So last night I was preparing to meditate, and I wanted a
candle to watch as I did so, to add to the trance state. I looked at my
ancestor altar, and wasn’t feeling it. I looked at my Babalon shrine with all
her candles and I seriously considered it, but nah. I looked to my shrine of my
main man, Thoth. The god who has always been good to me and has seldom given me
bad advice. So I lit one of his candles and did my thing.
My thing being playing a bone rattle for about fifteen
minutes. While I did I had a vision of myself, at least someone I once was. I
was a terribly thin man, his bones sticking out against his dark skin of deep
reddish-brown. He was sitting on a comfortable blanket of rainbow colored
weave. I looked up and saw myself to be in a temple, like Karnak, with many
carved pillars. But it was more of a courtyard without a ceiling, and the sand
blew through on gentle night breeze. I was sitting with my brethren, all of
them priests of Thoth. Many had shaven their heads as I had. We were all high
as fuck, having drunk a couple of jugs of lotus wine, and we were all sitting in
front of a small brazier in which we burnt cannabis.
And we were having a good fucking time! We were all jamming
on some kind of drum, or rattle, or even just banging together sticks. We all
played like fools smiling and laughing and gazing up at the stars.
Then today I find out about the mummy of a priest of Thoth
being found in Egypt. I’m not saying the vision coincided with the event. It
was found back in February, but I only now first heard of it. I think it was a
reward from Thoth for playing for him. Because knowledge itself is a reward
which I enjoy deeply.
