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            From the “Cannibal Hymn”:   

 

            Pharaoh's Kas are behind him.

            His Hemusetu are under his feet.

            His gods are over him.

            His Uraeus-serpents are on his brow.

            Pharaoh's guiding-serpent is on his forehead :

            she who sees the Ba (of the enemy as) good for burning.

            Pharaoh's neck is on his trunk.

 

            Pharaoh is the Bull of the Sky,

            who shatters at will,

            who lives on the being of every god,

            who eats their entrails,

            even of those who come with their bodies

      >>full of magic from the Island of Flame<<

 

 

            I really don't quite embrace the idea that the more literate

            Egyptians were unduly fascinated with the possibilities of

            cannibalism or vampirism, though even civilized men breathe more

            deeply from life when atavistic hostilities are brought to

            catharsis. What this says to me is that the priests of Horus have

            dramatized a warning about the proper sense of awe that one should

            have of a theocratic monarch. The phrases "Stay out of his way"

            and "Don't break the spell" come to mind. The wisdom literature is

            full of reverence for the king, as it is hostile toward petty

            tyranny. What is interesting to me as a (however amateur) student of

            Hermopolitan philology is this line, which suggests that the Island

            of Flame ceremonies in 'Khmunu were a place where Egypt's mystical

            kalokagathoi feasted on drala, gnosis, or whatever we may properly

            call the nectar of heka invoked by these rituals. Joseph Campbell

            explained that such events can significantly enhance the depth of

            personal instinct in a psychically sensitive intellectual. Yet, the

            warning here is not to challenge the Juggernaut, despite the feelings

            of empowerment a scribe of the House of Life might have acquired from

            participation in said auspicious proceedings.  It is the prerogative of Set,

            alone, it seems, to criticize the Incarnation of Horus.  We can also see

            that the secret rituals at the sacred lake and cemetery of Hermopolis were

            “where it’s at” for the old priests and initiates of Thoth. 

 

            Bob