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Silent Signs, Unmarked Paths

A wise old owl sat on an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? –Edward H. Richards

“westchenu g’ru” “the ones who stride, silent”

Unfortunately, during my passage to this new land I seem to have lost all copies of this archive which people once found so useful. So I must begin anew. That is the way of our tribe, after all, to lose everything and start over.

The Past

Every journey has a beginning; the best journeys do not end. Here is our beginning, the history of our tribe at the Wheel Renewed as recorded by Anubis Truthcatcher. Someday I may find time to pick up the work where he ended.
Also, here are all my Feralia logs, 1995-2002.

Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,Nor a friend to know me.
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.–RL Stevenson The Vagabond

Sepdet’s Lessons to Her Cubs

Stout marches lead to certain ends,
We seek no Holy Grail, my friends
That dawn should find us every day
Some fraction farther on our way.–RL Stevenson

Of Our Tales

Ancient Egypt: The Mythology includes Twelve Myths of Ancient Egypt originally published in Tales Told in Ancient Egypt, by Roger Lancelyn Green.

Of Writing (netjer medw, sacred words)

Sepdet’s greatest sorrow is that, bane-scarred, she is no longer able to write and teach the sacred writing. But perhaps you may learn from other sources.

Of Names

You may wish to take a Name (, ren) for yourself from one of the gods, as many do. My own small word-list may be helpful in designing deednames. But if none of these feels ma’at for you, then consult this king-list of Pharaohs and their stories for inspiration.

Of Anpw (Anubis, Yinepu)

Anubis the dweller in the mummy chamber, Governor of the Divine House, layeth his hands upon the lord of life, the scribe, the draughtsman of Ptah, Nebseni, the lord of fealty, begotten of the scribe and mason Thena, born of the lady of the house Mut-rest, whose word is truth, and devoting himself to him as his guardian, saith:- Homage to thee, thou happy one, lord! Thou seest the Utchat. Ptah-Seker hath bound thee up. Anpu hath exalted thee. Shu hath raised thee up, O Beautiful Face, thou governor of eternity. Thou hast thine eye, O scribe Nebseni, lord of fealty, and it is beautiful. Thy right eye is like the Sektet Boat, thy left eye is like the Atet
Boat. Thine eyebrows are fair to see in the presence of the Company of the Gods. Thy brow is under the protection of Anpu, and thy head and face, O beautiful one, are before the holy Hawk. Thy fingers have been stablished by thy scribe’s craft in the presence of the Lord of Khemenu, Thoth, who hath bestowed upon thee the knowledge of the speech of the holy books. Thy beard is beautiful in the
sight of Ptah-Seker, and thou, O scribe Nebseni, thou lord of fealty, art beautiful before the Great Company of the Gods. The Great God looketh upon thee, and he leadeth thee along the path of happiness. Sepulchral meals are bestowed upon thee, and he overthroweth for thee thine enemies, setting them under thy feet in the presence of the Great Company of the Gods who dwell in the House of the Great Aged One which is in Anu.

Of  Wepwawet

kindred spirit of Anpw, the Opener of the Ways, guardian of the Valley of the Dead, dread guide and stern teacher…more, I am not permitted to speak.

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.		 This be the verse you grave for me;
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
– RL Stevenson

A Book of Wisdom and Lore

Kinfolk Caroline Seawright shares in-depth teachings on many Egyptian gods, plus (towards the bottom of this papyrus) beginning lessons in ancient Egyptian writing.

To Seek More Lore…

The Guardian’s Egypt has been the chief Weaver-archive of Egyptian lore, language, mythology, art, and more since the dawn of this strange invocation called the Web.

The Road Continues…

Light the fires
And close the door.
To the old homes,
To the loved shore,
The far-farers
Return no more.

–RL Stevenson,
The Far-Farers