Heart of Red Jasper Is Your Name

Heart of Red Jasper is Your Name

The Goddess Nuit brings you with her lips when she comes;
west’s mouth opens at twilight where your flashing star rises.
Your luminescence foretells the rising flank of the naked moon;
‘lips of lapis lazuli’ is your name at the moment of his ascension.

Djehuty declares you by the enchantment of his tongue;
you glide from his divine speech as a silver crescent’s boon.
What graces my mouth is the fullness of heaven’s eye;
‘tongue of silver’ is your name when his gleam strikes my lips.

The Goddess Auset binds you to me with her girdle;
she brings at her breast the sanguine knot of sky’s magic.
Seven knots surround your center on her seat of constant ardor;
‘heart of red jasper’ is your name where my breast keeps you.

Ausir the green raises you from his pasture when he comes;
sprouting seed weaves your field as the earth my feet travel.
How you rise by the flood the Good God urges from my loins;
‘thighs of malachite’ is your name as you spring from my hand.

The Goddess Hwt-Her shakes your sycamore of the sky;
with swaying hips she catches you between her western mounds.
My mirror leads lonely eyes up the trail of starry branches;
‘boughs of turquoise’ is your name on the morning heaven sways you.

Amun-Ra brings your cloud of myrrh when he comes;
I inhale the rising sun on my heart’s holy horizon.
The Lord of Thrones has placed you before his tree of myrrh;
‘god-making fragrance’ is your name when your breath leads the sky.

The Goddess Muwt fulfills your soul when her lake swells;
she navigates with the roar of your name by moonlight on her waters.
I am there to drink your zeal as thunder tears the sky;
‘traveler of splendor’ is your name when you sail my lightning skin.

Khonsu-Neferhotep brings your shade when he comes;
an open lotus meets the eyes of the sky by daybreak’s blush.
How the east shares your body with the holy river’s mirror;
‘shadow of the Sun-God’ is your name by dawn and twilight.

The Goddess Sekhmet opens your eyes with her hands of might;
your sky becomes her brow of life where ceaseless flame is kindled.
I tread the horizon where I am led into that sight of power;
‘eye of flame’ is your name when your heart of jasper strikes me.

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Sacred Verses (29): In the Field of Offerings / the Gods Have Reared Upon Their Words

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Clothed in white, my spirit sails the new horizon
where memory has never been forgotten,
in the place where the face of the northern sky blushes with stars;
theirs are remembrances of the first words ever spoken,
heard now with my ears upon the gusts that celebrate the sunrise.
“You remember where you sailed from”, they whisper behind my damp ears,
“from that lofty sycamore of memory which stretched the womb of the sky;
she yawned for you with her mouth in the evening,
and took you in with her flood to ride the waters where the sun descends.
The sun is your companion, like memory, which rises and falls
throughout the ages; but the knowledge he imparts is the eternal becoming,
which governs all things the Gods have reared upon their words.

“Gods are this forthcoming with the sun,
imbibing his memories as beams of light,
then rearing them as language in the turquoise boughs of the sycamore.
Her branches are the ages and her leaves every name ever spoken;
yours are reckoned with their malachite and green of jasper,
their turquoise of the sky whose constellations spell out your knowledge.
You have heard this knowledge where you sailed from,
the thighs of your Mother in the east, which bestowed you your beginning.
Listen to your mother who resides in the east,
for hers are the lips that know the memories of the sun
in his millions of circuits through her womb;
she who has counted them and knows their vast enchantments.
How many circuits and how many cycles has your spirit reckoned?
Look to the stars traversing their river in the sky,
in whose sacred depths the words of memory remain forever”.

I take my oar in hand across the waters;
their azure fills my eyes with the sky, my heart with the depths.
Gazing up to meet my Mother with fresh eyes and wet ears,
I inhale the savor of this Field of Reeds in which spirits paddle
the boats of yesterday and tomorrow.
Yesterday I was a sapling of that ancient sycamore,
with no more leaves than days stretching back behind me.
I did not know history or regret, nor the ages of my life
guided by the sun’s countless risings and settings;
these the courses of nature which remained a mystery
to my untested countenance.

Mother, take me to your holy shore from my boat of offerings;
let me offer what I bring to the sky who bore me,
feeding me her breast from which my names of many ages fell;
let me offer my feet to the earth who carried me,
giving me his roads and his fields of verdant memory;
let me offer my legs to the mountains who stood for me,
enduring my deeds as I traversed my name of history;
let me offer my knees to the trees who bent for me,
showing my body the ladder ascended by spirits;
let me offer my loins to the fields who gave me their seed,
sprouting for me the numberless beginnings of which we are made;
let me offer my manhood to the vault’s unwearying stars,
ascending for me as a map of my becoming in the twilight sky;
let me offer my navel to the sacred river who brought me,
quenching my ignorance with the flood of our ancient memory;
let me offer my breast to the south who nourished me,
bringing me the waters beneath which my memory was renewed;
let me offer my throat to the north who breathed me,
exhaling the divine language through which I live again;
let me offer my mouth to the west who took in my corpse,
weaving for me a pristine form from the net of indestructible stars;
let me offer my eyes to the east who beholds the reborn sun,
seeing my spirit come forth by dawn as a swallow of bright light;
let me offer my nostrils to the wind who brought me forward,
urging my bones to know their own strength against the tide;
let me offer my ears to the swallows who carry the voice of the Gods,
reminding my heart who truly gave its beating and its breath;
let me offer my brow to the peaks which pierce the veil of heaven,
bestowing my two eyes sight of the doors through which spirits fly;
let me offer the vessel of my heart to the Gods who comprise creation,
holding all the worlds in their tongues of sacred memory.

Mother, lead me to the waters of the sky where the stars never rest;
may they receive with their radiant hands my offerings,
my bones and my flesh clad in a pure mantle of light.
See my open palms raised to the starry vault above my brow,
and shine with your voice the knowledge of the open sky where I sail.
For I am your secret son born from the gap in the eastern sky,
and what I know is what throws wide open the doors of the portal of light.
I have seen by the renewed flame of the sun that heron of flashing plume,
whose crest has become my crest on the golden thighs of dawn;
his language is my language which bespeaks the Gods,
numberless as the unceasing stars in the midnight sky.
She is my sky and my Mother,
lifting me up by her flood to the place of my new beginning.

I take my oar in hand to the horizon where spirits rise as herons;
they alight for my outstretched arms on their Mound of our beginning.
Remove the earth from my well-traveled feet and give me my birth,
from this Mound where the flood retreated from the sun;
I come clothed in white to drink the ancient waters.
This is the treading-place of spirits on their celestial wings,
where I too have traveled in a boat sped by the arms of Mother Sky.
She yawned for me with her mouth in the morning,
opening her horizon to send me forth where the sun ascends.
The sun is my companion, like memory, which enters and departs
throughout my ages; but the knowledge he imparts is my eternal becoming,
which governs all my forms the Gods have reared upon their words.

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The Gods Sail With Me / Where Sky Becomes My Mother

Where Sky Becomes My Mother

I have remembered those waters of my first beginning,
sheltering the banks on either side where I travel;
before my mother, before my father, before my earth and sky,
this deluge from which the holy mound rose on the first day.
Darkness, shade, and the snares of nightfall cannot know me,
nor can my scent reach their ravenous nostrils;
they who know time, flesh, and the bones of living men,
who seek the company of earthbound spirits to bring them down.
But the Gods sail with me when I take to the celestial waterway,
their luminescence reaching out with hallowed arms before me;
no shade can stride farther than their reach of electrum brilliance.

I am in the entourage of that dazzling heron of the first dawn,
whose plumage bespeaks the light rays of the sun,
his bill of pure gold fresh with the perfume of the lotus.
His enchantments sail with me and upon my strong arms;
like those of a god of the First Occasion, whose voice recalls the sacred flood,
my words of power pierce the cloud banks and are heard by all spirits.
Great Heron is my name when I sail the nether waterways,
when my silver-white crest is read from a distance of millions of strides;
and the spirits say of me:

“Behold!  There is one who comes among us with the torch of a god;
his savor is essence of lotus, and his plume is the crest of the sacred heron.
His beaming face is the disk of the Sun-God,
whose electrum mirror knows the uppermost sky.
See how the shades and twilight spirits flee before his feet of sharp malachite,
which have traversed the hallows where Ra the great Ram-Soul is reborn.
Smell his essence of myrrh which goes before him,
predicting his rising from the corpse of the silent earth;
but silence does not become him,
and his tongue rends the sky with divine language.
The Gods sail with him when he takes to the celestial waterway”.

My words are the memory of that First Occasion which came before men,
rippling out across the opaque waters of our beginning.
Having heard the swallows in their primordial sky,
I repeated to my heart what the Sun-God spoke when he first opened his eyes:
I summon the body of the sky from the nether waters;
the sky is my mother who shall give me birth from her body of fine gold.
I summon my light-body from her belly to burn as one of the Imperishable Stars;
she is my mantle, and I am the flame that burns for her by day.
I summon my bones as a ladder reaching up to the arms of my starry mother;
she stretches out her arms of gold for me and takes me to her breast.
I summon my hair of lapis lazuli to glint upon her shoulders by night;
she takes my shining locks to her brow as sovereign of the upper regions.
I summon the silver crescent of twilight to embrace her holy thigh;
my mother of the sky receives her eventide mantle as light of horizons.
I summon the golden net of nightfall in which flicker the souls of stars;
her breasts and thighs glisten in her veil upon which the Gods reign.
I summon my two eyes from the cover of the shady waters;
she hallows my right eye as daylight and my left eye as evening’s guide.
I summon my nostrils as the essence of that first lotus upon the flood;
she takes my breath as her voice by which the repeating dawn is heralded.
I summon my two lips in darkness and open my mouth to the waters;
she opens her dappled thighs and fills the void with her waters of the nether sky.
I summon my two ears by the east and west-facing mountains;
she breaks open her horizons at the thundering voice of my light-body.
I summon the day and the night as the two horizons of my travels;
she swallows me at dusk to give me birth on the first morning of the sky.

These are the enchantments I heard from the swallows
when the first morning clothed the naked sky with his ruddy mantle;
my eyes peering out over the celestial waterway to receive its turquoise glare,
I beheld the mound of the earth ascending from the pristine flood.
Who held back the torrent for my ship to pass when the waters surged?
The Gods sailed with me in their breath of magical power,
coming forth by daylight as the language of the Sun-God’s names;
they hold his forms and his tongues in secret,
known only to the swallows who ascend with his unceasing rays.

Great and elder sun I call out your names
when water travels fast over the banks of my earth,
when come the floods of shadow that rend boats from their moorings.
I have remembered your language from which the Unwearying Stars rose;
their lights are my lights, and their rising is my rising in the florid sky.
O banks of the earth who hold corpses fast in their trappings,
you cannot hold me in your time or your decay,
for the Gods sail with me when I go forth by day into the nether waters;
they take me round the great mooring post in heaven,
where the indestructible stars shine with the fire of my names.

Darkness, shade, and shadows cannot find me where I glimmer,
nor the snares of water catch my lotus essence where it glides.
They who know only shade will never see me as I pass,
for the light I bear turns eyes away that cannot know their beginning.
The Gods sail with me when I take to the celestial waterway,
when these eyes of mine take to the horizons where sky becomes my mother.

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Sacred Verses (27): The Gods Drink Their Image

The Gods Drink Their Image

I go in carrying my corpse in my hands;
all that I have from my Mother of my many lives,
their fears and transgressions pecking like crows;
these my entourage from my many lives,
their black cloaks haunting my shade for all its deeds.
We carry with us the corpses of all our accomplishments,
and like sparrows they gossip our names to the sky.
Sky, hungry sky, swallowing my sun into the hallowed west;
you swallow my mortal flesh whole, and with it my deeds;
for the sky is our beginning and our end,
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

I go in carrying my fear on my naked bones;
does he know his name, his scent, his flavor;
all that he has from his Father of his many forms.
Once I was green and gold like a field of corn,
my lighthearted soul fluttering above me as the azure sky.
I knew laughing and drinking and lovemaking,
the gleaming mirror of the sun throbbing from my loins.
I knew the names of my light-spirits, swallows on the wind,
tittering with the sky in the language of the fresh earth;
their speech the ancient tongue of an earth and sky united.
I knew these words and this language in my heart,
which received the knowledge of memory from the swallows;
and they received it from the Sun-God,
whose lotus breath knows our beginning and our end;
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

Where are my swallows now, who saw with their carnelian eyes
the rising of my sun on the fresh horizon of the east;
when I was still young, flawless, and green as the earth was green;
when I stood with my bare ankles in the flood,
my hands sifting the droplets of their beginning;
when my brow wore the diadem of the sun’s rosy light,
his rays playing over my wet breast and thighs;
when my shade traveled near me and knew innocence
as its companion,
before it played with snares and become entangled in nets;
when my eyes could see the future of their earth,
his Father below and his Mother above;
when the indomitable mountains appeared yielding
to the soft touch of the eyes, their peaks as lips to kiss;
when my mouth knew its first kiss and tasted its first lovemaking,
the flood sliding between my open thighs
to receive the power of the desirous sun;
when my passions knew only their beginning, never their end,
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

My light-spirits began as swallows as all spirits do;
they know from their birth the language of the rising sun.
They alight on the edge of the sky to hear the stars,
to catch their unwearying travels in the words their memory weaves.
This is the language of the swallows kept by the Sun-God,
whose beams traverse the four directions where swallows fly.
Their breasts and rosy faces have been kissed by the sun’s lips,
and their wings by the midnight sky, where their flights have ended.

If we spoke the language of swallows, we would hear how we began;
how the shade of our beginning was fashioned in the deep,
where the coils of serpents choked the first Mound of the earth;
how the Sun-God found his mirror alone in the surging darkness,
peering for the first time at his reflection of burnished gold;
how the loins of our first Father grew a sycamore on the Mound,
its boughs the bearers of his passions stretching from the abyss;
how the turquoise sky was upraised by the sycamore of the first dawn,
her body of gold becoming the Mother of the untiring stars;
how the light-spirits were born as swallows to perch near the elder sun,
their ears hearing his first words ring out into the burden of shadows;
how the bodies of the Gods were fashioned from the ancient elements,
their powers of gold and turquoise springing up from the first Mound;
these powers knowing their beginning, but never their end;
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

This is where we gathered our powers and our forms,
our lives reaching out before us like shoots of green in a void;
where we began as light-spirits untarnished by the shade of mortality.
This is how I began when I was still a child and could hear
the language of swallows carried on the wind.
They gave me the memories of the Gods in their first bodies,
which appeared upon the mirror of waters the beginning held.
Our beginning, our youth, our green souls were reflected with them;
many in number, they opened their wet ears to hear the song of those Gods,
being our gods and our voices, our language and our forms.
How those waters of the void fell from us, leaving our corpses awake;
how I held my swallows in my hands like the beatings of my own heart.
Have I now wings to travel like those hearts on blue-black wings,
to carry words of turquoise that sprout from stagnant shade?
Have I now wings that know their beginning, but never know their end;
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

I have gone in carrying my heart in my hands;
all that I have from my Mother of my many lives,
and all my Father gave me from his loins clothed in shade.
All my transgressions perch on my heart’s shoulders
like those swallows on sky’s edge;
she recalls their exploits as they recall my deeds,
and as the Sun-God knows his language from beginning’s form.
My youth has slumbered within my bones, my greenest hours faded;
I come again into the breast of the sky to shed my earthly skin.

Sky, my fragile youth and my beginning,
the Mother of my light-spirit whose breathing lights the vault;
I drink you in as my lips swallow your starry breast,
your thighs beneath me open to receive the sun of my green loins.
May my image grow within you as a star of undying aura,
born again in the east on your horizon of ascending light;
this light that glitters by day in the company of ancient swallows,
reaching up into the turquoise veil with their lapis wings.

Earth, my heady passions and my forthcoming,
the Father of my flesh and bones whose breathing fills the sky;
I drink your seed in as my lips swallow your inundation,
your skin on my skin bestowing me your savor.
May my flesh and bones be received by your hallows
to charge the cavern of beginnings;
where our Ancestors meet to receive their light-spirits
after travels through the memory of time.
Let me travel with them and hear their memories,
to become a swallow of the sky and air;
these qualities that know their beginning, but never their end;
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

I go in carrying my peace on sun-clad bones;
he knows his names, his youth, his beginning;
all that he has from his Father of his many forms.
He has drunk from his Mother’s sky of many lifetimes,
reckoning his past and his many transgressions.
But fear is unknown to him when he passes over
into the house of the midnight sky;
for he has tasted the waters of our beginning,
where all that once was has received the untarnished flood.
His reflection is the green and gold of the untouched Gods,
these qualities knowing their beginning, never their end;
and the Gods drink their image when it comes back to them.

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Sacred Verses (24): Where the Sun Finds His Sanctuary

Where the Sun Finds His Sanctuary

I depart from the doorways of this world
without consolation of the things I have known.
A stranger in my own flesh; do I own my flesh?
A stranger beneath the sky; am I beneath my sky?
A stranger to the breath in my lungs; is there breath in my lungs?
A stranger to the beating of my heart; is that the beating of my heart;
or am I now a corpse in that place they call the hallowed west,
where the Sun-God comes in his old age to meet the mouth of His Mother?

Mother, I remember your body from before the day I was born.
It was your lake I swam in, nourished by the flood of my beginning.
What you passed to me was the wet breath of my mortality,
the language of clinging to my body of the earth before I knew earth;
but I knew my fingers, my toes, my mouth, and my beating heart.
It was your heart I heard in my flooded ears; swimming in the drum
through nine moons beating.

Mother, I remember the taste of your milk in my mouth,
your breasts of the sky feeding my lips constellations;
how the Unwearying Stars traverse the roof of my mouth,
as they traverse the sky from dawn until dusk.
It was your milk that gave me the stars of the midnight hour;
these passing down to me the memory of our first beginning
when we traveled the canals of the waters above.

Mother, you are my waters and you are my flood;
carry me in your breast and between your golden thighs.
Mother, you are the secret cavern where I will be reborn;
call me to your cleft of the Gods where I will become a god.
Mother, yours is the mouth in which the sun is swallowed;
take me in your lips of sunset where I will shine as nether sky’s mirror.

Mistress of the Sky, Mansion of Heaven, the Lady of Gold
whose starry belly reckons the years of gods and men;
I cannot be a stranger when I come to your dusky flank,
for my face glitters in the shadows like the Sun-God’s reflection;
I being the child of your sky, the seed of your holy cavern,
the very memory of your celestial form.

When I go in by night I shine as one of those Imperishable Stars;
your body my ladder and your hands my enchantments;
but when I come out, I go forth by day as the light of the eastern horizon;
your flood my beginning and your birth pangs my heart’s revival.
O Mother, be the sky stretched above my brow of gold,
and let your two arms clear a passage for me through the waters on high!
Shout for me, lift me up on the curve of your glittering thighs of metal,
and pronounce my name as a sacred star to dazzle on your horizon.

House of the Gods, Residence of the Hawk, Sanctuary of the Sun
in which the bodies of the living Gods are fashioned forever;
you cannot remain a secret from my two eyes when they find you,
for my eyes are the mirrors of the sky birthed from your keep;
my right eye opened by day as the sovereign of the turquoise east;
my left eye opened by night as the sovereign of the lapis west.
It is my eyes that know gold and master lapis lazuli,
and my body that sprouts turquoise as the beams of the afternoon sun.

Gods of the western horizon, hear my footsteps and remember my form,
born from the same Mother who gave you birth;
my body spreading the savor of the nether sky before me;
the sheen of my skin inherited from the flesh of the Sun-God;
the iridescence of my flank being that of the sacred beetle;
my loins possessing the flood that came forth from the beginning;
carrying between my thighs the Mound where the Great Ba-Soul rose;
my brow being the vertex of the Lord to the Limits;
the crown of my head being the horizon of the Cobra-Goddess;
and all of these forms of mine being the very members of the Gods.

I enter the doorways of the west in the company of the stars,
going before me to proclaim my names to the eternal sky;
and I too am eternal in the body of the heavens where I am born.
This is my breath you hear, O Gods;
it expands the lungs of the Cobra-Goddess!
This is my heart that beats, O Gods;
it rends the horizons of the vault at my forthcoming!
These are my eyes you see, O Gods;
they open up the east and the west with their wholesome gaze!
These are my nostrils you inhale, O Gods;
they approach with the northern wind as their gale!
These are my two lips that speak, O Gods;
their language fills your ears as the Sun-God’s command!
These are my powers you recognize, O Gods;
they precede me in the darkness of the nether vault,
becoming my entourage when I cross the threshold of the hallowed west!

You know my whisper, my breath, and the beating of my heart;
you feel my fingers, my toes, and the skin I had from my Mother;
for she is your Mother, too, and her skin is upon your very bones this day!

I depart from the doorways of this world
carrying the consolation of things known only to the Gods.
A master of my own flesh; my flesh is the language of the hallowed.
A master above the sky; my sky is the sanctuary of the sun.
A master of the breath in my lungs; my breath contains the words of deities.
A master of the beating of my heart; my heartbeat sounds the memory
of the Gods from the ancient beginning;
for I am I now a body of radiant light in that place they call the hallowed west,
where the Sun-God comes in his old age to meet the mouth of His Mother.

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Lady of the Mansion: The Oracle of Nebet-Hut

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The Milieu: The crown of Heaven is the luminescence of stars, which provide the only light on this, the night of the New Moon upon which the Gods attend the healing of the Wedjat Eye. The tender Eye, the bleary Eye…lost, now found, but found to be weary from its pilgrimage South, where the waters of the Flood have their tender beginnings. It is a turbulent world in which to be born, and yet the Goddess Nuit parts Her golden thighs and gives rebirth to the glittering shell of the infant Sun-God.

Before this miracle all is deathly still, the Gods and humankind hide their faces, and the silver Stars wear a cloak of timid light. The Two Banks dare not show their zeal for the Moon’s renewal, nor shout for the return of the Sun-God, the flesh of the Ram…now enshrined in the writhing body of the time-devouring serpent Mehen.

Where is Heaven, and where is Earth, when you are one of the Blessed Dead, bound in the trappings of the Goddess Tayet, Who weaves, weaves, weaves…Who brings back the lost forms of those ensnared by death, Whose delicate hands recall the bodies of the Gods and brings deification to kings. Let me be among those whose forms are renewed, whose bodies become light and join the radiance of the Imperishable Stars!

Where is the Goddess Auset (Isis) on this night of healing the Wedjat Eye? For is not the Wedjat Eye none other than the body of Her beloved Ausir, the Beautiful God, Who traversed the Duwat and returned to Her as the Awakened One? Within Her embrace He becomes the seed-bearing God, enthused with love, animated by Her passion and filled with desire. It is this desire that bursts the Two Banks in the form of the Holy River…raging from dark South to red North…bringing together the reed and the lotus-lily.

And this is the Mystery of Becoming, which fills the House of Auset and causes the Netjeru to rejoice, for the gift which She brings forth is the Sun, the Celestial Falcon, Whose light-body is the Ka of His Father and Whose Eye is the reconciliation of the Two Banks…one dark, the other vibrantly light. And this is the crucible of the Wedjat Eye, which seals darkness in light and brings the Heavenly Vault together with the fructifying Earth.

O Nebet-Hut, O Nephthys! You are the Lady of the Mansion of Heaven, wherein doth shine the majesty of the Falcon-Bodied One, wherein is bestowed the luminescence of the Sun-God, wherein is forged the Whole, perfect and unsullied Eye of the Green One. O Nebet-Hut, O Goddess, the body of the resilient Stars, upon Whose face is the veil of the Sacred West! Let me follow in Your footsteps and traverse the dark banks onto the Eastern shore. Let me know light again, and follow the path of the stars in order to rejoin the Ark of beloved Ra!

I gaze up at the sky, now spattered with stars and suspended with the silver-dark orb of the Moon, awaiting its rebirth at the time of the Six Day Feast. Lost has been the body of Ausir, Whose light had been diminished and Whose rule shattered by the ascendancy of Set. All created things perish. All forms dissipate. What is young grows old. But come again, O life, for the Ka is eternal, and its presence indestructible. When one unites with one’s Ka is immortality assured, and death but an inconvenience that falls away like the dew of early morning.

The Offering: My body is clad in pure white linen, for white is the color of the Gods, and linen is the fabric which the Goddess Tayet wove for Ausir (Osiris) when He became Wen-Nefer, the Perfect One. The weaving of Tayet has created the form of the Perfect One, the cocoon in which the Sleeping One awakes into His new life, having passed through the transformations of Ra in that dark house they call the Duwat.

My mouth has been rinsed with natron-salt, for natron is the substance of miracles, purifying the flesh, curing ills, and forming the Wedjat Eye upon which the Gods sup. The lacerations of Ausir were healed by the divine salt, putting His flesh back together again, as even the Wedjat Eye was put back together again after it had been wounded. Tonight the Wedjat Eye is darkened after its manifestation of fullness, and the Great Magician Djehuty (Thoth) waits patiently in the shadows, from where He shall coax the light of the Wedjat Eye to come forth again.

I place pellets of the finest myrrh on the fire, carrying my heart in my hand into the Presences of the Gods. The Netjeru receive all things good and pure, and give all things good and pure. I kiss the Earth in the Presences of the Gods, and I salute my Goddess, the Lady of the House, Nebet-Hut (Nephthys), Who stands at the head of the coffin of Ausir. She receives the smoke, She receives the myrrh, it’s heady fragrance cascading like a veil over Her perfect form.

I say: Homage to You, O Nebet-Hut, at the forehead of the Perfect One, Whose lips kiss the brow of Wen-Nefer, Whose shining locks weave the Magic of Becoming, Whose tears bring back the dead and grant the boon of everlasting life, Whose darkness clothes the naked, Whose light follows after the Great Goddess Auset, guiding the weary traveler to that perfect place of mooring like the hallowed Ark of Ra in the West!

How beautiful You are to see, and how satisfying You are to gaze upon! How beautiful to see Your flame. Welcome! You awake in peace, O Lady of the House, and the incense upon the flame is in peace. You awaken in peace, O Companion of the Perfect One! The flame of the incense is in peace, and You awaken in peace. The White Eye of Heru (Horus) is in peace, and Your countenance is provided with the god-making fragrance diffused therefrom. The incense-flame of the Eye of Heru is with You, O Goddess!

My Goddess comes forth from the West, where She is the companion of the Lord of Amentet. Though Her limbs are dark as the haze of incense smoke surrounding Her, She is clothed in dazzling white linen, with a white and red kerchief tied about Her hair, and the golden Goddess Wadjet flaring up from Her noble brow. Essence of lotus floats about Her, and Her swarthy face is as the countenance of the New Moon…a silver light falling away from its smooth edges, casting a magic lamp over all in its path. Soft are Her words, yet trailed by authority, for She is the Sister of Auset and the secret companion of Ausir…from Whose loins She gathered up a son in secret. He too comes, and the night air is suffused with their power.

The Oracle:  These are the words of the Goddess Nebet-Hut: I come from water, and yet the water from which I emerge is the Water of the Sky, where Ra in the East plunges His beetle feet, where Ptah the Father and Mother of the Gods awoke to find that in His heart existed everything that has come into existence. Lo! I am the dark body of the vault at midnight, where the ram-flesh of Ra has His battle with the serpent-demon, where the Stars go to rest but come again…where Shu and Tefnut are born and where Sokar resides in the Cavern of the Duwat.

I have embraced Ausir in secret in order to bring into being His first and secret Son, Who is in His Wrappings, from Whom the ways are opened and men go forth to their Kas. I followed after the Entourage of Ausir, and when my Lord was intoxicated with power I sought Him and loved Him, and from the passion of His body I drew forth seed…and it was from this seed that I created a child to be the living image of His Father.

Behold, I am the vessel of eternal life, for the Son Who came forth from my womb is the Lord of the Mysteries, Whose feet traverse all the secrets and upon Whom the God Djehuty has bestowed the secret knowledge. Thus they call Him, “Opener of Ways”, and it is known that He is my son…but He is also the Son of Ausir, Who passed away and yet came back to life as a man filled with the seed of god-making. And it was from His holy seed that a god came into being, the Lord of all the Mysteries, the Keeper of the Sacred West’s Portal.

Come now into my embrace, for, like Ausir, I shall lay upon you as the Great Kite, and cause you to join with your Ka, the carrier of the life beyond life…that life they call the Hallowed West. Thus did I lay upon the body of my Beloved, and cause Him to deliver His own eternal form into me, and they called Him “Binder”. And it is known that I am Mother of the Mysteries and Lady of the Secret House, Whose words are written in the vault of the night sky, when Ra the Lord of the Sky mounts the hidden path of the West and journeys down into the mouth of His mother.

Come, come again…all that has passed away shall return, and all that has perished shall be renewed in their Kas, which are the hidden fire of quickening to the one who has gone down into the hidden West. Awake, awaken…O you who have slumbered! Release yourself from your trappings and join the face of the Sun in its glory, Heru-Akhuty, Whose face glimmers like turquoise and Whose sunbeams shine like gold. Those in the Sacred West receive you, the thighs of Nuit welcome you. A glittering net of gold is cast upon the waters to bind your enemies, and I have removed your obstacles for you!

My daughters…all my daughters, listen to me! I was with my sister Auset on the riverbank at the place called ‘Life of the Two Lands’, where stood the Mansion of the Soul of Ptah, and this was the place where entered my beloved Ausir into the House of Sokar. In the midst of the waters the body of Ausir was drowned, the Great One upon His side…falling…fallling down into the darkness of the cavern. And Heru the Elder gave a great cry, and Auset the Great Enchantress gave a great cry…for Ausir our beloved was drowned in His waters!

Thus I said to Ausir, “We come, we come and we take You! We embrace your limbs, and shroud your body with the Magic of Tayet…She weaves for You the Heqa of Becoming…She weaves about You the shining locks of Your Twin Sisters…a net of Stars, Imperishable! A ladder to the Sky, Whose doors are thrown wide open for You! If You sleep, I am the one who will awaken You! If You are in darkness, I am the one who will become Your light! If You are thirsty, I am the one who shall offer You the milk of my breast! If You suffer…if You are wounded…if your two eyes become bleary…it is I who shall heal your wounds and bring back together the members of yours that have been divided. You come into being again! You come forth by day again! You emerge into the light again! I am your lover, and within my body shall your seed spring forth from the green Earth again!”

My sons…all my sons, listen to me! I embraced my brother Ausir in secret, His love swelling in my thighs and His seed holding fast in my womb. I set myself upon His loins like a great winged kite, and worked the secret of Becoming. I gathered together my Magic, nourished Heqa, and it was from this miracle that the ‘One Who Sits Upon His Mount’ came forth into the land of the living. Anpu (Anubis), You are the image of your Father Wen-Nefer, the Great God, the King of Eternity and Lord of Everlasting…the God who passes millions of years in His lifetime…King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Ruler of Rulers, the Lord of the Sacred Land! You are the hidden flame in the West, Whose burning sets at rest the violent ones…Whose Magic placates the wicked and forbids the demons from encroaching the Land of the Just.

Those who call upon You are saved from the trials of the Duat…they are not buried in darkness, nor do they know the second death. You have come from the Mount of the West shining like a newly born Star…falling to Earth like the iron of heaven…Your power is secreted within the Earth, yet mirrored in heaven at the time when Nuit swallows the body of Her own father!

My children…all my children…the Children of Geb and Nuit, listen to me! I am Nebet-Hut, Whose arms enfold you, Whose wings encircle you…Whose powers enliven your members with the fluid of life. I breathe the sacred breath that held the Heavens and the Earth fast in the beginning, from which the Gods came forth into being…from which all creeping creatures came into existence. I am one of the Imperishable Stars woven throughout the body of Nuit, casting my light eternally upon the living…eternally living as the light of the Blessed Dead. As I took the sleeping form of Ausir into my embrace, encircling Him with the Heqa of a God…so shall I embrace and encircle you…so shall I weave about you the power of a Netjer…the Heqa of living gods, which shall cast forever away the presence of death…which shall reawaken the sleeping and nourish the destitute. For I shall not suffer you to languish in the Land of the Dead forever…and the barren Earth shall spring forth green with His first fruits…the Magic of the First Occasion!

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