#beloved of amun??????

[welcometoteyvat]

hey. hey what (sob emoji)

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beloved heart of yours

may you be protected

by the eternal fountain of regeneration

            may your spirit rise

                                collecting all the shadows to support the light

                           holy snake of wisdom

                         stand beside us

                      to find our missing piece :         our beloved one

       where ever who ever it might be       ·  · · · · protection · protection · protection

                                                    .

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                                               golden heart

                                 because there is always gold

                          inside the deep mud of our labyrinths

                            the past is gone · the future depends on who we want to be

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                                                      may we find the space 

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                      remember · 

                  forgive 

          · accept ·  

 may we bath in deep feelings of joyful      g r a t i t u d e 

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                   may we find our voice

                            and while keeping on

                                    sticking to it             . . .  the illusion of lightness

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               may we feel connected with the deepest knowledge of our intuition

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                   .                                  no more amun-ra

     .                             .                    more magic more possibilities 

                            .                       the decision is ours

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[blueiscoool]

Excavations at Queen Hatshepsut's Temple Reveal Elaborate Burials, Decorated Blocks and Ancient Tools

A number of new discoveries have been made near the mortuary temple of Queen Hatshepsut in Egypt.

Archaeologists working in Luxor, Egypt, recently made several discoveries in the area around Deir al-Bahari (also spelled Deir el-Bahari and Dayr al-Baḥrī), the famous mortuary temple built by Hatshepsut, a woman who ruled Egypt as a pharaoh.

The team found the temple's "foundation deposit" — objects that the ancient builders buried when they began construction of the temple. The artifacts found include an adze, a tool used to cut and shape wood; a wooden hammer; two chisels; a wooden cast model for making mud bricks; and two stones that contain Hatshepsut's cartouches, ovals with hieroglyphs that can represent a ruler's name, Zahi Hawass, a former head of Egypt's Ministry of Antiquities who is leading the excavation team.

The mortuary temple was known as Djeser Djeseru in ancient times, and the adze, hammer, cast model and one of the chisels have inscriptions saying "the good god Neb Maat Re, in the temple Djeser Djeseru, beloved by Amun," Hawass said. Amun was the chief god of Thebes, which is now Luxor. The words "Neb Maat Re" refer to the name and some of the titles of the sun god Re (also known as Ra).

The team also uncovered 1,500 colorful stone blocks that were part of Hatshepsut's valley temple, which was located near her mortuary temple. The valley temple would have been decorated with a variety of scenes, some of which can still be seen on the blocks.

Hatshepsut was a female pharaoh who reigned from about 1473 to 1458 B.C, during the 18th dynasty. She was the stepmother of Thutmose III, who at times served as co-ruler and succeeded her after her death. Hawass said the team found evidence that Thutmose III restored Hatshepsut's mortuary temple sometime after her death. After the death of Hatshepsut, some of her statues and inscriptions across Egypt were destroyed but, in this case, Thutmose III sought to restore her temple.

Other finds in Luxor

The excavation team made a number of other finds in Luxor, including a cemetery dating to the 17th dynasty (circa 1635 to 1550 B.C.), when parts of Egypt were controlled by a foreign people called the Hyksos. Within the cemetery, the team found coffins holding the remains of ancient Egyptians. While excavating the cemetery, the team also found the remains of bows and arrowheads — weapons that would have been used to fight the Hyksos, Hawass wrote in a statement on Facebook. It's possible that some of the cemetery guards took part in the fight against the Hyksos.

The team also found the tomb of Djehuty Mes, who was an overseer of the palace of Queen Tetisheri. There is some debate about which pharaoh she was married to, but Queen Tetisheri lived during the 17th dynasty and possibly into the early 18th dynasty. Inside the tomb, archaeologists discovered a limestone offering table, a limestone funerary stela (commemorative stone slab), and a cosmetics vessel made of alabaster and faience (glazed ceramic), Hawass said.

Aidan Dodson, an honorary professor of Egyptology at the University of Bristol in the U.K. who was not involved in the excavation, said, "For me, the most important is the discovery of the blocks from the valley temple of Hatshepsut." While "her main temple has been extensively excavated and studied since the mid-19th century," Dodson said, "the valley temple was only briefly examined by Howard Carter some 120 years ago."

Analysis of the team's discoveries is ongoing.

By Owen Jarus.

[talonabraxas]

Goddess Hathor To the Goddess of Love, the Lady of the Two Lands Giving praise to Hathor, who lives in Thebes. Kiss the earth for her in all her forms. May I pray to her for the greatness of her name, for the strength of her striking power. Love of her is in the hearts of the people. Her beauty is with the gods. The Ennead shall go to her bowing down for the greatness of her eminence. It was on the day that I saw her beauty —my mind was spending the day in celebration thereof — that I beheld the Lady of the Two Lands in a dream and she placed joy in my heart. Then I was revitalized with her food; without that one would say, “If only that I had food, if only that we had food!” He who is wise will honor her at the seasonal festival. That which gives teaching to the people might be regarded to be pure food. Near the servant in the Place of Truth, Ipui the Justified, says: In order to solve the problem of rivalry and coveting her, the wonders of Hathor, which she did, should be related to the ones who don’t know it, and the ones who do know it. A generation should tell a next generation how beautiful she truly is, especially when she sets her face to the sky. One is bathed and inebriated by the vision of her. Her father, Amun, shall listen to all her petitions peacefully and patiently when he rises, carrying her beauty. He made lapis lazuli for her hair, and gold for her limbs. The Two Banks of Horus were made for her that the mother goddess may prepare the fertile land to its limits, because love of her is so great Her brow shall bind with the beauty of his beloved face. Translated by K. Szpakowska Edited by S. Noegel and J. Walker This prayer is from the Stela of Ipui (Ipuy), dated to the 18th Dynasty of Egypt (circa 1500 BCE). Hathor, the Goddess of Love: Powers, Rituals, Prayers, Offerings..

[kindred-spirit-93]

Jordan :D

greetings yall! what i love more than my home and heritage and history is yapping about it lol so special thanks to my dearest @sporadicallyanenthusiast whos curiosity and deep desire for knowledge mirrors mine and makes my life all the more wonderful :3

anyway heres a short history of what is now my homecountry of jordan mostly translated from my first year jordan history and civics book lol bc it was presented in nice concise points :]

^^^ jordanian shemagh & national flower; black iris. in typical me fashion i sidetracked so hard and ended up going on a very long and interesting tangent where i started reading about orientalism and will probably be talking about it too after i finish edward saids book and doing some more research on my part (shout out to my super cool parents for being a big part of said research lol) so yeah stay tuned ig

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The name jordan means decending/ down flowing (there are many hypotheses about the etymology but hebrew & greek is what im going with here), which is a reference to the jordan river that runs from lake tiberias to the dead sea, and is extremely crooked lol.

In arabic its read as al urdun, a cognate to the hebrew yarden, from yarad meaning “the descender”. according to the arabic wiki page it also means severity and dominance which i find quite interesting.

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the prehistoric civilisations that lived in what is now jordan include:

canaanites (الكنعانية): circa 3000 BC, lived mostly in palestine (ariha, akka, bisan and more). around the same time several semetic peoples established themselves in syria and jordan; phoenicians centred at the coast and the amorites in the west of the euphrates river (modern day iraq)

edomites (الأدومية): circa 2000 BC, their rule extended from al aqaba (southernmost jordan) to wadi hessa in the north and their capital was basirah near al tafilah today

moabites (المؤابيون): 2000-800 BC, from wadi hessa to wadi mujib and dhiban was their capital. Their most prominent king was mesha (who iconically invented my beloved mansaf lmao) whose history was documented on the mesha stele; the longest Iron Age inscription ever found in the region, the major evidence for the Moabite language, and a unique record of military campaigns.

ammonites (العمونيون): from the northeastern moab regions since the 12th century BC, their capital was named amun which is now amman the capital of jordan.

nabteans (الأنباط): between 600-106 AD built its civilisation in the south of jordan and were proficient in agriculture, trade, and stonemasonry; the rose city, petra, is famous for its rock cut architecture. Its also one of the new 7 wonders of the world

the nabteans extended from damascus in the north and were the first to settle in the village of um al jimal near al mafraq, which served as a guard point at the borders of the badiyah/ desert to the west of palestine and reached the banks of the nile. a famous king of theirs was al harith III/ aretas philhellen (friend of the greeks) who surrounded/ sieged jerusalem in 85 BC and his rule (and therefore the independence of the nabtean kingdom) ended when the roman emperor trajan took over syria in 106 AD

roman/ byzantine empire (الحضارة الرومانية و البيزنطية): rome conquered bilad al sham in 63 AD and ruled for 400 years, during which the decapolis was formed; union of 10 hellenistic cities across jordan syria and palestine.

In jordan: philadelphia (amman), gerasa (jerash), gadara (um qais), pella (tabqet fahl), and arabella (irbid) <- my city :3 byzantine rule was confined to the eastern roman empire, and during the era of the emperor constantine (who embraced christianity in 333 AD) the decapolis flourished noticeably with the influx of roman christians who sought refuge there. anyway arts and architecture and irrigation projects and agriculture prospered, christianity became the official religion of the population and churches were built decorated with mosaics to the east and west of the jordan river (which is religiously significant btw to both christianity and judaism) esp during justinians rule (527-565 AD)

Ghassanids (الغساسنة): are of arab origins from yemen who migrated in the late 3rd century AD after the collapse of a great dam known as ma’rib (which I was fascinated to learn was mentioned in the quran in the chapter of saba (sheba) 34:15-17)

anyhow they settled in bilad al sham and took houran as their capital (houran is the name of the area between syria and jordan back in ye olden days when borders didn’t exist). their rule and reach grew slowly till they eventually had tadmur (palmyra) in syria to the euphrates and al aqaba under their control. the official language was arabic but they mastered aramaic as it was the language of trade at the time, dominating the trade routes that linked yemen to bilad al sham. they embraced christianity as well, allying themselves with the byzantines, and their rule came to an end after their amirs/ princes divided among themselves around 584 AD.

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which brings us to the end of prehistoric civilisations of jordan! thank u for reading this far I appreciate it lol. hope u enjoyed :D

will reblog with the islamic eras of jordan up until the ottoman empire which ill get into someday after I read the two books I bought nearly 2 years ago :')

[milky-rozen]

Mut, the Primordial Goddess of Unity, is the divine mother of Khonsu and the beloved spouse of Amun, whom she married after this latter left the Ogdoad to ally himself with the Sun God Ra. Their marriage represented a bridge between the forces of Chaos and those of Order, creating perfect balance. The initially reluctant Mut, who was especially concerned about her son, ended up falling in love with the kind deity who became her irreplaceable other half and an inspiring father figure to the rebellious Khonsu.

[egypt-museum]

Thutmose III as a Sphinx

This finely executed representation of Thutmose III as a sphinx is made of extremely hard stone. The transition between the head of the king and the powerful feline body has been masked by the nemes headdress and the stylized lion’s mane which forms a bib-like panel on the chest.

A short column of inscription running down the chest identifies the king as “the Good God Menkheperre, beloved of [Amun].” The name of the god Amun was erased later in 18th Dynasty during the reign of Akhenaten, and was never restored.

New Kingdom, mid-18th Dynasty, reign of Thutmose III, ca. 1479-1425 BC. Made of Quarzite. Now in the Metropolitan Museum. 08.202.6

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[sidrashakti]

Goddess of the Week: Mut

"Lady of Heaven, Mistress of All the Gods"

Happy Fall Equinox! In honor of The Goddess, I’m starting a weekly thread studying a particular Goddess each Moonday! 🪷🪷

Week 1: Goddess Mut: "Lady of Heaven, Mistress of All the Gods"

Mut, also known as Maut and Mout, was an ancient Egyptian mother goddess. Her name means “mother” in ancient Egyptian. 

Mut-the-Great, "The Great Mother,"  is considered a primal deity, associated with the primordial waters of Nu from which everything in the world was born. Some legends say Mut gave birth to the world through parthenogenesis, but more often she was said to have a husband, the solar creator god Amun-Ra.

Mut was usually depicted as a woman wearing the double crown of the kings of Egypt, representing her power over the whole of the land. In art, Mut was pictured as a woman with the wings of a vulture, holding an ankh, wearing the united crown of Upper and Lower Egypt and a dress of bright red or blue, with the feather of the goddess Ma'at at her feet. 

Mut never had the widespread popularity of some other goddesses, and was often an elite deity associated with kingly power. During the high point of her cult, the rulers of Egypt would support her worship in their own way to emphasize their own authority and right to rule through an association with Mut. Mut was worshiped in many ancient Egyptian festivals such as the Opet Festival and the Beautiful Festival of the Valley. 

Her identity has merged at times with that of other more famous Egyptian Goddesses, such as Hathor and Sekhmet. As a result, Mut has been depicted as a cobra, a cat, a cow, and  a lioness. However, she is frequently pictured with a vulture headdress, highlighting her role as a protective mother. 

Surviving temples dedicated to Mut are located in modern-day Egypt and Sudan, reflecting her widespread worship. The center of her cult in Sudan became the Mut Temple of Jebel Barkal and in Egypt the Precinct of Mut Temple in Karnak. Surrounding the Mut Temple in Karnak, on three sides, is a sacred lake called the Isheru. During her rule in the Eighteenth Dynasty, the pharaoh Hatshepsut had the ancient temple to Mut at Karnak rebuilt. 

Patricia Monaghan writes, “This creatrix, depicted variously as vulture, lioness, and crowned woman, was a punitive goddess in whose temple traitors were burned to death. She was associated with the period preceding the Nile’s annual flooding, when harvest had left the fields empty and the people relied upon stored foods. Some have theorized that she was an invented goddess, designed as a corollary to the important god Amun, but evidence shows her to be an early divinity of Thebes. (Ellis; Lesko; Müller; Wilkinson).”

During the reign of Rameses II a follower of the goddess Mut donated all his property to her temple and recorded in his tomb:

“And he [Kiki] found Mut at the head of the gods, Fate and fortune in her hand, Lifetime and breath of life are hers to command ... I have not chosen a protector among men. I have not sought myself a protector among the great ... My heart is filled with my mistress. I have no fear of anyone. I spend the night in quiet sleep, because I have a protector.” 

Mut, her son Khonsu (who is a lunar deity) and her husband Amun formed The Theban Triad, which was particularly important during the New Kingdom period when Thebes was Egypt’s capital. 

In the Payprus of Ani, there is a hymn to the Theban Triad:

“Hail to thee, O Amun, Lord of the thrones of the earth, the oldest of the gods, self-created, and creator of all things.

Hail to thee, O Mut, Lady of heaven, mistress of all the gods, the great mother, who gave birth to the sun.

Hail to thee, O Khonsu, the young, the beautiful, the beloved son, who brings light to the darkness and guides the traveler on his way.”

The following is a short excerpt of The “Crossword Stela” of Paser, circa 1150 BCE, found in the sacred Precinct of Mut is a hymn to Mut that can be read both horizontally and vertically”: 

“Great of Sunlight, Who illumines the entire land with Her rays. She is His Eye, Who causes the land to prosper, the glorious Eye of Harakhty, the Queen of what exists, the Great and Powerful Queen, Life being in Her possession.

Great of Might, Her Eye has illumined the Horizon. As to the Ennead, Their hearts are glad because of Her, the Queen of Their joy in this Her name of Sky, for the spirits go forth within it because of Her.

The Two Lands and the Netherworld thereof are light because of Her, when She has appeared in the sky. When She goes forth, all good plants are born. She Who rises early, existing in a multitude of forms, enduring as the Nurse.

Ra sees Her Might just as She sees by means of Him, since He knows Her Majesty’s beauty. The Goddesses shout for Her: food and provisions for Her, the Goddess in Uaset-Thebes.

READING FROM MUT: 

I asked Mut to describe herself and bring forth any messages she’d like to share. 

16. Demeter: Devotion, Family Growth “Demeter, help me heal my grief and pain.” 

40. Freya: Courage, Passion, Gifts “Call on Her for gifts of good and long companionship”       “I will continue to be a beginning for all of my days, even until the very end.” 

25. Blodeuwedd: Lady of the Nine Flowers     She who refuses to be possessed. “Above all else, do not be possessed.” 

Sri Ramani Pada: The Fulfiller of Wishes: “Sri Ramani Pada is a beautiful young woman. She is Icchanvati, the one who is wishful, because she has the powers of transforming through love any wish into a positive reality. She is a sensuous Yogini who frolics in the higher levels of consciousness.”

Enthusiasm: “This card describes someone who is energetic and outgoing, with a good sporty sense of fun and adventure."

Mut is a friendly Goddess, encouraging us to call upon her and build relationships with Her, regardless of our ancestry. She can transform our grief as well as be a companion to us as a face of the Divine Mother. She is particularly fond of being communicated with through intuition and astrology, and wants continued study of and research into Her myth. She is horrified by the destruction in Sudan and is with each of her children there that are suffering. Female devotees wishing for a baby are encouraged to ask her to aid in their fertility struggles. She feels the pain of all her children, and wants to help them restore their power and sovereignty through love. 

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Twitter: @SidraShakti

[deinemuddalutscht]

The Crossword hymn to Mut

Great of Sunlight, Who illumines the entire land with Her rays. She is His Eye, Who causes the land to prosper, the glorious Eye of Harakhty, the Queen of what exists, the Great and Powerful Queen, Life being in Her possession.

Great of Might, Her Eye has illumined the Horizon. As to the Ennead, Their hearts are glad because of Her, the Queen of Their joy in this Her name of Sky, for the spirits go forth within it because of Her.

The Two Lands and the Netherworld thereof are light because of Her, when She has appeared in the sky. When She goes forth, all good plants are born. She Who rises early, existing in a multitude of forms, enduring as the Nurse.

Ra sees Her Might just as She sees by means of Him, since He knows Her Majesty’s beauty. The Goddesses shout for Her: food and provisions for Her, the Goddess in Uaset-Thebes.

The Greatness of Ra shines in the land for Her spirit every day. Furthermore, Her father Ra is in the mighty ‘Ipet-sut’ with the Great One Who breathes there (Amun).

There are not many who desert Her (Mut’s) Majesty, She is a Noble One. When She shines, the land possesses love of Her, the Queen of the Horizon at Her beautiful rising at dawn. She has received the insignia of Ra, Lord of the Thrones. He receives rejoicing as He traverses the land, and the praises and adorations of the high-ranking and of mankind.

They follow Her likeness, She being like Him (Ra) Who crosses the sky, His manifestation indeed, Who shines within. She grants what He wishes, Mut has received these gifts. All animals rejoice at Her. She rests between His brows, while everyone worships Him. The people and all mankind are joyful of heart.

Ra, Who travels the Lakes of Fire for His great daughter, Queen of the Gods, this Goddess Who is upon His breast. The God (Ra) gives rejoicing to Her Who is with Him, He Who came into existence by Himself, She Who is beneficial to the Mighty One, Who adores the manifestation, happy of lifetime. All the people worship Her, when Her form is seen. She has caused to flourish.

He (the King) is great, flourishing because of the Great One, He Who is on the Throne which She loves. Ra is righteous. It is a happy day, She having appeared in ‘Uaset’-Thebes, when She has protected this land for Her son. She gives victory to the Mighty One, She Who possesses what He loves, His years being happy of events. There is rejoicing from Heaven to the Netherworld, the Gods are satisfied.

All lands give Her their divine property in Her name, and their standards of their places. They rejoice for Her and Her beauty which belongs to Her. Everyone comes into existence through Her when he is created, say the Living in this Temple.

Who opens and causes them to live, She Who is young rises behind, High of Crown, She shines as gold, the Sole One when She placed plants on the entire land, the apes chatter to Her because of Her kindly face, the Beloved One, Who has been exalted since primeval times in Heaven. Her Ancestors are endless, She is the Noble Uraeus.”

hymn from the “Crossword Stela” of Paser, circa 1150 BCE, found in the sacred Precinct of Mut

[simply02artists]

Cup of tea under the sun: part 1/?

Writer’s note: that is not my au, it’s @sweetpeaches666 ‘s au called shapeshifter Ben. Check out her blog about her au.

Her character that belong to her, mentioned here: hedeter, taweret, Amun, her version of the mummy, sed. The five jackles, sed’s pets.

Nane, Amira, married sed au belong to me.

Original character of Ben 10: the mummy, zs’skyer, kuphulu belong to man of action.

on the warm scorching planet of Anur Khufos, In the grand palace of the royals on the planet, in a chamber room, full of beautiful delightful painting and beautiful accessories of colorful and beautiful crafts of vase on the tables. tall and slender Thep Khufan woman named Nedjima stood in her chamber, engrossed in her painting. With each brushstroke, she filled the canvas with a vibrant yellow hue, her movements graceful and purposeful.

"Satisfactory," she murmured to herself, admiring her work. However, upon closer inspection, her discerning purple eyes detected imperfections. "Not quite finished yet," she concluded, a hint of determination in her voice.

Before she could resume her artistic endeavor, a gentle nudge interrupted her concentration. It was Neith, one of her husband's loyal jackals, seeking attention. Neith, the leader of her siblings. She exuded a mix of aggressiveness and loyalty, traits that endeared her to Nedjima.

Smiling warmly, Nedjima welcomed Neith's presence, caressing her furry companion affectionately. "Seeking affection, are we?" she teased, her gaze soft as Neith wagged her tail contentedly.

As Nedjima indulged Neith, she felt a playful tug on her veil. Turning her attention, she spotted Ptah, a male jackal, vying for her affection. With a gentle smile, she welcomed his companionship, acknowledging the bond they shared.

When she looked around the room, she only couldn’t find seshat, anu, and khepri. But she assumes they are in the garden where they are playing around. So she went back to give these two affection they want from her.

while rubbing the the back of the jackel, she suddenly hear a knock on the large door of her room from outside.

The jackles’s ears perked up, they looked at the door, while ptah was relaxed, but neith was on guard, but a gentle tube of nedjima’s hand on her back made her calm down.

“Who is it?” she asks, curiosity in her tone.

“my lady nedjima.” a female servant said, “may I come in?” she clearly waits for her mistress’s permission.

nedjima was surprised, she wonders why her servant is here. “come in” she said, allowing her in.

the door to her chamber creaked open, and the servant entered with a respectful bow. Nedjima, her meek demeanor masking a keen intelligence, looked up with a curious glint in her eyes. "My lady Nedjima, the Pharaoh requests your presence in the garden for a conversation," the servant announced, her polite tone reflecting Nedjima's own sense of courtesy.

Nedjima's heart fluttered with anxiety at the unexpected summons, her introverted nature wary of the impending social interaction. "Thank you for relaying the message. I will make my way to the garden shortly," she replied, her voice soft and polite, tinged with a hint of worry that gnawed at her patience.

With a deep breath to steady her nerves, Nedjima rose from her seat, her cautious gaze flickering towards Neith and Ptah, who watched her with quiet understanding. "It seems duty calls, my loyal friends. I must face the Pharaoh," she murmured to them, her shy smile betraying a flicker of trepidation.

As Nedjima retreated to her room, the servant followed her behind to help her change. The two beloved jackles followed closely behind, a silent presence offering assistance and support. The servant, a young woman with a gentle demeanor, laid out a selection of dresses for Nedjima to choose from, each one more exquisite than the last. Nedjima's eyes lingered on a beautiful long dress, adorned with intricate embroidery and a flowing cloak that added a touch of elegance to her appearance.

With the servant's help, Nedjima donned the dress, her slender frame enveloped in its luxurious fabric. She took care to ensure that her bandaged hair was styled to perfection, her meticulous attention to detail reflecting her desire to present herself in the best possible light for the impending meeting with the Pharaoh.

As she fixed her long hair, a sense of nervousness crept over her, fluttering in her chest like a trapped bird. Her gaze drifted to a golden necklace that lay on the vanity, a gift from the Pharaoh himself. The significance of the necklace, and the attention it symbolized, weighed heavily on her mind as she debated whether to adorn herself with it.

Since her marriage to Sed, Nedjima had found herself in the unexpected position of being the Pharaoh's favored daughter-in-law. His gestures of kindness and generosity, such as the gift of the necklace, both touched and bewildered her. She was unaccustomed to being at the center of attention, and the thought of standing in the Pharaoh's spotlight filled her with a mix of gratitude and unease.

Reflecting on her past apprehensions and the evolution of her relationship with the Pharaoh, Nedjima's heart fluttered with uncertainty. The memory of his embrace from years ago, a gesture that had once unsettled her, now lingered in her mind as a testament to the complexities of their dynamic.

After a moment of contemplation, Nedjima made a decision. With a steady hand, she fastened the golden necklace around her neck, the delicate chain glinting in the soft light of the chamber. Seeking reassurance, she turned to her servant, who met her gaze with a supportive expression. "I think it's a good idea to wear it, my lady. Perhaps it will convey your appreciation for the Pharaoh's kindness," the servant offered, her words a gentle reminder of the delicate dance of diplomacy and gratitude that Nedjima navigated with cautious grace.

As Nedjima expressed her gratitude to the servant for her feedback, she prepared to leave the room, only to be startled by a hiss emanating from the bed. Her cat, Amira, a sleek and elegant feline with piercing purple eyes, arched her back and hissed at the two jackals, Neith and Ptah, who growled in response. The tension between Amira and the jackals was a familiar sight, their strained relationship evident in their interactions.

Sighing softly, Nedjima approached Luna, her graceful movements a contrast to the discord between the animals. With gentle hands, she stroked Luna's back, soothing her agitated pet.

As Nedjima gently calmed Amira down, her voice soft yet firm, she addressed the tense situation between her cat and the two jackals, Neith and Ptah. "Amira, Neith, Ptah, enough of this discord," she admonished, her tone carrying a hint of authority. Luna gazed up at her with wide eyes, a flicker of defiance in her gaze, while Neith and Ptah lowered their heads, acknowledging their owner's reprimand.

"You know better than to cause trouble in my chamber," Nedjima continued, her words directed at all three animals. "We must learn to coexist peacefully, for we are all companions under this roof." She said gently yet firmly.

Amira meowed softly in response, her innocent gaze meeting Nedjima's with a hint of mischief. Nedjima's voice, soft yet firm, reprimanded Amira and the jackals, reminding them of the need for harmony and peace within the chamber.

After imparting her gentle scolding, Nedjima gracefully exited the room, her steps barely echoing in the corridor as she made her way to the garden where the Pharaoh awaited her presence. The weight of anxiety and worry settled in her chest like a heavy stone, a myriad of questions swirling in her mind. Was her husband, Sed, in trouble? Had she unwittingly become embroiled in a situation that threatened her peace of mind?

As she walked, the garden's serene beauty offering a brief respite from her inner turmoil, Nedjima's thoughts raced with apprehension. The uncertainty of the situation gnawed at her, beneath her composed exterior, a sense of vulnerability and fear lingered, a stark contrast to the polite facade she presented to the world.

Arriving at the garden, Nedjima's steps faltered for a moment as she caught sight of the Pharaoh's waiting figure. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, as she approached Pharaoh Amun in the tranquil garden, she bowed respectfully, a gesture of reverence and deference to the ruler. Amun, a man of complexities and contradictions, observed her with a mixture of authority and concern in his eyes.

"Nedjima, rise," he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of both command and compassion. "Thank you for joining me today. I trust you are well?" His words were polite, a formal acknowledgment of her presence, yet beneath the surface, a genuine care for her well-being shone through.

Nedjima straightened, her eyes meeting the Pharaoh's with a mixture of respect and unease. The dynamic between her husband, Sed, and the Pharaoh was a source of discomfort for her, the tension palpable in the air whenever the topic arose. She braced herself for the possibility of inevitable conversation that would touch upon Sed's rebellious nature and the Pharaoh's expectations of him.

As they settled at a small table adorned with delicate tea cups and a pot of fragrant tea, a servant stood by attentively, ready to refill their cups as needed. The serene setting of the garden provided a backdrop for their conversation, the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle fragrance of blossoms filling the air.

The Pharaoh's gaze softened as he turned his attention to nedjima. "How have you been faring, my dear?" he inquired, his tone gentle yet inquisitive. "I know Sed's absence can weigh heavily on you. Do you find yourself feeling lonely in his absence?" His words were laced with genuine concern, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in the powerful ruler.

Nedjima’s heart fluttered at the Pharaoh's unexpected display of empathy. She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts swirling with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "I... I have been managing, Your Majesty," she began, her voice soft yet steady. "The solitude can be challenging at times, but I find solace in my pursuits and the company of loyal companions."

Her words carried a subtle hint of loneliness masked by a veil of composure, a reflection of the inner turmoil she grappled with Sed's absence. As the conversation unfolded, nedjima found herself navigating the delicate balance between duty, loyalty, and her own sense of self in the presence of the enigmatic Pharaoh, a man whose kindness and expectations loomed large in her world.

As the delicate clinking of tea cups filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the intimate conversation unfolding between nedjima and Pharaoh Amun. Amun's keen eyes caught sight of the necklace adorning nedjima’s neck, a piece he had gifted her on a special occasion. Though she rarely wore it, the shimmering jewelry held a significance that was not lost on the observant ruler.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Amun set down his tea cup and remarked, "Ah, I see you are wearing the necklace, my dear." His gaze shifted from the necklace to nedjima, a subtle warmth in his eyes that hinted at a deeper understanding of the unspoken emotions that lingered between them.

If Thep Khufans possessed human flesh, nedjima’s cheeks would have flushed with a telltale blush. She averted her gaze slightly, the cup clasped against her chest in a gesture of self-consciousness, processing the Pharaoh's words with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude.

Stammering slightly, a nervous habit that surfaced in moments of vulnerability, nedjima managed to reply, "Y-yes, I like it a lot. It's honestly beautiful..." Her voice was soft, tinged with a touch of shyness that revealed a deeper layer of her personality beneath the composed exterior she often presented to the world.

Nedjima’s discomfort with prolonged eye contact was a subtle trait that revealed her inner struggles with social interactions. She valued her privacy and found solace in the familiarity of her own thoughts, a trait that set her apart in the bustling world of the royal life. The longing for her old friends, the sense of isolation that came with her new status as a member of the Pharaoh's family, lingered beneath the surface of her composed facade.

Gathering her composure, nedjima met Amun's gaze once more, a hint of trepidation giving way to a genuine smile. "I do really appreciate the gifts you get me, but, b-but sometimes I feel like it's too much," she confessed, her words a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. Despite her occasional missteps in social settings, Amun's understanding gaze offered a sense of reassurance, a silent acknowledgment of her unique perspective on the world around her.

As they continued their conversation, the warmth of the sun enveloped them, casting a golden hue over the garden as the servant quietly refilled their tea cups. Amun, burdened by the weight of his responsibilities and the vastness of his family, found solace in these rare moments of connection with Nane.

He marveled at how she seemed to adapt effortlessly to her new life, despite Sed's frequent absences. Nane's ability to entertain herself and find contentment in solitude impressed him, a testament to her inner strength and resilience in the face of uncertainty.

In the four years since her marriage to Sed, nedjima had confided in Amun about her strained relationship with her own family. She spoke of missing her little sister and a beloved cousin, yet acknowledged the risks involved in reconnecting with them due to the constraints of royal protocol. Despite her longing for familial ties, nedjima had never sought trouble or allowed herself to be drawn into it, a testament to her steadfast nature and unwavering commitment to uphold her principles.

It was not nedjima who courted trouble, but rather those around her who sought to exploit her innocence and unfamiliarity with palace politics. Sed's protective stance towards his wife, stepping in to defend her against intrusions from his own family members, underscored the depth of their bond and his unwavering loyalty to her. This dynamic had created a distance between nedjima and her in-laws, with only a select few, like Tawret, Hedeter, and some of Sed's older brothers, forging a genuine connection with her based on mutual respect and understanding.

As the conversation unfolded, Amun's curiosity piqued as he brought up a topic that had been circulating among the palace staff. "One of the servants mentioned that you've been working on a new project, a gift for my son Sed," he mentioned, a warm happy expression playing on his face as he observed Nane's reaction, eager to learn more about her endeavor.

Nedjima, catching on to the direction of their discussion, inquired, "The one I've been keeping under wraps...?" seeking confirmation before delving further.

"Yes, that one," Amun affirmed, taking a sip of his tea.

With a hint of reluctance, nedjima hesitated before responding, "Well, not to be rude, but I'm afraid I can't divulge the details to you." She averted her gaze slightly, a subtle movement betraying her unease.

Amun's surprise was evident as he probed further, "Is it really that crucial to keep it a surprise for my son?" his curiosity getting the better of him, prompting him to seek clarification.

"Yes, it is," nedjima affirmed, her fingers fidgeting with the tea cup, the bandage on her back wrapped around the chair's leg as a coping mechanism to quell her rising anxiety. She explained softly, "It's a special painting for Sed..." Her voice softened, and Amun couldn't help but notice how her demeanor shifted whenever she spoke of Sed.

A sense of pride and affection seeped into her words, a testament to the bond that had blossomed between them over time. Initially marked by the awkwardness of an arranged marriage, Nane and Sed had gradually grown closer, a transformation that had not gone unnoticed by those around them.

Amun, observing nedjima’s demeanor and the depth of her sentiment towards Sed, felt a twinge of satisfaction at witnessing the genuine connection that had blossomed between his son and his daughter-in-law. The subtle shift in their relationship, from initial hesitance to a newfound closeness, spoke volumes about the strength of their bond and the genuine care they held for each other.

As their conversation continued to flow, Amun's next question loomed on the horizon—a question that nedjima knew would irk Sed if he were present. With a happy expression adorning his face, Amun turned to Nane and inquired, "So, my dear, you and my son have been married for 4 years now. Have you two considered having children yet?"

Anticipating the question, nedjima met Amun's gaze with a blank expression. She and Sed had deliberately chosen to postpone starting a family, mutually agreeing to take their time due to personal reasons. Nedjima had no desire to pressure her husband into parenthood, understanding the complexities that lay beneath their decision.

Although nedjima remained composed, knowing Sed's disdain towards the question about their plans for children, their relatives' persistent questioning had often dampened their spirits. Sed's non-friendly reactions to such a question, coupled with his interactions with their younger relatives, had at times left nedjima puzzled and slightly exasperated.

Despite acknowledging that some of their younger relatives hadn't been particularly friendly towards her, nedjima couldn't help but find Sed's reactions excessive. Some of the children had shown a fondness for her, hedetar even remarking on the differing attitudes of the children towards Sed and nedjima.

With a sense of resignation born from years of enduring similar inquiries, nedjima delicately held her tea cup, now refilled by the servant, before responding to Amun's question. "Well, I did discuss it with Sed some months ago before he embarked on his trip with his boss. He expressed uncertainty about his readiness to be a father. While I cherish the idea of starting a family, we both feel the need to be emotionally and mentally prepared for such a significant responsibility," she explained, her gaze shifting between Amun and her tea cup.

As Nane spoke, Amun listened intently, though a hint of dissatisfaction lingered in his expression at the familiar response. By his expression she can tell he is disappointed, and abit of frustration. because to him, sed should give up his criminal life and try settle down and have a family with nedjima….but he then said “he doesn’t force you to wait, does he?” He asked.

These words had struck a nerve within Nane, testing her patience despite her best efforts to remain composed. She took a moment to gather herself, mindful of her respect for Amun as the Pharaoh and the weight of tradition that shaped his expectations. While acknowledging Amun's flaws as a husband, father, and grandfather, she understood the importance he placed on upholding traditions, even those she found challenging to accept.

Then she finally managed to say the word….

“No, he does not.”

….

….

After few minutes of uncomfortable silence, he sighs as he decided to change the subject. they sipped their tea in the serene garden, Pharaoh Amun's gaze lingered on Nane, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Has Sed responded to any of your letters? Or, does his servant, Kuphulu. have any news about him?" He asked as he puts the cup down, his expression calm as he waited for her to answer him.

Nane's delicate hands paused mid-air, her fingers still clutching the warm tea cup. She felt a pang of unease at the mention of Sed and the lack of communication from him. Thoughts swirled in her mind as she processed the Pharaoh's questions, her gaze momentarily fixed on the swirling patterns in her tea cup.

Kuphulu, a Thep Khufan servant who had become became a servant for Sed, due to his connection working for zs’skyer, the high ecto lord. He had been a source of intrigue and mystery to Nane. She recalled their first interactions, noting the nervousness that seemed to envelop him in her presence. His uncertain demeanor around royalty hinted at a past fraught with complexities and uncertainties, a fact that added another layer of intrigue to Sed's association with him.

As Nane mulled over the Pharaoh's questions, a wave of concern washed over her. The memory of Sed's reassuring letters, promising his return and safety, now felt distant and unreliable. The past month had been marked by a troubling silence, a void in communication that left her heart heavy with worry.

Sed's mention of a mission to the planet Earth, under the orders of the Ectonurte lord, lingered in her mind like a shadow. The unknown dangers and uncertainties of such a mission weighed on her, fueling her apprehension and fear for her husband's well-being.

She took a deep breath, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of anxiety. "Your Majesty, Sed has not responded to my letters in weeks... I have not heard from him at all," she admitted, her words carrying a weight of concern. "He mentioned a mission to Earth, but the silence since then has left me... unsettled. I fear something may have happened to him." Her voice trailed off, a sense of helplessness creeping into her expression as she grappled with the uncertainty of Sed's fate…..

To be continue…..

[poptod]

i don’t usually talk about my private life unless it interferes with my writing or maybe inspires it, but i wanted to share something with you all. i talk a lot—because i want you to understand—so i will put this under a read more

well, it’s been a tumultuous two or so years since moving with my parents to this beach town in CA. some very good, some incredibly bad. and… it’s coming to an end. it’s a very complicated story and i suppose i don’t really want to share all the details, but i think i will share the big parts

like most people i have a complicated relationship with my parents. they are very kind but they also have done some irreparable damage to my psyche, like a lot of parents do. and maybe irreparable is the wrong word because i do forgive them, but regardless i will be moving out of this home without their knowledge.

i tried to do it once and i got caught. who i thought was my best friend decided to tell my parents and i got yelled at and berated for weeks, and my dreams crushed. i was going to go to egypt. i was going to go with my partner, my soul partner, who lived in another country. don’t worry, i met her in real life first while i was traveling. but.. i was going to go to egypt! the land of my Deities! my beautiful Gods Nefertem and Nuit, Hapy, Heka, Khonsu, and Amun… all of Them. Their beautiful faces. carved in the stone of Kemet. my parents never would have let me go but i was ready, i was willing, i would give up anything i own to be there in egypt with my Gods and my love. and then my friend, who was living in my room since he didn’t want to live with his parents, told my secret and nearly had my passport taken away permanently. he left my house and i can’t talk to him anymore because i won’t. can’t stand his words or his voice. but i forgive him.. i just don’t want to communicate with him anymore. i wish him the best.

i travelled to my ancestral homeland of korea after the separation and heartbreak. i visited many Buddhist temples and learned and engrained myself more with the act of worship and the Buddhas teachings; i fell in love with worshipping. i fell in love with the temples. and i revisited the ideas i’d learned in the sixth grade—idea of giving things up. of releasing material want, which leads to the cessation of dukkha. the idea is beautiful. and i think it’s accurate. stopping our desires for material things of this world will stop our suffering; suffering emanates from our greed. fear emanates from greed. in the end what matters is our connections to people, and in this case, my connection to my Love and my Deities. in korea, i found the knowledge, independence, and courage that has allowed me to bring to realization what i want not from this world, but from my life.

and now i’m trying again. i’m telling no one of my plan. actually, two people know—one is my closest friend of eight years who lives five hours north of me. another is someone i vetted thoroughly to confirm his ideology and make sure he wouldn’t tell my parents. and actually, he supports me! he almost admires my decision, the courage to get what you want despite the odds. and he is helping me. he’s a blessing from Hathor, an aid of Khonsu to help me travel to the airport to see my Love and my holy land.

there is no greater excitement than this! i will be able to feel the Nile through my feet and hands and hair. and the light of Amun-Re and Khons will shine on my face. and my love will hold my hand. does it seem like a fantasy? well, the world is love, the world is hate… the world is what you make of it. i know people who have easy lives and are incredibly depressed. and there is my Love, who has had an incredibly hard life and will talk much about it, but she is incredibly happy. she is enlightened. i want to be like her—i want to be with her.

do i sound insane? probably. but i’ve learned being crazy is a good thing. especially for writers. i don’t know how many more stories i will write about our beloved Ahkmenrah. i still have the Breeding Kings to finish as well as the Night Grows Dim. then i have a story i want to write about Nabataeans, and i might write a long forgotten story i used to call Hiding in the Light. i hope i will get published some day but it’s not my greatest desire. my greatest desire is to see the world with unending clarity, to know things as they truly are; in other words, to be enlightened. to worship my Deities. this is my path towards that.

to put it in perspective, i have two paths. literally two. i can follow what my parents ask of me; go to college, get a job, work for a long while, and then i can travel when i happen to get free time once a year for one or two weeks at a time. i can settle down in america without my Love; she is already a refugee in israel and can’t move to america. so i would be alone. this path has its good parts. my parents will love me, so will my grandparents. i’ll be well-off with many physical belongings tying me to this realm (which is debatably good thing—bad thing in my eyes), and i will be a normal person. how delightful.

the other path is the one i am choosing. i am going to follow my dreams, which is a terrifying thing to hear a 19 year old say. but i didn’t even think i’d live this long. i’ve healed so much. and this will further my healing. i wonder if it is possible for you to understand… maybe not. it’s difficult to comprehend. but i want you to know. i want you to understand. and it’s not because i want you to know what’s going on (though i do of course), actually it’s selfish, because i want to be understood, very desperately i want to be understood because no one except my friend who is driving me to the airport understands me. and even he is a little on the edge with it despite fully supporting me. this feeling of desire to be understood fades slowly from my life, little by little. i come to realize—or perhaps question—is it worth it? most people are incredibly close minded. most people live their lives blind to happiness and the truth of the world. most people do not even care about themselves. and i do not want to end up like that. that is not the future i’ve worked so hard to heal myself for.

everything will go. and all will change.

someday i will die. someday my love will die. someday all my possessions will be dust. someday this land will erupt in lava or sink into the crevices of earthquakes, or maybe it will slowly fade into the ocean. someday this earth will be unrecognizable. someday, our home will not seem like our home at all, and the only indication that we ever existed will be stones in the shape of our skeletons, and maybe even those will not exist. and someday the earth will be gone. our sun will implode, and the black love of space will enshroud everything. at that point, i really don’t want to be walking around talking about how i went to college. i don’t even want to be talking about how i managed to run away from america and go to egypt.

i want to be learned. i want to see it all in its beauty as the earth dies in its many wondrous colors—i want to smile as the sun evaporates into particles of gold, i want to understand this cycle and it’s end. and the way to get here—to this sense of bliss and enlightenment—is to separate from what the modern world wants me to be.

listen to me very well, because no one ever really does this—you have to live.

please live. this word carries weight like love; which means that not many understand it’s depth. you know it’s definition. but the meaning of it is indescribable and beautiful like a supernova the size of a galaxy.

You have to love. You have to live. Please.

[sweetpeaches666]

I imagine that one time during a trip to anur khufos when Jenny was 5, she got lost again.

While sed and Ben are searching for her, she has wonder off with kuphulu’s without him knowing, like:

Kuphulu’s mom: my dear son, hello! I am so happy to see-…..kuphulu? You didn’t tell me you are bringing a little guest…

Kuphulu: a guest?? Mother, what do you mean- *felt someone tagging on his bandage, he turns around to see Jenny in her thep khufan form*

Jenny: hi kuphu :3

(Plz write everyone’s reaction)

Sed panicked since his beloved daughter was missing. His first conclusion is that Jenny was kidnapped while he wasn't paying attention and will search everywhere for her. Even if it means interrogating all the residents of the Anur System.

Ben would be worried and scared, but he'd keep a calm head for Jenny's sake. Unlike his Thep Khufan father, Ben doesn't want to conclude that his little sister was kidnapped and knows that Jenny tends to ran off. Ben will also have to keep Sed from interrogating everyone they come across.

Kuphulu will have a heart attack the moment he sees Jenny. Knowing full well how much Sed is protective of his children, poor Kuphulu will try to get Jenny back to the royal palace before Sed or Amun will execute him and his innocent mother. Seriously, Ben and Jenny are gonna be the death of him.

Kuphulu's mom will recognize Jenny as one of Anur Khufos' Princesses but will treat her like the child she is. Kuphulu's mother would become fond of Jenny but knows that Sed and Ben will come looking for her. Before Kuphulu takes Jenny back to the palace, his mom makes homemade cookies for her on the way back.

[lunar-meditations]

Em hotep! I never realized we didn’t have a pinned lol!

We are two members of a DID System that joined the Kemetic Orthodoxy religion a few years ago. We won’t be signing off so you can simply call us Huwieni :)

While we follow multiple paths, kemeticism is our primary path and we are a Shemsu of the House of Netjer. We are Divined children of Khonsu and our Beloveds are Sekhmet-Hethert, Bast and Anpu.

Other Netjer we worship: Amun-Ra and Mut (Khonsu’s parents); Nefertem; Nehebkau; Nebthet; Sobek-Ra

Other gods/paths we follow: Skadi and Eir (Heathenry); animism; The Green Man; Epona and Astarte (for our work with horses)

Senebty!

Huwieni

[madamlaydebug]

Amon Ra (Amun or Amen Ra) is the King of Gods, Father of the Gods, Lord of the Thrones of the Two Lands, Lord of Truth whose shrine is hidden, and Amun rathe Lord of Wisdom. Amon is the Abraxas and Sophia to Gnostics, and Christos (or Gnosis) to Christians. According to Plutarch, Amon is the first being and all things, and Ra is the sun-god.

To put it simply in 2013, Amon Ra is the power that lies within the DNA and minds of each one of us. You communicate with Amon Ra when you do not let your passions or appetite rule you, and by conquering your animal self and this world that is ruled by Satan. When we conquer ourselves and this material world in order to live in the light of a more spiritual existence based on love and truth, we begin to know ourselves and to live in truth. To live in love through the heart and truth in our minds, our spirits ascend to the greatest heights like that of Christ or Buddha, to convene, communicate, and receive ideas from the Father God, Amon Ra.

In scientific terms, Amon Ra is a section on both sides of our head, and in the middle of the brain that is part of the temporal lobe called the Ammon's horn (Amuns Horn) or the hippocampus. Amon Ra, the Ammon's horn or the hippocampus is the King of the gods, Lord of heaven, and the Great ruler of the Temple; our brains in which memories are acquired and past life knowledge is accessed. The Amon is where we process our DNA, in which our hippocampus is the processing unit that stores memories of this life and past lives.

The Gnostic God of Amon Ra was worshiped in the capital of the Brotherhood in Egypt at the City of the Ark, or the City of the Brain located in Thebes (Theba). The Brotherhood of Amon Ra were both Gnostic Warriors, priests and or Pharaoh Kings such as Seti I, Ramesses II, Ramesses III, and the Ptolemaic dynasty; Alexander the Great, and Augustus Caesar were also initiates. I discussed these facts in my last article titled, The First Gnostics: Brotherhood of Amon Ra.

An example of the adoration paid to the God Amon (Amen) by the Pharaohs of the New Kingdom can be found in Thebes at the Great Stele Of AmenHotep III Plates XI, XII that reads;

The monument made by the king of Upper and Lower Egypt Men-maat-ra (Sety I) for his father Amen-ra king of all gods." 'This p/oves the restoration by Sety after the erasures of Amen by Akhenaten. The restored parts are the figures and names of Amen, the whole of the first 21 lines, parts of 7 lines lower, and the names of Amen in the lowest 3 lines.

Right Hand. The king is standing, "Offering libation to Amen that he may give the gift of life." Above is "The Good God, lord of the two lands, Neb-maat-ra, Son of Ra, lord of the diadems, Amenhotep prince of Thebes. Great [by his] monuments, multiplying wonders, beloved by Amen, gifted with life." Over Amen is "I have given to thee all life and purity which is with me; I have given to thee all joy of heart which is with me, Amen Ra, lord of heaven."

Left Hand. The king is standing, "Offering wine to Amen, that he may give the gift of life." Above is " The Good God, Lord of the two lands, Neb-maatra: son of Ra, lord of the diadems, Amenhotep prince of Thebes; Image of Ra in the two lands, elected by himself, beloved of Amen, gifted with life." Over Amen is " I have given to thee all health which is in me; I have given to thee all vigour which is in me, Amen-Ra, prince of Thebes."

Secrets of the Pyramid Cool Image 3Due to the power and influence of the Brotherhood of Amon Ra, this secret society had spread its teachings and initiates who had reverenced the God as "the hidden wisdom" to the Greeks, Romans, Chaldeans, Phoenicians, Druids, Mexicans, and to many ancient peoples around the world. This same Brotherhood were not only the founders of what I would like to coin the term as "organized gnosticism," they were also the founders of almost all modern religions such as Judaism and Christianity.

Amon becomes "Amen" in the Abrahamic religions. In Hebrew, the word "amen" means "to support, to be loyal, to be certain, and to place faith in" or more commonly as "truly". In English and Christianity, the word "amen" is used to affirm or to praise the Lord and also as a name for the Lord. You will find the word 'amen" 22 times in the Old Testament and much more in the New Testament with 129 occurrences. The writers of the New Testament such as Saint John, appear to have much more of a Gnostic influence than that of their predecessors. The facts are that Christianity is a Gnostic Religion in itself with the historical story and teachings of these ancient Gnostics concealed in allegory from the profane or non-initiated.

For example in Revelation 3:14, is where we find "the Amen" is used for the prince of peace and cornerstone of the Catholic Church as a title for Double Headed Eagle Freemasonry Jesus. Amen is applied to the title of our Lord: "The Amen, the true and faithful witness," in Rev. i. 14 and also in Revelation 3:14; "To the angel of the church in Laodicea write: These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God's creation, and in Corinthians 1:20; "For all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen, unto the glory of God by us.

These Christian allegorical descriptions of the God Amon are the same that we find in the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead such as this Hym; "Praise to Amen-Ra, the good God beloved, the Ancient of Heavens, the oldest of the earth, Lord of Eternity, Maker Everlasting. He is the causer of pleasure and light, maker of grass for the cattle and of that Thou hast given us birth; we give Thee praises for Thy mercy to us."

Many more examples of these similarities between the Ancient Egyptian God Amon Ra and the Christian Amen can be found by those with an eye to see and or the blood that contains the inner Gnosis in order to comprehend these hidden teachings. I will explore these teachings in future articles and videos, and there are links to previous articles that you can find below this article. Please remember that it is simple. Gnosis is acquired through the blood, mind, pure living and a loving heart, that our Ka (soul) communicates and remembers, in order to receive the spirit through the Father Amon Ra.

This is when we become a true master of ourselves and our universe. We become a Christos and not an Anti-Christos. A true shining morning star that is bright enough to teach humanity, how we too died on the cross (logos) like Jesus, or gave up the world like Buddha, and how we were resurrected from the dead (darkness ) into the light in order to truly KNOW THYSELF. We become a true Gnostic, a true Christian, Buddhist, or whatever title you want to place on perfecting, loving and knowing thyself, thy-neighbor and thy-world.

Here is a great description of how the Brotherhood had portrayed the teachings of Amon Ra in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics as done with the cross in the book, The cross in tradition, history, and art by William Wood Seymour;

In Egyptian hieroglyphics the cross has been variously interpreted. When with four equal arms, sometimes formed of serpents, it has been assumed to be an emblem of the four elements.When composed of two or four sceptres with a circle at the point of intersection it is said to indicate " divine potentiality." The simple cross has been interpreted as meaning " support," or " Saviour," sometimes " avenger," ' and " protective power " *; but when the circle, the emblem of eternity, is placed upon it, forming the crux ansata, its signification, which also is implied often in the simpler forms of the cross, is " Life to come."

To this interpretation the early Christian historians bear witness, and their statement has been confirmed by modern savants.' The crux ansata,therefore, is the inseparable accompaniment of the chief triad of the Egyptian deities, Ra, Amon-Ra, and Amon, who are represented as holding in one hand the crook, or crosier-like staff, the symbol of power, peace, and purity, and in the other the "sacred Tau."

Amon Ra crook and staff

It is very significant that the second person, Amon-Ra, is generally represented as seated up- From Haslam's The Cross and The Serpent.

Cross and serpent

The ancient Egyptians believed that he had two natures, divine and human, that he was their defender against evil, and also the inspirer of counsel and wisdom. Nor is the crux ansata confined to the superior deities; the inferior also frequently bear it. For instance, we find the goddess of Truth presenting it to the figure of the Sun, as if intimating that life—of which the sun is the source—and truth are eternal.

The crux ansata is placed, to indicate the ever living spirit, on tombs and sarcophagi. Sometimes it is in the talons of a conventional figure, representing the soul, bearing a human head and the body of a bird, hovering over, and protecting the body of the departed. The deities are frequently depicted holding the sacred Tau in their mouths, or presenting or receiving it from the lips of a dying man,* who is often lying on a lion shaped couch.

[talonabraxas]

Amun-Ra Talon Abraxas Hymn to the God Amon-Ra from the Cairo Papyrus 58032. “The splendid God, Lord of all the Gods, Amon-Ra, Lord of the Thrones of the Two Lands, Foremost in Ipet-sut, splendid Soul Who came to be in the beginning, Great God Who dwells in Truth, Primordial God Who engendered the first Gods, through Whom every God came to be. Most unique of the unique, Who made all that is, Who began the world back in the First Time. Whose features are hidden, yet frequent His appearances, and there is no knowing how He flowed forth. Gloriously powerful, beloved, majestic, mighty in His theophanies, magnificent, powerful Being through Whose being each being came to be, Who began becoming with none but Himself. Who brought light to the World at the Creation, great Solar orb Who brightens the sunbeams, Who offers Himself so that all human beings may live, sailing about above without being wearied. Early riser Whose ways endure, Aged One Who rises at dawn with the vigor of youth, Who reaches the ends of eternity, circles about the sky, traverses the place below to brighten the world He had created. Amon-Ra, the God Who fashioned Himself on His own, Who created Heaven and Earth to His desire, eldest of the ancient ones, most eminent of the exalted ones, greater than all the Gods, Virile Bull with sharp horns, at Whose Great Name the Two Lands tremble. Eternity arrives under His power, He Who reaches the far end of Eternity. Great God Who began Existence, Who seized the Two Lands through His strength. Ram-headed Majesty in ancient guise, with mien more pleasing than all the other Gods, Wild Lion with glowing eye, Lord of the raging fire against His enemies. Ancient Nun Who revealed Himself in His own good time to bring to life what came forth from His potter’s wheel. Who steps across the sky, traverses the NetherWorld, and at dawn repeats His practice of the day before.”

[thereader-radhika]

Amenhotep II and Rajendra Chola I

There are some similarities between Pharoah Hatshepsut and Ko-Parakesari Uttama Cholan.

Both became rulers during turbulent times.

In Chola country, there were some succession issues that are still unknown to us and a young heir (Aditha Karikalan) and the king (Parantaka II, Sundara Cholan) died back to back.

In Egypt, Thutmose II was a physically and mentally weak ruler who died young. His sister-wife (yes, incest 😫) and stepmother of his infant son Thutmose III, Hatshepsut, became the baby's co-regent and later independent King. She died when Thutmose III was 24.

Both stabilised the economies of their states and led administrative reforms.

They groomed their heirs very efficiently. Hatshepsut's stepson Thutmose the Great and Uttama Cholan's nephew Rajaraja the Great would go on to become extremely successful rulers.

Amenhotep II and Rajendra Cholan, the successors of these Kings, would try to malign the reputation of Hatshepsut and Uttama Cholan.

When he was made the co-regent at the end of his father's reign, Amenhotep II chiseled out or replaced Hatshepsut's cartouches (royal seal), destroyed pharonic statues and covered up her monuments. Rajendra Cholan's Thiruvalangadu copper plates say that  "paternal uncle (Uttama Cholan) coveted his (i.e., Arunmolivarman's) dominions".

Why did these kings do it? Didn't Hatshepsut and Uttama Cholan bring their fathers (possibly Rajendran too) up and train them for well? If they were problematic, couldn't Thutmose III and Rajaraja I have outed them from power? Arulmozhi Varman was supposedly so beloved that people were begging him to become the king. Hatshepsut and probably Uttama too placed the army under the command of their heirs.

At the same time, we don't have any reason to believe that Hatshepsut and Uttama weren't nice and their successors were anything but respectful. Thutmose was actually really fond of his stepmother (which was ofc covered up Amenhotep). Rajarajan named his son Maduranthakan. We will revisit this at the end.

It is interpreted that the reasons weren't troubled past or personal relationships. It is the future, the legacy. It comes across as extremely conceited and arrogant but kings placed a lot of importance on their lineage. It is the sole thing that differentiated a random talented person from the king. Establishing a line of succession was only second to having the support of the army. If they didn't know much about ancestors or if they were unremarkable, kings would even claim the legacy of gods and mythological heroes.

By excluding Hatshepsut from the list of kings, Amenhotep established himself and his children as the legitimate successors of the throne.

Ahmose I - Amenhotep I- Thutmose I - Thutmose II - Hatshepsut - Thutmose III - Amenhotep II - Thutmose IV - Amenhotep III  . . .          . . . you get the idea.

Similarly, by setting a narrative that the Chola crown always belonged to his father who magnanimously bestowed it upon the uncle temporarily, Rajendran ensured that he or his successors won't be troubled by Uttama's line.

Amenhotep and Rajendran didn't bear any personal grudge against Hatshepsut or Uttama.

Though Amenhotep tried to erase proof of Hatshepsut's reign as an independent king, her statues and inscriptions as the King's daughter, Chief Priestess of Amun and the Great Royal Wife were left intact. In fact he stopped those attempts too, immediately after he consolidated his rule.

Uttama Cholan is praised as an ideal man and king even in Thiruvalangadu plates and other inscriptions don't say anything bad about him.

Applying (his) mind to (the devotion of) Sarva (Siva), utilising (his) wealth in the act of performing his worship (employing) all (his) retinue in the construction of houses (i.e., temples) for him, and directing (his) subjects to (regularly) perform his festive processions, (showing his) wrath (only) in the killing of enemies and (distributing his) riches among virtuous Brahmanas, that king (Madhurantaka) bore on (his) broad shoulders, the (weight of the) earth.

Esalam copper plate, which was made at least after 25 years of rule (total reign 30 years).

Madhurantaka [Uttama], who wanted to re-establish on earth the auspicious path of justice that has slipped owing to the power of Kali.

But the story doesn't end here.

Sanskrit introduction of Leiden Plates aka Anaimangalam plates which is assumed to have been added later in Rajendran's reign praises him even more.

When that chief of kings went to heaven, the son of Gandaraditya, King Madhurantaka, he, of powerful arms and famous as Mahendran, protected the earth which had the ocean for its girdle.

The curious factor to be noticed here is that this grant doesn't mention the titles of either kings. Uttaman is mentioned as Maduranthakan and Rajarajan's son isn't Rajendran, Mummudi Cholan, Gangaikondan, or Kadaram Kondan- he is just another Maduranthakan. This might be the rare occasion of humility we see in him.

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