First Steps onto the Kemetic Path

For those who are new to the Kemetic path, things can be quite daunting.  Where do you start?  Where do you go?

It’s okay to be confused!  We’ve all been there, me included.  I’ve gotten questions much similar to the ones above lately, and it has inspired me to write a short post in order to give people a starting point.  This won’t be extensive, it’s just a way to get your feet wet!

So take a breath now and think.

Consider what brings you to your interest in the Kemetic faith.  What gods are pulling you, if any?  This is a good time to write a small journal and get your thoughts down if you wish!  Just know that you’re not doing anything wrong if you are unsure about these questions, they are simply reflection.  Even so, it’s a helpful exercise!

Here are the basics:
  1. Live in ma’at.  This is the most important part of this faith.
  2. Communicate with the gods.  Even if you can’t set up a shrine, try to speak with them.  Greet Ra in the sunrise.  Greet Djehuty/Thoth in the moonlight.
  3. Research.  There is so much to learn!  You can read up on a particular god, or you can read about making shrines.
  4. Participate in the community.  Be it on Tumblr or elsewhere, it’s very good to interact with others who share this fatih!  You can learn a lot from one another.

I found that keeping a blog or a journal was an excellent way to keep me on track and to put my thoughts in order.  Your mileage may vary, but just know that this is your path.  Make it how you want!  Start slow, work up, and enjoy the process.

If you have further questions, please leave a comment!

Holidays the Kemetic Way

You’ve seen them around my blog already.

Various festivals celebrated the only way I could, making do with what I had, in the only places I was able to.

When I celebrate various Kemetic festivals, namely those centering around Bast(-Mut), I can only truly do so in the confines of a hotel room.  I will set up my travel shrine and find food to-go from any nearby restaurant, plane snacks, or hotel diners, which I can then share with the Netjeru in shrine.

Sometimes I’ll put my icons out in front of a window to greet Ra.  Other times I will process the statue around the tiny room.  I always find a way to make do with what I have, and celebrate whichever way I can!

As the years go by, I’m participating more and more in the Moomas festivities, including a card exchange in which you see a few resting in my shrine.  I drew such a beautiful image that I sent out on custom-made cards, and I look forward to doing even more with these festivals someday!

Come the day I have my own house, I plan for large celebrations with cooked feasts and decorations galore.  But until then, I make do, and I enjoy the time I spend with my gods no matter what the circumstance.

Baking cakes for the birthdays?  Why not!  Singing loudly with sistra ringing?  Yes please!

The fact that everybody can celebrate the festivals their own way makes for such beautiful variety.

I embrace it.

Before Ra She is Angry

Today is a Procession of Bast Before Ra, She is Angry.  We are meant to bring beautiful and delicious offerings before Bast to be in Her favor during this day, and yet, it’s late and I have some other things going on.

I cannot, in this state of tiredness, do much for the anger of Bast.  However, I did wind up doing something right by Bast-Mut today.

I started a keto diet recently and was doing good for a while, but then I needed food bad (I live in various places as a flight attendant, commute to another state, don’t have my own car, etc) and cheated on my diet with Chinese food.  WOW.  

Ever since I had cheated on the diet, I felt HORRIBLE.  I felt guilty.  I was putting myself down.  I WAS EATING MY HEART.

I cheated more.  More guilt. More heart eating.

Today, in lack of proper food, time, and more guilt for having eaten cereal for breakfast (the only thing I had), I didn’t eat anything until just now.  Roughly 12 hours of tiny snacks and a small bowl of cereal.  I was starving myself for lack of proper keto food.  For guilt.

My real mom knocked a bit of sense into me, as we were following the diet together, and told me basically to screw the diet, you are starving, you need to keep your metabolism going.

And then as I sat here eating my sandwich and dedicating it to Bast-Mut, I finally felt that jab of an angry goddess who has been teaching me AGAINST eating my heart these past years.  I thought I had finally gotten over it but here I was, doing it in a different way.

So while this has nothing to do with the festival, it does have to do with an angry Bast-Mut.  She is angry because She loves me so much.

And as we share this sandwich together, guilt-free, I feel that yes, I have appeased her.

I am Beloved

While the website was born as a desire to round up information on Bast-Mut, it has turned into even more than that.  It has turned into a blog in which I can share my experiences, and know this, my experiences aren’t limited to just Mother alone.

I am beloved of two wonderful Netjeru, both Mafdet and Heru-sa-Aset.

They tend to fall more on the quieter spectrum (save for that one week after Wep Ronpet when Heru was buzzing around with energy!), but they are no less important to me in my life.

Mafdet comes to me, sometimes with the head of a cheetah, sometimes a serval, and She usually means business.  I’ve seen Her described as a “smaller, pointier, Sekhmet,” and gosh that is just so true!  I know there is some warmth there, She’s not business all the time, and yet I feel She always has my back and that I am always protected by Her.  She is primal, fierce, strong.  I still work to understand Her fully and I feel Her through emotional impressions.

Heru had also been quiet for a couple of years, and only recently did He speak up.  After Wep Ronpet, I felt so much energy coming from Him, and our communication was amazing at that point.  He would ‘talk’ to me, and I get him strongly in visuals and also emotional impressions.  I received a very delicious cookie at a hotel during that week and oh boy did He want that!  He got His cookie and He was pleased.  He is a King, and also has serious business to attend to, yet I do get more of a playful side to Him.  He likes to joke a little and tries to keep things more lighthearted.  Still, He protects and watches over me.

I’m considering making each of them their own little page on this site as I have done with Mom.  They deserve all I can give them for all the love and protection they have shown me.

Being Her Solider

If I were to describe my relationship with my Mother, Bast-Mut, besides the obvious of being Her daughter, I would describe it as both loving as well as formal. She is still Bast, retaining all the love and joy that is within Her domain, but in Her role as Queen, She is demanding of respect and reverence. She doesn’t allow me to make excuses most of the time, and yet I still do in some cases (I’m working on that.)  If I have a full bath or shower present, I’m required to do the full purification before senut and I’m not allowed to shorthand that.  Despite many of these small requirements, I am also Her child and She does relax Her rules when She knows I’m doing my best with what I have.

She is warm and accepting, and there are many times where I’ve felt Her actually embrace me while in shrine.  In Her presence, I am brought to tears, making me shake a little, making it hard to speak.  I feel Her piercing gaze seeing the whole of who I am, and loving me despite my flaws.  As other children of Mom have stated, She is kind of hard to grasp at times and can be hard to define.  Get to know Her children in order to understand Her.  All I can work from are my own experiences. That is enough for me.

And yet, I am still Her soldier, and my duty is to Her and to Ma’at.always.  This is the formal part of our relationship.  I’m still to watch my actions, to help and aid others when I can, and to perform on Her behalf.  I know that it is in my future to become a priest, and I know it is Her will to have me continue to serve both Herself and the community. I have many years to go, but She is a Goddess, and She is ever patient.

She is the joy and light of my life, and if I ever stray and feel that all is just my imagination, She steps in with both a hug and perhaps the smallest of slaps like a mama cat would to her kitten.  Shame on me for thinking She wasn’t there!  She is the flame that keeps me going on the darkest of days, and I am ever blessed to have Bast-Mut in my life.