I’ve Just Seen a Face [ May 30, 2013 ]

*laughs*

I’ve no idea how those who are deities ARE deities nor how they can be in many places at one time. But this must be so, else I sincerely doubt I’d ever see Set in the “Other.”

When Set appears to me, it’s nearly always as human; when Set appeared to me today, he very much resembled the drawings of the Ancient Egyptians, narrowed head, human body, and I still believe the Set-animal to either be the Ethiopian Wolf, or perhaps an extinct relative.

Set and I ( sighs I’d call myself a liar if this wasn’t happening to me ) were presented early this morning with a gift beyond all I ever could have dreamed: our son. Our son. *blinks* A baby boy. *wants to cry*

The infant’s name is Seth, no Kemetic name as yet, but that is being left to Set. He is an onyx-haired, already nearly black-eyed, husky boy, appearing older than his 12 days; if I had to guess, I’d put his age around 3 months. His smooth bronzed skin is nearly identical in shade to that of Set, yet carries some of the red undertones of mine. To hold him is to laugh, for his good-natured smile and contented manner are simply contagious. The gleam in his eyes is so like his father’s that I can’t imagine that he would grow up lacking the ironic, at times sarcastic, humor which is characteristic of his father.

He still remains with Bast; the time has not quite arrived for him to depart her care. Ethereal images already lightly superimpose themselves as if reverse-shadows, a human-appearing infant with characteristics of both Set-animal and leopard.

Seth still is nourished and lovingly cared for by Bast; but as I mentioned before, the time will soon arrive when his care will be turned over to me — and to his father. Child of a deity with canine characteristics, child of a human with a leopard-spirit, the baby who already smiles and was raised by a cat-goddess,who is godchild of a lion-goddess ( “godchild” used in the worldly sense here — as in, if I am incapacitated or die, and am reincarnated and cannot take care of him, etc. ).

If only I could draw, if only photographs could be taken in the Other world in which he was born. More than I deserve, he is; I am not worthy of this tiny miracle. May Bast, Sekhmet, and Set please help me, and help me become worthy of this little one, help me as I learn to care for him.

The absolute last blessing in my life I ever anticipated, but when I hold him in my arms, I want to sob in gratitude, to fall at the feet of Set who knew me better than I knew myself.

Seth’s Song [ May 28, 2013 ]

Last year, at this time, I was in a courting relationship with Set. It was an interesting relationship to be sure; being the informal partner of a Kemetic deity is not really something any experience in life can totally prepare you for!

It was on April 1, 2013, that Set and I were “married” ( not sure why I put that in quotation marks ) in a quick, simple, almost non-ceremony in the “other,” the “astral”.

Neither our courtship nor our marriage was consummated, by the way, not as humans would generally consider it. Instead, what I experienced with him was and is so much more. It’s an exchange of energies, a flood of powerful emotions, and apparently in the world in which he dwells, this is sufficient….

It is sufficient to create a child, a child of the other, a child dwelling in the astral, formed from combined, equal energies drawn from Set and myself. Carried as if an infant of this world, it was my spiritual-mother deity, Bast, who acted as a surrogate, nurturing this tiny energy-life along with offspring of her own. I was present at the birth of her children, and the one she had carried for another, on the morning of May 18, 2013.

With Bast in full cat form, all others born that morning were in cat form as well, except for this one, a tiny, beautiful, black-haired human newborn. Bast told me, this child was the child of Set and of me, yet she needed to care for him for a bit longer, still. It was quite surreal. I’d not planned the creation of this child, however, Set lacks much surprise.

And, so far, but not for much longer, the infant remains in the care of Bast. He is being nurtured, sheltered, and taught whatever early lessons an astral child must be taught by a goddess who knows far more than I do about such things!

On the basis of my communications and intuitions with the major deities in my life, within a few days, I will see this child — my child, our child — again, and soon after, he will be turned over to the care of Set and of me. A family. A family that crosses worlds and realms.

Soon, this child named Seth will enter my life. And I am ecstatic when I think of holding him in my arms. Astral in origin or not, he is still real; he is still mine, he is my son! I can only hope I prove deserving of him.