On June 6th, 2006, I was divined a child of Sobek, and a beloved of Heru-sa-Aset, Aset, Djehuty and Wepwawet. My Akhu told me they were proud of me, and that I’m a pretty strong person. They also told me to use my aggression wisely.
A year ago, I was told I was a warrior and that Heru-sa would be around.
I’ve been in a contemplative mood all day. I didn’t have much time to think about it yesterday, and I did have my divination at 1am my time, which brought the date over to the seventh.
I want to go back to my morning rituals. I want to find ten minutes each morning to say my morning prayers to Them, and say goodnight to them each evening. While Senut is nice, it’s not something I would ever feel comfortable doing every day. I’d rather save Senut for more formal times.
And in the meantime? Live by Ma’at, be true to myself and keep fighting. I am not a warrior if I am not fighting.
I’m strong. I’m capable. I’m intelligent. I’m compassionate. I’m transgender and genderqueer. I’m pansexual. I protect those I care about.
Sobek em iti. Sobek is my Daddy. There is a crocodile at the very core of my being, silent and ever watchful, capable of great violence when needed and a tender carer for their young.
His sound, His voice, I feel it in my bones, in my heart, in my flesh, in my mind. To me, it is the heartbeat of the earth. To hear it is to become part of the earth, to feel its coolness, its heat, its darkness, its rough soft hard dangerous nature.
Sobek is ancient, far beyond the history of Egypt. He is old and wise and quiet and still and just there. Always there. Sometimes I can’t hear His voice, but that doesn’t mean He’s gone away. He never leaves. He’s always there, waiting until I can hear Him again. He’s a part of me like I am a part of Him. I am forever His child.
Heru-sa… I don’t often feel Him, but I know where He is. He sits behind my head and guides/protects me. He is strong and proud and fiery. He has honour.
Aset… I will always love Her. She took my hand and led me to Kemet. Even though She scares me, and can seem a little distant, I can’t stop loving Her. She is everything to me.
Djehuty… He is ever so close to my heart. He has named me “IbDjehuty” — Djehuty’s Heart. That bird is cheeky and wise, and I have much to learn from Him, I’m sure.
Wepwawet… He is not well known to me, which I am sad about. But He doesn’t seem to mind that I have a Yinepu statue in shrine for Him. He wants a complete set of canopic jars. I must get to know Him better.
I hope this year to get to know Heru-sa and Wepwa better and make more of this blog than it is now. More regular posts on all manner of topics, while keeping my far more personal things elsewhere.
So here’s to another year of figuring out stuff, and as a child of that great crocodile.