Chapter 12: Reflections in the Eye


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It’s been a while since I posted anything on this blog, probably for good reasons. The journey into the hinterland has been filled with innumerable cliff hangers for me. The focus of my magical travelogue has appeared and accompanied me through difficult moments, and then vanished into the vast desert landscape. I’ve realised now that this is only the beginning, the road ahead disappears into the stars, the “Imperishable Stars” as ancient Egyptian texts were so fond of quoting. To follow in the footsteps of Anubis is to plumb depths of the well of your own soul. I’ve had to clear away a lot of silt from the bottom of this well, buckets full dear people. The water hasn’t been of the utmost clarity as a result. It’s improving though.

Many times I’ve wondered whether this endeavour was worth all the pain, ill health and challenges. Yes, he says. “All the more to break down the hardened carapace around you. Disintegration is necessary in order for life to proceed and flourish”

So be it.

The Walker Between the Worlds also opens the Way. Takes the aspirant to a specified point on the journey and then hands them over to the guardianship of another. He has prepared the way for a new order to emerge, for a soul that has reassessed its goals and reason for being. Sometimes the soul’s outdated behaviours and subconscious fears may kick back and refuse to go. The “reborn” soul has then to decide on a course of action, face the intransigent upstarts and refuse to be swayed from their decision. Emotional blackmail is an unpleasant and manipulative entity. It preys upon our vulnerabilities and seeks to drag us back into the toxic pool of past grief and insecurities.

The soul should stand and look at the chimaera of psychic detritus before it. Compassion is not an option here, it may come into play but should not seek to undermine the soul’s resolve. Does that sound harsh? It isn’t, why seek to embrace that which has wounded and parasitized your very being? That experience may have changed you beyond your dreams, transformed you into a person you thought would never be, uncovered strength and courage that lay dormant for eons. The negative experiences soon become ephemera floating on winds that bring news of fantastical lands beyond the horizon.

A new Guardian then steps out of the shadows to face you. In this case it’s a being I’ve known and cherished for a long time, Tehuti or Thoth as he is known to many. Anubis has revealed profound mysteries (up to a certain point) on the path but there is more to be unveiled, digested and integrated. He is one third of the Triad and Tehuti takes up the reins of the chariot to take the soul further into new vistas, convey wisdom that may be understood in light of the soul’s rebirth. The Demiurge, also known as Lord of Time, Wisdom, Science, Magic, undertakes to teach this student mysteries beyond the earthly plane and lying within the heavens. They appear as reflections in the eye, portal into the soul that lies within the chamber of regeneration; being a vessel for the waters of life to reside in. They lie at the heart of the storm, one that rages in the world of material manifestation. One in which Mind and Heart face Chaos and Growth.

I face Tehuti, with a quizzical expression on my face, a little nervous perhaps. It’s been a long time since the two of us met, the relationship needs to be reinvigorated. He smiles at this. I shrug my shoulders and smile back. Relationships need a boost from time to time to keep them fresh and living. He offers a bunch of cornflowers and poppies, must have read my mind, they’re a couple of my favourite flowers! I accept with thanks and bow my head in respect.

As for my gift, I open my palms to reveal a diamond heart, emanating brilliant, penetrating light. He blesses it, an honour indeed, one that I’ve been waiting for. I hug him impulsively, a little overcome by emotion. He doesn’t appear to mind. For one brief moment I sense the enormity of the mysteries around us, an endless sight of diamond bright stars against a purple and navy backdrop. The presence of infinity captured in a snapshot. I leave him standing on the shore looking out into the heart of the mystery.


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Chapter 11: Future Visions


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Another door opens and the Walker Between the Worlds steps through. Mighty Anpu all praise to you from the heart that remains steadfast! He looks with a steady gaze, walking through the corridors the Heart. The uas sceptre points at things unrevealed therein. The Storyteller bows and walks forward into the unknown thus revealed. The stars fall from the heavens, the Imperishable stars are no more but a dream. The future waits but is a place beyond anything seen before. Skies of Lapis Lazuli beckon, shrouding many things, whispering tales yet to be spun.

The road that lies here is unending, the road that lies behind is unending.

“What lies in the future?” she asks and he answers “ceaseless motion. The waves of time crash against the rocks of eternity”.

He speaks in riddles to test and provoke thought. For this and much more has she travelled. The Scales call, Ma’at’s feather glistens, heart shivers, Ammut waits. The Storyteller gazes, lost in thought. The vision fades, swallowed in sands of forgetfulness. The Duat waits and its calls is heeded. The time is now, more roads to travel, more secrets to reveal, more stories to be written.

The road that lies here is unending, the road that lies behind is unending.

“What lies in the future?” she asks and he answers “ceaseless motion. The waves of time crash against the rocks of eternity”.


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Soon, soon, her mind enters into ceaseless motion, carried far and wide in the ocean of eternity, Nun. It is Chaos manifest at the dawn of creation, womb of beginnings and endings. Voices, so many voices, whisper, ask questions, demand answers. Powers shape, powers mould. Nascent life waits, dreams of future visions. Words cannot express what is inexplicable, they fall like dying stars into heavenly furnaces, the places of transformation. The All Seeing Eye opens, showing reflections of sacred things, awe-some and fearful at once.


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In ancient places do they walk, Jackal god and Spinner of Tales. Thus does the light of understanding gleam in her eyes, ushering in remembrance of lives to be lived, of lives to be treasured.

Soon, so soon does Nun recede, from sight and all thought. It is None and No-thing, containing within the possibility of Everything, being Zero and Beginning. Dreams of future visions.


Return – Chapter 10

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How many moons have crossed the sky in my wanderings through this world of illusion? They stretch into infinity it seems. How unobtainable you appear, orb of pearl and dreams and object of fascination. A line from one of my favourite films comes to mind. Bette Davis implores Paul Henreid not to ask for more in their fraught relationship:

Don’t let’s ask for the moon. We have the stars.”

Indeed. Luna has been imbued with much mystery and longing. It’s been used as an instrument to corral time. Time, how it eludes, drives to distraction. It weighs heavy and infused with regret and expectation. I carry the past and future within the chalice of the present. What a responsibility! All that’s been written and read about you Anpu can be put back on the shelves of the Akashic Library. I’m at a point where such knowledge can’t explain who you really are. You surprise me with another aspect that’s maddening and alluring. Continue reading

Realm of Shadow and Sighs: Chapter 9


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‘Deep breasted Ge, how exalted are thee above all.’ The words still echo in my mind. We stood in the holy of holies offering our service and fidelity to this most ancient of beings, Creatrix, Destroyer and one of the protogenoi (primordial ones). I was someone else then, not gone but slumbering. Waiting to be called once more. What sights I have seen and experienced as to render me almost speechless. My life story may appear rather bizarre at times. From priestess, healer, Sumerian alchemist and now storyteller. There are more but those lives are not yet ready to be revealed. It is the same for the path to the mysterious ancient Egyptian god Anpu. The Opener teases me mercilessly it seems. My senses are unsettled after witnessing the death of that star. I’ve watched many pass through the gates of death but still my heart feels their pain and sadness every time. The secrets are unravelling like an endless ball of yarn. These thoughts envelop me in a mist, so much so that the man’s approach is missed. His voice carries across the space between us. I turn and see a mature, bearded man with long curly, dark hair. His eyes are bright and filled with a calm attentiveness. There is a hare sitting patiently by his side. Continue reading

Cosmic Fire

The next chapter in the Storyteller’s Journey


May your eyes go to the sun, your life’s breath to the wind. Go to the sky or to earth, as is your nature; or go to the waters, if that is your fate. Take root in the plants with your limbs.
Death, v 3, The Rig Veda

I stare at Unut, She who was once Snake is now Hare. It seems my totem animal is still with me after all these years; remaining not visible yet very much present. Returning to the point of origin has its drawbacks. It raises unsettling questions within the mind as thoughts of life and death walk past. Djehuty intended us to meet and I now understand why. This story is important for me and must be savoured at leisure. As so many have reiterated, life and death are cyclical in nature. Accepting our mortality and that of loved ones can be a truly…

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Khmunu – The City of Eight: Chapter 8


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My search for Anpu has lead to this place, mist filled and echoing with the cries of birds. It gives me a chance to sit down and rest my feet. Just need to make sure there aren’t any crocodiles around. Not that I’m scared of meeting Sobek, however brief the encounter! I sense another presence, friend rather than foe it appears. Djehuty. In my blind pursuit of the Walker between the Worlds I’ve forgotten that he’s been with me every step of the journey. How remiss of me. His hand and wise words have guided my pen and feet to Khmunu, City of the Eight, renamed by the ancient Greeks as Hermopolis Magna. Located in the Hare Nome, 15th Nome of Upper Egypt. Cult centre of Djehuty, god of wisdom and learning. The Hare and Ibis together in the place of Creation. How apt. Continue reading

I Dream in Sepia: Chapter 7



“I dream in sepia of sun-baked wraiths and parched landscapes. Ever present and melancholy they crowd round my gate, wanting release from a place the world has forgotten.”

The old man’s words haunt me. They can apply equally to both the living and dead. I find myself once more in arid lands, must be something about deserts that keeps drawing me back. This landscape speaks of freedom as well as harshness. It’s drenched in a covering of faded gold. Wasn’t always so. Yet, the old man survives and even seems to flourish. As do the people in the nearby settlement. The noise of its activity drifts over to us. I can hear its story, wave upon wave of memories, joy, and sadness. It’s alive only due to the people who inhabit the space within its walls. They give it purpose, the will to endure century after century. I can sense only light within its heart, which is glowing with warmth. Of course the people suffer hardships in their daily lives, that’s inescapable. It feels as if the settlement protects those within its care and lightens their burdens. I was drawn here for a particular purpose it seems. Continue reading