been so, but it sent an odd shiver through his spine as if something unearthy was there. He attempted to shrug it off whial exiting the building.

He took the right as per usual down the bussy, bustleing street, attempting to avoid contact with others as they seemed to not care whom they jostled in thier attempt to go to where ever...

Something dragged his eyes fowerward... as if a string were attatched forcing him to look. She was standing there. At the crosswalk. He stooped. She hadnt looked at him yet. He had to be mistaken, that girl from last week... the one who vanished in front of his eyes, the could NOT have been real. But she was there.... she began to turn and his mind flashed immages of her eather being .. someone... anyone else... to her mutating into an imposible monsterous creature.

She looked the same. Four locks of hair in the back, four on eather side. Her skin was pale, her eyes not too round, but not slanted either exsuded a type of violet blue he'd never seen. She was dressed differantly today, in many shades of red... swirling about eachother, the way the locks of her hair swirled about itself.

She too, looked a bit surprised that he was there. Then she was gone. Someone bumped into him, muttering thier appologies. He faught the urge to rub his eyes.

Three days later

The water decided it was now cold. There was no forewarning for this, as usual durring the showering process. He swore under his breath, groaped around for a towel. Their was still steem in his bathroom. He was still attempting to recover from that dream he'd always had. Oh he had several dreams, but non disterbed him on quite the same level.

Meifumado, he was certain of it. It could be no other place. In his dream he was dressed in full samurai regailia. He also knew, beyond doupt that was where he belonged and deserved to be. he would wake up, exhausted, as if he'd really been there, body aching, still knowing.. that was where he should be.

He leaned against the glass door to the bath,,, looked up , and stopped breathing.

"OH... Im reaaaaaaaaaaaaaly sorry !!!!" She said. She seemed to be just as suprised as he.... she wore black, making her pale skin almost glow.

And she was gone.

He remained where he was for a moment. Recovering. He then patroled around his house,,,, to see how she could have gotten in. He knew there was absolutely now way she could have... she didnt exsist...

That Night

He felt as if there were someone sitting on his chest.

It was pullling him out of his sleep.

"HEY ! I'm trying to talk to you !!!"

Poke, Poke,,,, she was poking him.

His eyes flew open, and for amoment he could not breath or move.

"Oh good you'r awake... I just wanted to ask."

He sat bolt upright, grabbing her arms "BEGONE SUCCUBI"

For an instant she just looked at him, stunned. Then she faded away and it looked as if she were laughing.

Two Weeks Later

The monk looked at him over the swirl of incense. He rang his singing bowl.

He was suprised he was going to these leingths. However, he needed insight to these dreams and that.... that... girl. He felt as if he were going mad. Not just the dreams of Meifumado, but dreams so simalar, as if he were in a war... on the loosing side.... or the memories... of that case.

It wasnt just seeing her. This wasnt the first time he'd ever seen that girl. It had been 12 years ago... he had been investigating a series of ritual murders.... He'd seen her then. No one else on his investigation teem did. But she had been there, she spoke to him... and he was the only who had survived.

Was this going to happen again? Was everyone but him about to be anihalated by the same or even a differant group of occultists bend on slaughtering the innocent. Was she thier herald? Or was she a good spirit that saved him... but for what reason did she save him??

who or what was she...??

and why had she been in his dreams of Meifumado ?

He had been in his normal place.

The monk began to chant as he remembered.

He was sitting seiza by a large bolder. It was dark,,,, it is always dark there. Unlike the real world there were no night time noises, but he always knew when it was time... to go into the trees. He was meditating, preparing himself.

He felt her then, but as always in this place he was... himself and not who he was when waking. So her presance surprised him certainly, but it did not make him nervious. She stood on the large rock for a moment, then jumped down, falling flat on her face.

His only thought was what was she doing there? As he had never see another human in his time in this place. She stood up and brushed herself off, then sat seiza beside him. She was wearing a rediculous blue flowered dress.

"Sooooooooooooooo where are we?" she had asked him

That surprised him as well, how could she not know where she was? It took him a moment to find the speaking voice he had not used in so long. "In hell." he answered.

She took the time too look around. "Its ... kinda dark here... well... at least I can see."

It was time. He stood up. She remained. He could not allow her to remain here, to be perpetually killed by the demons. "Come with me." he ordered her.

"Hmmm??? Where are we going?" she asked, a bit to cheerfully... perhaps she was insane.

He grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to his perffered spot in the trees. He was a bit late ... so he shoved her out of the way of the on comming demons. He was never sure how long he fough.... but always untill every last one was annyhalated.

To his horror he saw one advancing on the girl. She showed no fear and was speaking to it. He slew it imediately from behind.

"What did you do that for?" she demanded of him. "I was trying to talk to it!?!?!?!"

He stood fast to look at her. She was being serious. He grabbed her arm and lead her back to the waiting spot.

She left then, but returned after a time. For a few minuts she sat quietly beside him, in seiza, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"you know.... that ... my warrior freinds used to tell me that they could rest after they died..... and this." she gestered to the imediate aria. "doesnt exactally seem to restfull."

He had no reply for her.

"why do you stay here?" she asked, she had turned her body so that she could look straight at him.

"I deserve to be here." he told her.

She seemed to fade away as she thought about this.

She returned.... again... he had no way of time keeping. There were no days or night here.

"are you SURE you should... still be here? don't you think you have been here long enough?" she asked after sitting next to him.

He again had no reply.

She stood up and held her hand out to him.... "Come on."

His vision blurred, but later.... the dreams.... now they happened when he was awake as well. Memories of a past life... filled with bloodshed ... of who and what he was. It was not difficult to figure out now... the uniform, the time period, the people..... the places.

At times these memories overwhelmed him when he was in a particular aria that had changed or remained the same. There were times he was hit with a nestalgia so harsh he felt as if he would fall. The memories assaulted him relentlessly.

And the dreams of Meifumado, they changed drastically. He was no longer the stoic man who had faced this place with imparitality. Now he was constantly affraid... constantly longing for company. Even though he knew if he did not GO, that the demons would come to him... this time, he lost.... he felt every rip and tear, every hit.

His waking personality seemed to take a turn as well, he acted more like his past self.... and he was perferring it that way.

Something was happening in the room, as the Monk's chanting seemed to be causing as much vibration in the air as the singing bowl. The incense had taken over, making the room look as unearlthy as could be.... the guardian statuary lookes as if it were blinking and moving.

He watched as her form slowely took shape and mass, or as much mass as it ever did for a ... what ever she really was.

The Monk himself seemed quite surprised, and startled then he began reciting the heart sutra. Something in the back of his mind told him to expect ... something.... unexpected. He braced himself.

"oh WAIT !! STOP!!!" she said quite clearly,,, starteling the monk agian....he stopped.

"Oh I know this... but I have to start at the beginning you see."

The Monks mouth dangled open as she began to sing, in a lovely voice...

"arya-avalokitesvaro bodhisattvo gambhiram prajnaparamitacaryam caramano vyavalokayati sma: panca-skandhas tams ca svabhavasunyan pasyati sma.

iha sariputra rupam sunyata sunyataiva rupam, rupan na prithak sunyata sunyataya na prithag rupam, yad rupam sa sunyata ya sunyata tad rupam; evam eva vedana-samjna-samskara-vijnanam.

iha sariputra sarva-dharmah sunyata-laksala, anutpanna aniruddha, amala avimala, anuna aparipurnah.

tasmac chariputra sunyatayam na rupam na vedana na samjna na samskarah na vijnanam. na caksuh-srotra-ghrana-jihva-kaya-manamsi. na rupa-sabda-gandha-rasa-sprastavya-dharmah. na caksur-dhatur yavan na manovijnana-dhatuh. na-avidya na-avidya-ksayo yavan na jaramaranam na jara-marana-ksayo. na duhkha-samudaya-nirodha-marga. na jnanam, na praptir na-apraptih.

tasmac chariputra apraptitvad bodhisattvasya prajnaparamitam asritya vibaraty acittavaranah. cittavarana-nastitvad atrasto viparyasa-ati-kranto nistha-nirvana-praptah.

tryadhva-vyavasthitah sarva-buddhah prajnaparamitam asritya-anut-taram samyaksambodhim abhisambuddhah.

tasmaj jnatavyam: prajnaparamita maha-mantro mahavidya-mantro 'nuttara-mantro samasama-mantrah, sarva-duhkha-prasamanah, satyam amithyatvat. prajnaparamitayam ukto mantrah. tadyatha: gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha. iti prajnaparamita-hridayam sa-maptam.

gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha!"

Both he and the Monk could do nothing but stare at her.... she looked so solid.

"Now that we got that out of the way..... " she spun to face him... so damned familiar... "YOU..... yes YOU.....I am awwwwwwwwwwwwwwfully flattered that you not only think Im a succubus but rate and entire flock of them...but No... Im not." She turned back to the Monk "Nor am I a demon or hostile spirit either... as is obviously apparent by my singing of the heart sutra." She took a moment to look them both over. "I am here because HE is having sould fragment issues. And I thought that was cleared up." She again turned to him. "And just how MANY times to I have to drag you out of that place:???? Quit w/the feeling as if you deserve to be there crap !! Its tedious and taking precious minuts off my life !!! I could be doing some constructive ... sleeping ! So, if you don't mind... work with me here!!?!" She stomped her foot at him. He could do nothing but nodd at her.

"Good." She was gone.

He threw himself down on his bed. The monk could not explane the apperition of her... or what she was... but the Monk was certain that watever the case, she was a benevalant entity... bent on helping... but why was she helping him?

He was afraid.... the quiet made him uneasy....

"Damnit... there you are." He jumped up sword at the ready.

"I dont think so... you are comming with me..." she stood infront of him now... another flowing dress in the middle of a hell full of demons...

"who...are you?" he heard himself ask. She stopped glaring at him and rewarded him with a look of sympathy. "I am the one who is going to take you away from here." She then took his hand...

There was an odd thunking noise and he heard a voice say it was affraid. He squinted his eyes... .and saw a thin, sickley looking samurai... on the floor, as if he had been thrown against the dresser.

"OH for the sake of ALLLLLLLLLLLL that is holy!" she was there. "That is YOU."

The samurai cowered on the floor. She grabbed him and threw ....

Something inside of him snapped together in a comfortable and reasuring way.

"You... keep yourself together... the NEXT time I go there,,,, you had better not be there do you understand me????" she stood at the edge of his bed, glaring at him... he nodded at her...

"why do you care so much?" he managed to ask her.

that seemed to suprise her... "oh.. well... all I wanted to do was appologise for offending you... but you were in two places at once.. and I didnt really like that.... or something... but I am really sorry for disrespecting you and all that."

he shook his head... what was she talking about?? But it was too late and she was gone.

Two days Later

"you said what?" Ryana asked her former student.

"I am being follllllowed, by a spriit.. cant seem to shake it."

Ryanna looked at Sita for a moment surpressing the illusion that she was no more than a teen age gilr.... the woman never seemed to age... shamen...

"how ? You are shamen trained and a Preistess... why can you not shake this 'spirit'?" Ryana asked in vexation. Sita coudl be utterly exasperating.

Sita just looked up at her, the way a child would when caught steeling cookies....

"What did you do Sita?"

"ohhhh wellllllllllllllllllllll....uhmm."

Ryana tapped her foot on the floor.

"oh well I acted shamefully and insulted an ancestorial spirit and then went to go appologise and I found it in hell, but he was reincarnet too so ... I kinda... put him back together... or so I though... but I keep seeing him..... how can he not be together !!!" Sita demanded in frustration.

"have you not asked him?"

"he isnt exactally forthcomming with information. Can't you talk to him.... shouldnt he bee... I dunno... back with himSELF???? or something???" On occasions like this it was hard to believe that Sita was in her mid thirties.

Ryana sighed...."Give me just a minut."

Ryana shifted her perception, sure enough.. there was a man in the room with them. He was dressed like a Japanese man... from long ago.... they shared a gaze... "why do you haunt Sita?" she asked..... his facial expression did not much change, but she was hit with the idea that he was quite amused....

"well???? what did he say?" Sita asked whial bounding up and down like a highschool girl...Ryana had to take a deep breath so as not to laugh at the woman.

"It seems that you retreaved his soul from hell?" she asked

"oh yeah... that... welll.... he was there long enough."

Ryana stopped herself from laughing. "Sita, because of this he is now one of your Guardians." Ryana attempted to explain.

"but...I have ... enough don't I?" she asked looking around the room as if she could see all the guardian spirits that were around her at any given time, and knowing Sita, she could see them.

"yes, but it is now his duity to do this."

"that... is just rediculous !!! I mean I ... was supposed to be fixing his soul... not seperating it further... he needs to go back to himself !!!!" she declaired.

Again, Ryana had to prevent herself from laughing. "He can not as he is now bound by honor...if you are to send him away..."

"damn samurai and thier honor... if I send him away he will have to go rt back .... " she turned to where he was leaning against the wall, glared at him and stuck out her tongue. "all of that work for nothing... I swear..... next time I just wont bother...." and she stomped away with the odd assortment of beings of which she had prevented from awful fates of suffering....in one form of another.

And people wonder why shamen trained mutter to themselves all the time.....

Obsession

2007-11-26T06:16:00.000-08:00

Nathen nodded at the comment directed to him, not showing the distaste he felt in the companany he was in. It was rather unavoidable. ( returned the noncommittal comment with another, wondering how long he would have to deal with this farce before he could make his polite excuses.

His eyes were drawn to motion past the garden, a little girl, paler than anny of the ladies in the garden, golden hair drapped her sholders. Her giggle wafted to assalt his ears

She looked behind her, as did he, he came close to shattering his glass.

as discussion of the little girl flaired amongs the tea

the little girl smiled at the lady behind her, holding her hand out to the butterfly that had landed on it

it was the daughter of the (insert title here) Nathen looked so see a slight snear on the man's face

the daughter of his first wife

talking to Lady Death

her blue skin shimmering in the afternoon sun, the lady smiled at the girl, met his eyes.

again the girls laugh sounded as the butterfly flew away....

His vantage was perfect. The tree nicely supported him. No one saw him. His target was having a brunch in nice austria. That laugh. It floated up to him. Her hair flowing about her bonnet in the wind. The girl was glowing. He was sure no one else noticed it. She danced, over to the side, away from the false smiles others were offering her. He wondered if she knew or cared. He saw the Lady and her Court, dancing with the girl. He started for as long as the target remained. Always awair of the man he was following as he watched her every move.

Nathen slipped in the girls window, quickly making hiself one with her volumous curtain as she coughed in her sleep. She did not wake. He approached, starring at the blood gleaming on the pillow near her mouth. She turned over. He saw the lady fade into the black, saw others nestle about the girl. He looked at the shimmering stain for a moment before licking it off the pillow. she still did not wake, he took a lock of her golden hair.

The sun was sinking as Nathen walked into the caffee opposite. opera house. Again, who he saught was here. He stopped cold. The man was talking to the girl. She looked up at the man with an uneasy face. Her father, his arm around her introduced them. Nathen felt his blood boil as the man's thumb dragged accross little Sophie's hand....Nathen walked outside. As he turned he saw a man tearing down a building.... breaking bricks. How nice.

Sophie walked with her father. Women near her giggled, pointed to a very well built, nicely formed man, breaking bricks for a new walkway to be made. She stopped to watch the familiar looking man as he worked with ease. She felt a pull, her father was rather dissapproving of her starring. Well, she supposed he was right. She was excited to be going out to the cafee for the lunch. She ran to their table to seat herself. THAT man was there. She didnt remember his name, but she did not like him in the least. He and her father began to talk.

The sun was sinking. Her excitement grew, but she wanted to be in the shade. She hopped up, her father was across the way speaking with a lady she didnt care to know. Before she knew what was going on, the man grabbed her. She looked up at him, the look of his was ugly to her. She looked ahead, where he was pulling her, in the allyway between the cafee and the next building. That was ok with her. She could see the eyes of the Guard of the Lady who would sometimes speak with her. There could be nothing bad waiting in there for her. She was thrown against the wall. For a minut she was dazed. Slowely her eyes focused. There were odd thuds in her ears. When her eyes focused, it was explained. The man with the sledge hammer was working on the man's head. There was an odd cracking noise, she noticed that the man's blood and boan had fallen on her dress. There was a void of sound and she looked up to the man w/no shirt.

"You should go back to your father now." he said,not unkindly as he allowed the hammer to fall on the mess of the man on the ground. He did not take his eyes away from hers. She nodded. He waited. There was nothing for it, she stood, brushed herself off and made her way out to the fadding light.

Simon looked impassively at the Contact.

yes he knew the girl

thoughts wafted through his mind. For six years, he had been sharing in her consumption, taking her hair, taking her blood off her pillow, taking her bloodstained handkerchiefs.

Bits of her.

Now, he was to take her life.

He was disconcerted with the idea.

This served to do nothing but make him angry.

Sophie felt the tears stream down her face. She didn't know where she was. Exactally.

She was in the city.

forgott which one

or perhaps she never knew

She looked at the man. She recognised him, something familiar.

she was sure they'd spoken

at least once

He ripped the gag off her.

"stop that crying." he told her in a cold harsh voice.

She coughed. Only a little. Blood fell onto her chest.

This made the man twitch. He reached out... then chainged his mind.

"please untie me." she accidentally sobbed

he pushed her over, licked the blood off, then stormed out of the room.

her head hurt, she closed her eyes.

thought of the ladies by the water...........

Simon followed The Contact. He met with another Contact. He followed that one. Hours it took through many differant people. Finnally the last of the chain walked to the familiar home in the country.

Her home

Simon watched the latest man go through the back, in the veil of the darkness. To the side he saw The Lady. She nodded to him. He proceeded.

Hours later, he knew his time was limited. He'd have to act quickly.

The dawn was approaching, he knew the day servents would be here shortly. He looked at her unconscious form. He'd inspected her head. There was no dammage. He knew the Lady was watching. Waiting to see what he would do. He took out his scalple. He could miss all the major arteries, he knew The Lady would make sure Sophie would not scar... either way. He knew she would live, for now. Her consumption would take her soon enough. He made short work, making sure ot leave enough of a mess, he felt compeled to stay... to clean, he despised waste... but he knew, by the sound of The Lady's tapping foot that he needed to leave. Unable to stop himself, he took another lock of her browning hair. Took a moment to gaze at her beautiful face.

When the maid opened the door, he'd left no trace of himself, he heard the screaming,, stood past the mouth of the forrest savoring the sound.

Nathan watched. For a moment one of the earth witches met his eyes. Not enough for Sophie to notice. She sat with three of them, they had given her tea as her cough was rather bad this time of year.

Her 'guardians' were looking for her. He wondered why. Sophie had frequently come here to visit the witches, always came back before sunset. Every time her 'guardian' had a fit close to apoplexi. He usually quite enjoyed the useless display of idiocy. He watched the wind carress her face. It braught her scent to where he sat, watching her. He knew she would leave soon. There was a party at her mannor. Her 'guardian' never missed an opportunity to have them. This time it was for Sophia's comming of age.

three years since her famaly had been slain.

she stilled danced with the Lady and her Court

Never durring the dance would she cough

her beauty fitting in with the Lady

She laughed with the wisened ladies she sat company with. Her brown eyes glittering merrally.

Her frail hands wrapped around the cup, so delicate

her hair floating about her

a sufficiant dark brown now, her pale skin making it look darker than it actually was

She picked some flowers with the wind.

The Witch spoke to her in a seriousness that startled him although he could not hear what was said. Sophie stopped. Unease, tension filled her fragile frame.

what had been said

another flash

another witches eyes, warning him to stay put.

Sophie, leaned foreward, engrosed in the opera. Alloweing the music, the song to enfold her. She noticed that her 'guardians' had gone. Probably to powder. She felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She was not allone in her box. She looked down.... all the people... she dropped her kerchiefe. Sophie did not look around, but sat back in her chair. She was sure something was about to happen. There was a stillness about the box that only occured in the woods when a preditor was about. She attempted to even out her shallow breath. The presance she felt was close now. Again, she refused to look, starring ahead, this tactic seemed to work for a moment. Untill she felt a hand around her arm. She was then jerked to her feet.

"You will come with us." one of the two men snarled in her ear.

Then large men lead her out, down a starecase she didnt know exsisted.

The swiftness made her head spin, she fell against the wall, but the man caught her, steadied her, then killed the seccond man. She looked to see the first, bleading profusely from his throte, the seccond, dispatched, his blood on her. The man who'd killed them, grabbed her by her wrist, pulling him to her.

"you should be more careful." he whispered harshely in her ear before picking her up, carying her down the stares. She put her arms around his neck, holding on. She knew she wasnt heavy and her weight did not seem to affect his stride. Then they were out in the night air, he was putting her down, his sholder leingth black hair had fallen accross his face, his black eyes glinted in thie night. He then lead her into a carrage with out another word. He closed the door on her face, not allowing her to thank him, in her hands she held his purple hair tie.

He'd let her keep it.

There could be no harm in it.

He attempted to convinse himself.

He held her kerchief to his face, intaking her scent as he watched the carrage take her to her aptments.

BLANK SPOT

Night. Darkness. She could not hold back her tears. Memories of the filthy man, his moustache, his large hands. Her chest hurt, her body felt as if it were shattering.

She was awair of being on her knees, awair of the dirt on her. She was not sure where she was. She knew she had walked for some time. She caughed for some time.

Blood on her hands, she'd lost her kerchiefe on the way to here, where ever here was.

It was obvious she was in someone's famaly plot. The ugly man invaded her memory again. Sobs again escaped her. How could she marry such a man?

She leaned against the stone of effegy... she felt he consciousness leave her.

She was not where she should have been. The manor was in an uproar.

His informant whispered harshely to him across the table in the tavern.

No one had seen when she left, but it had been some time ago, after the engagement had been anounced.

Simon came close to snearing when he heard the name of the fiance. Disgusting man. Ugly vices. But as Sophie's guardian had pointed out, not many men would want a child of consumption, and this one vowed to take care of her.

Not to mention her vast fortune as well.

Easaly remadied.

He waved the informant away. He would need to return to his own manor, to collect his things. Sophie had probably run to the witches.

Nathen was a bit surprised apon the approach to his home. He saw movement on the corner toward the back of his famaly manor. He went immediately to the back garden.

Again he saw movement.

He saw a glow, in the famaly plot.

Nothing was supposed to glow. He purposefully approached.

Breath caught in his chest.

Sophie. Holding something purple in her hand.

It had looked like she'd collapsed against the headstone belonging to his brother. He picked her up, she was filthy.

Her eyes opened. She said nothing.

He kicked his own door open, oh well, it was just the pantry. At this many of his servants ran in the room, lights held high.

They stopped immediately, starring.

Her skin was so cold, he looked down at her to make sure she was actually breathing. Blood caked around the corners of her mouth.

"she needs to be bathed. Start the tea, I will finish it. Go fetch the doctor."

he did not relinquish his hold of her untill the hot bathwater was readdy, his female servents a bit nervious.

He did not send any of the servents away apon the death of his parents or siblings, but yet, it had been some time since they had a lady to care for.

He left then. Back to the pantry, he retreaved the herbs to be placed in her tea.

"Sir.. are you here?" his man servant asked

He allowed a grin. "I dont beleive I have been here for two days. I will not return untill tomorow ... perhaps afternoon."

"yes sir."

He took his leave. She would need clothing for tomorow, and the only place to get suitable garments would be her own house.

That could not be helped.

Apon his return he was presented with the doctors letters. She needed to rest for at least a week with not socializing. She should not be moved.

He called his manservant. "Take this to her 'guardian' inform the woman that, as per normal, when I am not here you will not allow ANYONE in. Including her, and the fiace. Also make sure to get enough clothing for her."

He wondered how difficult it would be to keep those two at bay, allow Sophie the rest she needed. "sir, where did I find her?"

"No use in making something up. You found her in the garden."

"yes, sir."

Nathen went down to the chambers undernieth the manor... his pleasure awaited him there.

The bath had warmed her a bit. It felt wonderful to be clean. The maid handed her tea, and it had helped ease her aching body.

She was then shown to a room. It was just as nice as any of her own. But she couldn't sleep. She tried.

It was not working.

The restless feeling would not leave her.

She found a robe, and allowed her feet to carry her.

Eventually she found a door she felt like opening. She did so quietly, hearing wretched groans, wimpers and pleads. She leaned against the side of the doorway.

The familliar man, the one she knew she'd seen before held something sharp in his hands

the man tied down was bloody, some of his innards exposed

He met her eyes, she did not look away.

Simon saw the man's eyes look toward the door. He narrowed his eyes. His servants knew better than to come down here. He looked behind him.

Sophie

His body turned toward her. His hand put down the scalpel, His feet lead him toward her.

She shivered slightly. He wondered if she feared him. If she did, her eyes held none of it. She calmly looked at him.

"You should be sleeping." Nathen told her quietly.

I'm cold." She caughed a bit into her kerchief.

It was colder here. He was sure he did no need to point that out. "Would you like some more tea."

Her deep brown eyes

"yes, please."

"If you will," he held his arm for her

she looked so frail

Insted of resting her hand on it, like most would, she wraped her arm in his as he led her to the kitchen.

She did not sit, insted, she walked toward the pantry and its door, badly in need of repair.

"Its colder outside." He reminded her as he lit the stove for the water. His man servent appeared out of nowhere, like he normally did

She turned, wind blew about her, she caughed slightly, as if clearing her throte, he smelled the blood that appeared on her kerchief "I will walk in the garden whail the tea is prepared."

her soft voice carried by the wind, caressing his ears

He could stop her, he could throw her over his sholder or drag her, She couldnt fight him in his sleep

She slipped out the door.

"Stop."

she turned to look at him, she paused, but by no means would she come back in w/out force.

There was nothing for it, he took of his blood streaked jacket and placed it around her sholders

She slipped her arm around his.

They walked in the night, She pointed out the various herbs, the flowers. How she knew this, he could only fathom it was the knowled of the witches....

It was the onset of winter, to early yet to snow.

But she accurately named everything there.

She smiled.

He lead her toward the wasted pantry door, but she stopped, looking at the stones in the plot. An appropriate guhst of wind blew her long brown hair behind her, she was glowing again.

He allowed her to lead him toward the grave stones, through the iron gate.

She rested a hand on the closest one

a frown

disgust

"a child of sin." she looked past him

"we both are." she continued

then she knelt down, touched the ground

"evil has soaked in here, demanding retribution." she almost whispered

"and you give it. attempting to irradicate it. you will be compelled to do so till you die."

she looked up at him, her body visibly shivering.

He scooped her up to a standing position, wraping his arms around her, leading her into the house.

"when you return, will you walk with me through the house?" she asked after taking a sip of the tea.

"Certainly." he found that he too, could not speak much above a whisper.

"May I sit in the library?" she asked

"you have access the the entirety of the house." he informed her, whial looking at his man servant. The man nodded, a mild look of concern/confusion in his eyes

"bring the other cup." he told the man, holding his hand out to her, she grasped it, her cold fingers, wrapping around his warm ones. He lead her back to the room he'd placed her in.

Above the garden, the sun would rise, shining in its glory through the stained glass.

He turned down the bedding for her, then handed her the cup his man servant had carried.

"she should have a fire, constantly in any room she is in." he reminded the man.

He imediately set forth in rebuilding this one.

"you have things to do. I know." she said softly

He nodded at her, turned to leave..

"wait." her voice even softer

He looked to her, holding out her kerchief to him, for a moment he could not move, slowely he took it from her, took it with him. Taking one last look at her whail she drank the tea.

He was not surprised, when he arrived at the top of the afternoon when he saw the police carrage. He made sure to arrive just after they did. He allowed shocked surprise to fill his face, as he of course knew 'nothing' of what was going on. He'd been (insert name of place here) and was just returning. The men glared at the door as Nathen took the opportunity to explane the elderly nature of the doorman. Nathan was sure Christopher was taking his time to actually answer the bell. The two men turned at his arival, attempting to look menacing. He was not at all impressed. He greeted them politely. It seemed Sophie's 'guardians' were under the impression he had kidnapped her and was holding her hostage. He led them in, as the doorman appeared, appologising profusely for his slowness. The policement understood as soon as they saw the elderly man. Nathen excused himself in order to straighten his appearance, the men were offered food and coffee.

Nigel appeared at his side just before he entered his room to change his travel clothes.

"We are still in possession of the doctors notes?" he asked

"Yes sir, what we sent her...'guardians' was a copy."

as per his instructions

"very good, show the papers to the men." He hesitated, not knowing why. Nigel was on his way out before he could find his voice, "nigel." he realized the volume of his voice had dropped. "Sophia?"

"She woke late in the morning, The cook, did not make her a feast, as one of his brothers had consumption, so he made her toast, a bit of meal, all of which she ate. Nurse Tilly's daughter arrived around ten. Kale has made Miss Sophie some lovely teas all throughout the day."

"Nurse Till?" he stopped

"She had a letter of introduction sir, I assumed you knew her,"

An immage of the witches filled his mind. They would know, wouldn't they.

"Very well? Her activities?"

"Mis Sophie has spent the day in the library. I have made sure to supply her with blankets. The nurse Kale has checked on her, kept her company. I'm not sure the girl is long for this earth sir."

He felt as he had been hit with a sledge hammer. He finished.

"you can understand her 'guardians' concern." the police man asked, rather nerviously. No one from town had ever enjoyed visits to his manor house.

"Definately." He turned to Nigel." What time did you find the girl?" he asked.The rumors of demonic pressance/ possession, death... they were enough to keep people away. ... it had never been forgotten that when the priests had traveled up to the house to investigate the rumors, his parents were waiting in the front yard, crusified. As the mob outside was temporarally stunned, what was left of his parents had caught on fire.

He'd been eight

When he'd turned nine, his brother had been found, rather eviscerated, he had been ill, feaver and hallucination, pain.... the doctors that attended the surviving member of the family had many stories to tell of the odd boy, whom they believed to be an ofspring of the devil. The rumors died down as he was an avid church goer, and contributed handsomly. Or he had been untill the town was more at ease. He had a tendancy to travel, and it was known he was never one to sit in the family house.

He met the policeman's eyes, Nigel handed him the doctors note. He read it, then handed it to the men.

"Where is she now?" he asked Nigel

"The Library, sir."

"I understand she is not to be disturbed by anyone, but you must understand we need to see her." one of the men explaned.

"Of course." Nathen answered, "if you don't mind I'm rather curious as well."

"Did you know the girl."

"I do not recall ever being introduced to her." Nathen replyed without lying.

They entered the library. He slid a loook to the two men. They imediately reacted to the heat eminating from the room. The Nurse Kale seemed to be burning infusions of inscens and had just handed a cup of tea to the girl.

The firelight played in her eyes, set her brown hair ablase with color the sun did not,the golden colors of her youth, reds glared, her brown eyes seemed to look like red amber. Her paleness stood out, in one hand she clucthed her bllodstaned 'kerchiefe. She looked at them w/out saying anything. Her skin looked as close to white as one could get. She sat near the fireplace in his favorite chair, with several blankets covering her, one of his favorite books in her lap. Her hand trembled when she put the cup on the table beside her. She then fixed her amber eyes on the men, who actually squermed under her gaze.

"I have written a letter to my aunts." her soft voice almost could not be herd over the crackeling of the fire. Nurse Kale picked the envelope up and handed it to the closest of the men, who took it with unease.

The other man cleared his throte "could you tell us how you came to be here?"

Sophie closed her eyes and leaned back. "I have no memory of how I came to be here."

One of them cleared thier throtes. "Your aunt said that your absence was noted at your engagement party."

She did not answer, but looked at his as if she were waiting for him to finish his statement. This made the two men uncomfortable. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a close to invisible grin on Nigels' face. Ahead he noted a look of distaste spreak accross Nurse Kale's fetures. His ire seem to be on the side of Nurse Kale.

One of the men cleared his throte, looking down at the letter the doctor left. "It states specifically that you are to have NO visitors," he cleared his voice "and that you are not to be moved."

Sophie raised her eyebrow. "Hence the letter to my aunt." he quiet voice seemed to find an edge, the edge seemed to unsettle the man.

"oh, yes, very well, I thank you all, Im sure your aunt will be releaved that you are in such good, charatable care."

Somehow, Nathen doupted that.

Nigel showed them out.

Sophie sipped her tea. A purple ribon in her hair, keeping it out of her face. Her gown was lavender. He stood transfixed, unable to move.

"I have seen the parts of the house you frequent. There's no need to show me the empty carcase." She looked back at his book for a moment.

She was not at all disconcerted in his standing, staring at her.

She was used to it.

He was now sure she'd know, all these years of his preasance.

"would you care to dine with me?" he found himself asking.

She looked away from the book, illuminated by the firelight, glowing. She smiled, her red-amer eyes met his. "lovely."

for a moment his breath left him.

Nigel, Nurse Kale and a few of his other trusted servens braught in a small table in which to place thier dinnerware in the library.

"you usually eat in your room." she mentioned.

He did, he'd had a desk placed in there. She was correct in that she'd seen the parts of the manner he'd actually lived in. He would eat in his room, the kitchen, the library. The only rooms he had a desire to go. Besides the private ones under the house. he attempted not to be transfixed by her preasance. Her beauty was almost painful.

She looked at him, for some time, as if atempting to learn something,

He was sure she would

A mischevious smile appeared on her white face "Did you travel well?"

It seems as if she had chosen her words carefully. He did see the humor in it. She knew not to ask where he'd gone, or did he have a bussy day. Perhaps she didnt want to know of that.

"The scenery was quite to my content."

"just past fall." Sophie muttered, looking into his eyes, stealing his breath. " I appreciate fall."

He almost forgot to put his food in his mouth. She would prefer that time.... she knew she was not much longer in this life. He atempted to turn his thoughts from that, they insted went to her fiance. Bile rose in his throte.

"I have no desire to marry him." Sophie responded to his thoughts.

That could be fixed.

"I'm sure his nieces would appreciate your concern." her eyes, fire.

He did not miss the implication. It was not the time, however.

She seemed to relax. Could she read him so well?

"If I am awake apon your return, would you take tea with me?" she asked

it seemed she could

He nodded, his voice temporaraly stuck.

He flung his blood stained clothes on his sitting chair. His vallet, and most trusted amongst servents Nigal stood impartially beside the chair as he ripped the rest of his clothes off, groweling in temper.

He snapped his wet hair back, ripped the ribon out, it was black. He needed more purple one's.

"your bath is ready sir. Also I took the liberty of contacting Basil."

He stopped. Stood in the middle of his room, in front of the desk unclothed.

"He has informed me that there is an interested party concerning the fiance that is offering a more that handsom compensation for your time."

"you know of the fiance?" he could not quite bring himself to say 'her'

"sir, my niece was in his employ. for a short time."

She had died in childbirth, unwed... the child had not survived either.

A snarel escaped him, even he was surprised by the verocity.

"your bath sir?"

Nathen looked at himself in the mirror. Every muscle, every sinue tense, blood had seeped through his clothes, staining parts of his skin.

He sunk himself in the bath. Watched the steam rise.

why did he feel like he was an idiot 14 year old boy in that girls presance? In all his life he'd not found anyone worth taking his time away from his occupation. It was a good one as if fed his need for blood, for the knives, the pain of others. He'd made sure they were all worthy of such attentions, but he'd also increased his fortune as well.

Discust filled him. He was now old enough that long rides made him ache.

Only younger than the fiance by a few years.

In all his life he'd only been close to Nigal, Christopher and a few others on the staff that I dont feel like making up names to rt now. They understood his passions. They made sure the staff was trusworthy.

Not that it mattered. He'd killed the one who hadnt been. Over a course of time.

part two

She sat up, the Lady was there..

her black eyes shining a light not yellow or white.

The Fae who had sustained the living, the Fae who had bread with them

creating a type of hybred.

She and the other elders were the gods

she was the accolyte

as was Nathen.

Blood as the life force.

That which sustains.

She was barely awair she had put the robe and slippers on, her feet carried her, again.

He scribbled in his journal. He aslo had papers of estate to finish. He watcher her enter his room. Did she know what hour of the night it was? She spared him a passing glance, climbed into his bed.

What the hell was she doing?

"I have no intention of sleeping elsewhere." He informed her as he attempted to finish what he was writing.

She said nothing, but certainly made herself comfortable...

His hand trembled. He carefully placed the quill down. Slowely stood up. She was looking at him.

Disconcerting him.

He looked at the fireplace, added a log to it automatically.

She was always cold

What did she think she was doing?

He slowely removed his clothing. She did not look away.

She waited.

For him.

He grabbed her wrists, forcing her on her back as he stratled her.

She looked up at him quite calmly. He almsost snarled

"you are making yourself unwedable." he growled

"I care not for the men in my circle." Still calm.

He kissed her, hard, he was sure he was brusing her.

"Do you even understand what you are doing?" he snarled in her ear.

"Perfectly well sir." she wispered in a way that made him loose the rest of his composure.

He froze, looking at the bruse around her mouth, feeling ashamed of hurting her. Again.

Her eyes, still amber looked into his, wanting.

waiting, unflinchingly

"I want you to wife."

"you belong to me." she whispered

she was right.

He was awair it was morning. They were intertwined. Her blood in his mouth, his still stained hers as well. She was looking at him. A soflt smile played on her lips.

She was not cold.

He did NOT like visiting the (insert priestly title here) but it was rather unavoidable.

The man had stumbled around his excuses long enough. Nathen pulled out the all mightly bank notes.

It looked as if the man were now drooling as the golden trappings of his office shimmered in the afternoon sun.

The snow threataning in the air.

The man took the money

"In two days time."

It was agreed

The snow was dropping slowely from the sky. Nigel and Kale had accompanied them, wrapping Sophie with in an inch of her life in furs. The Church was close, but they wanted to take as little chance with her health as they could.

She shivered only just.

She wore a plane white frock, with one of his purple ribons in her hair.

He removed himself from the bed. She opened her eyes. Her cheeks flushed, her skin still pale.

She watched him as he went to his writing table.

The letter, to her 'guardians'. Sophie having no desire to return to her father's estate had requested he allow them to remain there, and receave a stypend for the rest of her days.

She was much more kind than he.

He grinned. Wondering what the cast off fiance would do, knowing it, waiting for the man to arrive.

and he did. In a rage. The 'guardians' had demanded to see thier 'neice.' which of course he denyed for the time being, as Sophie's health did not permit such things.The man arrived, seathing in rage to be denyed his child bride.

He challenged Nathen to a duel of rapiers. Nathen had laughed in his face, accepting the challenge. The slothful man was no challenge. He sent the body back to the 'aunts' with a letter, informing them that should they anoy him further he would sease Sophie's estate, which was technically his, sell it and turn them out.

Things settled.

Three months slid by, almost without his notice.

In the spring, and probably due to the every other day letters of 'concern' from her 'aunts' she'd asked him to hold a dinner. He agreed to the logic. People would want to see that she was there of her own volition. He was awair of the rumors concering the two of them.

She found them as amusing as did he.

She looked outside. It was close to time when the guests would arrive. Marie had finished assisting her in dressing. Kale had given her dose of medicines, herbs and teas for the evening. Of course there would be more with the dinner. Nigel had informed her that the players had arrived. She could hear them tuning. Nathen was still down below in his workshop. She sighed. He did tend to loose track of time when down there. There was nothing for it. She gathered up her skirts, down to the passage that would lead her to her husband.

She did occasionally watch him at his hobbie. Hobbie/ occupation. One in the same. Normally he did not loose his sence of presance, except when down below the house. She opened the door, carefull to look at the floor. He did so love to remove parts. Of wich she stepped over. She had no desire to get someone else's blood on her dress, expecially some one as unclean as would be found here. Her husband looked at her, saw in hand, blood dripping. He was gleaming with it. He looked at her, mildly disoriented.

"The guests will be arriving soon." she said over the groan of agony, the pleading....

"Hmmm." he cast a look back at the person on the table. Then sighed.

"If I must."

"It would be a bit odd for you to be late, as you are known to be here today." she reminded him softly.

He placed the saw down on the table.

"Very well."

He followed her upstares.

He rode as fast as he could. He ran into the house, non stop untill he reached the door to his and sophia's room. Her 'aunts' were outside of the door. The doctor, covered in Sophies blood.

"I arrived as soon as I receaved the message." He was out of breath.

The 'aunts' sneared at him.

"Its your fault." one of them stated.

her black eyes shining a light not yellow or white.

The Fae who had sustained the living, the Fae who had bread with them

creating a type of hybred.

She and the other elders were the gods

she was the accolyte

as was Nathen.

Blood as the life force.

That which sustains.

She was barely awair she had put the robe and slippers on, her feet carried her, again.

He scribbled in his journal. He aslo had papers of estate to finish. He watcher her enter his room. Did she know what hour of the night it was? She spared him a passing glance, climbed into his bed.

What the hell was she doing?

"I have no intention of sleeping elsewhere." He informed her as he attempted to finish what he was writing.

She said nothing, but certainly made herself comfortable...

His hand trembled. He carefully placed the quill down. Slowely stood up. She was looking at him.

Disconcerting him.

He looked at the fireplace, added a log to it automatically.

She was always cold

What did she think she was doing?

He slowely removed his clothing. She did not look away.

She waited.

For him.

He grabbed her wrists, forcing her on her back as he stratled her.

She looked up at him quite calmly. He almsost snarled

"you are making yourself unwedable." he growled

"I care not for the men in my circle." Still calm.

He kissed her, hard, he was sure he was brusing her.

"Do you even understand what you are doing?" he snarled in her ear.

"Perfectly well sir." she wispered in a way that made him loose the rest of his composure.

He froze, looking at the bruse around her mouth, feeling ashamed of hurting her. Again.

Her eyes, still amber looked into his, wanting.

waiting, unflinchingly

"I want you to wife."

"you belong to me." she whispered

she was right.

He was awair it was morning. They were intertwined. Her blood in his mouth, his still stained hers as well. She was looking at him. A soflt smile played on her lips.

She was not cold.

He did NOT like visiting the (insert priestly title here) but it was rather unavoidable.

The man had stumbled around his excuses long enough. Nathen pulled out the all mightly bank notes.

It looked as if the man were now drooling as the golden trappings of his office shimmered in the afternoon sun.

The snow threataning in the air.

The man took the money

"In two days time."

It was agreed

She shivered only just.

She wore a plane white frock, with one of his purple ribons in her hair.

He removed himself from the bed. She opened her eyes. Her cheeks flushed, her skin still pale.

She watched him as he went to his writing table.

The letter, to her 'guardians'. Sophie having no desire to return to her father's estate had requested he allow them to remain there, and receave a stypend for the rest of her days.

She was much more kind than he.

He grinned. Wondering what the cast off fiance would do, knowing it, waiting for the man to arrive.

Things settled.

Three months slid by, almost without his notice.

She found them as amusing as did he.

"The guests will be arriving soon." she said over the groan of agony, the pleading....

"Hmmm." he cast a look back at the person on the table. Then sighed.

"If I must."

"It would be a bit odd for you to be late, as you are known to be here today." she reminded him softly.

He placed the saw down on the table.

"Very well."

He followed her upstares.

He rode as fast as he could. He ran into the house, non stop untill he reached the door to his and sophia's room. Her 'aunts' were outside of the door. The doctor, covered in Sophies blood.

"I arrived as soon as I receaved the message." He was out of breath.

The 'aunts' sneared at him.

"Its your fault." one of them stated.

He rounded on them. "You, ladies will go to the solar. You have done your best to destroy her, adn are mearly upset about your lack of inherritance. Go, before I remove you." He ripped open the door, a few people were still in the room tending to Sophie, almost drowning in her own blood. The Lady, standing beside her. "Every one OUT." he snarled at them. At first no one moved. He stalked in the room, bodaly throwing out the first person he reached. They fled. The doctor had followed him in. Nurse Kale exsited, throwing a glance toward Sophie over her sholder.

"You.. understnad... it may be too late...." He punched the doctor in the face, then threw him out of the room. He slammed and locked the door.

He stood for a moment. Starring at Sophie's unconscious form. blood everywhere.

She should not be like this.

Not her.

Not now.

He flet his knees weake and somehow made it into the bed, next to her, gathering her up in his arms. For the first time, he cryed. His body wracked with sobs he could not controll. The Lady moved. He looked up at her.

"I will give you anything." she couldn't leave him. Not now. "my life." he again, sobbed, clutching her. More of her blood on him that he'd ever wanted... too much.

"you would be so selfish, as she lives for you."

He looked up at her, at a loss, what more could she want? What more could he offer?

"what ever you want." he ghasped

"In my time, in your time, half this life, half the next." she said

"yes." he answered.

He couldnt help it, as he took in her life fluid, it had always tasted better than any. It was habbit now.

The sun's red rays cast themselves through the window, on her face, he stopped to look at her, her breath deepened. She slowely fluttered, then opened her eyes.

He kissed her as gently as he could.

She sighed.

She kissed him, softly.

Her eyes traveled to a towel, completely bloodstaned, soaked, slightly bulging.

"three months." she whispered.

he rested his forehead against hers. He should have stayed.

Why did she not tell him?

"I knew. I could not carry your child." she said.

a sadness he had never heard, imbeded in her voice.

He looked to the cloth.

As did she.

"I want that," her eyes met his. "we should take that in." her voice so weak.

Yes, they should, he reached over, pulled the cloth to them.

It has been confirmed

2007-11-22T09:05:00.000-08:00

and I figured out how to create the new series w/out messing things up.

Race in Egypt

2007-11-17T15:56:00.000-08:00

Religion and Conscience in Egypt
copyrite 1898

And that
we have in Egypt to deal with at least four
distinguishable races in the earliest history,
and a dozen subsequent mixtures of race
during recorded history, again makes our
difficulties the greater, but gives a fuller
example of such a history of a religion than
can be found elsewhere.
What the results are of a fusion of
races upon their beliefs have to be noticed
before we can deal with the construction of
the Egyptian religion. In considering this
the modern fusions of race are unfortunately
not examples to the point ; nearly all
modern fusions that we can examine being
between monotheism and polytheism, and
in such the exclusive claims of monotheism
leave but scanty ground for the previous
polytheism in any form.
But turning to the ancient world, there
are some good examples for study. The
Greek settlers in Egypt, we find, largely
adopted Egyptian gods ; for instance, Aristoneikos
appears on his stele as a mummy
introduced by Anubis to the presence of
Osiris and Isis ; and the mummy-case of
Artemidoros is covered with figures of
Anubis, Osiris, Isis, Nebhat, &c. As a
whole, the Greek settlers in their day
appear to have readily adopted both
Egyptian customs and Egyptian gods. On
the other hand, Greek gods were freely
worshipped in Egypt wherever Greek population
was in force. There seems to have
been no obstacle to the free acceptance of
each other's mythology, after the initial
question of fusion of the races was settled.
The Greeks adopted as their great local god
for the new city of Alexandria the deified
Hapi, which had been worshipped as a bull
at Memphis ; and they recognized him as a
god that died and was renewed by calling
him the Osirian, Osir-hapi, or Serapis. The
human form that was given him made him
practically a Greek Zeus, and so ensured his
acceptance by the Greek world.
Looking at earlier times in Egypt, we see
the same process. After the fusion of the
Egyptian and Syrian races in the XVIIIth
Dynasty, Syrian gods, Baal, Ashteroth,
Anaitis, and others, were freely worshipped
in Egypt, probably by the mixed descendants
of the two races.
Again, in the West we can trace similar
results. In Gaul and Britain we find side
by side altars to Keltic and to Latin deities ;
neither of them excluded the other, and the
mixed descendants of legionaries and natives
worshipped the gods of either side.
When we turn to the fusions in which
monotheism takes one part, we find considerable
signs of the same results, in spite of its
exclusiveness. In ancient Judaism so long
as any fusion of race was allowed the worship
of the gods of both sides was freely followed ;
and we find Manasseh building altars to all
the host of heaven in the temple of Yahveh
at Jerusalem. (2 Kings xxi. 5.) It is only
by the most rigid racial separation (Ezra x.
11, &c.) that a fusion of religion was prevented
in later times. The same thing is
obvious in the history of Christianity ; the
polytheism of the ancestors of the mixed
races has never been eradicated ; the Keltic
fairies were quite as real to the men of past
generations as any of the saints, and many a
man would sooner brave the terrors of the
church than insult the local spirits of the
impaired by
only receiving a partial support. Also that
in a fusion of race there is a complete
mixture of religion ; and in a change of
civilization an adoption of much of the new
beliefs. And that the question of which
shall be predominant depends on the general
predominance of the race or civilization at
any point in question. But Intolerance
assures us that a mixture of race and a
mixture of religion will always accompany
each other, excepting, perhaps, in a few
cases of an overwhelming influence of a
great civilization.
When we look to the evidences of the
various races which together formed the
population of Egypt at the earliest historical
age, we are able to glean some valuable
hints, mainly from the portraiture. Three
distinct types are met with on the sculptures
of the IVth Dynasty. The ruling race is
akin to the type of the people of Punt, the
"divine land"; and it seems most probable
that the dynastic Egyptians entered the
Nile valley at Koptos from the Red Sea.
Another type found in high position is akin
to the early Mesopotamian heads from Tell
Lo ; and it is generally recognized that there
are so many traces of influence from that
region that an immigration thence is a
probable factor. Thirdly, there is a coarse
type of a mulatto appearance ; and as it is
certain anatomically that there is much
negro blood in the oldest Egyptians, we
have one element of the mulatto in evidence.
The light element is doubtless Libyan, be
cause throughout historic times invasions
from the West have occurred every few
centuries, and they are not likely to have
originated at the rise of Egyptian power :
also the negroes are most likely to have
mixed with the fair races which bounded
their region in the North. This has been
stated at length in the History (i. 12-15),
and need not, therefore, be more fully
entered on here.
We have thus to expect a first stratum
of negro and Libyan, then a Mesopotamian
influence, and lastly a Punite power, in the
religions as also in the races.

According to most Egyptologists the
variety of gods was determined by the
different beliefs of every petty capital of
every province of Egypt. Yet these authorities
avoid the conclusion that these gods
belong to different ancestries.

That great mixtures of race had taken
place in the prehistoric ages, probably oftener
than once in a thousand years, is practically
certain, when we view the known history.
And as such mixtures always produce local
diversity, we should expect to see differences
and incongruities between the beliefs of all
the principal, and even the minor, centres of
population. In one town the A tribe would
be strongest ; in the next the B tribe still
remained in power ; on the opposite side the
C tribe had later thrust themselves in. Such
is the view which is forced upon us by the
historic probabilities of the country. Hence,
local differences are only another name for
tribal differences and diversities of origin.
It may be said that we do not see such
new gods being introduced by the migrations
during historic times, and hence we should

not expect these changes to result from the
prehistoric migrations. This is a very partial
view. In the first place new gods were needless,
because almost every race that could
burst into Egypt had already come in and
planted their gods, hence reconquests by the
same race a second time merely brought
forward their already-present god. To take
an acknowledged instance, the Libyan conquest
by the XXI Ind and XXVIth Dynasties
forced Neith, the Libyan goddess, into prominence,
after she had almost disappeared in
Egypt. When a really fresh race came in
their gods then appear also as new gods
in Egypt, such as the Syrian gods and the
Greek gods. Then, moreover, when once
the religion had become fixed by written
formulae and types of worship on monuments,
the beliefs already figured on the
spot held their ground against the unwritten
faith of the moving immigrants.
While, therefore, fully recognizing that the
diversities of belief were local, and that the
prominence of a deity was largely due to the
political importance of his centre of worship,
yet we must logically see behind these local
differences the racial and tribal differences
by which they were caused ; and behind the
The union of Osiris to
Isis, and his adoption of Horus, was a
later modification. Hence there was no
incongruity in the earliest view of Horus
and Set being honoured side by side. But
when Horus became the step-son of Osiris,
later the full son of Osiris himself, he was
bound to be antagonistic to Set. That Set
belongs to the Libyans or Westerns is probable,
because he is considered to have red
hair and a white skin ; in fact, the Tahennu,
or clear-race complexion. And it is probable
that the Osiris- 1 sis group is also of Libyan
origin, as we shall see later on.
Hence we may picture to ourselves the
gods Isis, Osiris, and Set, as the three divinities
of different tribes of Libyans. So long
as the Isis worshippers and Set worshippers
were in fraternity and tribal union, Horus
and Set were coequal gods. But when the
Osiris worshippers, with whom the Setites
were at feud, united with the Isiac tribe, and
Osiris was married to Isis, it became the
duty of Horus to fight Set. Accordingly
we see the war of Horus and Set throughout
Egypt, and garrisons of the followers of
Horus were established by the side of the
principal centres of Set worship to keep
down the Setite tribe. (See Masp., Etudes
ii. 324.) This tribal view of the religious
discordances and changes seems to be the
only rational cause that can be assigned.
That tribal wars existed no one would
venture to dispute, and that religious changes
would ensue from political changes we see
exemplified all through the history of Egypt.
The cause existed for such divergences, and
it was capable of producing these divergences
: while no other reasonable cause can
be assigned, and the gods are expressly
represented as fighting and vanquishing each
other's followers. We need hardly say that
the Syrian god Sutekh, which comes in
about the XlXth Dynasty, has no connection
with the primitive Egyptian god Set.
22. Another puzzling and discordant
element in the mythology is the goddess
Hathor. She is the most ubiquitous deity
of all. Yet she is seldom worshipped alone
and unmodified, and she is usually identified
with some other goddess or with a female
form of some god. Sekhet, Neit, lusaas, Best,
Uazit, Mut, Hekt, and Aset are all identified
with her at different places, and she
appears as female forms of Sopd, Behudt,
Anpu, and Tanen. She has no permanent
characteristics, no special attributes. The
uncouth human face with cow's ears and
modified cow's horns is the only typical form
of the goddess, and the cow and the sistrum
are her only emblems ; but these distinctions
are not constant. Worshipped in every
nome of Upper and Lower Egypt, she was
yet one of the most evasive deities, and most
easily modified and combined.
Let us reflect on what this indicates. That
the worship was thus general, equally diffused
over the country, points to the country having
been under a uniform condition of subjection
to her worshippers. While the fact that at
no centre is she solely worshipped, and at
very few places even prominently, points to
other deities having been already in possession
of the country when her devotees spread
her adoration. Where then are we to look
for her native land ? It has been shown that
Hathor was lady of Punt, and was thence
introduced into Egypt. And we may see
further confirmation of this. The only places
outside of Egypt with which she is connected
are Punt, Mafekt (Sinai) where the Punites
are very likely to have settled on the Red
Sea and Kapna. This last is usually
rendered as equal to the Gubla or Byblos,
but another Kapna was in the land of Punt,
and in the only place where Hathor is lady
of Kapna she is also lady of Wawat on the
Upper Nile. (Rec. II. 120.) Hence it is
more likely that the Kapna of Hathor is a
district of Punt. Further, of Isis, who is
identified at Dendera with Hathor, it is said,
"
Isis was born in the Iseum of Dendera of
Apt, the great one of the temple of Apt,
under the form of a woman black and red."
(M. Dend. text 30.) This points to a southern
origin. The Punites are coloured dark red,
and the neighbouring peoples black, while
the Asiatics are yellow, and the Libyans fair.
When we come to look to the nature of the
goddess we see further connection. That
Min was a Punite god is most likely, as his
position at Koptos on the Red Sea road
indicates, as well as his three colossal statues
there, apparently carved by a Red Sea people
in prehistoric time. And Min was the great
father-god. Hathor is the co-relative mothergod,
she in whom dwells the son Hor. Her
character as the universal mother is well
recognized, and is plainly on a par with the
idea of Min as the great father. Thus the
two gods whom we are led to connect with
the Punite race by their position, are similar
in nature and point to a worship of reproduction
apparently belonging to that people.
Another connection is seen in the position of
Hathor in the country. The only supreme
centre for her was at Dendera, which is
opposite to Koptos, the seat of Min, and
on the line of any invaders from the Red
Sea into the Nile valley.
That Hathor was brought in by a people
after the establishment of the other deities
we have already observed. And this exactly
agrees to her belonging to the Punite race
which founded the dynastic history. Their
great female divinity they identified with
every other goddess that they met throughout
Egypt, and established her worship also
as a local Hathor in every nome, calling her
the "
princess of the gods." The whole
phenomena of the diffusion of her worship
are thus accounted for by the historical
connection in which her origin leads us to
place her. Therefore, by her being stated
to come from Punt, by the foreign places to
which she is connected, by her colour, by
her being complementary to Min the other
Punite god, by the place of her main
sanctuary, and by the peculiar diffusion of
her worship, we are led to one conclusion
throughout that Hathor was the Punite
goddess introduced at the beginning of the
dynastic history.
23. Another prominent case of discordance
is in the worship of the crocodile god Sebek.
This was most prevalent in the Fayum,
" the lake of the crocodile"; and the marshy,
shallow margins of the wide lake as it then
was must have been very favourable to
such amphibia. Up the Nile other places
were also devoted to crocodile worship, such
as Silsileh, Ombos, and Nubt, while at
neighbouring towns the animal was detested
and attacked, as at Dendera, Apollinopolis,
and Heracleopolis.
Here such discordant beliefs could not
be supposed to spring up side by side
amongst a homogeneous people living
together ; on the contrary, they show a
difference of thought and of belief which
must have been developed at different places
and under different conditions. Sebek was
a creative god ; being the largest and most
intelligent animal of the water, the crocodile
was the emblem of the ruler of the primordial
ocean. And in later times Osiris was
identified with the crocodile, and appears
as the reptile with a human head in the
Fayum. As it is impossible for the crocodile
worship to have originated outside of Egypt,
we may look on it as one of the oldest
worships in the country, as the people who
adopted such a belief cannot have had any
other very fixed or developed worship
already adopted. That it originated in the
Fayum is possible from its permanence
there, from that being a great haunt of
crocodiles in early times, and from a
western goddess, Neith, being figured as
suckling two crocodiles. The seats of
Sebek-worship elsewhere in Egypt might,
if so, point to migrations of the tribe who
occupied the Fayum in the earliest times.
We have now seen enough of these
examples of discordant beliefs to credit the
view that they are an evidence of the differences
of race, and of the various elements
of the religion having been introduced by
different tribes from various quarters, who
had successively forced their way into
Egypt.
24. Before going further it will be well
to note some of the instances of changes
in the religion, and of one belief altering
or superseding another, which are already
observed and acknowledged by the best
students. The following illustrations are
all taken from the studies published by
Maspero, who well recognizes that "a
religion always has a history, at whatever
time after its origin we may view it," and
that a study of isolated gods must always
precede the treatment of their combined
forms.
Of the creative gods there are three
Khnum, Sebek, and Ptah which do not
correspond to the same view of creation,
and reigned over different worshippers, at
least at first. They were completely
strangers, and sometimes enemies, with no
more connection than had the princes of
the very different districts of Egypt to
which they belonged. And even Ptah had
a long history, for Tatnen is the oldest
form of Ptah ; or rather as we should say,
a previous god of Memphis, who was
absorbed in the later god Ptah, and whose
memory was kept up by the compound
god Ptah-Tatnen. Ptah was alone at first,
and subsequently Sekhet was brought in
to the Memphite worship as the wife of
Ptah, although her previous position was
with Atmu of Heliopolis. Imhotep was
at first an epithet of Ptah, before being
made into a separate god as the son of
Ptah.
Turning to the Heliopolitan gods the
changes and growth are frequent. Shu,
who was at first space or air, was made
into a son of Atmu ; then later he became
identified with Atmu. In the later growth
of the Ra worship some kept to only a
human figure of Ra, and a hawk-headed
Horakhti ; others brought in new names
for the new conceptions Atmu for the past
sun, Khepra for the present sun, &c.
Then these again became compounded,
as Atmu-Harakhti- Khepra.
At Thebes alterations are also seen.
The whole Thebaid was originally subject
to Mentu ; Amen then came forward, and
Mentu was reduced to being a son of Amen.
The gods of the dead varied as much as
any. Sokar at Memphis and Mertseger
at Thebes were the earliest. The kingdom
of Sokar in the west was adopted into the
Book of Duat ; as also was the kingdom
of Osiris in the north, and in the stars.
And Sokar became identified with Osiris
of the Delta, they both being gods of the
dead. Then Osiris became also mingled
with Khentamenti of Abydos, another god
of the dead. And Osiris was also married
to I sis, and established the popular Osirian
cycle. After that came the combination
of the Osiride and Sokar myths in the
various ritual books of the future life, where
the increasing solarization can be traced as
late as the XXth Dynasty. As Maspero
says,
" The increasingly intimate connection
of Osiris and Ra, gradually mixed both
myths and dogmas which had been entirely
separate at first. The friends and enemies
of each became the friends and enemies
of the other, and lost their native character
in forming combined personages, in whom
the most contradictory elements were
mixed, often without succeeding in uniting
them."
Later than all these changes, and attempted
unification of gods, whose nature or whose
territories overlapped, came the great sorting
movement of forming triads and enneads in
highly artificial orders and combinations,
which in their turn led up to the idea of
the unity of all the gods, that is so prominent
in the later pantheistic views. These
latest ideas put forward in the elaborate
and lengthy inscriptions of Ptolemaic times
are what have led many scholars to lose sight
of the several earlier stages which we have
here been noticing.
We have now seen how important the
discordances and alterations of the Egyptian
religion are for throwing some light on
the history of its many modifications a
history which passed away before our
earliest records, and which can only be
recovered by the comparison of different
and contradictory views. In these we
have embalmed for study the only fragments
of the prehistoric age that we can
work on ; and it is this which gives such
study a value far beyond that belonging to
the religion alone. We gain a glimpse of
the perspective of the growth of mind.

aahhh petrie

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(the above is my fav pic of petrie, its in the Mark Lehner book, the complete Pyramids)
religion and conscience in Egypt
copyrite 1898

But my object was to see what
really is, and not to try to fit that in with
any theories, however highly supported, or
any views, however orthodox. Treating the
divagations of human thought as if they
must have been systematic and logical has
been the bane of all theories ; and many a
house of cards has been built to match one
single fact or principle which has been
grasped. I do not touch the larger questions
here, but only deal with what we can
readily see and prove ; and in this place I
no more attempt to enquire what lies behind
the growth of ideas here traced, than the
biologist enquires what lies behind the comparison
and nature of the structures which
he unravels. We each try to see what
actually exists ; usually a safe and needful
course before attempting to account for its
results or its causes.

Tales of A Metaphysical Shopkeep p2 The Shamen

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The Shamen.

"I put WHAT on this... any WHY did you get cut up like this???" she demanded as she crunched the herbs she'd collected under Blue-Wolf's dictations. The fire crackled merraly illuminating the heiroglyphics in the cave.... so odd.... how the could be there was byond her under standing, but on thier way to this place, Blue-Wolf had cut his hand. She hadn't ... but she was confused as to why this was so.
'as if one such as us would. he is wolf, not used to craigs and climbing.' That sounded rather condescending to her.
"Im a but a man. It happens." he laughed.
?????
"bur your a shamen???" she said in confusion.
"a man none the less. My birth name is Jason."
She jerked, starteled in his confession of his name, he didn't share personal information, not usually. She picked up on something, but shoved it back beneith the surface, she wasnt sure it was something she needed to look at just now.

After she repaired Blue-Wolf's hand, she sat against the wall of the cave, he had gone hunting. Just a man, by the name of Jason... had he finially begun to see her in a way other than a silly little girl who din't know much about anything? She didnt even know about herbs! This had been the first time she'd ever 'lived' in the wild.... They had walked for at least a day... they braught nothing with them. After all, they'd only had four days to do this.... and she had to fast untill she had a vision......

She sighed and got up, wondering if Blue-Wolf, Jason would eat in front of her... she didnt like that idea so she left the cave and wound her way back to the trees. She wondered if she would get lost enough for a search party. That wouldnt be a good idea as this part of the grand canyon was restricted to visitors.

"you are ???"
"Linda !" the woman smiled and then launched into an explaination.
At that moment, Sita saw a dark cavernous room, hooded people, triangles , chanting... hands held up... the child screaming in pain of death....
"I- Im sorry... where did you say you were from?" Sita asked.... knowing the answer.
"Lakewood... got into a bit of an uncomfortable situation you know.... lovers quarel kind of thing"
Sita saw/knew... this idiot woman had atempted to play manipulation games w/the leader of the coven.
"Oh, ok... well let me know if you need anything." Sita said faintly.... she decided to hell with it,,,, she didnt need to be dorm 'leader'.....

two weeks later
Sita sat on top of the dryer as Jason put his clothes in the washer. He alowed his gaze to linger apon her for a moment.
"What are you doing with that girl Jason?"
He raised his eyebrows and grinned, he thought she meant something else,
"Just teaching her." He continued to smile in a rather self satisfyed way.
"She doesnt need it." Sita informed him. "Do you know what she is?"
Jason's smile faded and he looked at her with concern and thought for a moment how to present his thoughts.
Then they were there. The dead one's... two children with no eyes... they grined at her fearcly but not like wolf.... thier teeth were shapr like a great white shark.... then they held hands. And looked at her sternly, shaking thier head no, slowely.
"she needs some help, she is trying to break off from her negitive ways."
The children again shook thier heads back and forth slowely.... then flashed thier teeth at him and laughed.
"NO, JASON." Sita stood up. She only had one card to play.... she didnt like the manipulation game, but she was going to try to use his desire for her,,,, just this once to get her way.... but perhps 'he doesnt believe you will live with out him' said the snickering voice of Rykiki.....
"If you permit her in the circle I will leave... she will try to destroy all of you."
"Now, Sita... she needs a chance, just like you did."
Sita cringed inwardly.... she knew she sounded incredably mellodramatic.... but the children with no eyes approved.. hell... they should even be there.... she hadnt seen them since she was a young child.....
They looked over at the door and laughed loudly,,,,, the windows of the wash room slammed down in unison. The door opened... in walked linda... giving off the unmistakable aura that she was attemptin g to convinse Sita that she and Jason were lovers. Not yet... Sita knew... but it would be bound to happen, why any man would want to bed such an unatractive woman...
"Godd by Jason." Sita smiled at the children, giving them a slight bow...
As nice as she was bieng, she was utterly furious.... for reasons that had nothing to do with what was rolling around in thier minds... yes
Linda would seduce Jason... probably in the next twenty minuts,,,, dumbass men?
She reached out w/her energy....
ms Linda would not be getting pregnant by Jason....

Tales of A Metaphysical Shopkeep p5 the Monk

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The Monk

Tales of a Metaphysical Shopkeep p4 the Necronomicon

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Tales of Metaphysical Shopkeep p3 the other

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The OTHER
Her mind was buzzing with frustraition. She wasnt sure what to do with her time, presantly. Ever since her falling out with Jason and his circle. She was still atempting to deal with her disapointment on that matter, after all, he had said... he was 'just a man' .... but that didnt give him the right to be stupid, and horrible...... ick.... she felt like spitting.

She entered haymarket squair, allowing the mixtures of energy to sooth her, heading toward the man with the bagpipes,,,, as always, she tipped him with no less than a $10, but didnt let him see how much she put in.... she really didnt want him to know who was giving it, just that some one greatly appreciated his music.

As she walked, her attention was snagged by an artist.... he was outside the gallery, with two done paintings and an easle. Interesting..... She wafted over.
"iew." she said on accident.
The artist, who looked rather like painting of the frog she was responding to smiled at her in a greatly humored way.
"You don't like Frog?" he asked
"oh not another shamen, had that for dinner last week I'm affraid." her sarcastic and bitter toan flung itself out of her mouth.
He laughed good naturedly.... "Not everyone does.... What do you think about this one?" he jerked his head over toward the painting of nine squairs, the first four looking rather elemental, the rest, just odd to her. She stood for a few minuts looking at it.
"Are you hungrey?" she asked
"hmm getting around to it." he smiled "but I seem to be rather emersed." It looked like he was painting a landscape from the Main cost.
"I'll get you something. What will you have?" she asked him, surprising herself.
"ohh a nice salad will do." he said and eyed her in a conspiritorial manner.
She flet a chill of power.... and something that she may have considered sinister before her vision quest.

Tales of A Metaphysical Shopkeep. p1 Love and its spell

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Love and Its Spell.

"What do you see?" Blue-Wolf asked in a hushed voice.
Sita continued to stare at the three cards in front of her. Blue-Wolf had determined that she should studdy an aspect of divination. She despised crystals and mirrors, it just made her feel like she was hallucinating.
Seven of Wands reversed, 4 of Cups and King of Pentacles reveresed.
Sita liked this deck, as it had many descripitve pictures.... and that seemed to help. Blue-Wolf didn't believe in book definitions, though he believed in knowing the basics... the bare basics.
"sooo.... " she began mussing out loud "wands. air... "
"ah but the book says fire." Blue wolf said in a humorous way.
"the book can bite me...the sword may use the air as its medium, but its made from earth by fire." she said ... still thinking aloud. "it gets its shape from fire."
"and what does it mean to you?" he asked her
She glowered at him... how the hell was she supposed to know?
"Go into alpha." He ordered.
Oh there was nothing for it... she took a deep breath, counted down with the chakra colors, then counted down again, putting herself in the alpha brainwave state of mild hypnosis. She then opeened her eyes and looked again at the card....
"he looks confused, no... he looks like he is unsure of himself, pondering what do do... which seems kind of stupid as there is someone behind him,,, waiting to strike.... I guess he doesnt notice that guy there... kinda dumb if you ask me."
"And this means?" he nudged her
"I guess Im going to be contemplating the meaning of the differance btwn swords and wands and their ruling elements and someone will sneak up behind me beat me to death w/thier staff." she said sarcastically.
Blue-Wolf laughed deeply. "Next card?"
"oh that doesnt look right!" She said suprised
"and why is that?"
"pft... Im not even in a 'relationship' I dont need to be bothered w/that kind of thing rt now." she said... logically she knew this... she was in colledge, on schollership. Not only did she have her scholastic studdies to concentrate on... but she had her shamanic training. Only when she was done for the day, and in those moments before she fell asleep, did remember that she was kind of lonely.
Blue-Wolf said Nothing.
"but this guy in this card... he looks miserable, he is falling down and has dropped all the cups."
she wondered if that signified that she had given up on attempting relationships...
"and what do you think that means to you?" he asked her.
She stared at the card, ignoring Blue-Wolf's icey eyes
Could it signify that she knew there was no way in hell that she and Blue-Wolf could ever have something other than a student- teacher relationship.
What an idiotic thought, how could a teacher ever have 'feelings' for a student? The whole idea was rather perverse in her mind.
She could feel him looking at her... boring into her with those piercing eyes.
"could be warning me not to get weird about not being in a relationship... like all my other female compatiots whine about ... hell they whine when they are in one."
"hmm. Next."
She was decidedly uncomfortable now.
"this guy.... well... he is sposed to be ...'adult' or something but he isnt.... and he.... well.. lackadazical maybe???" oh how she hated court cards.
"lets see penticles is material stuff... andskills rt?"
Blue wolf continued to stare at her... not helping
"I dunno... manipulative maybe? a 'collector' of 'things' but ... gets board quick... I mean he looks very board here."
"So how does this all apply to you?"
Her brain froze "I dont know !!!!" she declaired in a slight panic.
"Write it all down. You will be able to figure it out in time."
Bastard, she though. But she knew he was right."
She decided she would need to go to the caffee near her dorm and practice a bit before going to sleep... it wasnt the same as clearing her head, but at least she would be filling it up with other peoples junk.
The worst part was, she knew that was the wrong way.

6 mo later
Correcting Madness

She was miserable, crying again and alone.....
So much for her supposedly 'powerful' totem
(you ignored your own spirit guids) an inner voice reminded her.
Fuck off
She lifted the trash bag... in order to throw it out. She wondered if anything was ever giong to get better. The night air was cool and crisp... the was a soft wind in the darkness. That was where she was, she though, utter darkness.....
In the bag was the dinner it had taken her hours to make.... Trey had asked her....
And where was he now???
She nearly threw up all over the place.
He had braught the girl home.... why??? did he really not think that she wouldnt knwo what was going on?
It was her own fault. She had pretended not to know what was going on at Brian's house. No one told her, and when she confronted Trey, he just told her she was paranoid... but deep down, she'd known she was right.. just as she was right about Cindy.
Cindy has been very suprised. Trey had braught Cindy home so he could shower and they were going to to ... well Sita really didnt pay attention as she was to galled anyway.
So Trey had gone w/this girl to the Rapids and they sat and talked
Sita had been having flashes of that all day.... lovely seduction Trey had going with this girl.
Sita wasnt angry with Cindy... as Cindy was shocked when she found out Sita was 'involved' with Trey, she even apologised.
But they still left together... Sita refused more visions containing the contents of the rest of Trey's night.
She cleaned the house...
She sat in front of her computer..... 'thier' apartment..... they had even 'decorated the walls' Drawn all maner of pretty things on them.
What the hell was she doing... ?
Tey woke up at around 4 or 5 pm and then left by 6 pm and never made it home before 4 am... he wouldnt even call her to let her know he wouldnt be home by three.
What the hell was he doing?
Selling drugs at strip clubs.
It's not like that was a secret. She'd known that.... it was one of the main reasons she'd refused to 'date' him....
She started blankely at the blank screan... why did she start dating him....???
Oh because he seemed so smitten with her at first
and he was so romantic and sweet
and Poetic......
Not even after the frist three months of her initial brush off did he give up the attempt to court her.....
And then... one day.... she just did... three days later they had spent every bit of time together, and she had found herself to bussy with that to continue her shamanic training. One week after that they had gotten an aptartment together...
What the hell did she do that for?
In those first months, he decided to date a freind of hers, they had moved in together and it had gone badly. She had tired to help them... but he'd ended up hiding from her more often than not in Sita's dorm....
He never had anything nice to say about said girlf freind and
Sita put her head in her hands.... that was happening to her now.
Three days after they had gotten the apt together, he had asked her to handfast him.
three days after that, he started cheeting on her
not just over at bryans house... (Sita didnt even know the name of all the people that flooded through that apt... let alone all the girls that generally hung out there) but with the previous girlfriend.
Why did she start going out with him?
There was a patern... he would see a girl... 'get' her, get board and move on... but for some reason. and Sita saw it now... they had all been institutionalised.
The ones she knew of... her previous friend had.... the one before that....and now, she was loosing it....
WHY did she even care if he came back at all???
Why did she want him to?
She did, and badly, like a heroin adict wanted /needed his drugs...she wanted him back.
WHY?
She again stared at her blank computer screen.
She had been utterly miserable the whole time. He barely ever spent time with her.... and she had to deal w/the flash like vision of him whial he went on his marry way seducing the females that caught his attention.
When she confronted him, he told her she was hallucinating and crazy.
And she believed that maybe he was right.
But why? So much in her life has happend that when she began studdying with Blue-Wolf, that she had learned to accept her visions and he had helped her find the proof of this, looking through old news papers ... and watching current news.... she wasnt usually wrong....
so why did she believe Trey when he said she was ?
This wasnt the first night she had spent like this,,,, crying because she was ignored and because he was never home. All he seemed to do was take showers and sleep. His life was not here... it was elsewhere.
WHY did she want him back?
Her nerves were shot... her grades were slipping, she may even loose her schollership.
Tears were again pouring from her eyes. She grabbed for a tissue but there were none left. Why didnt he love her anymore?
"did he ever?" the voice from earlier asked.
Probably not... she'd been suspecting he'd been using her... but she didnt care....or like he said, she was wrong... he declaired his love for her often enough... she was just paranoid... he'd said.
"words.... thats all." said the voice.
fuck,,,, she was probably having a psychotic eppisode... eather that or her subconsios was pissed as fuck and trying to be heard.
She stopped, frozen at that thought, in the middle of the hall, in front of her bathroom.
Since when did she not believe in the spirits... ???
She felt a deep seeted fear.
She had always seen the spirits, human and not, could always hear them. She knew that her totems were real, as were her guids...
when did she stop believing in them and why especially when all her experiances had just streangthend these beleifs, bring about validity. Now she could understand someone w/lack of experiance not to believe... it was hard to believe in these things if you didnt experiance them.
why?
she stared at the wall... looking at the writing Tey had done in the pretty theban script...
again she was shocked and startled...
why
had she never actually read them? Its not like she couldnt.
submission
she felt another deep chill.
She walked in the bathroom and washed her face, blew her nose, washed her face.
One last sniff, she looked at the silver writing on the mirror.... mixed in with the celtic script
Lovers
Dominion
That combination seemed far more desturbing than comforting. She left the room, then again sat in front of her pc.
Why did she love Trey? She didnt even like him.
She pulled out a piece of paper and atempted to make a list of all the things she loved about him. For ten minuts she stared at it. Maybe she just wasnt thinking straight. She then wrote out her first 'love' then almost, beyond reason, couldnt stop herself from writing. Although they had broken up after highschool and had gone to differant colleges... then she grabbed another paper and found herself writing about Blue-Wolf... she almost started crying again. She missed him enough for it to be, at the very least, mildly painful. She again tried a list for Trey. The paper remained blank.

Sita got up and wandered about the aptartment, over every door was the word peace... loyalty. Dominion. She walked to 'thier room' he never really slept with her anymore. She pulled out her suit cases and began to fill them whail keeping acount anything that may be missing. Only a few things were..... then she packed up her alter and found a paper of ...fidelity and stability and .. she wasnt sure but ... the last part was a binding with her name on it. She was feeling incredably ill. She did another round about the apartment, grabbing miscalanious items that here only 'hers' as she didnt want anything that might be 'thiers' ...

Terror wraped its way around her throte.
"Yes." the harsh voice said into the phone.
"It's Sita." She siad, attempting to steady herself.
"It has been some time." Blue-Wolf spoke the obvious.
"I... am getting out of a bad situation. Will you help me?" her voice almost shook, she almost started crying again.
"Yes."
Tears slid down her face.
"I ... can't get another dorm this term, so I need to find somewhere to stay untill I can." she said quitely.
"for starters." he told her.
"yes." she agreed
"I will be there shortly, some of my new students will be acompanying me." he informed her before he hung up the phone. She'd been expecting him to make her appologise for brushing him and her lessons off, to admit she was wrong and stupid. She stood holding the phone with out hanging it up. She definately needed to get out of this space.... needed to get away from Trey and his influence.
It occured to her that Blue-Wolf hadnt asked where she was.

She was shaking and staring at the paper with the binding. Crying again when the knock on the door startleed her.... she almost jumped out of her skin. She literallly ran to the door and opened it. And there Blue-Wolf stood, with about five younger males... probably first year college students....
He studdied her for a minut, his long brown hair bound back in a simple band, he wore jeans and a t-shit that hung aournd his lithe body. His skill seemed to glow godlen and his eye of blue icey fire.
His eys fell down to the paper in her hand. She held it out to him.....
He took it with out word and pondered it, making a face that showed his unpleant feelings toward it. She backed up into the room and allowed all to enter.
They were rather cheery and congenial, Lance, Johnathen, Chris. Mark... she tried not to laugh... all biblical names.
Blue-Wolf then wandered about the apartment, looking at all the 'art work' all the 'things'
"you plan to leave all of this behind?" He asked her when he was done.
"I packed all that I needed and was mine before I moved in here, and all my personal items."
"Good. Now.... all of you... I want you to look around, this place is sevearly bound. See if you can find all the means this was done." he looked at her "very powerful."
She felt herself turning red and looking down in shame. To her suprise, he lifted her chin up so that she had to look up into his eyes, craning her neck as he was much taller than she. "that makes you no less. and that" he said boring into her eyes "will not help you."
She sniffed.
"you have suffered much misery." he said softly, letting go of her face and walking toward the kitchen. He wore a 'bag' of doe skin and from it he grabed black salt and sage. Then he rumaged around for a bowl, then unceramoniously he tore her name from the rest of the paper and burnt it....
"you declair you are free?" he asked as he handed her the chared remains of the bowl.
"I am free." she replied accepting the bowl.
"That is past." He told her, she again repeated his words, then she went to the bathroom and dumped the ashes into the toilet. She watched them dissapear after the flushing.
Blue-Wolf chuckled behind her. "What an appropriate place for that."
She nodded.
"we must now seperate you from this dwelling."
She nodded at him as the 'boys' began burning the white sage....
"and after?" she asked... a bit affraid.
"You start your spring break next week?" he asked
"yes." she answered, wondering why it mattered
"then you will go vision questing. But before then, you must aproach your shadow."
She felt her eyes pop open as if she'd been electrocuted. She was affraid to meet her shadow... Hadnt she already proved what a horrible person she was? Why did this need more confrontation?
"where do I go from here?" she asked in a small voice.
" I have a guest room. Then you go to school, you find your shadow. Then, we go to the grand canyon."
He waked away, stoped and looked at her. "This, you must do... as is this seperation from this place." He picked up his drum...
WHAT was she supposed to do !!?!?!
She watched him for a moment, then she sat where she was, and went to go find her totem. It was rykiki this time.
'stupid girl'
'thanks' she answerd
'now what?' he asked
'thats what I wanted to ask you.' why did they make these things so damn difficult.
'don't you know?' he glared at her with his orange-red eyes.
She shifted her preception ... and was neirly sick when she saw the the numberous bindings. Then she began to 'untie' them , so to speak. Durring the process many of her guides and guardians came to throw in thier two cents worth.
'this should teach you well, how not to succomb to desception.'
'and recognise the energies that bind.'
"but how do I avoid self deception?" Sita asked
'you have to know who you are'
'you have to know your shadow'
ah damn it....
Sita finished the 'unbinding' nearly colapsing with exhaustion. It had been six months since she did any kind of working. She was shaking, sweating... cold and hot.
Blue-Wolf wrapped her in a blanket and picked her up. The 'boys' grabbed the things she had packed, she drifted off into sleep.

She woke with an unreasonable amouth of rage... it was as if it were pouring out of her skin....
She sat up, looking into the dark. The bedroom was spacious.... she slipped out of the covers self consciously. At least Blue-Wolf hadn't changed her clothes.... she made her way through the dark house to his working room. It was a bit set off from the rest of the house, with a hall way leading to it... there was no 'floor' but earthen ground. The room could be used as a smoke lodge or a sweat lodge. She somehow wasnt surpised to find Blue-Wolf, sitting playing his drum in the center of the large room. He was wearing traditional clothing... all blue ... feathers as well... a white and a black feather. He did not stop, or pause to look at her.

She sat down, looking at her rage, then changed her mind and began to walk the circle around the center of the room. Blue-Wolf had sage and other incenses burning, creating a thich smoke. In front of her, she could make out a man... he faced her, then slowely turned and started a 'dance'.. she followed his movements, then .... she looked for the 'lines' of Trey.... she followed the one from thier apt, grabbed it,,, the slowely one by one, grabbed the lines extending out.... as many as thier were from his past that were still attatched to all the women he had bespelled to madness and pain.... she wished she could be more gentle.... but she was to out of practice so she ripped the lines out of the women by merging her blue fire with the gross red lines of Trey. Then she took every single line, and wrapped them around Trey... binding him to his own vile energies.....

The light baraged her.... she blinked ... everything was a bit fuzzy. Blink .... blink... the pale almost white blue walls took shape as did the matching trappings of the room. Differant shades of blues and greens and some purples... it was a beautiful room.
"Here." Blue-Wolf handed her a woden tray with eggs and cheese and bacon. There was a glass of juce on the table by the massive bed she was in.
She was still tired.....
"we will be having some guessts soon."
?????? we???? she looked at him blankly
"Many freinds of mine live on the coast, there is a hurricane heading this way. It seems to have recently developed." he said sternly, and at first she thought he was glaring at her, but then she saw his laugh lines around his mouth twitch.
Again she hung her head... she hadn't thought about what she was doing at all...... now many peoples lives would be disrupted by the rampant rage energies.....
Agin, he lifed her face up "Now." he said stearnly "you will be more awair of what you do."
She felt her eyes well up with tears... but she did not allow them to escape her eyes.
"I do not pity that man. He is chaos, that which you wraped him with was chaos, chaos it its own cuase and efect."
"Its not him I pity." she said quietly. He sat in the chair beside the bed.
"Yourself?"
she frowned "I think I have spent enough time feeling sorry for myself... all those people that will be caught in the storm."
Blue-Wolf shruged "they will be stronger for it, or they will perish, it is the way of things. They choose to live there. There is more self pity. You still fear your own shadow."
damnit ....
She concentrated on eating, fine then, she would confront her shadow tonight.

Tales of a Shopkeep 2

2007-11-13T11:23:00.000-08:00

"what IS this?" Sita asked Maya, holding the book by its corners with the tips of her fingers.
"Hu?" Maya, who was by the front register, attempting to not clean the mess looked over to the far side of the room at the bookshelves where Sita was cataloging the reamaining books.
Sobokneferu had sold her shop to Maya in order to start a buddhist retreat center. Maya, who'd also owned her own business, had moved everything to yet another metaphysical shop she had purchesed, merging everything. At the moment, they were recording the stock and attempting to put order to this massive mess.
"THIS." Sita said wiggling the book at Maya. "why is THIS here. I utterly refuse to work here with this in the store... " she said in the utmost serious manner. "I didnt think you were that kind of person."
Maya, walked on over, looked at the 'Satanic Bibble' and shuddered as Sita knew she would. Maya was one of those 'practicioners' who followed the 'light'.
"Oh..." Maya sneared, mutating her pretty face whial the light played havok with her white blond hair. "toss it. I found the 'Necronomicon' yesterday.
"Its not still here is it?" Sita asked
"No... I let someone have it."
Sita rolled her eyes. "WHY?" she demanded, not quite loosing her humor.
Maya shrugged.
"you do know, that even if it isn't what we consider 'real' it isnt something to be taken lightly." Sita told her.
Maya straightened up..."Really?" She asked. "how so?"
"I have my theories. You never noticed that when people fiddle with this book they are eather on mass amounts of druggs or start using them, then their personality changes and they get paranoid and fucking crazy?" Sita asked.
Maya pondered this while Sita chunked the book in the trash bin, allong with three volumes of spell books.
"Hey... why are you throwing those away!?" Maya asked, shocked.
"Because she is all into those voodoo lovespells." She gave Maya a 'look'
"oooohhhhhhhhhhhh." Maya smiled and nodded. She didn't believe in 'dark' and 'left hand path.' One of the many reasons Sita was now working with her. In a pique of buddhaness, Sobekneferu, or what ever she was calling herself these days had given what she didnt 'need' to start her buddhist meditation center to other people, and as Sita had worked with her the longest, most of the 'shop' things had been given to her. Sita had then decided to merge her assets with Maya... the ultra positive new age reader who had made quite a name for herself in the 'alternitive' community.

Sita glared at the volumes she just threw away, they reminded her to much of things she'd rather not think about.

"So what do you think the Necronomicon is?" Maya asked. She had a tendancy to be a bit lazy, and even though she'd been in this building, the shop was messy and unorganised.
Sita went back to cagaloging.
She took a deep sigh, getting used to this overly bright shop was going to take some getting used to ..."have you ever read it?" she asked.
"NO !" Maya said a bit to defensively.
"If you look, you will see that all the metals and crystals that you are told to use for what ever woking is abosrbant in nature."
Maya's eyes grew wide.
"ah , you see part of my point. You see... I'm not saying I believe in all that b.s. or Lovecraft's version of things, but I do believe that there are interdementional beings that come through when you work w/this book, I call them the OTHERS. That's what I think the book is for."
"And these OTHERS...what do they want?" Maya asked looking incredably concerned.
Sita shruged. "I dunno.... domination I guess... I have met one that was ... creapy as fuck, but... he didnt really ... I cant describe him, but ... I don't know what they want, except out of thier demention."
Maya nodded... continued to ponder. Sita, found that she was remembering Freeman... she did on occasion... such an odd .... man. But then she couldnt really talk about The OTHERS and not think about him.
"So... do they just enter out plane or what?" she asked after Sita had recorded five books
"hmm ... they atempt to possess the practicioner, who then eather goes insane, is able to win or is taken over." Sita answered simply as Maya shuddered.
Sita worried about this. Did Maya always believe what people told them w/out examining the issue. She and Maya didn't know eacher in a personal manner, professionally yes. But it seemed to Sita that the subject matter was so out of the ordinary in this conversation that is seemed rather dangerous for people to just take others words for it... But then again, Sita had good credentials.
"Oh, I meant to ask you." Maya began as she seemingly arbitraraly pulled a book out of one of the six huge boxes of books on the floor. "Is this one any good?" She then handed Sita a very large looking tomb regarding shamenism. Sita put her clip bord down, read the back, looked through the table of contents, skipped to the bibliography and then skimmed a few pages.
Her ire at Maya's inactivity was mounting. Sita couldnt live in such a mess. She put the book on the self marked shaministic studdies, recorded it on the clip bord.
"Its purely acidemic and biased in that such way. Its about an outside studdying the culteral aspect and ramifications. It would put me to sleep."
Maya's face fell.... 'Ohh... It looked like it would be more than that when I ordered it. I was hopping it would be more detailed in the actuall practices."
"Not all tribes have the same ways. There are some general consistancies like totems and walking the shadow paths... but really there are as many myth sets and differant ways to practice it as their are cluteral influences. Like for example, my shamen didnt use psychotropic drugs or peyote... he said that the only true way for a shamen to reach the perception and walk the shadow paths was by the will to do so, and proper training and meditation techniques."
"what tribe was he?" Maya asked, she was very interested in Native American shamenism as she had native blood, some where in her background.
"I never thought to ask, I was a dumb kid. Hey... can you finish that herb display please? You know that I suck at that kind of thing, you know way more about that than I ever will."
Maya looked at her, slightly confused. "Didn't your shamen teach you?"
"ah didnt go much for healing.... jsut hmm pathworking." Sita felt likd swatting Maya on the head....
"oh.. that is so strange." She then went over to the herb display. Sita hadnt been lying or attempting to suck up to Maya, the woman knew her herbs and what to do with them.... It made much more sence for Maya to do something she was good at then to have her ponder about how she was going to deal with all the record keeping. From what Sita had noticed, Maya didnt even count the till down at the end of the day....

Sita hated paperwork..... She watched as gaggle of teen agers parked, got out of their car and headed toward the door. The bell over the door chimed. Sita let Maya handle this, she liked this sort of thing, and besides, one of the two of them had to do actual work. She was able to finishe two of the boxes before Maya interupted her.

Sita felt it before she turned. This kid was scared shitless.
"His house is haunted could you go purify it?" Maya asked as she left the gaggle in the 'meeting' room. It was a georgous sun room with colored glass, and intricately carved tables and soft chairs in the middle, in the center and corners there were huge pillows for one to sit on and allong the walls their were cushoned benches to sit on. This room was directly accross from where Sita and the books were.
"I told him what to do ... but he doesnt think he can." Maya shook her head w/impatience.
"Where does he live?" Sita demanded, she had the idea that Maya had not even discussed the fee.
"Alexandria." she cringed.
Ohhh. It had to be that place ! It had been a factory town and all maner of horrors had been enacted there.
"you did explain to him there there is a fee and why there is one?" Sita reminded her.
"Oh... I hate doing that..... we should help them."
"Im not saying we shouldn't Maya, however even in tribal cultures there was a gift or a payement to the shamen or the priest it would mess up that guy's karma not to do so. Now practically speaking... I dont currently have the money to purchase all the materials needed. and the shop as an entity can't for every one who comes in, we will then go bankrupt and not be able to further assist the comunity." sita sighed "we shoudl probably set up a charaty fund kind of thing, have an event at least once a month for people to come in and then we could stick that into a fund to do workings for people who can't afford them."
Maya looked at her. "Will you go?" she asked plaintively.
"certainly, but I am recording the prices of everything I'm using and Im serious about starting that fund ... why dont you think of some ideas whial finishing up those herbs?"
Maya's eyes glazed over as she lost herself in thought.

Ohhh this business venture was going to be interesting. If Maya hadn't been prominant and respected in the community, Sita woudl pull out all her assets rt now. But she had a good feeling about this... it would work.
"Maya, Im going to go talk to them and then get some things together. but Im finishing this box first, please talk to him about the fee.... he can pay it over time... but make sure to get that in writing."
"That sounds harsh." Maya said, her eyes returning to earth.
"life sucks." Sita smiled and shrugged.

Difficulty

2007-11-12T17:09:00.000-08:00

its really, really hard to recite this when I heard the recording of Ama, Kurinamaya's voice in my head, pronouncing these things 'correctly' as I attempt to stumble through it.

: 108 Names of Goddess Laxmi :-

Prakruti - Nature
Vikruti - Multi-Faceted Nature
Vidya - Wisdom
Sarvabhootahitaprada - Granter of Universal Niceties

The Proper way

Om Prakrityai Namah
Om Vikrityai Namah
Om Vidyaayai Namah
Om Sarvabhuutahitapradaayai Namah
Om Shraddhaayai Namah
Om Vibhuutyai Namah
Om Surabhyai Namah
Om Paramaatmikaayai Namah
Om Vaache Namah

Om Padmaalayaayai Namah
Om Padmaayai Namah
Om Shuchaye Namah
Om Svaahaayai Namah
Om Svadhaayai Namah
Om Sudhaayai Namah
Om Dhanyaayai Namah
Om Hiranmayyai Namah
Om Laxmyai Namah

Om Nityapushhtaayai Namah
Om Vibhaavaryai Namah
Om Adityai Namah
Om Ditye Namah
Om Diipaayai Namah
Om Vasudhaayai Namah
Om Vasudhaarinyai Namah
Om Kamalaayai Namah
Om Kaantaayai Namah

Om Kaamaaxyai Namah
Om Krodhasambhavaayai Namah
Om Anugrahapradaayai Namah
Om Buddhaye Namah
Om Anaghaayai Namah
Om Harivallabhaayai Namah
Om Ashokaayai Namah
Om Amritaayai Namah
Om Diiptaayai Namah

Om Lokashokavinaashinyai Namah
Om Dharmanilayaayai Namah
Om Karunaayai Namah
Om Lokamaatre Namah
Om Padmapriyaayai Namah
Om Padmahastaayai Namah
Om Padmaaxyai Namah
Om Padmasundaryai Namah
Om Padmodbhavaayai Namah

Om Padmamukhyai Namah
Om Padmanaabhapriyaayai Namah
Om Ramaayai Namah
Om Padmamaalaadharaayai Namah
Om Devyai Namah
Om Padminyai Namah
Om Padmagandhinyai Namah
Om Punyagandhaayai Namah
Om Suprasannaayai Namah

Om Prasaadaabhimukhyai Namah
Om Prabhaayai Namah
Om Chandravadanaayai Namah
Om Chandraayai Namah
Om Chandrasahodaryai Namah
Om Chaturbhujaayai Namah
Om Chandraruupaayai Namah
Om Indiraayai Namah
Om Indushiitalaayai Namah

Om Aahlaadajananyai Namah
Om Pushhtayai Namah
Om Shivaayai Namah
Om Shivakaryai Namah
Om Satyai Namah
Om Vimalaayai Namah
Om Vishvajananyai Namah
Om Tushhtayai Namah
Om Daaridryanaashinyai Namah

Om Priitipushhkarinyai Namah
Om Shaantaayai Namah
Om Shuklamaalyaambaraayai Namah
Om Shriyai Namah
Om Bhaaskaryai Namah
Om Bilvanilayaayai Namah
Om Varaarohaayai Namah
Om Yashasvinyai Namah
Om Vasundharaayai Namah

Om Udaaraa.Ngaayai Namah
Om Harinyai Namah
Om Hemamaalinyai Namah
Om Dhanadhaanyakarye Namah
Om Siddhaye Namah
Om Strainasaumyaayai Namah
Om Shubhapradaaye Namah
Om Nripaveshmagataanandaayai Namah
Om Varalaxmyai Namah

Om Vasupradaayai Namah
Om Shubhaayai Namah
Om Hiranyapraakaaraayai Namah
Om Samudratanayaayai Namah
Om Jayaayai Namah
Om Ma.Ngalaa Devyai Namah
Om Vishhnuvaxassthalasthitaayai Namah
Om Vishhnupatnyai Namah
Om Prasannaaxyai Namah

Om Naaraayanasamaashritaayai Namah
Om Daaridryadhv.Nsinyai Namah
Om Devyai Namah
Om Sarvopadrava Vaarinyai Namah
Om Navadurgaayai Namah
Om Mahaakaalyai Namah
Om Brahmaavishhnushivaatmikaayai Namah
Om Trikaalagyaanasampannaayai Namah
Om Bhuvaneshvaryai Namah

Translation

Shraddha - Devoted
Vibhuti - Wealth
Surabhi - Celestial Being
Paramatmika - Omnipresence
Vachi - Nectar-Like Speech
Padmalaya - Residing On The Lotus
Padma – Lotus
Shuchi - Embodiment of Purity
Swaha - Shape of Swahadevi(Auspicious)
Swadha - Shape of Swadhadevi(Inauspicious)
Sudha - Nectar
Dhanya - Personification of Gratitude
Hiranmayi - Golden Appearance
Lakshmi - Goddess of Wealth
NityaPushta - Gaining strength Day By Day
Vibha - Radiant
Aditi - Radiant Like The Sun
Deetya - Answer Of Prayers
Deepta - Flame-Like
Vasudha - Earth
Vasudharini - Bearing the the Burden of Earth
Kamala - Lotus
Kantha - Consort of Vishnu
Kamakshi - One with Attractive Eyes
Kamalasambhava - Emanating from the Lotus
Anugrahaprada - Granter of Good Wishes
Buddhi - Wisdom
Anagha - Sinless
Navadurga - All Nine Forms of Durga
Harivallabhi - Consort of Lord Hari
Ashoka - Dispeller of Sorrows
Amrutha - Nectar
Deepa - Radiant
Lakashokavinashini - Remover of Universal Agonies
Dharmanilaya - Establisher of Eternal Law
Karuna - Compassionate
Lokamatri - Mother of the Universe
Padmapriya - Lover of Lotus
Padmahasta - Having Lotus-Like Hands
Padmakshya - Lotus-eyed
Padmasundari - Beautiful Like the Lotus
Padmodbhava - One Who Emerged Out of the Lotus
Padmamukhi - Lotus-Faced
Padmanabhapriya - Beloved of Padmanabha
Ramaa - Pleaser of the Lord
Padmamaladhara - Wearer of Lotus Garland
Devi - Goddess
Padmini - Lotus
Padmagandhini - Having the Fragrance of Lotus
Punyagandha - Having Divine Perfume
Suprasanna - Ever Cheerful and Beaming
Prasadabhimukhi - Emerging to Grant Boons
Prabha - Radiant Like the Sun
Chandravadana - Moon-Faced
Chanda - Cool Like the moon
Chandrasahodari - Sister of the Moon
Chaturbhuja - with four arms
Chandrarupa - Moon-Faced
Indira - Radiant like the Sun
Indusheetala - Cool like the Moon
Ahladajanani - Source of Happiness
Pushti - Healthy
Shiva - Auspicious
Shivakari - Source of Auspicious Things
Satya - All Truth
Vimala - Pure
Vishwajanani - Mother of the Universe
Pushti - Possessor of All Wealth
Daridriyanashini - Remover of Poverty
Preeta Pushkarini - One with Pleasing Eyes
Shanta - Full with peace or Calm
Shuklamalambara - Wearer of White Garland and Attire
Bhaskari - Radiant like the Sun
Bilvanilaya - Resider Under Bilva Tree
Vararoha - Ready to Offer Boons
Yashaswini - Reputed
Vasundhara - Daughter of the Earth
Udaranga - Endowed with a Beautiful Body
Harini - Deer-Like
Hemamalini - Having Golden Garlands
Dhanadhanyaki - Bestower of Wealth and Foodgrains
Siddhi - Ever Ready to Protect
Straina Soumya - Showering Goodness on Women
Shubhaprada - Granter of Auspicious Things
Nrupaveshvagathananda - Loves to Live in Palaces
Varalakshmi - Granter of Bounty
Vasuprada - Bestower of Wealth
Shubha - Auspicious
Hiranyapraka - Amidst Gold
Samudratanaya - Beloved Daughter of the Ocean of Milk
Jaya - Goddess of Victory
Mangala - Most Auspicious
Devi - The Deity
Vishnuvakshah - Residing in Vishnu's Chect
Vishnupatni - Consort of Vishnu
Prasannakshi - Lively-Eyed
Narayana Samashrita - Sought Refuge in Narayana
Daridriya Dhwamsini - Destroyer of Poverty
Devi - Goddess
Sarvapadravanivarini - Dispeller of all Distresses
Mahakali - A Form of Kali
Brahma-Vishnu-Shivatmika - Trinity of Brahma-Vishnu-Shiva
Trikala-dnyanasampanna - Aware of all 3 -the Past, Present and Future
Bhuvaneshwarya - Supreme Deity

Om Ayim srim hrim laxmi devyai namah (108x)

Mussings

2007-11-12T13:13:00.000-08:00

I hear echoes of the past, see them too sometimes, in small snippets.
I have been told by people who studdy past life regresion that this is normal.

I am luckey enough to know The Historian and The Secretary. This gives me the oportinity to confirm these things, as they are both highly educated and have to an amazingly incredable amount of research into some of those things that flash in my mind.

Mostly I talk with The Historian. Sometimes I dont even have to directly ask about what Im experiancing but he seems to pick right up on what ever is conserning me at the moment, the level of accuracy generally creaps me the hell out.

I have no idea why I pick up on these things, I guess I could have been incarnated at that time, hell if I can remember who I was.... lol I have never asked the Historian how he fews these little flashes of mine.... he has never asked who I think I may have been.... good thing about that.

Venerable Master Hsuan Hua

2007-11-12T11:08:00.000-08:00

http://online.sfsu.edu/~rone/Buddhism/VenHua/MasterHuaBio.htm

The Venerable Master, a native of Shuangcheng County of Jilin Province, was born on the sixteenth day of the third lunar month in the year of Wu Wu at the beginning of the century. His family surname was Bai and his name was Yushu. He was also called Yuxi. His father, Bai Fuhai, was diligent and thrifty in managing the household. His mother, whose maiden name was Hu, ate only vegetarian food and recited the Buddha's name every day throughout her life. When she was pregnant with the Master, she prayed to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The night before his birth, in a dream she saw Amitabha Buddha emitting brilliant light. Following that the Master was born.

As a child, the Master followed his mother's example and ate only vegetarian food and recited the Buddha's name. The Master was quiet and untalkative by nature, but he had a righteous and heroic spirit. At the age of eleven, upon seeing a neighbor's infant who had died, he became aware of the great matter of birth and death and the brevity of life and resolved to leave the home-life. At the age of twelve, he heard of how Filial Son Wong of Shuangcheng County (later known as Great Master Chang Ren) had practiced filial piety and attained the Way, and he vowed to follow the Filial Son's example. Repenting for being unfilial to his parents in the past, the Master decided to bow to his parents every morning and evening as a way of acknowledging his faults and repaying his parents' kindness. He gradually became renowned for his filial conduct, and people called him Filial Son Bai. At fifteen, he took refuge under the Venerable Master Chang Zhi. That same year he began to attend school and mastered the Four Books, the Five Classics, the texts of various Chinese schools of thought, and the fields of medicine, divination, astrology, and physiognomy. During his student years, he also participated in the Moral Society and other charitable societies. He explained the Sixth Patriarch's Sutra, the Vajra Sutra, and other Sutras for those who were illiterate, and started a free school for those who were poor and needy. When he was nineteen, his mother passed away, and he requested Venerable Master Chang Zhi of Sanyuan (Three Conditions) Monastery to shave his head. He was given the Dharma name An Tse and style name To Lun. Dressed in the left-home robes, he built a simple hut by his mother's grave and observed the practice of filial piety. During that period, he made eighteen great vows, bowed to the Avatamsaka (Flower Adornment) Sutra, performed worship and pure repentance, practiced Chan meditation, studied the teachings, ate only one meal a day, and did not lie down to sleep at night. As his skill grew ever more pure, he won the admiration and respect of the villagers. His intensely sincere efforts to purify and cultivate himself moved the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas as well as the Dharma-protecting gods and dragons. The miraculous responses were too many to be counted. As news of these supernatural events spread far and wide, the Master came to be regarded as an extraordinary monk. One day as he was sitting in meditation, he saw the Great Master, the Sixth Patriarch, come to his hut and tell him, "In the future you will go to the West, where you will meet limitless and boundless numbers of people. The living beings you teach and transform will be as countless as the sands of the Ganges River. That will mark the beginning of the Buddhadharma in the West." After the Sixth Patriarch finished speaking, he suddenly vanished. When his observance of filial piety was completed, the Master went to Changbai Mountain and dwelled in seclusion in the Amitabha Cave, where he practiced austerities. Later he returned to Sanyuan Monastery, where he was chosen to be the head of the assembly. During the period that he lived in Manchuria, the Master contemplated people's potentials and bestowed appropriate teachings. He awakened those who were confused and saved many people's lives. Countless dragons, snakes, foxes, ghosts, and spirits requested to take refuge and receive the precepts from him, changing their evil and cultivating goodness.

In 1946, because he esteemed the Elder Master Hsu Yun as a great hero of Buddhism, the Master quickly packed his belongings and set out on his way to pay homage to him. During his arduous journey, he stayed at many of the renowned monasteries of mainland China. In 1947 he went to Potola Mountain to receive the complete ordination. In 1948 he reached Nanhua Monastery at Caoxi of Guangzhou, where he paid homage to Elder Master Hsu Yun and was assigned to be an instructor in the Nanhua Monastery Vinaya Academy. Later he was appointed as Dean of Academic Affairs. The Elder Master Hsu Yun saw that the Master was an outstanding individual in Buddhism and transmitted the Dharma-lineage to him, giving him the Dharma name Hsuan Hua and making him the Ninth Patriarch of the Wei Yang Sect, the forty-fifth generation since the First Patriarch Mahakashyapa.

In 1949, the Master bid farewell to the Venerable Master Hsu Yun and went to Hong Kong to propagate the Dharma. He gave equal importance to the five schoolsChan, Doctrine, Vinaya, Esoteric, and Pure Landthus putting an end to sectarianism. The Master also renovated old temples, printed Sutras and constructed images. He established Western Bliss Gardens Monastery, Cixing Chan Monastery, and the Buddhist Lecture Hall. He lived in Hong Kong for more than ten years, and at the earnest request of living beings, he created extensive affinities in the Dharma. He delivered a succession of lectures on the Earth Store Sutra, the Vajra Sutra, the Amitabha Sutra, the Shurangama Sutra, the Universal Door Chapter, and others. In addition, he held various Dharma assemblies such as the Great Compassion Repentance, the Medicine Master Repentance, recitation sessions, and meditation sessions. He also published the magazine Hsin Fa (Mind Dharma). Every day he worked and travelled zealously for the sake of propagating the great Dharma, and as a result the Buddhadharma flourished in Hong Kong. During that time he also made several visits to Thailand, Burma, and other countries to investigate the southern (Theravada) tradition of Buddhism. He wished to establish communication between the Mahayana and Theravada traditions and unite the strength of Buddhism.

In 1959, the Master saw that conditions were ripe in the West, and he instructed his disciples to establish the Sino-American Buddhist Association (later renamed the Dharma Realm Buddhist Association) in the United States. He travelled to Australia in 1961 and propagated the Dharma there for one year. Since the conditions were not yet ripe there, he returned to Hong Kong in 1962. That same year, at the invitation of Buddhists in America, the Master traveled alone to the United States. He raised the banner of proper Dharma at the Buddhist Lecture Hall in San Francisco. Because the Master started out living in a damp and windowless basement that resembled a grave, he called himself "The Monk in the Grave." At that time the Cuban missile crisis occurred between the United States and the Soviet Union, and the Master embarked on a total fast for thirty-five days to pray for an end to the hostilities and for world peace. By the end of his fast, the threat of war had dissolved.

In 1968, the Shurangama Study and Practice Summer Session was held, and over thirty students from the University of Washington in Seattle came to study the Buddhadharma. After the session was concluded, five young Americans requested permission to shave their heads and leave the home-life, marking the beginning of the Sangha in the history of American Buddhism. Since that time, the Venerable Master devoted his utmost efforts to such tasks as propagating the Dharma, supervising the translation of the Buddhist Canon, and developing education. He accepted vast numbers of disciples, established monasteries, and set forth principles. He focused the earnest sincerity of all disciples on the work of glorifying the Proper Dharma of the Thus Come One to the ends of time and throughout empty space and the Dharma Realm.

In terms of propagating the Dharma, the Master lectured on the Sutras and expounded the Dharma virtually every single day for several decades, always giving simple explanations that made profound principles easy to understand. He also worked actively to train both his left-home and lay disciples to become skilled in propagating the Dharma. He led many delegations to propagate the Dharma at various universities and in many countries of the world, with the goal of guiding living beings to reform and to discover their innate wisdom.

As for the translation of the Buddhist Canon, to date over a hundred volumes of the Master's explanations of the scriptures have been translated into English. No one else has overseen the translation of so many Sutras into English. Translations into Spanish, Vietnamese, and other languages have also been produced. His plans were to translate the entire Buddhist Canon into the languages of every country, so that the Buddhadharma could spread throughout the world.

As for education, at the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas he established such educational institutions as Instilling Goodness Elementary School, Developing Virtue Secondary School, Dharma Realm Buddhist University, and the Sangha and Laity Training Programs. Many of the affiliated monasteries also have weekend and weekday classes based on the eight fundamental human virtues of filiality, fraternal respect, loyalty, trustworthiness, propriety, righteousness, incorruptibility, and a sense of shame. Taking the public-spirited, unselfish spirit of kindness, compassion, joy, and giving as their goal, boys and girls study separately and the volunteer teachers regard education as their personal responsibility. In this way, students develop into capable individuals of incorruptible integrity who will be able to save the world.

The Master taught his disciples that every day they should sit in meditation, recite the Buddha's name, bow in repentance, investigate the Sutras, rigorously uphold the precepts, eat only one meal a day, and only before noon, and always wear the precept sash. He instructed them to dwell in harmony and offer encouragement to each other. In this way he established a Sangha that genuinely practices the Buddhadharma in the West, in the hope of uplifting the orthodox teaching and causing the Proper Dharma to long abide. The Venerable Master also opened up the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas as an international religious center promoting the unity of all world religions by giving everyone a chance to learn, communicate, cooperate, pursue the truth, and work for world peace.

Throughout his life the Venerable Master was totally selfless. He vowed to take the suffering and hardships of all living beings upon himself, and to dedicate all his own blessings and joy to the living beings of the Dharma Realm. He practiced what was difficult to practice and endured what was difficult to endure, persevering in his heroic and pure resolve. He was a candle that refused to be blown out by the gale, an irreducible lump of pure gold in the hot fire. The Venerable Master composed a verse expressing his principles:

Freezing to death, we do not scheme.
Starving to death, we do not beg.
Dying of poverty, we ask for nothing.
According with conditions, we do not change.
Not changing, we accord with conditions.
We adhere firmly to our three great principles.

We renounce our lives to do the Buddha's work.
We take the responsibility to mold our own destinies.
We rectify our lives as the Sangha's work.
Encountering specific matters,
we understand the principles.
Understanding the principles, we apply
them in specific matters.
We carry on the single pulse of the patriarchs'
mind-transmission.

From the time he left the home-life, the Venerable Master firmly maintained the six great principlesdo not fight, do not be greedy, do not seek, do not be selfish, do not pursue personal advantage, and do not liebringing benefit to the multitudes. Teaching with wisdom and compassion, dedicating himself to serving others, and acting as a model for others, he influenced countless people to sincerely change their faults and head towards the pure and exalted Bodhi Way.

Living beings of the present have deep obstructions and scarce blessings indeed, for a Sage of the era has abruptly manifested passing into stillness. The living beings of the Saha world have suddenly lost their harbor of refuge. Yet the life of the Venerable Master is actually an enactment of the great Flower Adornment Sutra of the Dharma Realm. Although he has manifested entry into Nirvana, he constantly turns the infinite wheelnot leaving any traces, he came from empty space, and to empty space he returned. His disciples can only carefully follow their teacher's instructions, hold fast to their principles, honor the Buddha's regulations, and be ever more vigorous in advancing upon the path to Bodhi so that they can repay the Venerable Master's boundless and profound grace.

Tales Of A Metaphysical Shop keep 1

2007-11-12T08:22:00.000-08:00

It was rather chilly, but Sita was fine with that. She stood infont of They Eye of Heru and lit her cigarette as the cars whipped on past. There was a bit of something in the air, she wasn't sure what it was ... but the sky was clear and the sun had reached it's apex a few hours ago. It was unreasonably quite as per usuall durring the days of fall. The wind whispered is soft song in her ears, but the smell of the carbon monoxide was bothersome to her.

She finished, grabbed the broom and performed another sweep of the front of the store. It was rediculous the rate the sand and dirt seemed to fling itself on the welcome mat. When she stepped inside she allowed her eyes a minuit to adjust to the light dierential. Out of habbit she checked the corner. Yep, the little demon was still there. Sita wondered if her employer would ever notice that it was there. It shifted uncomfortable under her gaze. She guessed it was used to most people not seeing it, as they didn't tend to.

She made her way toward the back corner of the room to pick out some incense.
"what do you like ?" she asked it as she gased over the three displays. One display contained small boxes of ten, relitively inexpensive. The second display held little cones and resin. She didn't find eather particularly usefull. She decided that she would not use any of those, so she sidesteped to the third display.

This was her favorite, made by ... someone she didn't know, but to her, it seeemed to smell better then the rest. She turned her head to look to see where the little demon was. Quite a few feet behind her, on the other side of the shop, in the opposite corner. It usually didn't come near her.

She began to tap her foot with impatience. "Is it really that hard?" she asked it.

It was surprising to her that this was the only 'thing' here she could see. Oh there were other spirits hanging about, they made some noise here and there, and there was a shadow walker... but they never made as much fuss as this small demon. Initially it had been sent to the shop in a pique of anger, apprentely her employer and some objia man had gottent into some sort of 'philisophical' disagreement that barred said man from entering the store.

It had smelled like death for three days after the demon arrived. And it had messed up her nice energy 'bubble'. One of the reasons, her employer informed her, that Sita worked there is because she 'somehow' had raised the energy vibrations.. and she was expected to keep up with that. Sita laughed... no 'ickey' energy for The Eye of Heru.

Sita had humorously watched her employer and coworker not notice the little deamon, but be driven to a maddening distraction by the death like smell. That first day they had looked high and low for the dead animal Sobekneferu was certain exsisted under a table diplay somewhere.
Dees, she spent the better part of the day complaining about the smell as she stocked the back.

Sita felt bad that she didn't mention to them that there was a demon in the shop, but she wasnt at all certian Sobekneferu would believe her. Also she rather thought it was interesting that her sage-like employer could have 'regular' human moments. Sita wanted to see what Sobekneferu would do.

Sita smelled the dragon's blood and the Sun incense, odd combination... "you sure you want dragons blood and the sun?" she asked it throwing it a glance.. watching it move back to its perfered cornver by the front window and under the candle display. She receaved no other imput so she grabbed the incence and made her way toward the varius locations that she would burn the incense so that there was full coverage over the shop.

Sobekneferu had made Sita crawl under all the tables and the front desk. It had been one of the more dusty experiances she'd had that year and aggrivated her sinuses. She waited untill bother her coworker Dees and employer had left to 'shop for the store' before she decided to take matters into her own hand.

Sita had 'stuck' the little demon to a spot on the floor by one of the incense recepticles and then proceded to burn incence and myrrh. She also threw sea salt and resin at it. Needless to say it was a less than pleasant experiance for the demon. She continued to do this for three days, ignoring the complaints of the customers, used to being papmered by her normal choises of incense was assulted with this 'harsh' smelling stuff.

At the end of the three days she informed the demon that she didnt care that it was there, but it best not affect her job again. The dead smell went away, leaving both Sobekneferu and Dees to wonder where it had come from and where it had gone to.

Sobeknefer desided this was a testiment to Sita wonderous ... something ... energy manipulation maybe? Sita wasnt really sure about that, but one thing she was sure about... demons...

Sita looked at the clock, two more hours before the evening rush. She continued to finish her dusting as her mind floated toward Ohio, Lakewood... demon capitol of the U.S. Of course most people didnt know that.. but if one could 'see' ... and Sita knew better than anyone that it wasnt as common as tv or new age types would have you believe.... case and point... the small demon in the corner.

As all the names she had used previously for this kind of thing, vagrant demons and plants she spent time with were now all taken by popular media.. she had struggled to come up with one that was not Fred, George or Harry..... so she called it scorn.

She'd asked why it was here "scorn has sent me, anger has riled me..." it began, some demons just sounded so damn pompus, she'd just laughed... "yea, yeah, just stay out of my way." she cut it off, at first it looked rieghteously offended, completely agnered (as most demons tended to w/her off hand regard of them) but after she shot it a look as her eyes drained of color, it stuffed all that down and subsided to its corner.

Dusting the 'crystals' ... she giggled. Metaphysical shops, they were really just nice rocks that had pretty names and were polished. Lapis Lazuli was a rock by the gods.....
The door opened, flooding the room with the autumn, white sun, a draft of chill wafted it way through with the older man.

He lookd like he taken a beating out of life, that is for certain. His aura screamed of the dammage of previous drug use, and the current dulling effects of cannibus. His skin weathered, if he didnt rt now, he at one time had a Harley Davidson... but not now she decided.... His energy crackled... in the way of one who lives in some type of fear, Scorn reacted on instinct oozing its way toward the man, she shot a bolt of energy at it, not enough to hurt it. it gave her a look of its frustraition with her bindings.

The man was trembling slightly, but that was part of his natural state, his nerivous system being shot by past trauma and the illusion of containment of psychiatric druggs oozed out of the poor of his skin with thier unmmistakeable smell. His totem was snake. It coiled around his spirit self in a most paranoid manner. It too was beaten and tired. There was a load of guild flairing through his energy patter, taking the shape of strange octagons that flashed.

He was starteled when she walked toward him, as if her preasance was somehow a surprise. She gathered the 'calming' with in her and then began to exsude it, it didnt seem to help much, but his twitcheyness decreased enough for him to stutter a 'hello'. He looked her over nerviously/waraly.

She streangthened her 'mask' ... putting foreward her normal "Im- no- one of interest/ power," venear. Scorn started at her, not understanding why she would do such a thing.

"Hi." she said in her cheerey voice. "I'm Sita, welcome to The Eye of Heru, how can I help you?"
The man looked around nervously... dear sweet jesus, Sita though... again she collected calming energy, she threw it into the rediculously larget obsidian ball on display behind the man, so that it would radiate.

"uh... I'm looking for Kali?" he asked, narroing his eyes, still looking around.
Odd, that was her 'pen' name.
"Yes, that's me." She smilled in a comforting way.
This seemed to startle him, and he jumped a bit, then began to scrutinise her. She shoved foreward her mask of "I'm-a-harmless-and-silly-girl".
"How old are you!?" he demanded.
She blinked the way any good absentminded, scatterbrained person would.
"Twenty five." she smiled. "why do you ask ohh so abruptly?" she threw out a good natured laugh.
He relaxed a bit, but not much.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked in a broken, grating voice.
"Of course I do, no smoking in the store, the owner doesn't permit it." She continued to smile. "But we can go outside, I could use a cigarette too."
She lead him out the front door whial grabbing the phone. It never rang for her, she was just a 'shop keep' and no one of importance.... she liked it that way, but her employer, a respected craft worker, psychic and leader of the African Tribal Education and Reclamation movement receaved many calls durring the day.

The wind swirled around her saying hello, but it didnt seem to treat the man as kindly... the small demon looked hungerly from the window.
She lit her cig and watched silently as the man atempted to light his with a trembling hand. Finnally she offered her lighter fire, he looked at her for a moment but didnt see past her inane smile and took her offering. For a moment he said nothing, she could feel his mind, working its way toward expressing itself...

"I read ... that... it was up on WitchHunters."
This was surprising. It had been up there for a long time. A year perhaps.
She smiled in her friendliest manner..."Oh did you like it ??? I wrote it a long time ago when I was about 14.... it is based on this dream I had... kinda wierd that I dream like that I guess, but what can you do??? What did you think about it, most people say that its just way to dark !!!!" She spoke quickly in her best highschool cheerlieder voice. "oh... I guess you found me through the meet and greet site?????"
He threw her a haunted look.
She stopped babbling, cocked her head to the side and continued to smile, as if pleased with wide empty eyes. Feigning obliviousness.
"you dreamed that?" he asked, his voice again breaking with a mix of astonishment and plain nerves.
"mmmm yeah!" she said brightly
"we would like you to remove it." he said, in almost a whisper.
She blinked as if in astonishment.
"oh." she said, adopting a 'Im in serious thought and it hurts' look on her face. "so, it really happened?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"yeah." his eyes, filled w/the torments of the past.

She could understand why. It had been one of her earliest visions. Before she had run away, only to end up on a Reservation, she had thought she was insane... her visions had a tendancy toward increadably violent impossible things. This had been no exeption. It had contained that which she deemed to be of the utmost evil.

She continued to give him the wide eyed stare of an 'average idiot' but it was now her turn to scrutinise him.

"you were there, werent you?" she asked almost whispering.
He jumped as if she had poked him w/a stilletto
"yeah. My friends... the ones who survived, " three "want you to take it down. the 'story." he restaed as if she had not understood the first time.
"Oh Kay." she grinned at him. "it was kinda harsh ! The baby lived rt ? And did that woman loose her sight?" she knew the answers to both questions, but she wanted to find out more about who this man had been at the time, though she had her suspicions.
His whole body convulsed with nerves, this time she didnt even atempt to comfort him, he didnt deserve it if she was right about who he was.
"yeah...."
"and the kids?" she interupted
"yeah...and she can see. So are you going to remove it."
"Uhmmmmm" she pretended to rhuminate... looking at the sky, listaning to the whispers of the wind. "I didnt use anyone's name...did I?" she blinked, and looked at him wide eyed.
"no." he twitched
"why do I have to take it down?"
"they don't want anyone to know they survived." he stated bluntly.
"when did it happen?" she asked
"in the sixties."
He finished his cigarrette but did not make an attempt to return inside.
This was a broken man, torn with guilt, and attempting pennance the wind whispered to her.
"I'll take it down." She smiled.
He walked away, toward his honda motorbike, not even saying good by.

She walked back into the shop.. many feelings mixing up inside of her. Anger/disgust, releafe that it hadnt been a dream telling of some odd psychosis w/in her mind.

It hadnt been just one dream, but a cycle of them. Long before she learned how to deal with any of these supposedly non real things. Part of her hated societies brainwashing on this matter. Only the 'primitive' mind beleives in demons and witchcraft... or the delusional... that is just the way it goes.... for an instant rage raveded her... Scortch made sounds of fear from his corner where he quivered.
Yes. She had spent a few years destroying his kind, with out question. Tearing them apart in her agner. After all, according to her shrinks, they were just hallucinations.... She occasionally would wake in the night remembering the screaching of pain... when she had torn thier limbs off.... just in her mind anyway, so it didnt matter.

Her shamen had been rather impressed, but mildly desturbed, but did not desuade her from this practice. However, she had learned a differant approach when she'd been found by Venerable Master Hsuan Hua....
"You are the dragon in human form, this is to learn." he had explained to her once. She had been draen to the Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, seeing the dragons flying overhead, they'd seemed so peaceful and happy, the exact opposite of her inner state.

She stared at the door, controlling her breathing, acknowledging past feelings.. reminding her 'self' that these events no longer exsisted.... but the memories of the 'dreams' came anyway.
No use in supressing them, so she just looked at them.

They came in their usual disjointed manner. The dark, candle lit room. Huge, many people in robes, the large basin of fire.... the crying baby... the summoned demons in their 'places' looking greedaly at the man 'officiating' and his followers. Two young children, terrifyed and crying, nakid in front of the congregation.

She never heard thier words... they didnt really matter to her, what mattered was the rage, as she new that babey and those children were to be killed.... The two children on the alter slabs, carved with symbols to collect thier blood and suffering.

She watched as the Man held up the baby... walking toward the basin of fire. She knew what was next....

She unfettered the demons, let loose the fire.

A group of about ten ran through the panicing congrigation as the deamons turned on them, one woman, grabbing the babby... two more people untying the two children from the alter, another fighting the other man... the man who was to 'sacrifce' the children...

Sita took a deep breath as she watched the carnage, as if it were a rerun on t.v. The first woman receaved a deep cut ... but Sita could never tell if she'd lost her left eye, certainly she'd kept the scar. The two were attempting to extracate the children, but mr man with knife was barring thier way... Sita sent the unfettered demons to him...they gladely attacked... enjoying the freedom and carnage....

Many people screaming, many demons attacking them, the MAN realising this chaos was not under his control made his escape with a few congrigation member, ignoring the slaughter of the others, not attempting to help them. The woman with the babby , the two with the children, made thier way out.... the structure collapsing....

Screaming, the smell of burning flesh, of blood, the sound of death, most violent.

The nervious man had been there.... in an effort to save himself he'd helped the three people and children escape.... but he had been one of them....

The memories fadded from her view.... She gave herself a bit of a shake... tears were on her face. Just a dream, her shrinks had told her, apparently she'd eather watched too much t.v. or she had been taking what the Priest had said to literally. For a moment she despised the psychologists.... but that was not productive. People generally did not believe in things they couldn't see.

For a moment, her consciousness was flooded, a grassey plane, a large house... well off a path, a large fire in the pit in the front yard, six people... sitting around the fire, laughing talking... a woman with a scar on the left side of her face, just under her eye.... the youngest girl was a nurse, the eldest boy ... reciting tales of his fellow law school students... the middle girl... held her own child, giggling and laughing... they remembered nothing, but the elders... all had that haunted look in their eyes.

The woman with the scar looked up, as if she felt Sita looking at her, staring into the flames of the fire, she gave a bow of thanks.... The woman with the scar had always known someone was there with them... or they never would have survived...had the 'masters' not lost controll of the demons...

This wasnt unusual... Sita occasionally 'looked' in on these people... and she smiled. How she had been able to do that, was not something she'd understood as it had happened before she was born, but the Venerable Master had told her that when one is ready to pay karmic depts, one simply did. There was no mystery to that... we are in the eternal now... and if our now happens to coenside with a diffeant now, well that was certainly nothing special.

The phone rang, Sita fumbled before answering "The Eye of Heru, how may I help you?" she asked as if she could have not been more please doing anything other than answering a phone.

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2007-11-11T20:32:00.000-08:00

I will not even entertain all of the arrogant assumptions

I will only say once, that trying to read minds over the internet will not work well.
One or the other may be arrogant - but conversation does not work like this.

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QUOTE(caritas @ Sep 10 2007, 09:31 PM)

Ptah is a creator deity.

Ra is the solar cyclic who needs defense at night in his barque against Apep.

Amun is better because of origin and role, but has no enlightened doctrine, and is more of a king of the gods than conqueror and liberator.

There are appropriate manifestations of the kayas, and perhaps a deeper investigation of them, and their attributes, and portrayals, according to a legitimate course of study, would serve you well.

First of all, you have just insulted the Khemetian Religion, by accusing the Khemetians of being idolaters.

Anyone without emptiness view is some kind of idolater.
How do you intend to use the word.

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You've also assumed that I have not studied the attributes of the Kayas at all.

"deeper investigation" (quoted above) implies a precedent of shallower investigation, dear heart.

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The Khemetians understood the various deities to be impermanent, interdependent parts of a whole. Although, even this is a simplified explanation, as their Philosophies are comparable to that of the Tantras.

The people of the black earth were not so different from any farmers, warriors, and priests throughout history. In order to make your supposition tenable, it is not necessary to demonstrate parallelism of the psychosocial roles of specific ntr.w (the functions are inherent to mind after all; that is not a point under contention, please remember this), but it is necessary to provide tangible examples of applications of emptiness view native to the original practices, which would constitute a substantive foundation for comparison with actual buddhist mantrayana philosophy. Otherwise I would have to ask you to provide directly a philosophical text that compares favourably (not simply someone's opinion that there is such a favourable comparison in existence) and this would be difficult since such texts would have been written using md.w-ntr, and also since higher philosophy relies upon idiosyncratic and purposeful misuses of conventional language (even when written in special scripts).

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Every Religion is unique, exoterically.

Esoterically, there is only ONE Wisdom Religion, which manifests through many exoteric forms.

Indeed, and that religion is buddhism.
Buddhism - the pursuit of awakening, beginning with methods of taming mind.

QUOTE(Upasaka @ Sep 12 2007, 06:57 PM)

One last thing here.
I would agree that Buddhism teaches about the Nature of Reality and existence more openly and unveiled than other Religions.

The question, however, is not merely 'which faith is more open and unveiled than other faiths', but rather, 'what is the source of what we are calling esoteric' - and is it legitimate to impose the definitions of that source onto culturally distinct systems of knowledge, and structures of faith, which do not evince equivalent foundations.

since ntr is a teaching
and the dharma is a teaching
do you worship the teachings?

(oh I know you don't seriously)

again an Idol is a thing that represents sometihng. So if I have the buddha (and I do) on my desk its a really nice visual reminder isnt it...its also 'sacred' as the teachings of the buddha are 'sacred' that little piece of thing is his symbolic representation of him. so in itself is my little spot where I have my 'respect' for the buddha darma. Its a piece of thing that has this sacred space.
Its all energetic really, but lets not get into that, as even the brain has electric impulses zinging through it, you give off energy /heat by mearly exsisting.... is 'your' space 'sacred' or 'clouded' ?

I wonder if people really thing that I 'worship' idols LOL seriously that is NOT the perspose of an idol... if you are into that kind of thing an idol is the piece of sacred space where the divin hangs out. still not worshiping the idol.....

Amun is empyt... he is nothing, he is everything, he is the undefinable.... ect ect ect blah blah

Mdu Ntr.... ah yes
the symbol
used in order not to confine the mind
you have symbols to...you use words in your sutras and your teachings.... some of that comes from other peoples interpritations (big can o worms there)
but in order to answer you I would have to quote The Temple in man to much (R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz) so it would probably save my arthritis for you to read it... The Mdu Ntr themselves are our teachings... and yeah that inclueds the text itself to....

diff vehicle.... same place

the persuit of awakending , beginning w/methods of taming the mind is reflected in the studdy of Ma'at and the wisdome text governing proper thought/action/ behavior.

I find it incredably entertaining that there is all this discussion about things that are 'seperate' when this thread is supposed to cover. that which is consistant and parallell esp since as far as I know, no one else here is an aprentice shemsu... dont get me wrong you have valid points in arguing w/eachother... but uhm lol yeah.... I am very happy w/your comments when it pertains to things Im actually atempting to point out. but Im not sure why there is arguing amongst yourselves about a tradition that 'you' are not studdying??? heehee

now why, I wonder is this happening? Is it because we as 'ego' things believing 'our' way is the right an only way toward enlightement cand deal w/the idea that there is a differant way to the same place because the languages/words and vehicles differ?

or is it because as being in this incarnation and being ensnared by this ego we truely believe we are seperate because that is the way all 'appears' as if you and I are completely seperate and I am seperate and just dangling here in the univers and not a ctualy a part /piece or am the univers
My friends. I started this thread for discusson of 'consistancies' things that are 'simalar' because I find that a beautiiful thing\
this going back and forth on the things that which segrigate us are illusions of a clouded mind and are useless... Im sure some one can have a more productive time meditating than to come to this bord w/the 'verbal' crow bar and try to seperate eachother more insted of

well Im sure you get the point
Im not seeing the point in descussing the differances when my point
was for the consistancies
We are all Ntr.

oh I think the foundation my be diff, but the destination reamains the same.

and more importatntly

my hindu friend said to me that namaste means I bow the devinity in you

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2007-11-11T20:31:00.000-08:00

For right now, I will not even entertain all of the arrogant assumptions you've made in this thread, and here:

QUOTE(caritas @ Sep 10 2007, 09:31 PM)

Ptah is a creator deity.

Ra is the solar cyclic who needs defense at night in his barque against Apep.

Amun is better because of origin and role, but has no enlightened doctrine, and is more of a king of the gods than conqueror and liberator.

There are appropriate manifestations of the kayas, and perhaps a deeper investigation of them, and their attributes, and portrayals, according to a legitimate course of study, would serve you well.

First of all, you have just insulted the Khemetian Religion, by accusing the Khemetians of being idolaters.

You've also assumed that I have not studied the attributes of the Kayas at all.

The Khemetians understood the various deities to be impermanent, interdependent parts of a whole.

Although, even this is a simplified explanation, as their Philosophies are comparable to that of the Tantras.

The Kemetians did not see the Neteru as independent "Creator Gods" as in the exoteric Judeo-Christian view of deities, as you have just implied that they did.

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The "without limit" may be a conceptual corruption of dharma, but since it is couched within an explicitly eternalist, dualist, conceptual framework, there is no meaningful connection to be drawn with the extent and precision of the buddhadharma - one may trace it back directly to the hindu teachings, or consider it a resumption of them through ignorance from the buddhadharma - but there is no parity. Most of what you are calling esoteric interpretations are based upon 19th century French characters, some a little younger, some a little bit less French, but all of whom had the potential exposure to at least the common misconceptions of dharma at the time. So there is no doubt that there is "influence" or that there is "similarity" - but clarity there is not.

More ASSUMPTIONS.

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Certainly - although at the end of the day, if one is honest and approaches the reflection with critical requirements of consistency, validity, and so on, there will be distinctions that render the buddhadharma unique.

Every Religion is unique, exoterically.

Esoterically, there is only ONE Wisdom Religion, which manifests through many exoteric forms.

But I digress for now.

If you want a good glimpse at the Esoteric interpretations of Metu Neter and Shetaut Neter, which is totally lost on Western "scholars" and "Egyptologists"; then you might try:

Ra Un Nefer Amen

Gerald Massey

Sebai Muata Ashby

Schwaller de Lubicz

Regards

An idol is just a spot of sacred space for the divine enrgy to rest. Like cleaning your body, room before ritual or meditation. I actually collect idols, I love having them around, very pretty..... I have pics of them up in the gallery.

Lets take a look at "mystery schools"
and the importence of understanding it.

On one level we have the neyophite and the then 'beginner' levels
On face value, there are some who actually believe in the Ntr as "gods" : actual devine beings that pay attention, listen to prayers, govorn certain things in nature and creation and all that. I think Kemetic Orthadoxi is like that as is Nahati Am Nutjeru (Im not 100% on that... but they do smooosh budhist teachings in their doctorine as well)
There is a group in cali that is all about the 'worship' of Bast .... so those would be the first two levels... neyophites. They learn the 'basic' teachings (one would hope,,, but I have noticed some sects just kinda ingnore it) the basic teaching of 'correct' behavior.

Next two levels
Aprentice and Initiate

Oh wait,,, you mean there's more?????
yeah
Like my Temple ... we are not 'idolitors' we are all into that sacred science and alchemy.... alchemy you say???
lol
oh yeah
The transforming of the spirit from yuckienes to divine ! (this should sound like a familiar thing to any buddhst) again the Ntr are symbolic teachings of blah blah see other post....

Ra Um Nefrer coppies from Schwaller de Lubicz, so be careful w/that.... he doesnt even site Schwaller de Lubicz's books. And I will also warn you that he has lots of recial bias hanging out in that book. As for his tendancy to copy Schwaller de Lubicz.... sometimes its word for word out of Esoterism and Symbol and then Alternate w/Symbol and the Symbolic.

needless to say I dont sudgest his obviously plageristic works anymore. Not because after sifting through the racial bias he doesnt have anything worthwhile to say but the mear act of doing that, esp for the kind of book its supposed to be is a gross violoation of the ethics he claims to have... that kind of thing doesnt sit well with me. But then again, neither does racial bias no matter how much he attempts to rationalise its validiaty. Both Schwaller de Lubicz and Muata Ashy present much the same concepts with out resourting to such a thing.

also you can try reading Rosemary Clark and Chritian Jacq

My first teacher started off with the works of Muata Ashby. he used to come and lecture here !!!!!

kmt view of ntr is all encompassing
there is God/ esistance/the universe (they are not seperate)
Ntr are the teachings that lead us to enlightenment of the nautre of our/god's/universe's exsistance

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2007-11-11T20:30:00.000-08:00

[quote=caritas,Sep 10 2007, 10:31 PM]
You are going to have an interesting time here.

YAY fun !!! lol

ok now down to my initial responses....

[Brother Henry did not allege that other faiths and spiritual systems do not have comparable teachings to Buddhism - but rather that the presentation of these particular teachings makes Buddhism distinct. It is mere sophistry and self-deception to, on the one hand, state that these elements of dharma "are all taught", and then in the same breath state that they are "explained and/or symbolized ... differently".

The teaching is either explicit and intact or it is not - where there is difference there is difference, and it is trite to ignore the effect that such differences have upon view.]

Its all in the presentation. One one had... like I have said. Both buddhism and kmtism use diff 'vehicles' or 'symbolism' but thier point/lession is essentialy the same. I feel that if you get to distracted by 'words' insted of 'meaning' you are not quite getting the point.

On the other had that is 'seperation' kmt is Not about breaking things all down and spererating things it more like the 'unity' of 'everything' and by the way, you ARE everything, a nice little microcoms of the universe. I have seen this in buddhist teaching as well.

Im not sure how a differance in a word that conveys the same message is incredably important

[All Contaminated Phenomena are of the nature of Suffering]

I kinda thought that when I posted that exerpt from Her-Bak it was a good example of this.

you also mention 'the self' *shrug.... I am ntr you are ntr everything is ntr there is no 'self' not really, so 'the self' is an illusion we are all sharing just reflecting our 'stuffy thing' on each other round and round we go.

[Ptah is a creator deity.

Ra is the solar cyclic who needs defense at night in his barque against Apep.

Amun is better because of origin and role, but has no enlightened doctrine, and is more of a king of the gods than conqueror and liberator.

There are appropriate manifestations of the kayas, and perhaps a deeper investigation of them, and their attributes, and portrayals, according to a legitimate course of study, would serve you well.]

yes Im working on the basic meanings here
as in
dharmakaya is the absolute
samboghakaya- expressed through stories of dieties
nirmanakaya - phinominal world,, here, now.

and at the risk of being repititions lets just say that the Mdu Ntr are akin to Koan shall we? Its the easiest way for me to explane this.. but then again, Im sure I have at least touched on Ntr before, if I havent I appologise and I will do so.

Ptha, is not a cut and dry guy (yeah I know Im reffering to them as if they are 'people' and not symbolic representitives of entire teachings but hey... I find it amusing to do so)

Ptah is many things, yes a creator, he is one who hears all your prayers, he is a craftsman, he is a judge.... many things, however he is still just a name, a little piece of Ntr...

RA
is LIFE he is the fire and light of life he is illumination , knowledge, power, knowledge ect ect ect
he needs protection in the duat (in some versions of the duat... esp Old Kingdom text he is rather dead at the time, in the middle kindgom version he is really bussy administering the kingdoms fo the duat and punishing the wicked and rewarding the good to be bothered by defeating Apep. In the Old kingdom text it is Set who slays apap (showing us that we can overcome our 'base' natuer of animalistic behavoir and ignorant fixation) In middle kingdom... its just a bunch of others including the sons of heru... and finnally in New Kingdom its the Heliopolin ogdoad and finnally Bast all of thes actions and retelling of the duat are examples of teaching of blah blah blah)

(now imagine, sir, that you are teaching a class and I am a student waving my hand wildly about atempting to get your attention)

Excuse meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!??? uhmm (lol its just the visual I got)
Pardon (Im not offended or anything) but how is Amun better than.....? and what is Amun better then? (hu? what happened, did I misread something, it is very possible as I am dyslexic)

Amun and Brahman have about the same meaning as I previously mentioned.And no enlightened doctorine? Now I'm incredably confused..... Im sure you arent insulting me to say there is no enlightened doctrine in my teachings???? uh it kinda sounds.... uhmm not uhmm well it does look insulting..... Im sure you mean something other than that though and that I just missed your point or something. I really dont think anyone in this comunity would just come up here and say.... your teachings have NO enlightened doctorine... so Im very sure I just missed some part of what you are saying .... please explain because I just got completely lost.

Im not offended but how on earth can the meditation on the concep of the, absolute, the ALL, the everything, the unknowable and undefineable not assist in a greater understanding of .....blah blah blah Amun teaches us to be too dependant on fixed 'meanings' and 'definitions' (sound familiar) like in zen it is taught that yes all sutras are important but you really shouldn't 'depend' on them, after all, they are not going to get you closer to enlightenment, only you can do that.

To me, and through my practice of zazen ( I was 25 when I started Im 34 now... and this is just my limited understanding, but its not baseless) Amun to me is very much like the state of being in zazen.

I could be wrong here, but I dont think that Upasaka was appliying the Ntr specifically in the way you think,,,, I beleive that was just an example...not to be taken to literally. But if you would like a literal example:

Dharmakaya = Amun
Samboghakaya = Ra
Nirmanakaya = Imhotep (Im using him because he is an example of a Master of Secrets and was diefied but stick in any name of any sage you want...or we could just use my name.. or your name, or your dogs name as this state is reffering to ... 'us' in our 'life' ne?

[Demonstrate a meaningful parallel of view.]

my meaningful parallel view is reflected in part in that short bit of Her-Bak, there are others of course... I could try and remember to post them for you as that is why I started this thread in the first place..... I will try to remember ... really I will !!!!!! YAY ... usually I dont look for paralles, I just find them but this is a realllly good excorsise ! Im soooo excited now !!!!

(but if you actually want to find that answer yorself I sudgest you read the Schwaller de Lubicz books or you could check out egyptian yoga by muata ashby)

or we could look at Mdu Ntr in general... the word Ntr doesn mean ONE thing it means many thing a representitive that we are not all for this 'physical' illusion stuff. or Heru-Set... the combined symbol...all those myths the lower self fighting the higher self. the higher self conquering the lower self and then get this... only by ma'at is it settled ! You could say univeral law, that everything set of 'rules' that leads towards 'enlightenment' or 'becomming' Ntr (enlightement) Im actually just summing this up ... I could go on about this for hours and hours... but lowerself. speration form all is bad.... understanding that you ARE ntr and not a seperate entity mired in all this physical crud is the main point btwn the Heru and Set myths.... is that a good example????
(I have been told that my communications skills are sevearly lacking so I'm never really sure Im actually 'making' the point I think Im making)

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2007-11-11T20:27:00.002-08:00

[what makes Buddhism different from the rest, is the concept of Four Seals or Three Universal Characteristics, and taking refuge in Triple Gem.

(Actually, in the Esoteric understanding of almost all Religions; the Four Seals, and the Tri-Unity(The Three Jewels: whether Outer, Inner, or Secret) are all taught; albeit explained and/or symbolized a little differently.

In the Khemetian teachings, there is AMEN, RA, PTAH for example, which on one level could be synonymous with the Dharmakaya, Samboghakaya, and Nirmanakaya.

The Khemetians also understood that all compounded phenomena are impermanent, that everything defiled (with ego-clinging) is suffering, that all phenomena are empty and devoid of a self-entity, and that nirvana is perfect peace.

And by the Three Universal Characteristics, I'll assume that you're referring to:

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The three natures or three aspects of experience are:

The imaginary nature (Skt. parikalita, Tib. kun rtag), the dependent nature (Skt. paratantra, Tib. gzhan dbang) and the truly existent nature (Skt. parinispanna, Tib. yongs grub).

Well, we know that the Hebrew Kabbalah is heavily based on the Khemetian Paut Neter(which is even admitted in the Torah), and that Vedic-Brahminism is based on the very Ancient pre-Shakyamuni Tantric Buddhism/Yungdrung Bon.

So let us look at Paranishpanna/Parinispanna in relation to the AIN SOPH of Kabbalah:

QUOTE(Samael Aun Weor)

Ain Soph Paranishpanna

"We must make a specific differentiation between the Ain Soph and the Ain Soph Paranishpanna: In the Ain Soph, interior Self-realization does not exist, but in the Ain Soph Paranishpanna, interior Self-realization does exist." - Tarot and Kabbalah

Here^^^ "Self", in the sense of "Self Liberation"

These connections are worth reflecting on. ] -- someones reply

What A Lovely Reply !!! YAY (as you can see Im not always serious and stuffy)
thank you sooooo much for that !!!! WOW I learned something from it.... LOL .. even though I had to take a tedious six moth corse in the kmt origins of the Quaballa I of course retain none of it (since Im not really concerned w/it... sad Im sure but I don't really 'care' about the Quabala)

Im not sure if anyone saw the posting on Her-Bak the other day but... I think that really sums up the three universal characters... maybe Im the only one who sees it that way though.

The only thing that threw me was certainly not through anything other than my perception. I have noticed certain sects/traditions of buddhists like to separate things into all manner of groupings and thingies which is nicely reflected in your reply (thanks, now I don't have to provide a visual for what I'm talking about)

and the kmts did too. so I will take this opportunity to be like all other Kmt priestesses I know and talk about it. (under 45 min I swear !!!! .... we can be a long winded bunch...)

Amun and Ra were not originally uhh together as a deity... Yes they did 'merge' and all that ....
And yes most definitely Amun (oh sorry I dont use the 'English spelling for that, gives me a giggle and I can't possibly be serious)

Dharmakaya is a actually a good approximation for Amun as is Brahman.

I was reading this zen book this morning and the author was attempting to explain the no 'self' and "I" ego thing and how there is no 'reincartaion' but yet there is. Ha ha !!!
He said that everyday We are born, we grow old and we die. We are not the same person tomorrow as tomorrow does not exsist , we certainly are not the same person of yesterday, since that doesn't exsist either. I read this and though OH wow... some one is talking about Ra !!!!!!

Every day Ra is born as Khepri
by noonday he is Ra
at sunset he is Atum
and he then dies....
and then there is the journey through the duat.... Im sure its about the subconscious, but I wont get into all that, not done studying it all three diff versions...

and yes again,,,, thank you for your reply...

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2007-11-11T20:27:00.001-08:00

Koans !
I like koans.
I can't studdy them rt now cause I have no 'teacher' (sob) but its ok
why is this odd woman blathering on about koans like this?

we all know what koans are rt? I consider them teaching devices, kinda like a verbal/spychological zen fan to the face or head depending on where it is needed to hellp w/that understanding problem on may have

(Im in a humored mood rt now)

I would have to say that Ntr and Koan opperate on the same principle.

since Im sure you all know what koans are then I know I dont have really go into boaring explination about that.

Of course Ntr are 'translated' as meaning 'god'

thanks budge.
Every thing in kmt is symbolic... even the Ntr are larger than life symbolic teachings.

I find this all very interesting and exciting.

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2007-11-11T20:25:00.000-08:00

At this moment Im feeling utterly rediculuse. Some one was, like usuall asking me if I think Kmt influenced buddhism and of course Im taking this to mean in a proactive way so I continue to blunder through my thoughts in an attempt to answer this.

They traded w/the asiatics since oh I dunno predynastic times? I don't have the exact years to give you but think about that for a minut.... the Kmts were all over silk road trading ... Im sure there was ya know.... conversation going on.... Could this have influenced buddhism... oh sure why not????

Insted of being logical, I went the rout of some of our myths. Wsr left the Kingdome of Kmt and traveled the world (such as it was) in order to teach. Was Wsr a REAL Nswbit? *shrug* It is said he ruled after the gods left. So you have 'the rule of the Ntr' and then you have what some archiologists term as the 'rule of the demi gods' (makes NO sence to me but ok) Wsr/Ausar or Osirus if you prefer greek names, is said to be an actual person type Nswbt, he could have been elevated to 'official' Ntr just like Imhotep. Of course as far as I know these are just legends and I have NO archiological proof to back this up.

Another point I braught up whial remaining oblivious as to the trade btwn kmt and china (as someone on asians finest forum so kindly reminded me) I also hypothosised : well there were so many invasions it was rediculous... so I can't imagine every person of Kmt hanging about... Im sure some of them went to other countries and chilled ya know? Im more than sure that included priests.

If the heiroglyphiscs found in austrailia and the grandcanion have not yet been disproven the above theory seems very likely.

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2007-11-11T20:23:00.000-08:00

[what makes Buddhism different from the rest, is the concept of Four Seals or Three Universal Characteristics, and taking refuge in Triple Gem.] -quoting someone

Actually, in the Esoteric understanding of almost all Religions; the Four Seals, and the Tri-Unity(The Three Jewels: whether Outer, Inner, or Secret) are all taught; albeit explained and/or symbolized a little differently.

In the Khemetian teachings, there is AMEN, RA, PTAH for example, which on one level could be synonymous with the Dharmakaya, Samboghakaya, and Nirmanakaya.

The Khemetians also understood that all compounded phenomena are impermanent, that everything defiled (with ego-clinging) is suffering, that all phenomena are empty and devoid of a self-entity, and that nirvana is perfect peace.

And by the Three Universal Characteristics, I'll assume that you're referring to: --
The three natures or three aspects of experience are:

The imaginary nature (Skt. parikalita, Tib. kun rtag), the dependent nature (Skt. paratantra, Tib. gzhan dbang) and the truly existent nature (Skt. parinispanna, Tib. yongs grub).

Well, we know that the Hebrew Kabbalah is heavily based on the Khemetian Paut Neter(which is even admitted in the Torah), and that Vedic-Brahminism is based on the very Ancient pre-Shakyamuni Tantric Buddhism/Yungdrung Bon.

So let us look at Paranishpanna/Parinispanna in relation to the AIN SOPH of Kabbalah:

QUOTE(Samael Aun Weor)

Here^^^ "Self", in the sense of "Self Liberation"

These connections are worth reflecting on.

---- this whole thing was a post of someone elses... they start bichering

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2007-11-11T20:21:00.000-08:00

this reminds me of desire being the orrigin of suffering. Of course buddhims and kmt -ism use differant literary devices to convy the same sentiments, I found this teaching to be very interesting.

"Is then the animal a model for man?"
"Every animal is the summing up of a character which is perfection of its kind, because it does not dissimulate what we call the defects; it is what it seems to be. If you observe each species, you will find there some aspect of the passions which are the driving force of our own life."
"...the animal does not think as men do; can it then experience our desires, our sorrows, our jealousy?"
"All the urges of the passion express vital natural impulses, and it is the animal in us which gives rise to them. The wise man is conscious of them, he knows how to give them thier true name and to make use of them as you direct your donkey. But the wise man is rare, and egoism finds a thousand reasons for giving those impulses legitimate motives and flattering names. The human passions are life-impulses which have been perverted... and so skilfully perverted that it is very difficult to discover, beneither their complications, the almost diving power wich is thier source. ... Hence I do not say all this for 'serious' people, but for the child Her-Bak, who would know how to observe, with out criticism or judment, the impulses of passion within the animals ... and how to find thier eqivilationts in himself."
"Are then the animals forced to obey the lust to eat one another?"
"They are forced to obey the demands of hunger. Thier instinctive nature makes them look for the food that suits thier organism. You your self sometimes feed on meat and fish.... But man perverts this vital impulse by overshooting its mark: necessity gives an excuse for gluttony, and for the hunter an opportunity to exert his cruelty."
"when a man and a catkill birds to eat them, is the man more guilty than the cat?"
"Man or beast, whoever kills becomes thereby subject to the law of Asar,* which is a merceless pendulum and always acts reciprocally. Kill and eat if you want, but know what you are doing; seek no excuse and accept the consequences: that is the only way for man to attain little by little to higher consciousness."
"who will give me the courage?"
"Disgust with your impotence, desire to break the chains fo this animality."

*Asar/Ausar/ Wsr = principle of perpetual return to existance.

from
Her-Bak
The Living Face of Ancient Egypt
Isha Schwaller DeLubicz

Simalaraties 5

2007-11-11T20:20:00.000-08:00

similarities between religions are not uncommon..

qualities like compassion, dealing with the nature of mind, and so forth.

what makes Buddhism different from the rest, is the concept of Four Seals or Three Universal Characteristics, and taking refuge in Triple Gem. --- a comment left in response

I never had any problems with accepting the tripplel jems... as I think I mentioned in my blog.. or elsewhere ...kmt-ism is all inclusive so taking refuge in the tripple gems was never an issue or a problem... the four seals is a mirror/reflection of the mystery teachings (Im sure I dont have to go into the def of 'mystery teaching' but just in case some one else is reading it... all that means is that its presented in a way to eather promote further understanding or for those students who have attained enough to understand...I can post about it if there is any confusion regarding it)

Of course a true kemite is compassionate...not being so is direct violation to not only the teachigns but to the 'self' (aka you, me the universe...) all of those things.. you could just superimpose them really....

Simalarities 4

2007-11-11T20:19:00.000-08:00

I just finished esoterism and symbol and here is the culmination of that which I feel is applicable to the topic.

All emotional reactions are based on egoism, the first cerebral consciousness of oneself, a mirror of the object,

But only man has in him that gift allowing him to free himself from all these reactions; to attain aristocratic liberty by fusing with the WHOLE -love without cause, without aim, with out reward and therefor with out deception.

Simalaraties 3

2007-11-11T20:17:00.000-08:00

what about all those gods? I mean how can you 'worship' all those gods and still be Buddhist is another question I get..."doesn't it conflict?" or "how does that work?" Since this comes up regularly I figured I will address this here, instead of in my blog. First we will cover Symbolism and I will define Ntr ... wich is usually and most expediently translated to mean "God"

(this is coming from a book called The Temple In Man by R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz)

The kmt (ancient egyptian) term for symbol is Medu Neter/Metu Neter...Mdu Ntr....which is translated as hieroglyphs. "Principles Conveyed by sign" (or signs that bear Ntr)

"wisdom can not vary if it is real."
(so here we see that ... even if the symbols /words we use differ... the 'concept' is the same...

Ntr (neter / nedjer/ netjer) Is a divine/cosmic or natural principle ( or force)/ spirit. It is like an entire teaching rolled into one symbol....

(for those of you to whom this is not an obvious conclusion...Im considering koans again)

"the pharaonic mentality is typically indirect. A defined form is used to evoke an idea of this form -that is to say, the abstract complex that presides over this defined form."

and one more tidbit I found connected with buddhism in general

" We become aware -that is to say, we can qualify a thing or an idea - only by means of comparison. The extreme comparison for Being would be Non Being . For us a thing exists only because it can, the final analysis, not be. Now, presence is susceptible to changes; but absence -nonbeing --is immutable.

the reasoning of absurdity however, underlies any philosophy of Unity -- that is to say "god'. With in Non-Being of Nature, which comprises all 'things' is summarized like a seed.... everything that can be.

Nothing is everything
and what we perceive is our own illusion as physically manifest (via our perception)