Early Christians were repulsed by Anubis and outlawed mummification. The writer Tertillian claimed that the Egyptians practiced a “despicable religion” in which the worshiper is “led like a slave by the greedy throat and filthy habits of a dog.” It seems odd that Anubis should be scorned this way. It is true that his two emblematic creatures, the jackal and the dog, were in the ancient world notorious scavengers.
But one of the main functions of Anubis was to release the human body at death from the uncleanness that possessed it. He washed the body, embalmed it, and perfumed it with myrrh. He wrapped it with clean linen and received it at the door of the tomb – to the Egyptians Anubis was “Lord of the Cleansing Room.” As the ancient Greeks and Christians did not embalm the bodies of their dead (and to them death itself was considered to be a mysterious and terrifying thing), they unfairly associated the holy Anubis with disease and decay.
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O spirits that guide a man through the dark halls at death, guide me safely in life past sorrow and hopelessness, steer me from fear and anger.
Let me always know the reason for my becoming.
Let me hear what gods hear, see what gods see.
When the sun is blotted from the sky, let even a small light shine to guide a man’s feet.
Let me stand in light, bathe myself in light, clothe myself in light.
Let me sit in the lap of gods and hear words of comfort.
Let my spirit be stronger today than it was yesterday, my heart more peaceful, my mind more fertile, my hands more gentle.
Let gods touch my face.
Let me go forth shining.
Let my feet know the way.
Let me walk and pass though fire.
For I have made a reckoning of myself, things I have done and said and of my intentions;
And I love for nothing but to live as a light within, to come forth by day with the gods singing.
https://cowofgold.wikispaces.com/Coming+Forth+by+Day
(via the-typhonian)
Oh jackal Anubis!
Show me the road through darkness (the Duat).
I have passed through this door into nothing.
Nothing grows and nothing dies; all that was and would be is.
This life is a singular breath and your passive eye is time.
The ankh in your one hand, the knife in the other.
In dark corridors we pass, a pair of jackals black as the night around us.
We are beastly forms made beautiful by moonlight, beheld by the gods.
Together we are twilight and dawn.
I am the left eye and he is the right.
We behold the things the gods have made, down a road few men have walked.
https://cowofgold.wikispaces.com/Being+Led+by+Anubis
(via the-typhonian)
It was feeling of being undone,
One of such emotion you realized,
You had no idea what you had caused.Upon that spiral staircase,
That traveled millions into the air,
You’ll stand at the top of it,
And cast eyes upon the rest.At the bottom of that case,
Had fallen a young mortal.They had dashed up the stairs,
Chasing for your hand.Yet the Fates said otherwise,
A young snake had slide across,
There the mortal slip,
and fell to their death.You watched as the blood spread,
and realized they had no idea,
What exactly they had done.So you travel down those,
Infinite amount of stairs,
and bring them back up,
As they gaze up at you,
With such marvel in their eyes.That’s when you realize,
Why you had done this.Together you climb up the stairs,
The mortals hand tied,
With yours.
When the Gods see we have fallen (via ai-in-the-heart)
Girl, bite. Girl, devour. Girl, don’t forgive.
Girl, stay angry. Girl, be selfish.
Girl, walk away from him when he raises his hand.
There is no place that can handle you,
but you must go anyway, to the hills,
the mountains, the cities.
They’ll call you monster,
and they’ll be so right.
Girl, show them.
Girl, run your hands along the
wound and seal it with your
heat. Cauterize.
They thought they could get to you.
They thought they could take you
and make you small.
There may be bruises but you are
no little thing.
Girl, show them your claws.
Show them your wings.
Rise.
Show them your army of injuries
who have come to fight.
Show them the others like you.
Take over the city. Own the mountains.
Bite the hand and the one
behind their back with all the good stuff.
Girl, show your teeth.
Never forget what you can do with them.
Girl | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)
[…] Each evening at twilight, Anubis would take a break from embalming the murdered god and leave Osiris’ corpse alone for a short time. Seth, watching from a safe distance, observed Anubis’ movements, and one evening, seeing his chance, transformed into the jackal-headed god and slipped past the guards, who failed to recognize him. Unchallenged, Seth stole Osiris’ body and fled, sailing off down the river, soon after pursued by Anubis and his entourage, who quickly realized what had transpired. When the two gods met, Seth transformed into a bull to intimidate Anubis, but Anubis caught Seth and tied him by the legs, before severing his phallus and testicles. Anubis then carried Osiris back to the wabet, and imprisoned Seth in a place of torture.
http://garryshawegypt.blogspot.com/2014/04/little-known-egyptian-myths-seth-steals.html
(via the-typhonian)
Anubis was the guardian of all kinds of magical secrets. In the Papyrus Jumilhac, he appears as the leader of the armed followers of Horus. His ferocity is a match for the violence of Seth. In magical texts of a similar date, Anubis is named as ‘Lord of the Bau’. Whole battalions of messenger demons are under his command. In the magical papyri dating to Roman times, Anubis acts as the main enforcer of curses. The gracious deities of the cult temples are scarcely recognizable in the pitiless gods and goddesses encountered in everyday magic. (…) A story in Papyrus Jumilhac (c. 300 BC) explains the custom by relating how Seth once turned himself into a panther after attacking the body of Osiris. Anubis captured and branded the panther, creating the leopard’s spots. The jackal god decreed that leopard skins should be worn by priests in memory of his victory over Seth.
Geraldine Pinch
(via the-typhonian)
Don’t pretend to be what you are not, don’t refuse to be what you are.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (via lazyyogi)
Be thankful every morning, for you never know where your life will take you. It won’t be everyday that you wake up happy, in a place where life is fantastic and nothing will bring you down. Celebrate the days when you know you will be ok, and love the people who make your life beautiful. Life is as good as you tell yourself it is, make it fantastic.
Everyday by Amy Kennedy
04/03/17
(via satiricalwords)
The Gods are smiling upon you, young one.
They walk along each footprint you
Leave in the sand.At the finish line they stand there
Proudly waiting for you and eager
To embrace you.They have so much in store for you
And their love for you is overflowing.
The Gods await you (via ai-in-the-heart)
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