#Tutankhaten

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The 'Golden Throne' of Tutankhamun

The luxurious armchair is distinguished by the complexity of its technique and an abundance of details.

Its colors have not faded over three thousand years, which serves as a testament to the high skill of the ancient Egyptian craftsmen.

The royal throne is made of wood, covered with gold and silver. It is ornamented with semi-precious stones and colored glass.

Two projecting lions’ heads protect the seat of the throne while the arms take the form of winged uraei or rearing cobras wearing the double crown of Egypt and guarding the cartouche names of the king.

The throne is called (Ist) in Egyptian hieroglyphs after the name of the mother goddess Isis, who was usually depicted bearing a throne on her head as her characteristic emblem.

The golden throne was discovered in 1922 by the British archaeologist Howard Carter (1874-1939).

It was found beneath a hippopotamus funerary bed in the antechamber of the Tomb of Tutankhamun (1341-1323 BC), New Kingdom, late 18th Dynasty; Valley of the Kings, Luxor, Egypt.

The throne was meant not only the link between the worlds of Gods and the people, but also majesty, stability, safety, and balance.

Since kings were considered Gods on earth, it may not be difficult to imagine Tutankhamun imposing his divine will over the rest of mortals while sitting on this golden throne.

On the back of the throne, it depicts Queen Ankhesenamun holds a salve-cup and spreads perfumed oil on her husband’s collar in a typical Amarna style scene; sun disc Aten shines above royal couple.

At the time it was made, their names were Tutankhaten and Ankhespaaten.

The scene shows one of the most famous and intimate scenes in art history: the young king appears sitting and being regaled with an ointment by his wife Ankhesenamun.

The king wears a composite crown and a broad collar, while the queen wears a diadem.

The bodies and wigs of both of them are inlaid with exquisite colored glass and their linen robes are silver.

📍: Egyptian Museum, Cairo

🎥: © unlimitedluxor / IG

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One of Tutankhamun's thrones.

Its top edge is lines with images of the protective cobra goddess, Wadjet, with the sun on her brow. Beneath her, the goddess, Nekhbet, another protective deity, is shown in the form of a vulture with wings outspread. She is flanked by cartouches, in which are written the king's names - his birth name, Tutankhaten, and throne name, Nebkheperura.

The two goddesses are also personifications of Upper and Lower Egypt. Their significance is compounded by the symbol of the unity of the Two Lands (Egypt), which is carved between the thrones legs. Unfortunately half of it has been broken away, but it would have extended across the base of the throne.

The throne, in its entirety, emphasises the unity of Egypt, and the idea of a king ruling over an ordered land without conflict.

[panafrocore]

The Story of Tutankhamun - The African Boy King

Tutankhamun, originally named Tutankhaten or Tutankhuaten, emerged onto the stage of ancient Egyptian history during a period of dramatic religious and political upheaval. Born during the reign of Akhenaten, the ruler synonymous with the religious revolution known as Atenism, Tutankhamun’s ascent to the throne marked a pivotal moment in the story of Egypt’s Eighteenth Dynasty. Akhenaten’s reign…

[thewestern]

Chapter 12.5

Now when he was a young man,

He never thought he'd see

People stand in line to see the boy king.

It’s true that as pharaohs go, Tutankhamon wasn’t really all that memorable. Not in terms of his achievements. Nor was he infamous for some or other empirical blunder. He was just a kid. Nine years old when he ascended the throne. Dead at nineteen. Perhaps then the Boy King captured the childlike imagination inside of us all.  

Or rather it was his toys. Because the real reason you and I know Tutankhamon was his tomb, and more specifically, all the wonderful things contained within it. Lucky for us, the entrance to his tomb had been obstructed by rubble and debris — likely the handiwork of some fly-by-night ancient Egyptian contractors in the course of their renovation of a neighboring tomb unit in the Valley of Kings (KV). As a result of his being hermetically sealed away as such, like in a storage unit, all of his royal stuff was preserved in near-mint condition. Likewise, the many looters who had plundered nearly every other crypt of note couldn’t get their grubby grave-robbing mitts on it. So that when KV62 was finally discovered, largely intact, in the early Nineteen Twenties, the public could be spellbound by the opulence of these his burial goods. Among the artifacts, a great many of them gilded, there was an iron dagger, rare for the Bronze Age, revealed by X-ray fluorescence to likely have been fashioned from a meteorite. Hell yeah. As well as there were luxury chariots, designer sandals, linens of ancient Egyptian cotton and of course his iconic funerary mask, forged of solid gold, baby. Those and hundreds of other treasures were buried there for what was supposed to be all-time with his diminutive teenage mummy. For he was a sickly boy king. And like Russian nesting dolls, laid alongside his there were a pair of sarcophagi which were tinier still, whose occupants were later proven by DNA analysis to be his daughters, probably stillborns.

(King Tut) How'd you get so funky?

(Funky Tut) Did you do the monkey?   

The media frenzy resulting from the find was unprecedented in the history of Egyptology. Newspapermen from all over the world reported breathlessly as contents were extracted from the tomb and catalogued somewhat haphazardly by the attending archeologists. Their readers simply had to know … What would they dig up next?

They had hit paydirt. Tutankhamon had arisen from his tomb, a popular cultural phenomenon reincarnate. Before there was Beatlemania, there was Tutmania. That was seriously the suffix by which they called his ascent to fame. Three thousand years posthumously, King Tut — as he was so affectionately nicknamed — had achieved -mania Mode. (Other previous and subsequent -manias include: Tulip Mania, a period during the Dutch Golden Age when the speculative price of tulip bulbs reached exceptionally high levels before collapsing dramatically, and Beanie Mania, a period during the American Golden Age wherein the same thing happened with plush toys stuffed with plastic pellets. Also Billy’s favorite -mania, Wrestle, which remains ongoing.) 

They composed big band songs about him on Tin Pan Alley. Cast him a leading man of the silent film era. Women flocked to department stores to purchase household goods, some modeled faithfully after the primeval appliances, others crudely appropriated of their exotic-sounding names and likenesses. 

You can bet your sweet ass that Big Museum cashed in too. Exhibited over the decades from Tokyo to Toledo, Ohio, London to New Orleans, Louisiana, Paris to St. Petersburg (Russia, not Florida), King Tut’s treasures became arguably the most well-traveled relics in history.    

Born in Arizona,

Moved to Babylonia (King Tut).

In the Fall of Seventy-eight, KT — or more specifically a life-size replica of his mummy — was subletting an unfurnished wing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, the last scheduled stop on his three-year North American Tour. By that time his shit was hot, having already been cargo-shipped around the world and back again. Circumnavigations that included a visit to the former Soviet Union, which at the time harboured considerably friendlier relations with the Egyptian government than its Cold War combatants. As you may imagine, this constituted a great embarrassment to these United States. So much so, that following Secretary of State Henry Kissinger’s deft diplomatic interventions during the Yom Kippur War, President Nixon immediately cashed in the resultant political capital, boarded Air Force One to Alexandria and personally appealed to his counterpart Anwar Sadat to please, let his people look upon these magnificent things. Sadat relented, and years later, while Tut was lying in state at the Met, Sadat was himself stateside at Camp David, signing the as-titled Accords with Israeli PM Menachem Begin.

On that very same day that President Jimmy was brokering Middle East Peace  (okay … two things that Hayseed got right, Hank would have begrudglingly allowed), meanwhilst untold thousands of tourists were descending upon the Upper West Side like locusts with fanny packs, there was An American Band — nay, The American Band — kicking off a three-night run at the New Sound & Light Theater just outside Cairo, which from Tutankhamon’s down valley resting place was about the same length-drive from New York to D.C., albeit along the banks of the Nile, a Hell of a long way from the Hudson or the Potomac. The Grateful Dead gigging Giza and the Great Pyramid was mostly Phil’s project. Go figure. Like they had recently been to Stonehenge or something and he was on this kick about them playing Places of Power. The pyramids are like the obvious number one choice, he said, because no matter what anyone thinks they might be, there is definitely some kind of mojo about the pyramids. Fucking-a. But on the other hand, show me a place of power and I’ll show you one of suffering, someone might could have informed him. Live From Chornobyl. Europe 72 AD (recorded at the newly constructed Colosseum). At Folsom Prison. 

(Plattsburgh Air Force Base? Big Cypress?)  

Whatever. Hank wasn’t there if you were wondering. They’re weren’t hardly any capital-f Fans in the audience. Mostly members of The extedned Family. You know, usual suspects: Mountain Girl, Kesey, Ram Rod, Bill Graham, Bear, Portland Trailblazers’ center Bill Walton, Big Steve. As for local party crashers, the nearly blindingly nearsighted Lesh claimed to have caught out of the corner of his soda bottle-bespectacled eye some shadowy figures gathered on the crowd’s outskirts, swaying rhythmically in dark flowing robes. Somehow it was later backchanneled to him that these were Bedouin, the nomadic horsemen of the desert, and that they’d been drawn in by the lights and the music, falling on and echoing off the eroded profile of the mighty Sphinx. 

Hank did attend one of the shows they put on back home to help offset the cost of hauling all their crew and equipment, all the way to fucking Egypt. (Whereas aformentionedly he heard the debut rendition of Shakedown Street, the title track of the forthcoming studio album.) This had not been a treasure-hunting or even profit-seeking Arabian adventure. What meager proceed there was had been donated to the Antiquities Society. (It belongs in a museum!)

Hank had however seen the Tutankhamun traveling road show when it stopped through his town. Fucking everybody went. Even the Grateful Dead! The band members had been, in a way, so resurrected by their experience in Egypt, that they couldn’t hardly wait to visit the blockbuster exhibit for themselves. Conveniently its final destination was right down the street, at the M. H. de Young Memorial Museum in Golden Gate Park. (The U.S. tour had originally been announced without any San Francisco dates. Area Tutheads bombarded the Mayor’s office demanding that he wield the fullest extent of his executive power to Bring Tut To The Bay. de Young Museum trustees flew to Cairo shortly thereafter to negotiate the terms of his visit.) Let the good times roll!

By all accounts, Jerry had especially high expectations for Egypt. They were going to harness the power of that ancient place and levitate the pyramids, he was purported to have said. Of course, Abbie Hoffman and the yippies had attempted that same metaphysical feat on the Pentagon in the decade prior, granted the geometric parameters were incongruent. They were ten years on from the Summer of Love. Garcia had since forsaken the world-expanding properties of LSD in favor of heroin, which as we know constricts time and space down to a much more manageable plane. Although now the walls of his tomb were closing in on him. Maybe that’s what he felt that day at the museum. That the existential jet lag had set in, and the big trip was really over for good this time. All that was left was the sand in his pockets and all these souvenirs. 

Alas, the show must go on. Record company’s on line one. We got a studio album to cut. One of the lest-remembered tracks on Shakedown St. is its finale: If I Had The World To Give. As a fairly straight-ahead love song, it’s sort of an outlier in the Dead oeuvre, even for a Garcia-Hunter ballad. Okay, obviously, there’s TLEO, but isn’t that about love as a concept, conceptually, rather than the act of loving somebody? THEY love EACH OTHER. And it’s a warning. Their love is like a freight train, and boy they better take care it don’t run ‘em clean over. Easy for you to say, watching from the station.   

A true love song — it could be said — is about love in the first person. I love YOU. From my POV, where I stand astraddle these tracks, I can hear the whistle blowing, see the locomotive coming round the bend, smell the steam now as I feel the cattle guard sweep me off my fancy feet, launching me sky fucking high, to kingdom come. And, baby, I don’t care if I ever come down. Because even if I brought you back heaven and the moon and the shining stars above, you still wouldn’t love me back, would you? Don’t lie to me, baby. That’s alright. That’s just fine with me. Because I got something bigger and better. Don’t believe me? Wait till you hear this … (It could also be said that the best love songs are about romantic feeling unrequited. If he or she already loves you back, then really, what the hell are you strumming an acoustic guitar for, like an asshole? Wasting time which could be better spent screwing. That’s what.) This song that I sing to YOU, with these assembled here today as my witnesses: the acid heads and the speed freaks, the Jerry Side and the Phil Zone, the spinners and the tapers and the nomadic horsepeople. It is a divine force all too powerful and too pure for YOU and ME to keep locked away in this tomb of love. THEY have to know what WE have. It is something they can never understand but they can hear it so that they may feel an infinitesimal fraction of it for themselves. THAT is what all THIS is for. 

They only played it three times, all in that same Fall of Seventy-eight, the last of which rendition was performed in Cleveland, of all fucking places, arguably the third best city in Ohio (possibly fourth best, depending on your tolerance for the delicacy which is Skyline Chili), and undoubtedly a long fucking way from Cairo. (Famously, Cleveland is home to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The city lobbied for the right to host the Hall by citing that local disk jockey Alan Freed had coined the term, Rock And Roll. Additionally it pledged sixty-five million dollars in public money to fund the construction. The building was designed by hall of fame-architect I.M. Pei, who drew up the blueprints for many-a-museum, including the Louvre, which like its Clevelandish cousin, also prominently features a glass pyramid for its plaza facade.) November the Twentieth. By then they were a poorly fucking lot. Bobby was purportedly backstage puking his guts out for the better part of Set Two. Phil, for his part, was by his own accounting a fully-blown drunk in Seventy-eight. Kreutzmann had a cast on his hand, which he busted getting bucked off a goddamn camel. Speaking of the Grateful Dead and their Great Pyramid scheme, the Rocking the Cradle live album they had planned to release as a means to pay for this boondoggle in full had to be scrapped. So here they were, a half a million in the Red Sea, all on account of some crew member had gotten into a row with the piano tuner, who then tendered his resignation in protest. So Keith was off-key in addition to being offbeat. The latter owing to his accelerating abuse of cocaine, which does a number on one’s sense of time. Hard on a marriage too. So, of course, he and Donna were on the rocks. What else is new?

On top of all that bullshit, before the curtain fell, the band’d just been informed of an unspeakable tragedy that had occurred only two days previous. Leo Ryan, a U.S. congressman representing California’s fightin’ eleventh, where indeed all the band members resided (and some of them paid taxes), was gunned down on an airstrip in Guyana. Murdered by an outfit by the name of the Red Brigade on the order of its commanding officer Jim Jones, another erstwhile San Franciscan and embattled leader of the Peoples’ Temple, which had fled to South America to escape persecution for their fringe religious beliefs and raised this settlement that they called Jonestown. (Congressman Ryan had launched this fact-finding mission at the urging of the loved ones of the alleged cult members, many of whom were his constituents. Upon completing his investigation, he was prepared to report back that living conditions were indeed adequate and that, by his judgement, no one was being coerced to remain there against their wills.) Anticipating swift reprisal for this slaying of a sitting U.S. congressman, the Reverend called upon his flock. Rather than be themselves slaughtered by the capitalist pig forces which had been conspiring against them (among whom Jones cited the CIA, the FBI, the U.S. Postal Service and others), he beseechethed thee to commit an act of Revolutionary Suicide. In single file they lined up — men, women and children … alphabetically by height — to be served red plastic cups of grape Flavor-Aid, ladled from a large metal vat. In place of LSD, this fruity concoction had been laced with a cocktail of chemical agents that which notably included the compound commonly known as Cyanide. Small children died within five minutes. Less for babies. (Mothers were instructed to administer their own infants’ doses via syringe.) Adults took an agonizing twenty-to-thirty minutes to succumb. Just over nine hundred people died that day. All but one — Jones was found with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the left temple, his head cushioned by a pillow — died of the poisoning. The events at Jonestown constituted the greatest single loss of American civilian life in a deliberate act until the incidents of September the Eleventh.   

Maybe Jerry was thinking about that. Or, albeit less likely, he could have still been hung up on Ole King Tut, laid to rest beside his wife and half-sister Ankhesenamun, their two deadborn daughters — cherubs, elaborately embalmed — and all their fabulous worldly possessions, when he sang, presumably for the last time, these words: 

Well maybe I've got no star to spare, or anything fine or even rare,

Only if you let me be your world, could I ever give this world to you.

Could I ever give this world to you.

[whencyclopedia]

A Gallery of Tutankhamun & Family

Tutankhamun is easily the most famous Egyptian ruler in the world thanks to his nearly intact tomb discovered by Howard Carter in 1922 and the "mummy's curse" associated with the opening of that tomb. Although Tutankhamun was initially thought to have been a minor ruler, that opinion has changed, and he is now regarded in a more favorable light.

Tutankhamun (r. c. 1336 to c. 1327 BCE) was the son of Amenhotep IV (better known as Akhenaten) of the 18th Dynasty and his wife Nefertiti. He came to the throne at a young age and died soon after. His father had changed the religious paradigm of polytheism to a monotheistic worship of the god Aten, and the young prince was originally known as Tutankhaten ("living image of Aten") before he changed his name to Tutankhamun ("living image of Amun") when he discarded his father's new religion and returned Egypt to a worship of the old gods, including the popular Amun.

When the general Horemheb (r. 1320-1292 BCE) came to the throne, he tried to erase all evidence of Akhenaten and his family including, of course, Tutankhamun, claiming for himself the role of champion of the old gods and restorer of tradition. Tutankhamun's tomb was accidentally buried later by the workers building the tomb of Ramesses VI (r. 1145-1137 BCE) and was forgotten until its discovery by Carter.

The famous "mummy's curse" or "Curse of Tutankhamun" that became worldwide headlines in 1923 after the "mysterious" death of Carter's patron, Lord Carnarvon, was based on a misinterpretation of an inscription found in the tomb which was reported as reading "I will kill all of those who cross this threshold into the sacred precincts of the royal king who lives forever" but which actually read "I am the one who prevents the sand from blocking the secret chamber" – the "I" being the door. Howard Carter was aware the "curse" was fiction but never challenged it because it kept people away from the tomb, and he could work in peace without constant interruptions. The "curse" also scared people who had either smuggled artifacts out of Egypt illegally or purchased them on the black market into returning them or donating them to museums. There was nothing mysterious about the death of Carnarvon or anyone else associated with opening the tomb. Carter lived until 1939, and Carnarvon's daughter, who was present when the tomb was opened, lived until 1980.

This gallery presents some of the artifacts found in Tutankhamun's tomb as well as images of his parents, the famous image of the young king and his wife Ankhsenamun, and, of course, one of the best-known images associated with ancient Egypt: the golden death mask of Tutankhamun.

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[arctic-hands]

My dad tried blowing my mind last night with historical trivia facts like Shakespeare and Pocahontas were alive at the same time, MLK and Anne Frank were born in the same year, the last recorded wooly mammoths were around by the time the first Great Pyramid was being built, and that we're closer to Cleopatra in time than Cleopatra was to the building of said pyramids... and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I had also seen the historical graphic he had just seen on facebook... years ago. On tumblr.

But my father and I have, for all thirty years of my existence, always tried to one-up each other in random shit, so he had to read multiple large messages of how woefully inadequate I was in in knowledge of the long history of Ancient Egypt but I was fascinated by the twenty-year period of Atenism, when Pharoah Ankhenaton (Nerfertiti's husband and also potential father to Tutenkhamun–previous name: Tutankhaten) instituted a monotheistic sun-based religion and eventually shut down and persecuted the polytheistic temples and followers of the old pantheon but when he died he was so reviled by the people for this that he was pretty much obliterated from the records and this legacy was part of why Tutenkhamun was nearly forgotten too until the discovery of his tomb in the twenties, and it's disappointing that the only accessible non-academic books available on Atenism are one written by an egotistical archeological couple who parade around Egyptian sites posing in nineteen twenties garb and he was her professor when they started dating and she got her position at the same university because of him and he was eventually banned from the university for ten years because of this and the reviews for said book on how Ankhenaton and Nerfertiti as a "ancient power couple" said that the authors are totally projecting themselves on said power couple, and the other book was written by an actual nineteen twenties British Egyptologist and written in the style of such where the opinions of Sir White British Dude's opinion on the subject as irrefutable fact and is thus woefully useless as a source but I'm still looking for a good book about it to learn more and

At which point my father conceded that he had to google everything I had just said because he had no idea what the hell I was talking about and that I won this round

[mid0o]

TheGrand_Museum 🇪🇬 One of the wonderful chains of King Tutankhaten. He is sitting cross-legged and carrying the royal insignia in front of the Aten. It is one of his rare relics before he changed his name to Tutankhamun. The chain is braided with a miracle and a technique unknown until now 👀😍 The first to braid gold were the Egyptians, unfortunately. Today braiding is called Italian chain ♥️

[angelanatel]

Muitos governantes do Novo Reino tinham alguns títulos que incorporavam o touro. O nome pessoal original de TutAnkhAmun era TutAnkhAten ao nascer, mas ele o mudou mais tarde. Seu nome/título Horus era KaNakhtTutMesut, que significa "O Touro Forte, Agradável de Nascer". Dê uma olhada nos nomes dos governantes que o precederam e que também tinham nomes Horus com uma referência ao "touro". Além de TutAnkhAmun outros governantes que o precederam no Novo Reino podem também ter tido "touro" em um de seus títulos, mas levaria muito tempo para verificar todos eles. Novamente tudo isso é bom saber quando consideramos que Touro-El é uma Divindade semita nos textos ugaríticos e traz novamente à mente o versículo bíblico de Números 23,22 - "El os tira do Egito, ele tem a força de um boi selvagem (touro)". Estes títulos dos governantes keméticos poderiam ter tido alguma influência no uso semítico das referências de Bull? O primeiro governante desta lista é AmenHotep I, que nasceu aproximadamente em 1525 AEC. O forte conceito de touro figura nos títulos keméticos para governantes mesmo até a época do texto do Ciclo Baal (1300-1200 AEC) e a prática continua após esse período. Portanto, há definitivamente uma sobreposição e quando se acrescenta a isso o fato de que o Egito governou Canaã por mais de 200 anos após a campanha de Tutmose III em 1458 AEC, então não se pode dizer que a especulação sobre a influência seja de forma alguma rebuscada, porque temos evidências claras de que o Egito influenciou Canaã/Fenícia/Israel de muitas maneiras e também foi influenciado.

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[djeioarmana]

The bust of Nefertem was meant to liken Tutankhaten to the god himself. A reconstruction by the thekingsmonologue restored the face to the realistic Visage based on the true population

[blackrainbowblade]

Tutankhaten and Ankhesenpaaten beneath the Aten.

[brutish-impulse]

Action Log

Playing: Dipped into Plat-2 in SF6! I'm thinking about switching characters though. The point of playing Zangief was to try out a grappler, and deep down I may not have the grappler nature after all. I do like how silly he is though.

I finished Metroid Prime 3! Weird choice at the end to make you dump all your energy tanks. I think Metroid Prime was the best in the trilogy, and the one I'm most likely to replay. (Would be the third time actually, since I also played the remaster already.)

Still, the others are really close. I liked the switching between the light/shadow world in 2 and the Luminoth as a new alien species. Traveling with your ship between different landing zones in 3 felt a bit un-Metroid, but it had an unusual number of friendly NPCs which was an interesting change. Like, the Galactic Federation is just this lore thing in the other games, but here you get to meet them!

Listening: In the Egyptian History Podcast, I reached Tutankhamen, mostly known today for especially fancy grave goods. What I didn't know is that he had a club foot and a cleft palate.

He probably had some awkward conversations in the afterlife with his dad. His father named him Tutankhaten after Aten, the sun god which he worshiped exclusively. But then as pharaoh the kid changed his name to reference Amun, the god that his father tried to wipe out.

I listened to some MTG draft podcasts again and they mostly don't seem to like the new set, so I think I'll just keep sitting it out.

[effectivefortheaten]

Pharaoh, your young son Tutankhaten is SO handsome! He is going to be quite the lady-killer when he is older! Is he betrothed to anyone? I know of a beautiful Hittite girl who is looking for a king...

HAHA! YOUR FLATTERY IS PLEASING TO THE ATEN! HIS MARRIAGE HAS NOT YET BEEN CONSIDERED. WE WOULD LIKE TO FIND HIM A NICE GIRL TO KEEP HIM COMPANY WHEN HE RULES EGYPT AS MY CO-REGENT AS I AM CLEARLY GOING TO HAVE A VERY LONG AND BLESSED REIGN. PERHAPS ONE OF HIS SISTERS

[pastedpast]

Contains chapters on two subjects I’ve been reading about recently: the ancient Library at Alexandria, and the city of Akhetaten built by the Pharaoh Akhenaten.

Akhenaten was formerly known as Amenhotep IV until he broke away from the worship of Amun-Ra and the rest of Egypt's pantheon of gods and changed his name in reverence to an obscure sun god, 'the Aten'. He founded his new city  (Akhetaten means 'the horizon of the Aten') away from the capital Thebes and moved there with his wife Queen Nefertiti, their children, their court and thousands of workers (slaves? - check) who carried out the construction work and maintenance. However, the lifespan of the city was less than two decades. . Today the area is known as Amarna.

Akhenaten was succeeded by his son, Tutankhamun, whose original name contained the ‘Aten’ tag: Tutankhaten. His wife, who was also his half-sister, followed suit, changing her name to Ankhesenamun ("Her Life Is of Amun") . They abandoned their father’s new religion and returned to Thebes. Tutankhamun reburied his father's remains in the Valley of the Kings, which is where his own tomb and famed golden mask were discovered in 1922 by British archaeologist, Howard Carter.

ADD DATES.

[heroicallynude]

I'm reading Howard Carters journal from the famous Tutankhamun dig and i have to ask @ any egyptologist, what are you taught about him/the discovery and methods etc in class? Is he mentioned at all? And if so, is he like a supervillain or is he respected? Like I find his journal incredibly interesting but I also constantly wonder how he's being viewed now, in the egyptology field

[tyrellsimsoficeandfire]

Meet the characters…

[alexawayneart-blog]

Here is a drawing of King Tut. Drawn by yours truly. :)