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7/20/2025, 10:39:41 PM
>From the archaeological evidence it is easy to see how Hathor developed as a Celestial Cow goddess. Her solar aspect needs more consideration but it was one of her roles from the early Dynastic Period if not before. The Egyptians recognised the link between cow and solar goddess. In the Book of the Dead, spell 17, it equates Hathor as the Celestial Cow to Hathor the Eye of Ra. Her strong solar connections are emphasised by the sun disc she wears which is draped by, and thus protected by, the uraeus cobra. It is in the role of the solar goddess that Hathor can show her more dangerous aspects. The duality of her character is emphasised, especially with the splitting off of her Sekhmet persona, reflecting the ambivalence of fire in general and the sun in particular. Although the Hathor Cow may be dangerous and unpredictable, like a wild cow, this is taken to extremes in the Solar Hathor where her protector and aggressor aspect is dominant. Like fire the sun is beneficial and dangerous, both life-giving and life-taking. It is purification and charred destruction, a nurturer of vegetation and its fierce desiccator.
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7/1/2025, 8:28:09 AM
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6/28/2025, 7:13:17 PM
Follow Love. Strive to Love. Only thus can you understand the future. What could be preferred to the Forces of Light? One's faith can be renewed as an immutable force. Faith that does not guide one's entire life is worthless. I indicate the countries that have lost their path; the machine is still in motion, but without a regeneration of the consciousness there is nothing on which to exist. New consciousness can come only from the spirit. The new force can be strengthened only through knowledge of the higher worlds. The accumulation of such knowledge will strengthen life. One may reject the most essential if one fails to consider the future! One must accept all transitions as improvements. A single flight of thought can transport us across the abyss. Even that which seems most inevitable depends upon the quality of thought. The affirmation of thought can even alter the return to Earth. The Subtle World is regarded generally as a passive state, but it need not be merely passive; it can be active as well. If it has been said, "As in heaven, so on earth," this means that there, also, conditions exist for higher achievements. We should not judge only by average measures. If the average period between incarnations is approximately seven hundred years, there can also be spans of seven or even three years. Karmic conditions themselves must yield to the hammer of the will. Thought itself is the best fiery guardian. Thought is unconsumable! Even on Earth, a man suffused with faith and thought loses weight. Thought also leads to the higher worlds. When thrown off balance, a man requests a moment's respite. This respite affords an accumulation of will. Without will there is no faith. Thus We arm people with weapons of Light.
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6/22/2025, 4:30:58 AM
>>40577958
>This is what was said to Ayem when Vivec was whole. The wise shall not mistake this.
>Ayem said, 'This is why you were born of a netchiman's wife and destined to merge with the simulacrum of your mother, gilled and blended in all the arts of the star-wounded East, under water and in fire and in metal and in ash, six times the wise, to became the union of male and female, the magic hermaphrodite, the martial axiom, the sex-death of language and unique in all the middle world.'
>Vivec knew then why he would record his Book of Hours.
>This sermon is forbidden.
>In this world and others EIGHTEEN less one (the victor) is the magical disk, hurled to reach heaven by violence.
>This sermon is untrue.
>The ending of the world is ALMSIVI.
>This is what was said to Ayem when Vivec was whole. The wise shall not mistake this.
>Ayem said, 'This is why you were born of a netchiman's wife and destined to merge with the simulacrum of your mother, gilled and blended in all the arts of the star-wounded East, under water and in fire and in metal and in ash, six times the wise, to became the union of male and female, the magic hermaphrodite, the martial axiom, the sex-death of language and unique in all the middle world.'
>Vivec knew then why he would record his Book of Hours.
>This sermon is forbidden.
>In this world and others EIGHTEEN less one (the victor) is the magical disk, hurled to reach heaven by violence.
>This sermon is untrue.
>The ending of the world is ALMSIVI.
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6/21/2025, 6:34:58 AM
>>40571892
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6/20/2025, 1:27:30 AM
>The Commission given to me by the Mystic Medicine Chief Silver Bear
When you walk in darkness
It is no use carrying a lantern
Whose light cannot be seen.
For, then, every step you take
Will be a hesitation into the unknown
Where any tiny pebble on the Path
May cause you to trip or stumble,
Or the slightest impediment,
A cause for you to give up
And abandon the journey
To try, perhaps, another path.
So make a lantern,
Lit from the Red Indian fire
And whose light shines clear
For the way you’ve come
To be seen and marked,
And the way ahead to hold no fear
For others who come after you
To walk with an assurance,
Seeing by light from a torch you have left.
For those who walk this Path
Should not be left to grope in the dark
When light can make them aware
That the Path is beautiful
And the steps they take
Can be a choreography of beauty, too.
For this Path is the Beauty Way, the beautiful way,
Where all who will may Dance in Beauty
Around their own hearth fire
What they need to light the Way
Is a lantern that is bright.
So make one.
Lit from the torch you have been given.
The eight-rayed Torch,
The Flame Within
That illuminates the Eight Directions
And the Eight Dimensions.
Make one.
Be a Sun, Grandfather.
When you walk in darkness
It is no use carrying a lantern
Whose light cannot be seen.
For, then, every step you take
Will be a hesitation into the unknown
Where any tiny pebble on the Path
May cause you to trip or stumble,
Or the slightest impediment,
A cause for you to give up
And abandon the journey
To try, perhaps, another path.
So make a lantern,
Lit from the Red Indian fire
And whose light shines clear
For the way you’ve come
To be seen and marked,
And the way ahead to hold no fear
For others who come after you
To walk with an assurance,
Seeing by light from a torch you have left.
For those who walk this Path
Should not be left to grope in the dark
When light can make them aware
That the Path is beautiful
And the steps they take
Can be a choreography of beauty, too.
For this Path is the Beauty Way, the beautiful way,
Where all who will may Dance in Beauty
Around their own hearth fire
What they need to light the Way
Is a lantern that is bright.
So make one.
Lit from the torch you have been given.
The eight-rayed Torch,
The Flame Within
That illuminates the Eight Directions
And the Eight Dimensions.
Make one.
Be a Sun, Grandfather.
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6/16/2025, 9:19:17 PM
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