The Ouroboros | gniaes`.`seaing...gnihtyreve ni slobmys.symbols in everything...

The Ouroboros | gniaes`.`seaing...gnihtyreve ni slobmys.symbols in everything...
Land is not responsible for "Hugh Manatee's" doings. ALL of us are responsible for our own environmental sustainablility

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Nany


Archaeologists found this papyrus in the burial of Nany (NAH-nee), a woman in her seventies. She was a chantress (ritual singer) of the god Amun-Re and is referred to as "king's daughter" (probably meaning she was daughter of the high priest of Amun and titular king, Pinodjem I). As was customary during the Third Intermediate Period, her coffin and boxes of shawabtis (figures of substitute workers for the afterlife) were accompanied by a hollow wooden Osiris figure, which contained a papyrus scroll inscribed with a collection of texts that Egyptologists call the Book of the Dead. The ancient name was the Book of Coming Forth by Day. It is more than seventeen feet long when unrolled. The hieroglyphic inscriptions were written by a scribe, and the illustrations were drawn and painted by an artist.

The scene depicted here shows the climax of the journey to the afterlife. Nany is in the Hall of Judgment. Holding her mouth and eyes in her hand, she stands to the left of a large scale. Her heart is being weighed against Maat, the goddess of justice and truth, who is represented as a tiny figure wearing her symbol, a single large feather, in her headband. On the right, Osiris, god of the underworld and rebirth, presides over the scene. He is identified by his tall crown with a knob at the top, by his long curving beard, his crook, and by his body, which appears to be wrapped like a mummy except for his hands. At his back hangs a menat as counterweight for his collar. In front of him is an offering of a joint of beef. Jackal-headed Anubis, overseer of mummification, adjusts the scales, while a baboon--symbolizing Thoth, the god of wisdom and writing - sits on the balance beam and prepares to write down the result. Behind Nany stands the goddess Isis, both wife and sister of Osiris. She is identified by the hieroglyph above her head.

Nany has been questioned by the tribunal of forty-two gods about her behavior in life. She has had to answer negatively to every question asked in this examination, often called the negative confession. Examples of her denials include: I have not done wrong. . . . I have not killed people. . . . I have not told lies. . . . I have not caused weeping. . . . I have not done what the gods detest. . . . I have not made anyone suffer. . . . I have not made false statements in the place of truth. In this scene Nany has been found truthful and therefore worthy of entering the afterlife. Her heart is not heavier than the image of the goddess of Truth. Anubis says to Osiris, "Her heart is an accurate witness," and Osiris replies, "Give her her eyes and her mouth, since her heart is an accurate witness."

In the horizontal register above the judgment scene, Nany appears in three episodes: worshiping the divine palette with which all is written, praising a statue of Horus, and standing by her own tomb. Nany had a second papyrus roll with texts entitled What Is in the Underworld (Amduat) wrapped into her mummy in the area across her knees.
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like
Tom Petty
the big brother
I never got to have
Music touches my soul
an only way to connect with people
As I perceive, it’s so difficult for me to interact
as much as I care about people, I admit I have serious social developmental problema
on top of the emotional situation.

“The Situation.”…period

My highway companion. I’m solitary, spend my time running, running and hiding. it’s genetic

like a coyote



‘they murdered King, (MLK) when he spoke out on Viet Nam’
Rage, Zack De LaRocha

what is real is not real and what is not real is real
convoluted
makes no sense

what is happening across the world

I felt a slight tremor, and didn’t know if it was real or not
when you have hallucinations, there is a lot of unseen energy going toward trying to achieve the appearance of functioning normally. hearing things. have learned how to hone in and identify
eventually figure it out
many things take much longer for me to assimilate

intangible
freak

getting sick at 11 has been sinking in lately too, in a kinder way
kinder to myself
trying to forgive my crazy behaviors bursts
it’s getting so much better as I get older.
I look forward to it. Hope the old shell holds out
this soul is ready to complete a second half (almost) of a life to go

It's only going to get better as the light burns on

NAH Nee
holding my eyes and mouth in my hands in judgement

so ah stay away
myown liddle private idaho

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Bears



The cats were making an awful lot of noise, too much noise for small cats, so I got up from a ridiculously early bedtime to check on things. It was still just getting dark. Out the window, the missing birdfeader spoke volumes of mischief. I snuck a peak through the side door, and a huge black bear butt was busy with something under the deck, with tiny face in tow. I turned on the light, and the baby looked right at me, not afraid a bit. Mama bear ignored me, licked up the last of the black sunflower seed and left. Her departing hind quarters revealed TWO baby bears on her tail.

I move to the front slider to see them off, and next she's coming back up the deck stairs. I turn on the light again, and she freezes. Turns around and they take off at a relaxed pace.

I kept getting up the rest of the evening, looking out the window at the hunk of suet in the surrounding darkness, wondering how to dispose of it properly. Lobb it into the woods? Freeze it? yuk Throw it away? - it would reek and attract the bears.

No worries, by morning she'd taken off with it.

No bear worries for Nano.
That little face looking up at me a blessing forever.

Monday, January 21, 2008

November 14, 2006

Been sober. Nada alcohol. One year.

The Cape

8/29/04
The fog comes rolling in
along
through the cut
with hope and job
look forward to
the job coming to me
it's in my heart, my mind, my soul, so
it's out there incarnating
through the stars
blackness shining down
potential of
moon draws shadow
full of portence
across the fallow
yet - importance
wind draws clowd cover
across the skeye
(can't remember - who am I?)
in a twinkle of an eye
beaten down to ocean breeze
go out and hang with some sleeze
in a local bar at ease
pass a drink, if you please?

It's not of the physical plane

and it makes me question my sanity
constantly
it's like a stray belief, orphaned,
latching onto a stranger as parent
a nuisance
dreams of eclipses
seeing the black night luminary again
and again
waning in and out
there one time, forgotten the next
perennial, permanent, fleeting, cherished & sacred
and gone
perseid meteor shows on Burke's Mountain Sunday
at nine
time wears on, wpeeding up, slowing down lessening
further my capacity to see the difference between a spectre and reality

Monday, January 14, 2008

American Bald Eagle














It was soaring, circling effortlessly, following us as we disturbed the wildlife walking through the woods. Yesterday, in a clear, tall, windless blue sky.