Dedicate a piece of jewelry to them and wear it all the time
When you’re emotional, write a letter to them until your hands start to hurt
Make them a cup of tea and sit down across from it and just talk
Make some time to sit in ritual in silence and just feel them
Wear their colors for them and let them know you did it for them
Orgasms are great offerings
Take care of yourself physically and pamper yourself while you talk to them and visualize them helping you (example: washing your hair, doing your nails)
Magic is made from passion, so when you need an extra kick in the spell, visualize them touching you and whispering in your ear all the passion that you need
Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.
Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.
Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!
O, Set, Mighty Sovereign of the Red Sands,
Lord of the Oasis, Master of Foreign Lands,
Shaker in the Sky, Praise to you Raging Storm,
Who defeats the foes of Ra and stains the dawn.
“Chief among these expressions is “to put god into one’s heart,” also renders as to “place” or “give” god into one’s heart. This expression is so typical of the new movement that we can legitimately accord it the rank of a self-designation and eequate personal piety with “giving god into one’s heart.”
The active embrace of god is the third stage of the “history of the heart” discussed in chapter nine. In the New Kingdom, the interventions of the deities into human affairs were no longer considered to be restricted to warfare or political history in the broader sense of the term. They extended into all aspects of personal life. Cases of miraculous healing, as well as of sudden sickness and misfortune, came to be interpreted as manifestations of divine power; life as a whole came to be seen as the object of divine attention and guidance….. Accordingly, the Middle Kingdom ideal of the “heart-guided” individual is replaced in the New Kingdom by that of the “god-guided heart.” The heart is no longer inscribed by society with the norms of ma’at, but has taken god into itself. This ideal reflects a structural change in the concept of ma’at within a transformed religious context that now sets god and the world against each other and that sees the world as emanating from the creative, animating, and destiny-forging will of god. Ma’at no longer refers to the principle of immanent justice, but is now the expression of a form of connectivity stemming from god’s will. “Being just” no longer means integrating oneself into the network of the community via self-effacement and solidiarity, but now requires giving oneself up in humility and obedience to the will of god, who, as Amenemope declares, “gives ma’at to whom he pleases.”
She Who Presides Over War is neither cruel nor cold. Yes, fire burns in Her eyes but it is both the burning building and the candlelight. She is both lost blood and transfusions, the gunshot wound and the gauze. The pain that strengthens and the healing that comes after. Warm hands whispering over scars.
She sees the needless violence and She soften’s humanity’s hearts and stitches together every screaming cut. She sees the oppressed and steels their skin so they may fight alongside Her, Protectress of Divine Justice, for equality and peace.
She loves in the way veins empty: fiercely, and without end. Lady of Blood and Fire is strength, is love, is the fight for something better.
Remember the deity that rocked you to sleep all those nights. Feel its hands tenderly caressing your face, perhaps brushing away a stray hair. It may have hummed a strange melody and it soothed you. Remember the feeling of safety and security of its presence. Now, seek out the same deity. Whistle the tune it used to hum to you. Tell it all the stories you remember it telling you. Go and get a coffee together or something
The old Gods are not dead
They are not sleeping
They have always been here, watching
Letting humans practice their free will
Helping those that are wise enough to ask
And blessing those that remember Them
Before I even knew the word kemetism I was interested in working alongside some of the Egyptian deities. One goddess had caught my eye; a strong beautiful warrior lioness who took down enemies with the swipe of her claws, Sekhmet. During the time I was doing this research and dwelt into possibly working with Sekhmet, I was going through a rough emotional time. To avoid much detail; I felt weak, used, and controlled and I wanted revenge on those who made me feel that way. I wanted to rise above them, to conquer them and give them no more power over me, to show them how I was stronger. So of course Sekhmet was the perfect goddess I saw fit to worship. She was strong and independent, what I wanted. So I prayed. I connected with her and began a fellow companionship; casual conversations. I asked for her strength and for her to lead me on a powerful path, and she delivered. I overcame the shitty feelings I had and felt like the strong thriving woman I desired to be. But there was another side. With these great confident feelings I also began exhibiting violent impulses to physically hurt those that had emotionally hurt me. But, being me, a 90 lbs 5’4 girl… I wouldn’t exactly stand a chance in a fight even if I had all the gods rooting behind me. This began to become a problem; I would emotionally lash out more often and felt like I must avenge my own symbolic death from those that had “killed” me. Sekhmet is an astounding goddess in all her glory and I still worship to her today, but I understood that worshiping Sekhmet alone can be dangerous. So who else to worship then? The answer lied in the own origin story of Sekhmet, the Eye of Ra sent to bring chaos among the people, and you know the rest. After Sekhmet fell asleep out of drunkenness, she transformed into Hathor, the loving cow goddess, a complete contradiction of Sekhmet; two sides of the same coin. The two goddess are worshipped separately but in their stories they are the same being. Sekhmet is a predator, a lion while Hathor is prey, a cow. Hathor represents joy and love while Sekhmet represents war. The two coincide with each other and are an ideal couple to worship together. Sometimes you need the strength of Sekhmet while other times you need the love of Hathor. I’m a strong believer of unity; you cannot have happiness without sadness. Living on one side of the scale is dangerous. If you’re happy all the time you’ll never truly enjoy it, you need the rain to enjoy the shine of the sun. In some occasions you definitely need one side more, but once you find that balance it’s a perfect place to stay. So my advice to anyone looking to be a devotee to Sekhmet is also look into Hathor. They are both beautiful and strong goddesses, but in different ways, both important ways.
this is excellently put, and mirrors my own reasons for seeking to begin worship of Hathor as well.
Ra, the old king of the Gods, became angry with wayward humankind and in his wrath ripped out his own eye and threw it at mankind. This divine eye became the goddess Sekhmet, who in the form of a lioness set about slaughtering humans, butchering them and drinking their blood. Ra, seeing this, realized that with her rage and blood thirst, no humans would survive her wrath and so he tried to calm her. But she refused to listen, finding too much joy in killing. So Ra then filled a lake with a mixture of beer and pomegranate juice, and Sekhmet, thinking it blood, drank the whole thing and fell asleep.
– Book of the Heavenly Cow.
Her name reflects her function and means, the (one who is) powerful. She also was given titles such as the (One) Before Whom Evil Trembles, the Mistress of Dread, and the Lady of Slaughter.
Sekhmet was believed to protect the pharaoh in battle, stalking the land, and destroying the pharaoh’s enemies with arrows of fire. An early Egyptian sun deity also, her body was said to take on the bright glare of the midday sun, gaining her the title Lady of Flame. It was said that death and destruction were balm for her warrior’s heart and that the hot desert winds were believed to be her breath.
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