30 Days of Sobek: Day 4 – Myths about Sobek

As far as I’m aware, there are no surviving myths about Sobek, save for the Roman period Book of the Faiyum, which centred around Sobek-Ra and His journey through the sky. It’s very much Sobek-as-Ra in the Faiyum, and it is a fascinating text, from the snippets I’ve read about it. The book is as much a map of the Faiyum as it is a religious text. It has to explain the sun differently because it sits to the west of the Nile, and the sun rises and falls over the lake, not the Nile. So there’s some fascinating concepts and imagery that I would love to explore more deeply, including Nit as a hippopotamus, protecting Sobek as a crocodile on Her back.

But this is a hard text to study, simply because hardly anyone publishes any research on it (in an accessible-to-me way), and a full translation in English is nowhere to be found. So most of what I know about this text comes from a 51 page article by Horst Beinlich, which seems to have been part of a larger book I can’t find anywhere, that breaks down the text and describes each of the sections and what they contain. What’s in that article from 2013 is literally all I know, and all my google-fu can turn up.

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New stock on Etsy + actually writing books omg

Just a quick update for you to let you know I’ve put some new stock up on Etsy today. It’s a few altar tiles, and a pair of shrine kits. Check them out in the shop, or over at the blog.

Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see go up there, and I’ll see what I can do.

Also, I am not just pondering writing books anymore, I am actually going to do it. I’ve been pondering writing books, particularly a Sobek devotional, for years now, but I made a promise to myself late last year that book-writing is what I’m going to focus on this year, and as of now, that seems a lot more possible due to, well. Things are in the works. I’ll post more about this when things are more certain, and I’m closer to having finished manuscripts.

So the books I’m going to be working on are Pasithea’s City, and the accompanying book of Masrai’s myths, hymns, and rituals. (She wants rituals now, so. That’s a thing.) I’m in the process of typing up Masrai’s myths now, and getting them out of the journal and onto the computer. I did 4.6k last night, and I’m taking the opportunity to expand and edit the myths as I go, so I can shape them into something more substantial than what they are now, as they won’t be confined to the page limit of a paper journal.

I’m also going to be working on a Sobek book, this one focusing perhaps more on the whole Sobek of Shedet thing, and the Sobek/Heru thing, along with rituals and hymns and other stuff I’ve gathered over the years. I’m still sketching out the structure for that, but that’s the other major project. More updates on that when it’s more than a bunch of notes and scattered files on my computer.

Other than that, I’m working, dreading the oncoming heat wave, and generally getting on with life.

Cosmology and Practice

Apologies for the radio silence of late. I’ve been working, and I’ve been sick, and I haven’t had enough mental energy to think of anything substantial to update about. I do have some things I do need to post about, but they’re not quite ready yet. In the meantime, this is a post about cosmology and how it relates to my practice. I wrote it for the Kemetic study group formed over at The Cauldron, and I’m posting it here for posterity, and so others can have a read of it.

Usual caveats that I’m not a reconstructionist, and this is just my weird way of making things work apply. Definitely not a scholarly piece by any stretch of the imagination. This is ~4k words of anecdata. Treat it as such.

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Mysteries of Wesir

The Night of Death

The Mysteries of Wesir: Day 2 – The Night of Death. More on this tomorrow.

It’s been a long weekend, it seems, in terms of rituals. I had rites for Hekate on Friday and Saturday, followed by Samhain/Parentalia on Sunday. Monday marked the beginning of the Mysteries of Wesir for me, and apart from a short rite in shrine, I’ve spent the day hemming altar cloths. I’m trying to keep the Mysteries themselves quite subdued (as much as possible) because it will be long and hard, and I don’t want to burn out. Simple candles and libations every day, at the very least.

In many ways, it’s been a strange few days, though I’m not going to write about everything here. A full write-up of my Hekate and Samhain rites will be over at Navigating The Star Forest. But suffice it to say, my relationship with Hekate has shifted considerably. I feel like we’ve shifted beyond foster parent and fosterling, and become much closer. The omen I drew for my Samhain rite seemed to confirm this, so in many ways, I’m not surprised.

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[Myth] Sobek Writes Of The Birth Of Heru

This is what Sobek’s been chattering to me about all afternoon. I finally got around to writing it. Not quite what I originally had in mind, but it’s still pretty damn good, I think.

Sobek sits in the shade of a large willow tree, the waters of the Nile lapping gently against the banks. He takes up parchment, ink, and reed pen, and begins to write:

I have lived my life in the Nile. I know it as Hapi knows it, as if it were part of me. I swim its waters endlessly. I know every creature, god, and netjeri who lives in these waters. It is my life blood as it is the lifeblood of the people who live beside it. When the floods come, I ride their energy to the Delta, watching the life-giving silt spread all over the land, taking back the red land for Wesir.

I am the Lord of Kom Ombo, who lives in his carnelian temple at Bakhu. He who rages against isfet, and who guards the night boat from the demons of the Duat. I am the crocodile in the Nile, the strength of the King, and the one who forever watches. My eyes see all that exists. My teeth are sharp and brutal. I can tear flesh and bone, break bodies, and expel all that is no longer wanted. I am the fastest swimmer; none can beat me as I move through the waters. No one can navigate these waters as I can. I am Sobek, and I have seen the very first Zep Tepi.

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End of year musings

It feels like so much has happened between January and now. In some ways, it’s been a really turbulent year, and I feel like I’ve been in an almost perpetual state of chaos. Good chaos, mind; it’s not like nothing productive has come of this period, but it’s still been somewhat stressful to go through all that and come out the other side.

I was going to do a separate post on Yule for PBP, but I don’t think I’ll bother. I’m not feeling up to writing another half dozen blog posts right now, so I might just draw a line under PBP for this year and begin work on next year’s posts. I still got a lot done, though. I feel like November and December were so busy I didn’t have enough time to think about blog posts anyway, so maybe that’s something to keep in mind for next year. More writing in advance and not continually second-guessing everything I’m writing.

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T is for Telling Stories

In some ways, I feel this is an odd thing to write about, as it isn’t something I do very often. I’m not just talking about mythology, either. I’m talking about new stories, mythological fanfiction, if you will. Because I feel it’s something I should do, in the sense of making new stories and making old stories more approachable. That, and Sobek hasn’t got a lot of mythology about Him, and I’d like to rectify that.

And now I feel really pompous for saying that, but I feel like it’s such a natural thing to do, to tell stories about the Gods to show what They’re like. That’s pretty much what mythology is.

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An Account of Creation by Sobek and Heru-sa-Aset

A/N: Written for the prompt ‘myth’ for AU bingo round two; and also because Sobek told me to. This is my/His version of creation; it isn’t an authentic Egyptian myth, but it is inspired by them.

Creation:
An Account of the Creation of the Cosmos
by Sobek the Crocodile God, and His Twin/Son Heru-sa-Aset, the Shining Sun.

At first, there was nothingness. It is easy to imagine it as pure darkness, but that is not entirely accurate. It is easy to think of it as dark matter, but that is not entirely accurate either. It is matter, in a manner of speaking, and yet it is nothingness. The Creator had created Zirself, had come into being by thought alone, and now the Creator existed in the nothingness of space, from nothingness into nothingness.
The Creator did not yet have a name. At least, Zie did not have a name or form that had been revealed. The Creator knew it in Zir heart, but did not speak it. The sound was not to be heard yet, so it was hidden away. Zie was the Hidden One1.
At the centre of this nothingness sat the great Cosmic Egg2, which had been laid moments after the Creator had come into existence. It contained the Creator’s twinned spirit, Zir child, and Zie would tend to it with dedication and care until it was time for Zir to be born.

For a long time, and for a moment of time, this was all that existed. Until the Egg hatched.

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