Who Comes For Me

Who Comes For Me

Who comes for me when I am alone in the sand of the west?
When my eyes have beheld the Two Banks departing,
the florid sky in the company of that mouth of descending;
who comes to lift up my two feet from the hungry desert?
Those Nine Gods come from the mouth of the horizon
to lead me by the hand;
as they do for that Great Ram-Soul when he approaches
with skin of gold and hair of lapis lazuli.

I am complete within the keeping of the earth,
and my sacred sky cannot be removed from my long stride of millions.
My unbound feet have found their magical direction;
my toes, the hallowed ground upon which spirits shift;
my legs, the west wind which carries swallows where the sun dies;
my loins, where the south keeps its secret flood of my beginning;
my upright member, of my Father and through which I am renewed;
my navel, of my Mother and through which her magic fed me;
my heart, the mound of the Benu-bird upon which his flame alights;
my throat, dilated with the fresh northern breath of the Serpent-Goddess;
my lips, the seat of the God Ptah, whose arm of heavenly metal
opens up the mouths of the Gods;
my tongue, the mount to which the God Djehuty ascends in his time,
the place where the members of the Eight Primordials are assembled;
my nostrils, the Twin Lions who open yesterday and know tomorrow;
my right eye, the Ark of the Day whose forthcoming predicts Ra
on his eastern horizon;
my left eye, the Ark of Twilight in whose cabin is carried the golden
Ram-Soul of the west;
my two eyebrows, the eastern and western horizons from which
the Lord to the Limits goes forth;
my brow, the vertex of the Sun-God whose Cobra-Goddess abounds
in her breath for him;
my arms, lifting up the four quarters of the sky, becoming the very
pillars of the sky through whose vigor the Unwearying Stars climb;
my two hands, the mountains called Bakhu and Manu, where rise
and set the two mirrors of Ra who governs the horizons.

Hear me all you spirits in the company of the west,
for my edicts are the commands of the Nine Gods and their overlord;
that Great Soul whose flesh traverses the twelve hours and reckons
all their powers.
I too am the skin, blood, bones, and members of the Great Ram-Soul;
my passage of light through the twilight hours becomes a second life
for those spirits in the shadows.

Where is my shade when I traverse the secret pathways in the west?
It follows in my footsteps as the shades of the Nether Sky
raise their hands in homage;
my light becoming their guide through the terrors,
my face gleaming as a mirror of burnished electrum in the dark.
Follow in the tread of my sunlit feet you souls of the western earth,
and I will guide you to that holy sycamore where the sky springs forth
with verdant life.

Who comes for me when I approach those Twin Sycamores
whose faces meet the turquoise veil of the sky;
whose leaves of starry malachite reckon the years of souls,
as they reckon the entourage of the Imperishable Stars.
I see the Sun-Calf making long strides between the two sycamores;
his spotty flank is a map of the northern sky, and my eyes may read its secrets.
His speech is the tongue of that Sycamore-Goddess,
pouring out between her rosy-gold breasts a ladder to the eternal sky.
I hear his words and know their magic;
I drink from those celestial breasts, and ascend as one of those
Imperishable Stars.

Who comes for me when the Imperishable Stars lift me up,
when my two lips become the crescent shrines of Khonsu-Neferhotep?
I behold the Henu-Ark in its moment of ascension;
when its sparrowhawk of gold alights upon its Mound;
when its strong runners glide upon its sand;
when its sledge is firmly placed in its stellar courses;
when its towrope of gold shines through the dusky hours;
when its cabin becomes the soil-black Mound of its lord;
when the God Sokar appears upon his sand wearing his lofty crown;
and I become a follower in his entourage of spirits,
triumphant when the hours of shade are traversed by the risen sun.

Who comes for me when twilight falls and lips grow silent?
Is there a stirring in the west as my countenance passes,
even as the west stirs at the approach of Ra in his ruddy mantle.
I see with my two eyes the emergence of Ra from his Mound of the shade;
his body appearing in shadow as the iridescent beetle claiming the dawn.
He pushes his dawn before him, as eventide follows on his glittering heels.
I become the Shade of Ra projected from his light beams;
and turquoise becomes me, gold foretold by my brow of celestial metal.

Is my fragrance known to the spirits and shades of the sacred west?
I say it is; and my breath comes over the whole of this land
as a cloud of fine myrrh becoming of a god.
You spirits and shades imbibe it with your flared nostrils,
this scent of mine cast from the presence of my golden skin;
you relish it as the sky acclaims the lamps of its stars,
as the holy sycamore drinks her flood from the secret cavern of the earth.

Who comes for me when I am alone in the sand of the west?
Is my right hand taken and my fingers cradled like those of a naked child?
I say they are; and I see my passage in the west made by the hands
of my Sky-Goddess, whose starry body becomes my second home,
whose breasts find my lips in my moment of unquenchable thirst.
My thirst is quenched, and my two feet are doused with the sacred flood.
Loneliness, I do not know you; not in the presence of my Father of the earth.
Death, I do not become you; not as I pass through the thighs of my Mother
of the sky.

Who comes for me?
You come for me, and your name is Ra of the heights,
the Lord to the Limits of the Sky, whose reflection is the mirror of heaven,
whose body ornaments the Two Lands with turquoise.
I am that shade, that light, that lamp, that mirror, that turquoise;
and I grow from the earth unencumbered by nightfall and unknown to sleep.
I am a star on your crest of the sacred sky,
and it is you as the keeper of stars who comes for me.

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The Heron Wears Your Mantle

The Heron Wears Your Mantle

The east is your sycamore dappled with beams of turquoise;
a shrine thrown open by the brilliant hands of the sky.
O Ra Lord of Light-rays whose pervasive cloud of myrrh heralds his feet,
the sky is your ba-soul when dawn sees your face as the mirror of heaven.

A western mountain stretches with its goddess to meet the vault;
her horns of fine gold catch your beams like a net of precious metal.
Her open thighs know you when your sandalwood incense rises;
the god-making fragrance is your ba-soul when you enter the wind as its lord.

The holy waters are your ateruw-flood bursting from earth’s cavern;
in secret your deft hand brings the river from which all life draws breath.
O Ra the Father of the First Occasion whose flood lives in every vessel,
the waters are your ba-soul as they break open the body of the earth.

A lotus has stolen the blue mantle of the sky where you bathe;
the east finds your sun-pool submerged in molten gold luster.
Your Mother the Sky extends her hands to upraise you from the torrent,
the hallowed shell of your wet body appearing as the iridescent beetle.

The lotus is your eastern throne on the tide of the morning pool;
a first beginning where flood’s loins reveal their dusky secrets.
O Ra, Khepri who divides the waters in darkness where they churn;
the lotus is your ba-soul when its gleam parts the river by dawn.

A mound emerges from the deep pushed by your feet of electrum;
how the void flees your brilliance when you glimmer as the sun-beetle.
Yours is the seed of mysteries from which the magic of the sky flowers;
in darkness your seed becomes the sun rolled through the nether waters.

The heron wears your mantle when he breaks the fragile sky;
his bill proclaims the first dawn shooting from your fist.
O Ra, Benu-bird of scintillating plumage as first light finds your feathers;
the heron is your ba-soul when your migration brightens the world.

A calf with lapis dapples strides between the sycamores at daybreak;
his eyes possess the all-seeing sun which climbs the sky as his father.
He carries the light of the earth on his back as you traverse the clouds;
two realms are yours by day and night with earth beneath your hooves.

The domains of east and west become your summit where you appear;
bright gold and malachite reveal your body kissed by cloud trappings.
O Ra, Lord of Manifestations to whom earth and sky pay homage;
creation is your ba-soul when your heart’s light opens the lonely waters.

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House of Deities / Bringers of the Sky

House of Deities

Bringers of the sky, open your hands for me;
I receive the Unwearying Stars from your grasp,
and the bolts of the eastern horizon slide back at my command.
I enter your portals with the savor of a god on my skin;
thus the bolts flee before my hand and the doors before my feet.

May your celestial eyes be in the company of my holdings;
your magic of the vault with its Imperishable Stars;
your speech which divides the abyss and upraises the earth;
your fragrance of myrrh which surrounds you in your forthcoming;
your terror on the western horizon which devours souls;
your standards of pure gold flashing in the east, higher than clouds;
your diadem of the Cobra-Goddess whose venom strikes the adversaries;
your Ram-Soul in the west, entering in as flesh and returning as spirit;
your radiant sycamore in whose boughs the Sky uplifts her son to his zenith;
your cavern beneath the waters of the sky, from which the earth flood rises;
your bau-souls traversing the two worlds, alighting on their terrestrial forms;
your two horizons of yesterday and tomorrow,
those Twin Lions who encompass time;
your mound of your beginning from which the Benu-bird of the sky took flight;
and all the secret things held to the breast of the waters on that First Occasion.

Bringers of the sky, open your eyes for me;
I receive the clear vision of the Wedjat Eye from your vertex,
and the door leaves of the sky give up their secrets for me.
My eyebrows are the Two Combatants, reconciled in their two powers;
the north and the south entwined before my feet of black and red.
I take up the undiminished sight of the two papyrus wands,
their Cobra-Goddesses taking residence in my hand of enchantments.
My seat is in the filling of the Wedjat Eye,
whose shade governs heaven in its undefeated time.
I enter your portals with the essence of lotus on my skin;
indistinguishable from a god, I suckle from your breast in the sky.

May your bodies within the hallows of the earth be in my sight line;
O Ptah, Tatenen, Lord to the Limits,
rising from the sky in possession of the flood;
I receive the lotus at your nostrils and its fragrance becomes me.
O Sokar, Lord of the Hidden Shrine, you who are upon your sand,
rising in the Henu-Ark as master of the subterranean cavern;
I receive the ascension of your lofty crown whose sun-disk becomes me.
O Ausir, Wennefer, the goodly ruler of the Two Banks,
rising from your lands as the eternal and everlasting;
I receive the green kernel of your body whose immutability becomes me.
O Wepwawet, Opener of the Ways, whose heavenly strides are immeasurable,
rising high upon your standard in the sky, the sacred portals at your feet;
I receive passage from your two ears through all the doors that become me.
O Anpu, He Who is Upon His Mountain, Lord of the Sacred Land,
rising from your mount as the forerunner of those in the west;
I receive the flame of the secret things from your flank which becomes me.
O Djehuty, Lord of the Divine Speech,
Master of Time whose eye encompasses the sky,
rising from the radiance of your silver disk as governor of what its light encircles;
I receive the whole portion of your time which becomes me.

Bringers of the sky, open your ways before me;
I receive the pathways of the Unwearying Stars from your brow,
and the Two Eyes of the Sun-God grant their cognizance to me.
I have traversed the Two Ways in the entourage of the Sun-folk,
whose shouts of acclamation rend the sky at Ra’s coming.
I am acclaimed together with Ra as the mirror of my countenance
shines over the starry vault;
the proclamations of those Imperishable Stars deafen the ears of time.
Time does not know me nor death hear mention of my name;
for I go up in the eastern sky as the light-body of a star,
and I rise up from the mouth of the west as a ba-soul of lofty reflection.

Bringers of the sky, I have entered your open mansion of millions of years;
I have received unconquerable life from your apex,
delivered by your hands called the Imperishable Stars.
The House of Deities has been opened for me;
the Secret Shrine has been opened for me;
the Sacred Mount has been opened for me;
the eastern horizon has been opened for me;
the western sky has been opened for me;
the Unwearying Stars have been opened for me;
the Wedjat Eye at its moment of filling has been opened for me;
the Entourage of Ra has been opened for me;
the Day-Ark in its rising has been opened for me;
the Night-Ark in its setting has been opened for me;
the Henu-Ark on its sledge has been opened for me;
the very circuits traversed by the eternally coursing sun
have been opened for me.

Bringers of the sky, look, see,
and behold my reflection in the mirror of the heavens!
I have received the Never-setting Stars from your grasp,
and my countenance is now indistinguishable from that of an eternal god.
I ascend, I glimmer, and I rise up to take my place in your House of Deities.

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When Sokar Lifts Me Up

When Sokar Lifts Mer

In the mysterious region where terror swims,
the Gods of twilight come to the hidden mound;
where the sky of nocturnal hours is torn,
its mount of the beginning surpassing the veil.

Who is this god rending the fabric of the midnight sky,
who enters the Secret Shrine effusing heavenly myrrh?
To speak His name is to order the vault with a shout;
His name of Sokar splitting the brow of the celestial below.

This is where the dead come wrapped in a shroud
to receive the earth at the Place of the Hauling;
where the Unwearying Stars ornament the roof of the Duat,
opening up for the footfall of their lord.

Here the Sun-God travels to receive His ba by night;
His ram-soul becoming the fruit of gold birthed by secret fire.
Whose flame is lighted in the sky to give the Sun his mantle?
To call the name of Sokar is to rend night’s stifling veil.

Sokar Lord of the Mysterious Region has claimed the western sky;
His double wings astride two banks where Ra in weakness comes.
The ba-soul of this Great God ascends at Sokar’s stellar call;
and this is where all sleeping souls rise when by night they fall.

I was given a shroud by the Goddess of Weaving;
Her weft of magic fell from the sky to clothe me in its light.
The Duat’s eyes can see me now ascending tightly bound;
but why should I need a clinging shroud when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a spear of heavenly metal by the two great hands of Ptah;
His craft beyond reproach has seeded the sky with constellations.
O Ptah Lord of the Sky whose spear defeats the serpent’s coils;
why should I need a spear when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a lotus by the Lion Son of Ra’s great flaming eye;
His perfume found me resting soundly on the western shore.
The petals in which the Sun is hidden revivified my senses;
but why should I need a lotus when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a collar of gold fashioned by the Sun’s rays dawning;
the east being filled with glittering praise from sky’s dazzling eye.
Ra Himself placed turquoise charms about my flaxen throat;
but why should I need a collar of gold when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a knot of red jasper to hang about my neck;
the magic savor of the Goddess Auset which drives the demons aground.
Circle me with your blood O Goddess and make my members strong;
but why should I need a knot of jasper when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a golden pillar to raise me from the earth;
its rungs like a ladder guided feet to abounding stars imperishable.
Constellations saw my ladder pierce the starry veil;
but why should I need a pillar of gold when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a heart of ruddy stone which glistens in the moon;
his luminous rays to fall in grace to guide me as a bird.
My heart could soar like that Benu-bird of Ra’s most glorious soul;
but why should I need a heart of stone when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a headrest of venerable metal which fell from the morning sky;
the magic of the world above to carry me to the Sun.
Sky’s potent curve could shield my head from harm above or below;
but why should I need a headrest in the clouds when Sokar lifts me up?

I was given a coffin of tamarisk wood in which my limbs could rest;
the lid was the vault of heaven’s mother clad in unwearying stars.
Her incomparable beauty sees the blushing stars falling;
why should I need a coffin in the sky when Sokar lifts me up?

O Sokar Lord of the Hidden Shrine whose watery region becomes you;
I give you praise whose voice strikes awe when it sounds in the Henu Barque!

Fists beat breasts in the sky when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The western mount trembles by night when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The eastern gap is further torn when you rise;
may I rise with you!
Your gold becomes the turquoise of the earth when you rise;
may I rise with you!
Your atef-crown stretches up through the clouds when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The blood of the rebel-serpent fills the sky when you rise;
may I rise with you!
West’s secret mound tears the Duat when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The anet-fish leads the waters when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The sparrowhawk of gold alights when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The horns of the orxy rut when you rise;
may I rise with you!
The Henu Barque cuts through the banks of stars when you rise;
may I rise with you!
All the bau-souls of the Sacred West rise when you rise;
may I rise with you!

O Lord who is upon your sand, radiant of face in the twilight hour,
your black mound finds me as a dweller upon the banks;
I come forth when your shouts call the Sun from his hallows,
when the east becomes your cleft of gold where the souls are reborn.

I was given the earth in the west and the sky in the east;
the mound where the Sun-God rests and the vault where His mirror shines.
How beautiful to taste black earth and smell the reborn sky;
but why should I need earth or sky when Sokar lifts me up.

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