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I am Sobek, who dwelleth amid his terrors. I am Sobek, and I seize like a ravening beast. I am the great Fish which is in Kamui. I am the Lord to whom bowings and prostrations are made in Sekhem. And the Osiris Ani is the lord to whom bowings and prostrations are made in Sekhem.

The Book of the Dead, The Chapter of Making the Transformation into the Crocodile God

(via per-adu)

The honour that is paid to the gods lies, not in the victims for sacrifice, though they be fat and glitter with gold, but in the upright and holy desire of the worshippers. Those who strive to do good, therefore, are pleasing to the gods with an offering of meal and gruel; the bad, on the other hand, do not escape impiety although they dye the altars with streams of blood.

Seneca the Younger, De Beneficiis 1.6.3, circa 56-62 CE. (via honorthegods)

We are Heathen. We don’t tell our gods how big our storms are, we remind our storms how big our gods are.

anonymous (via lovenaturelikebears)

I’m holding on to a lot of anger, built up over years; When I finally let go, it wont be drops, it wont be a spill; It will be a tidal wave.

Voxx (via killthebxy)

The ancients thought of death as the essential prelude to life. The two form a polarity; one is meaningless without the other, and they alternate in all spheres of nature – among men, animals, vegetation and stars. Death is passing from one kind of time to another – from life yesterday to life tomorrow. What is in the Underworld belongs to death, but it is in a state of becoming, where the ‘form’ or shape of things is given in which they will later “appear.”

Myth and Symbol in Ancient Egypt by R.T. Rundle Clark (via obsidianservant)

I think of my lord when the water flows slow and the moon shines on it
There’s four tunnels and they all lead to somewhere
but I’m caught in the middle as this old man tells me a story
It’s a story of his feelings and family,
his troubles and worries
I’m left feeling bewildered as the tale comes to an end, and he looks onward.
His form changes and soon his snout is pointed and regal
he stands before me and wills the moon off like a flame
“It’s time to wake up.” He says, and the world we’re in dissolves.

typhonian (via the-typhonian)

The next time a scorpion bites you, you might try this.
Recite:
I am the King’s son, the eldest and first, Anubis; my mother Sekhmet-Isis came after me forth to the land of Syria, to the hill of the land of Heh, to the nome of those cannibals, saying, ‘Haste, haste my child, king’s son, eldest and first, Anubis!’
And you lick [the bite] with your tongue, while it is bleeding, immediately; then you recite to some oil, you recite to it seven times, you put it on the bite daily; you soak a strip of linen, you put it on it.
Unlike churches, the temples were never filled with crowds of lay worshipers. Only the highest priests could enter the holy of holies and approach the god.

red land black land (via the-typhonian)

The smoked sky hung low, leaving only a small space between clouds of smog spreading high and the scorched ground. In the midst of chaos that the subsiding disaster left after itself, stood a hill on the top of which the darkness grew thicker, gaining volume and taking the formm of a massive dog. The color deepned and the silhouette came to life, growing rough pelt that was darker than the pitch-black background. Only white teeth tore apart the gloom that absorbed everything – Anubis was smiling.

Anubis Smiles (via the-typhonian)

The crocodile is potentially malignant and a threatening force and, very likely, its capacity to incarnate a divine being depends upon this dangerousness. At a certain time, and in certain places, the Fayyum people started to worship it, preferring to pacify its nature through offerings instead of fighting it.

Sobek of Shedet The Crocodile God in the Fayyum in the Dynastic Period by Marco Zecchi (via obsidianservant)