Binary Genders as Umbrella Genders

Words of Power

The Temple of Maát

Em Hotep!

Words.. whether they are spoken, written, thought or imagined they are very powerful tools.

SPOKEN: When we speak, our words are a reflection of our true self. Being mindful of our words keeps chaos at bay.  Just as a kind word warms the heart a bad word sours the heart.

I am not talking about “curse” words or foul language, I am talking about the intentions of your words. If you constantly judging others, critical of yourself or generally speak in the negative tense, your words are not doing your heart any favors.

What about “curse” words and foul language? Well I have a filthy mouth by some folks standards. I use all of the big dirty words on a regular basis. However I never use any phrase that wishes ill will towards another person. In that sense of using bad language, it is cursing which goes against…

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The Gods of the Land

As a native to the south eastern United States, it can be difficult to comprehend some of the deities or concepts the Ancient Egyptians conceived or founded. Where I live, rain comes year round. Floods may occur at any time, and the is no stark contrast between abundant greenery and red desert. The humidity is constant, and there are rivers, canals, bayous, and swamps wherever you go. Of course, the are plenty of other examples of environmental and even cultural differences between the ancients and my self, but I digress. When my aunt and uncle generously asked me to accompany them on a trip to the Grand Canyon and other places in the American Southwest, I agreed enthusiastically, partly due to my love of the natural world, but partly due to the opportunity to experience a climate and landscape something similar to my spiritual ancestors.

The first Netjeu I realized I had never really understood were Geb and Shu.

Everywhere are these mammoth canyons dipping and gigantic mesas protruding from the earth, monuments of nearly surreal size. I have visited the Appalachians and the Rockies, but these are blanketed in snow and foliage. Here, the bare rock of the mountains and mesas are naked in the thin air, born to the world and unashamed. The feeling of barren solidity is overwhelming–a secure stability that comes with shouldering the winds and suns of the ages. These mountains and mesas and petrified sand dunes and forests change, but it takes millennia. We do not see their transformations in our life times. There are areas here that have no greenery, and the pale golds and limey greens are scraped away by heat and dryness and stone. In their place beautiful grays and periwinkles are cultivated amongst the ancient sandstone and granite and jasper and sand. This is Geb.

And between these monoliths are only silence and space and air. Air that asks your chest and lungs to expand and stretch as you climbs the rugged rocks and sink into the sand. The horizon is blown open and dry – 50 degrees Fahrenheit is comfortable! There is so little on the ground, save Geb Himself arching up to reach His lover, that I am made aware of how large the world is. When you gaze across the vast openness from the top of a pile of rock (and they do have a natural tendency to clamber upon each other) the dust in the atmosphere creates a haze. Even still, you can see miles and miles through the light. And dear gods is there light!! Never have I seen Ra shine in such glory! Never have I seen rock sparkle (and it does so due to the quartz within it). The light encompasses the ground much as I am swallowed by the presence of Shu! For it is Shu in the light and space and air. Looking across the red and green desert, I finally understand how it is Shu that holds Geb and Nut apart. I understand how that vision came to the ancients. Here where the world is so spacious and only rocks are tall, all that lays between earth and sky is air and light and space! Never have I known Shu until this day.

And Set. I knew Set in some respects before today, but upon entering this red desert and feeling the soft and rocky sands slip through my fingers do I understand this Lord Who bears red hair. There is a seductive emptiness that begs to be kept company while retaining a lonesome ferocity.
And yet, still life prevails here. I feel Aset in its power to overcome, and Wesir in its death and rebirth when water comes. I feel Het-Heru in the joy people have, their laughter. I feel Her in the power of the Sun, and I feel Aset there too.

But I did not feel Them at first, because I have tried so hard to see them in my humid, green world that my heart was closed to Them. I had to stop and open my heart in the belly of silence, on the shore of Lake Powell, across from purple and white and gray and pink mesas and still, blue green waters.

You cannot understand this silence until it eats you. And it does eat you. You are in the belly of Shu, at the bottom of a vast dome of air. You are sitting on the cold, hard, certainty of Geb, the wind whipping away the heat of Ra. And there is NOTHING to hear save the wind. Nothing. Nothing but the voice of the rocks, and the heavy emptiness that secures your soul to this place.

Strangely enough…I know that even here, the Netjeru are present but not in Their “home”. I feel that. It is the Holy People/deities of the Navajo and/or Hopi which live here. And these gods are still well and alive and honored and worshipped by the people Who They came to. So while I feel my Netjeru are with me, I also feel these other, more overbearing presences which are native to the people and land. This is Their place. If this trip has taught me any spiritual lessons, its just how strongly land and people are tied to the gods. The Netjeru live in Ancient Egypt. They are born of that land and universe. It is a testament to Their love and power that They reach out to me, so many miles away in a land so foreign from Their own. The Holy People have allowed me to learn my Netjeru’s lessons on Their land, and I am honored for this. However, I feel I will never know my gods inTheir entirety until I visit the Nile. So, I must visit the Nile.

KRT: To live Ma’at

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