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SEKHMET: THE LIONESS HEADED GODDESS OF UPPER EGYPT.
In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet, was originally the warrior goddess as well as goddess of healing for Upper Egypt, when the kingdom of Egypt was divided. She is depicted as a lioness, the fiercest hunter known to the Egyptians. She is also known as the “lady of slaughter” because in her aspect as the “eye of Ra” she stained the battlefields red with the blood of humans. It was said that her breath formed the desert.
Osiris & Isis
I found you my love,
in wooden box, in Byblos did I find you,
drowned in life-waters.I took you my love,
I buried you in golden sands,
but from the deserts, the one of Chaos,
dazzling all with strength of jealousy.I found you my love,
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BASTET was the Egyptian goddess of cats. She was also associated with the home, fire and family. She was thought to be the personification of the soul of Isis. She possessed the Uraeus, the all-seeing eye of Ra, which was
used as an instrument for his vengeance. She was believed to be either the daughter of the sun god Ra, or the daughter of the air god, Amun. She was one of the most well-loved goddesses in Egypt and was worshipped
primarily in Lower Egypt.She was referred to by many titles, including ‘Lady of the East’ due to her protective nature, the ‘Female Devourer’, because of the meaning of her name, and ‘The Tearer’, as a result of her destructive second nature.
She is represented either as a woman with a lion or a domestic cat for her head.
Zachriel – Angel of Memory
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For he who holds the memory of man
For he whose arcane business is long forgotten
Why should he bless you?
If you cannot even remember his face
He who holds the past upon his shoulders
And the future in his hands
Hail Zachriel, Angel of Memory
I love these paintings because they show the warriors of the Demiurge as the alien soul-crushing creatures they are.
There is no sentimentality here. We need dirt under our nails and smoke stiffening our hair. We need salt drying on our chests, and bramble snagged calves. We need to strip our fingers of rings and throw them into the lake. We must dedicate ourselves to our forty days in the wilderness rather than our five minutes of fame. Magic must become more savage if it is to have any meaning in the world, any power. Myths are not to be draped about poetry, they come from the very substance of the earth, this is the mask we must wear. Be fierce from this understanding taking root.
