A New Challenger Has Appeared!

While I am sure almost everyone following me follows them, I wanted to talk about some cool things SatSekhem and The Twisted Rope have been doing. Namely, A Year of Rites, a project consisting of daily ritual, and a set of monthly rituals to make ma’at, smite isfet, honor the akhu, and to bring propitiation to the Eye of Ra. This is also starting to evolve into festival rituals, such as Sat’s ritual to Ptah on His 11 day journey to and from Karnak.

I want to publicly thank them both for sharing this work, as it’s been pretty inspirational for me. My favorite part of Kemetic Orthodoxy’s daily ritual is the big space in the middle that can be anything one wishes. Yet, this open space can be very daunting for a perfectionist like me! I’ve gone through a lot of iterations of Senut practice over my seven years in the House. These rituals, along with the Wesir Richard Reidy’s Everlasting Egypt have inspired me to start rethinking my personal devotions once again.

The most recent version of my Senut has been almost purely meditation. I’m chronically anxious, and this has helped me greatly in keeping those thoughts in check, as well as in hearing messages from the Netjeru. However, it has lead to a bit of same old, same old, which is pretty detrimental to actually growing my shrine practice beyond it’s weekly-to-every-few-weeksly state.

I will continue to strive toward my goal of daily Senut, by making performing these rituals my goal for the month of February/III Peret:

  • On the 1st, I will do a variant on TTR’s Wepwawet ritual, to usher in the new (secular and liturgical) month. It is also the festival of Ptah at the Half Year tomorrow, so He will have special prayers as well.
  • On the 4th, I will be joining in the Making Ma’at rituals that other Kemetics are hosting alongside the new moon.
  • On Wednesdays, I will be hosting a voice Senut on the House of Netjer Discord.
  • On the 6th, I will do an Akhu ritual.
  • On the 14th, and again at a House gathering on the 17th, I will be holding ritual space for Sekhmet and the Day of Making Health and Long Life.
  • On the 19th, I will perform a propitiation ritual for Sekhmet-Hethert and Pakhet-Bast, in conjunction with the full moon rituals hosted by others.
  • On the 25th, I will perform an execration in honor of the Ptah as the day’s chronokrater, “Ptah-Sokar Who Weeps in the Sky”.

My rituals will not always be the same as those done by TTR and Sat, but I hope to be able to check back in and share where they deviated.


Up and up.

The last few years have helped me learn to love mundanity.

I’ve moved from living with roommates, to living with a family I built from scratch, which has taught me a great deal of things to love and hate about simple life. I’ve learned that I love making dinner every day, I’ve learned that I hate a dirty kitchen. I’ve learned that decorating is fun, even if buying is not. I’ve learned that making even basic tasks a devotion to a higher power makes anything a little more bearable.

Even when it isn’t terribly active, the shrine of Alewife Brook brings me joy. The presence of my gods, the spirits, and my ancestors permeates the room and the house that holds it. No matter where I turn, I find some small peaceful place where they watch over me and my loved ones. Building a mundane space into a spiritually active one has been my joy. People sometimes ask about hobbies, and I sometimes feel like mine is building up my religion.

Underneath the surface layer of chaos – and there always will be some with me – my life is finally beginning to stabilize. As I wrote last fall, I am learning to create again. Even though nothing has been as grandiose as my plans tend to be, I am loving the work. May the spark become flame, and may I focus it through to completion.

New Moon in Libra

New Moon in Libra

At the end of every shrine rite, I tie the doors closed with a red ribbon.


A joyful year in the shrine of Alewife Brook

This ribbon is the seshed band, a Kemetic Orthodox amulet given by the King over the New Year’s holiday. Historical seshed bands were often metal circlets bearing the uraeus, however they could also be made of linen (often red) and given as gifts to favored courtiers. In the Kemetic Orthodox practice, the Nisut (AUS) will write wishes onto each end of the seshed band. For myself, I wished for a healthy and joyful year.

Turns out to get that you have to work for it.

My physical body has been much happier of late, but my emotional self is processing a great deal of change. I’ve changed behaviors, cut and edited bits of who I am, lost friends and gained new ones. I’ve moved house, started living with people who are chosen-family, and am now in the process of moving away from the industry I love to a career path better suited to my emotional needs.

Sometimes I feel like I have edited so much of who I was that I can’t find my core self anymore. And with that thought, the Unseen comes knocking. Constant reminders of what I have neglected need not be a punishment, but an urge to get back on the right path. For me, that comes in the form of re-growing my spiritual life (which I have been working on since Wep Ronpet came and went) and my creative life.

My need to survive trumped my calling for years. My last post on this blog was about my work as a scribe, which I have long since neglected. Earlier this week, I drafted a poem. I’ve started working on a base for my new Wepwawet icon, which I intend to paint after inscribing with hieroglyphs. I recently started fiddling sculpey, and with beads. Yesterday, I carved and dressed a candle to formalize my intentions to create.


Lavender for peace, rosemary for protection, honey for sweetness

Today, I am writing a blog post.

I’ve had a lot on Seen world influence to move back to myself. My friends in the House of Netjer – Ubenetsenu, Rev. Sobeqsenu, and Neshnytyinepu deserve special mention; my supportive if confused nestmates Ryan and Robin; Chani Nicolas and Beth Maiden who have become my inspiration from a far. Thank you all for your support.

Trail Blazing: Being Called to an Unusual Path

This month the Kemetic Roundtable asked: What happens when the gods throw you for a loop? What do you do when the gods present you with a situation that doesn’t seem “normal” for a Kemetic? How do you handle things when your practice wanders off the map?”

I strived, for a time, to blend in as much as I could with the Kemetic Orthodox community. It served as an odd counterpoint to my younger self, who strived to be brashly different than those surrounding her. Back then, I wanted the acceptance of my elders. As a teenager, I already feared my age and inexperience being used against me, I didn’t want to have any other oddities stand out.

In the years since I joined the House, my perspective has changed a little. For one, I now belong to multiple Kemetic communities, not one. I have friends – both Kemetic and non – who will listen to me earnestly and provide their input on my ideas and experiences, regardless of differences in traditions. The broader community has changed too, becoming more accepting of diverse views.

For a while, I’ve been presented with ideas. “Make this thing for me,” my gods have asked. “Write this myth, this hymn. Arrange this ritual. Ask the community to participate in this event.” Largely, I am expected to make these things out of nothing more than a prompt. I am asked to delve into my brain and pull an entire holiday out of it – or scarier still, to listen and write what I hear, somehow discerning what is Them and what is me.

And for years, I rejected this.

“It is too far from the path we’ve worn. It is too different from what others do. It is not historically informed. I do not want to be the subject of mockery.” But is it? Does Satsekhem not also pull holidays together from mere dates and titles? Does Sobekemiti not write the most beautiful myths? Have you not felt inspired by the ritual and song works of Shefytbast?

Reflecting on the works of these and more has helped me to walk away from the main trail. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am being asked to do something new. It is not always perfect – I will sometimes come up with something, only to have later research tell me that I have to re-write the entire festival, because I was misinformed on it. Others will question why I am doing something, and my confidence will shake until I give the honest answer, the truth of it all:

“Because I was asked.”

Because this is what pleases my gods. Because doing something imperfectly beats not doing it at all. I am building up regular shrine practice again, regular offering giving again. I have taken up writing, long since abandoned. I have immersed myself in community and building up who I am.

I am wandering off the beaten path. I am writing stories about the gods: about how They came into existence, how They fight, how They relax. I am writing and arranging rituals, to pair with those myths. I am developing cultural practices, to carry Them with me outside of shrine. When I am so lucky, I continue to read books, to talk to my elders, and to cross-reference ancient knowledge with modern ideas. I am their scribe: one who collects, creates, and curates information for the gods.

I once strove to stand out. I once strove to fit in. Now, I only wish to be myself. I’ve come to understand that those who can’t stand new ideas have no place to stand within my world, and that I am surrounded by people who – whether they agree with my practices or not – are willing to at least hear me out. If you find yourself being teased off the trail through the woods, just remember: it is okay to do it. It is okay to not do it. It is okay to do it later. No matter where you choose to walk, you will find support in the community, as long as you’re willing to look.

For more Kemetic perspectives on being called to an unusual path, visit this link to check out the Kemetic Roundtable.

Day of Making Health and Long Life

III Peret 14: The Day of Making Health and Long Life

In a world as fast paced as ours, it is easy to forget to take time for ourselves. We have so many responsibilities – making money, paying bills, caring for family members, keeping informed on current events – that our own well being is sometimes the last priority.

Today, make yourself your first priority.

Take care of your body. Feed your ka. Check in with yourself.

If you have a medical need, try to make that appointment. If it’s been a while since you had something frivolous that you love, now’s a good time. If you think that there’s something you can do to better your quality of life, start moving toward it.

Self-care comes in many forms. It is going to be different for everyone. Some people self-care by stopping, and just letting life be. Some self-care by keeping a structure that defines their days. Some self-care by eating candy; some only eat foods they know will be good for their health. Some people need reminders to take care of themselves.

Today, I plan to go to work, and to come home and honor myself. Magic accompanied by practical action: making medical appointments, accompanied by a heka to “make health and long life” with Sekhmet. Offerings of my favorite foods, to myself. Affirmative statements arranged to by a hymn, to myself. Dressing to the nines, because that is what makes me feel good. Spending time with my temple family, because they make me feel good.

How do you self-care? How do you feed your ka?

You can see more of our discussion here, on tumblr.

Relevant Reading:

Worshipping Yourself,” by The Twisted Rope.

Making Health and Long  Life,” by Sobeq.

My tumblr tag for this holiday.

They Get What They Want

alternate title: Onions are the Ultimate Metaphor for my Religious Life, apparently

In November, I decided to put on a speculative version of a festival I had been building in my mind – a Mysteries festival that focuses on Ptah-Sokar rather than on Sokar-Wesir. I had intended to plant an onion during that time, as the Day of Planting Onions fell during my Mysteries. While I accomplished most of my plans for the makeshift holiday, planting an onion was not one of them. No big deal, I thought. There will always be another year.

Fast forward to January. I was rummaging through the pantry to gather my offerings for Red Week when I spotted something odd in the corner. A green leaf. I had no idea what it was, where it had come from. I warily reached for it, only to pull up an onion – leftover from a dish made nearly a month prior – that had grown a large stalk.

Well. If you insist, Father.

My friends and I had a good laugh at my growing onion, and it got put to the side while we celebrated Set’s festival. As I set up my Senut shrine later that week, I said, eh, why not, and threw the onion into an offering dish.

Sokar, Bast, and Their Onion

It’s a funny thing. In the weeks since, this onion has flourished. No soil. No water. Minimal sunlight. Yet it’s grown a second major stalk, and branched out on the original. Last spring, I wrote about how onions can be symbolic of transformation. Now I’m starting to see something new. Onions are hardiness. This single plant is determined and resourceful. It grew from what most would have seen as dead, nothing left to give.

This onion, not unlike my relationship with Sokar, grew from nothing. Looking at this plant, I feel as though Sokar, that other aspect of my beloved Father, Whom I have neglected, is reaching out, saying: “I am here. I am growing. You are growing too. Even though you feel like there is nothing there to support you, you can grow. You have all that you need within.”

Tonight, Ptah-Sokar’s onion got planted in a small pot lent to me by my roommate. When New England’s frigid weather thaws into spring, I’ll move it outside. Come March 4th, a few sprigs will come off the plant to be offered to Bast. Some day, flowers will bloom. The onion will go to seed. And in November, come the Mysteries, Sokar will have a more formal day of onion planting.

For now, I have something beautiful, something that’s ours, and (finally) something to connect my foremost gods in festival.

Dua Ptah-Sokar, dua Bast, lord and lady of the onion field!