So today’s prompt asks where Sobek stands in terms of gender and sexuality, historical or UPG-wise. I’ll try to keep this short, because I could speak about this a lot if you let me get away with it. I’m sneaking in a little late today, but that’s okay. I need time to revise tomorrow’s anyway. What I’ve currently written is a mess of idk! So. On to today’s prompt.
Sobek has always been considered to be Very Masculine. He has a very fecund sexuality, and His epithets attest to this, and His appetite for women. He is never shown as anything other than male, and has a great generative power within Him. This generally matches up with how I have come to see Him, too.
That said, His mother is queer af. Nit was historically seen as both male and female, or two thirds female, one third male. The few experiences I’ve had with Her have supported this assessment, and She is fabulously, and unapologetically queer, at least to me.
Bowie surrounded by immortals. Represented (beginning left and circling right): Hekate, Nit/Neith, Masrai and Bast, Set, Anubis, Antinous, Kernunnos, Artemis, Dionysis, and Hermes. The plate at the front with the bi pride band has pennies for the dead. Because I am that sort of traditional when it comes to ancestor shrines. There must be pennies for the dead.
It hardly feels enough. Sometimes, I worry about my shrine-building propensity. But once I thought about adding one queer and/or liminal god, gods of margins and boundaries, to a theoretical shrine, They all wanted to get involved. Set thinks this is more important than Wep Ronpet, hence He is here, and not on top of the naos with His siblings. Wep Ronpet happens every year; this happens only once. Or so He says.
I guess this is staying up for the next 68 days. At least my heart is a little calmer. I’ve done something, even if it feels inadequate. It feels like the sort of thing only gods can handle. But perhaps even a little something is better than nothing.
A black candle in a starry cradle to light the way, a blue bird to rise to the heavens, and a bed of sweet incense that you may be surrounded by the sweet perfume of the gods. May cool water aid your flight. May you never thirst.
I think I meant to have this done for last year’s rite, but it somehow never quite got done. So. I finished it. Actually quite a while ago, but apparently I never posted it because why would I do that ahahahaha.
Anyway. Have some Lamentations before the Rite of Elevation begins tomorrow. Use, or not, as you desire. I might do another, longer post about this later, as I have to rush off for work, but I wanted to get this posted now, before I forget, in case anyone wants to use it in their own rites.