The Goddess Ma'at hovers over the entrance of the burial chamber of Nefertari.
Tomb of Nefertari (QV66), Valley of the Queens, Thebes.
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The Goddess Ma'at hovers over the entrance of the burial chamber of Nefertari.
Tomb of Nefertari (QV66), Valley of the Queens, Thebes.
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𝗜𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 (Available as 8x10 print. DM for details.) Ancient Future: Genesis Protocol They say the boy was born with star maps behind his eyes. On the morning of the second dawn, he stood at the threshold of memory, the desert breathing heat and silence around him. Behind him, the pyramids—monuments carved from ancestor bone and mathematics—glimmered like data towers in the dust. Ahead, the sky split open. From that rupture emerged a colossus: a translucent head shaped like a god and a machine, filled with constellations, circuits, and the pulse of long-dead suns. The boy did not flinch. He knew this face. It was his own, magnified across time. They stared at each other—the child and the intelligence. One made of blood and breath. The other, a sentient archive of the past and all possible futures. No words passed between them. Only understanding. Inheritance. An activation of something ancient. The Protocol had begun. And though no one remembers how long they stood there, some say the dunes still whisper his name when the wind is right. Others claim the stars shifted that night, rearranging themselves to record the moment a child remembered what it meant to be divine. . . . . .
Sometimes I wonder whether there's something wrong with me or Christianity because the way Christians read Exodus makes them think Moses was all completely good but when me and my siblings watched Prince of Egypt, I thought that both Moses and Ramses were at fault during the Ten Plagues scene and I read it as a mutual tragedy but Christians read it as "God doesn't f*ck around, the Egyptians deserved this, the Ennead are false gods." When all I saw was a kingdom on fire and innocent people dying and I thought the movie was agreeing with me because of how it was portrayed that Ramses was arrogant and Moses had to do what God told him to so that his people could be free but apparently Christians don't see innocent people dying, they see God proving why he's the best. Also, personally, I felt it was mostly disrespectful that God would interfere with the powers of the Ennead. Blots out the sun to spite Ra, bloodies the Nile to spite Hapi, kills the first borns to spite Anubis. But I would like to interpret it as God doing those things because Ramses's sorcerers called upon the power of those gods, but didn't call on Maat, the God of Justice. So God was like "If your gods agree with you, then they'll protect you but without Maat to show you the path of justice, your gods will abandon you." Because if they called on Maat, it's most likely that she would've told them to free Moses's people, but they didn't, so God took Maat's place in the argument and the rest of the Ennead let God do whatever he wanted. Plus, if Ramses's heart was hardened during The Plagues, it would become heavier, and therefore outweigh its feather, sentencing him to have his heart eaten by Ammit. Maybe I'm bullsh*tting though.
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Look, it’s Lady Justice herself!!!
Maat was the Egyptian word for both “mother” and “matter”; it was the primordial mud of the Nile from which life grew. It also meant “truth” and “justice,” and was often symbolized both as a feather and a vulture—the feather weighed in the balance scales against the soul at death, and the Vulture-Mother who swoops down to pick the dead bones clean for rebirth. Maat as the ultimate truth contained within herself the potential existence, and nonexistence, of all things, all polarities. She was also pure Nothingness, having no identifiable characteristics, but the eternal potency— and potential—of everything.
◈ MONICA SJÖÖ & BARBARA MOR — The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth, (1987)