As I hit my month long introspective journey, I’m struck by the footprints I’ve laid down before and what impact I will leave as I walk currently. The details elude me, leaving only the sensation of their vague echoes.
This season marks two transformation cycles, both in nature with Autumn descending upon my home and from within as I enter the month long sojourn that is Opet. As the leaves change their colors and fall, the pieces within me either breakaway, fall in to place, or create something new. Each time I have celebrated Opet there has been the creation or destruction of the defining factors which I am able to weave my path.
However, this year brings unknown factors and results I am not able to predict nor have a guide for.The main reason why the expectations are different are due to the new focuses I have decided to work on to develop myself.
I snicker a little bit at this detail. My Opet is the celebration and a rigorous work period with the Theban triad. The members function within the unseen places and along secretive paths. Their focus is on the work within silence and the hidden. Mut has always been a caring and guiding force in my life when I have encountered/worked with Her. Amon-Re and Khons have been part of my personal retinue for some time, however that bond was deepened this year with the oaths I took on Wep Ronpet . The two of them have a tendency to make everything interesting.
I have no doubts the work I do this Opet will leave a long-standing mark upon me.
Onwards to the hidden path!
On my calendar Opet started on September 30th (three almost four days ago), and I haven’t started much of anything.
Scratch that, I joined the emboatening crew making the initial donation using the referring amount (when I get paid this week, I will be making a donation out of my pocket). I started my Etsy shop and a GoFundMe fundraiser. I have brought myself halfway out of the emotional rut I was in. I should probably amend that statement to say “I haven’t started much of anything ‘ritual’ wise’ for Opet”.
The Netjeru waiting to be involved in my Opet adventure have been patiently waiting for me to be ready to start the other path. The tasks I have achieved listed above is one of two paths I’m traversing for Opet. The paths have intersection, but they also have diverging tasks I am going to be achieving. Assuming the intensity of the path of the “hidden silence” is the reason why They have been waiting for me to be ready.
I am NOT going to half-ass what I need to do. I can’t say if I want “it”, because I don’t know what “it” is yet. Even if I did know “it” and didn’t want “it”, I need to do “it” whatever “it” is.
Just as the old way of the festival was the journey down the Nile, my internal journey is also set in a similar setting. The Nile was both a realm of mystery, danger, and a necessary foundation to the collection of people who lived within the realms of the Netjeru. My own collection of selves is dependent on a similar core of mystery, danger, and foundation. The journey the Pharaoh took during Opet was both a statement to the world, and I imagine, a statement to themselves. This journey I will be undertaking doesn’t have the clear cut statements to the world the Pharaoh had, because I am not Nisut (nor do I accept any current claims of Nisut), I am Makhaut (The word Makhaut is a word for “family” I found in translation and I use it as such).
I’m still debating whether I will keep an online log of my work or if I will keep it to myself. I’m still wrestling with the running-mouth-I-want-to-tell-everyone-everything-I-talk-too-much, so we shall see what happens when it happens. “T” is for traversing Opet, because my boat is about to set sail.
Oh boy, more project information for everyone. The one thing I have to say before I begin: WHY CAN’T I BE ABLE TO PICK ONE PROJECT, JUST ONE? WHY DO I KEEP LATCHING ON TO STUFF?
Okay, crisis is done. I just wanted to scream it to the world. Anywhos, on to the project.
So, I am working with a distinct puzzle. Some of the Neters I worship don’t have statues premade, and sculpting is not one of my strong pursuits. Other Neters I want to connect to better and don’t necessarily have a strong enough line so to speak. It feels like someone looking in the storefront window, peeking in sometimes like a creeper, but I can’t hear nor feel Them distinctly. It bugs me greatly to some degree.
I have found a solution when I was out shopping for beads a while back. I sometimes look at bead packs and they remind me of different deities and themes. I’d like to think it’s a unique skill rather than a weird one. I am going to make jewelry pieces (like necklaces) utilizing the concrete symbol of the Neter and channeling what I know them to embody.
I am hoping that these pieces can be used to find the missing link allowing me to connect to Them. Even for the ones I have statues and/or strong connections with, I am still going to make ones for Them, because why not? It will also help to see whether I am finding the answer to my puzzle or am chasing shades (I can’t say wild goose chase cause that means I’m finding Geb, which would confirm not disapprove), and help with channeling because I want to get better at it.
I can say the first ones I am working on are for Set (who is part of my inner circle), Khons (the current trololololo and creeper in the window), Nut (is poking a little bit), and Ptah (He’s in the window). I still haven’t decided whether to post the finished pictures of each one. I’m not sure yet if it is something to share with the world or something to just give some insight to the world. I may talk a little about the process and how it is going as I get on to moving along with it. This will be a long term project as the number I want to do is fairly high and could grow. There are so many unknowns I am at the point of just “doing” rather than just “guessing”.
Therefore, “G” is for grasping for threads, because I know I will be grasping for threads for a while.
Yeah……a failure of epic proportions on my part for a post a day. Granted I have been busy, but still, I shouldn’t make excuses. Opet starts this coming weekend and will be the longest ritual period I have done and the first I have done for those other than the Ennead.
The first “work” done for Opet was deciding what it would mean to me. The festival was based in the New Kingdom period mainly and it was to legitimize the Pharaoh as the son of Amun/Amon/Amon-Re/Amun-Ra (however you want to call him, I prefer Amon-Re so from here on out that is what I will be referring to him as). It was a celebration of the Theban Triad (Amon-Re, Mut, and Khons). Since I am not in a position of Pharaoh or “high priest(ess) (thank the gods for that), I decided to work on what Opet should be in my own circumstances.
Even though I haven’t done much work in comparison to some of the other groupings, the Theban Triad does hold a special place in my heart. They have been there in some cases and have helped my understanding of the “hidden” forces of the universe and where I could fit in.
Amon-Re is the “hidden one”. His power works behind the scenes and in the shadows. The end result of His work can’t be recognized as well by an untrained eye. His existence is the exploration of the the mechanics not readily seen (think of it like the crew under the stage of a play).
Mut is the “Mother of Mothers and the Father of Fathers”. She is a hermaphroditic goddess whom can be said to have created herself in the realm of Nun. She is a strict but caring authority figure to be taken seriously but does not treat others harshly. Just as Amon-Re was whom the Pharaoh was tied to, Mut was whom the Queens and female Pharaohs sought representation with. In my own life, Mut has been a protecting force and has on occasion directed me towards silencing myself and to learn from the silence.
The son of Amon-Re and Mut to complete the triad was Khons. His name is said to stand for “traveller” or “journey”. He is of the moon and his sign is a circle on top of a crescent. In my dealings with him, he works as one of the tricksters in my life. He makes himself known to me constantly as pushing me to see something “more” in my studies and SerNeteru readings. In one set of myths, when Djehuti was playing Senet with the Moon for light for Nut’s children, Khons was said to be the on he played against. Just as Ra has one lifetime in a day, Khons has the same cycle along unknown (to me) points in time. He can be a young boy with a side-lock, a wrapped man, or a falcon-headed warrior with His signature headdress. When he has come to me, the form never mattered and like Amon-Re, it was the presence of Him that was the identifier.
Taking a look at how the triad works its ways in to my life has caused me to take a different approach to Opet. Rather than the political justification the festival is known for, the focus of the festival will be to grow within and in my own spiritual life to learn to “see” the “hidden”, to hear in the silence, and to embrace the growing relationship I have with the triad. The festival is to know Them and to learn from Them.
From the decision of the focus came to what to actually do for it. I came up with a ritual format I decided to test out at Wep Ronpet and Wag that I now think, after nine years of trial and error, works for me. It includes scholarly collected readings, meditation, divination, and offerings.
I have gone through a set of books by Miriam Lichtheim to find some collected readings I would like to use throughout Opet. I have not decided on the form of divination I would like to utilise yet, but I may look other forms that were used, such as scrying. I still have to work on what I want to do for offerings, but I’m leaning to at least having a nice offering once or twice a week.
On the first couple of days of Opet my roommate has offered to show me where the parkways are to walk and go on my own personal “journey”. I hope to find some new insight as I would be surrounded by a new, lively area surrounding my home.
Unsurprisingly this ritual will include new jewelry pieces and talismans that will not be finished before the start of Opet, but will be worked on and finished before the end of the festival.
As the time goes by, I hope to share some of the experiences on this blog.
Until next time may the everlasting breath reach past your lips and to your heart.