the-lost-kemetic
Ramblings of a Devotee
He/Him or They/Them
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Reconstructionist who mostly posts about their own experiences with the divine. I'm open to answering questions, but I don't tailor my content towards beginners.
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To Kemetic Devotees!
(And anyone else who'd like to chime in!)
How did your relationship with your deities start out? How has it evolved since then?
For myself, I started out pretty insecure in my practice. I was still in the broom closet, so there wasn't much I could do in way of worship and offerings at first.
As time went on, I started to grow a lot more confident in my skills, and also became more open with my practice when I finally started to open up with my deities as well.
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Uncommon offerings: doing activities dedicated to your Deities.
I'm physically disabled and struggle with long walks, but I love hiking. Today, I went on a hike that I normally would have skipped and dedicated it to Sekhmet. She is the embodiment of strength and courage, and she encourages me every day to push myself and do things that make me happy and to go out of my comfort zone and really do as much as I possibly can. Obviously, she would never want me to do something that would genuinely hurt myself, but she really does push me to my limits. And I am so thankful for that. I kept her in my mind the entire time, and I completed the hike and was so happy about it. I know she was incredibly proud of me, and I know she appreciated the fact that I was doing something like that for myself AND for her. I have so much strength in me, and she sees it. I can do hard things, and doing hard things in her honour is one of the best offerings I can give her.
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Protection Oil
I recently started up my practice again and the first thing I made was a protection candles and some oils. I haven't shared any witchy things in a while so here is how I make protection oil.
You can use any oil, I prefer to use olive oil. I also put red pepper and a rose thorn in there because I like them. I would also have added egg shell powder but I didn't have any. You can tailor this to what ever you have one hand. The world is your oyster do whatever the fuck you want. You can wear this oil, lock mirrors, windows, add to spells, ect... Personally I like to put it on before I do spell work. Stay protected witches !
Olive Oil
Salt - purification, cleansing
Sage - protection, hex breaking
Red pepper - baneful protection
Parsley - protection, purification
Thyme - protection
Black salt - protection, dispel's negative energy
Rose thorn - repellent for negative energy, baneful protection
Tigers' eye - protection
A petition with intentions
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Em hotep! Welcome to Kemetism! It's such a beautiful religion that has a lot of wonderous things waiting for you!
Since I've seen a lot of people give a lot of good advice about practicing and offerings I'll offer something a little different: don't be afraid to ask questions and research!
Kemetic Tumblr is a bit small, but I feel like we're mighty. From my experience, it's been very welcoming and open to asking questions. My inbox is always open for asks! I've been busy with some personal irl stuff, but I can always reblog to see if I can get a follower to help!
If you have any questions about prayers, worship, and just building a relationship with the Netjeru, feel free to check out my archive of posts! There should be something there to get your started!
new to kemet
hello, I've been thinking and trying to work with the gods. so far I've been working with Bastet and Anubis. I have a very small alter (currently closeted pagan? i guess.) and don't have much to give to them, i try and offer any food I can.
my current alter (yes, its in a drawer) there's some perfume, candles, water and cordial (I cant get access to alcohol, second best thing). I've also been trying to pray and meditate, I still don't know how exactly how I should pray?
thank you all for reading, any help is amazing.
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Epithets of Set
my favorites
The Lord of Heaven
He who supports the sky for all the gods
Before whom the sky trembles
The Lord of the Wind
The Storm
The master physician of Upper Egypt
The head of the upper Egyptian Shrine
Who is in the heart of the great houses
The Lord of the Oasis
The beautiful child of Ra
The Lord of Life
He with great magic
He who doesn’t care about the law
He who is pleased with cheating
He with great strength
He with great power at the tip of the barque
He who was fighting in the womb
He with the mighty arm
Whose arm is powerful
He who loves fighting
The Lord of Power and Strength
The Lord of the Force
He who is strong full of strength at the bow of the barque of the Lord of Millions
He who grips with full malice
He who rushes to inflict harm
He with the outstretched stride
He with great shape
He who holds his head high
The Red
He with red hair
He who arises with an arrow
Who fells the enemies at the bow of the barque of Ra
Who overthrows a/pep
Who overthrows a/pep at the bow of the barque of Ra
He who laps up the decayed
He who is in the fire
He of the popular gods
The Very Popular
He of great reputation
The great god
He with hidden/secret forms
The perfect god
Who is in the dark
The comrade of darkness
Who creates the eye of darkness
Who acts with violence
The offender
He with the great roar
The thief of the dawn
Who creates turmoil
Who causes the dispute to arise
Who prepares sorrow
Who inflicts his pain
Who orders the riot
Who roars words
Who hates society
The lord of the storm
The Enraged One
The Injurious One
Who is pleased with riot
Whose enemy is heart-weary
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Protection Affirmation:
"I am safe, secure, and protected at all times. I trust that the universe is always watching over me, and I am divinely guided and protected from all harm. Negative energies and influences cannot penetrate my shield of light. I am surrounded by a loving, protective energy that keeps me safe and secure. I am grateful for this protection and trust that it is always with me. Thank you, universe, for keeping me safe."
You can repeat this affirmation daily, especially when you feel anxious, worried, or in need of extra protection. Visualize yourself surrounded by a protective white light or shield that keeps any negative energy or harm away from you. This affirmation can help you feel more grounded, confident, and protected in your daily life.
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part of being an ally to trans men is not being a dick to cis men for their appearance btw
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If any of you following me think that "all deities are aspects of the gods/goddesses", then leave.
(Word of warning: massive reduction of this post coming through, I'll be chatting about a specific part)
To say that all gods and goddesses are just the same is racist and colonialist. Plain and simple. To consolidate all of these beautiful cultures together into one horrifying, Frankensteinian being and erase all of their history is colonialism.
You do not get to tell the practices of people of color, who have suffered from colonialism and outright violence, that our practices are wrong, and that you're the only person who knows the "truth".
If you can't see why that's horrifying, then you should get your eyes checked.
Y'all don't get to gatekeep and colonialize our practices in real life anymore, so you've just swapped to doing it online.
"All goddesses are aspects of the Goddess" is one of those takes that, at best, reflects a shallow understanding of polytheistic spiritualities, and a failure to understand the worldviews from which they came. (It definitely doesn't account for animist spiritualities.)
When applied politically, it's a tool of colonialism. Because once you declare that all goddesses are aspects of the Goddess, and that you know who this goddess is and what she wants, you're putting yourself in a position to tell people that their views on their goddesses are wrong, and to tell them that they need to change their politics and lifestyles to match your ideas.
This is essentially what @/elderravenfire has been doing. He has claimed that all pagans and witches are essentially children of the Goddess, and that we have certain "duties" to fulfill, which includes becoming "warriors against the evil." He's made it clear that his idea of "the evil" is pretty much Christianity. Not any actual specific Christian institutions or movements, mind. Not just the Catholic Church, not American Evangelicalism, not Mormonism. Just Christianity. He's made it clear that he thinks the whole thing is a monolith, and believes that the average American liberal Christian wants to kill pagans. He doesn't distinguish between Black churches and neonazi churches. In his view, if we witches and pagans don't fight all of the Christians ever, we're "letting the goddess down." He doesn't merely claim that European goddesses are all manifestations of the Goddess, but that all goddesses, including Native American ones, are. Indirectly, he is proposing that in order to be true to their own cultures and heritages, Native Americans would have to follow his ideas and politics. In his eyes, anyone who tells him to fuck right off with his nonsense is "denying the truth."
Not all Great Goddess stuff takes this exact form, of course. It very often takes a radfem or TERFy angle. Sometimes it's got a New Age spin, where all goddesses supposedly represent the "Divine Feminine," which also just so happens to be the embodiment of Victorian gender stereotypes. Sometimes it's got a dark twist, where the Great Goddess is a dark mother archetype who doesn't empower women so much as fulfill men's BDSM fantasies.
But all of it, at the end of the day, serves some rotten colonialist agenda.
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Eugenicist and bioessentialist beliefs about magic
Like New Age, modern witchcraft developed at a time period when eugenics and so-called race science were highly popular ideas - and consequentially, some of these ideas influenced people’s beliefs about magic. These beliefs also influenced modern conspiracy theories about the occult, which in turn influenced perceptions of magic in general. Here’s some of these beliefs:
People are either born with magical gifts, or they’ll never have them at all.
People born with magical gifts are meant to be spiritual leaders and guide the world into a new age.
There are special bloodlines whose members are more capable of performing magic than others.
People who can perform magic are able to do so only because they have special ancestry.
Some racial groups are more capable of performing magic than others.
Some bloodlines or racial groups are more capable of performing certain kinds of magic than others (EG, so-called “light magic” or “dark magic”).
The traditions of your genetic ancestors will always come to you easily and intuitively, with little to no study required. (And if they don’t, you aren’t a “true witch.”)
Modern witchcraft was also hit by the gender essentialism stick, and claims that come from this line of thinking include:
Magic requires or at least massively benefits from some performance or symbolic representation of heterosexuality or heteronormativity; other forms of magic will be inherently weaker.
Literally all magic is a recreation of heterosexual reproduction.
The womb is a woman’s most potent source of magic.
There are only two important deities: the god and the goddess.
All goddesses represent the divine mother archetype, all gods represent the divine father archetype.
Feminine energies are soft and nurturing, masculine entities are aggressive and bold.
Masculine energies are too strong in the world, and are the reason for imperialism, violence, etc. The imbalance can be corrected by focusing on feminine energies.
So yeah, always watch out for claims like this because they don’t come from a good place.
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Honestly I think the worst thing about college and research projects is just... not having the motivation to worship or do anything related to my practice.
I WANT to worship. I WANT to practice. I WANT to give offerings.
But I can't because of all these stupid assignments I have due! Especially with finals coming up and all that jazz.
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Why are closed practices only for POC??
I got this question on the same day I got the "why are your polls only for POC" question so I'm going to assume they're the same Anon. And I'm going to assume this is asked in good faith.
I'll pretty much copy and paste my answer from that poll:
People of color have had their own practices for years before colonizers came to our countries, forced Christianity on us, and tried to wipe us out. We were torn from our ancestral beliefs, and punished if we dared step out of line. And they had the gall to say that all the genocide they committed against us was for “the greater good”, because it was “civilizing” us.
So after all those horrible things happened to us, naturally we wanted to connect back to our roots. For a lot of us, we did! But after the horrors colonizers forced on us, we decided to close our practices (please note that not all closed practices are closed for the same reasons! This is more of a general reason) to keep them safe from further harm and marginalization. You want to join our practices? Go through the proper channels, or don’t touch them AT ALL.
But this colonizer mindset of “I want to take everything” still persists to this day. Go to any blog of a person of color and you’ll see white people trying to force their way into closed spaces. Spaces that are not for them. But they aren’t in the wrong. They can’t be, because they’re good people! No! It’s the evil people of color who are gatekeeping their cultures, and who think they’re better than everyone else who are wrong, not the poor little white people who try to take things that don’t belong to them*.
I'm going to add on that a lot of closed practices don't even mind initiating outsiders! They aren't all closed for the same reason, or to the same extent. Some might allow outsiders, some you must be a certain race, some you have to have parents who were in it, etc.
If you're going through the correct doors to try to get initiated? No one would mind because that's the respectful thing to do. Because you're taking time to learn about these practices in their contexts, and are treating the practitioners like actual human beings instead of people you can just steal from.
What begins the issue is when people sneak into our practices, take them for their own, and then act as though they made it, when all it is is a bastardization of the love and care we put into our practices. It's not kind! It's not nice! But they don't care, because all they want is something "exotic".
We close off our practices to keep them safe from the people who steal from us. Not because we think we're better than anyone else, or because we want to be an exclusive club. If you can't see the horrors that have been inflicted on us in the past and be compassionate about it, then we know you just want to be part of a closed practice because it's "exotic".
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hi! im a black person and i dont really know what practices arent christian or wiccan based, and i wanted to know if you did! i didnt really know how to word this lol
Hi Anon! So here's a small list of open practices that aren't Wiccan or Christian based. Please be aware that there are certain sects that might be, but in general they aren't.
Kemetism (Ancient Egyptian religion)
Hellenism (Ancient Greece religion)
Heathenry (Ancient Nordic religion)
Irish paganism (to my knowledge, someone please correct me if this is wrong)
This certainly isn't all of them, but it's a good start to do some research and such! Feel free to come back if you feel like there's more!
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RFIPC P.2. Interest
Since my original post has gotten a lot of notes, I was thinking of making a part two. However, this time it would be for things that YOU think.
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I made a post back in November about some common red flags in pagan circles, which you can find here. It's gained a lot of attention (both good and bad), so I want to make another post.
Please feel free to send in an ask, or even just reply to/reblog this post with things you consider red flags! I'll be adding them to the new one and posting that once I have some. If things go well, I'll potentially make a part three.
#paganism#pagan#pagan community#pagans of tumblr#paganblr#witchcraft#witches#witchblr#baby witch#polytheist#polytheism
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New Pinned Post: April 2023 Edition
Hello and welcome! I'm excited to get to meet you. To start off, I'm always open to asks, and I genuinely love getting them! Please don't feel scared sending any in!
Want to see me talk about my blorbos/reblog a bunch of fandom stuff? Check out my fandom and writing blog here!
Please read my FAQ!
My name is Sabel, and I’m a devotee to Lady Sekhmet and Lady Wadjet. I’ve been a Kemetic reconstructionist for about five years, but I’ve practiced witchcraft for almost my entire life. I started this blog originally to share my knowledge about Kemetism with beginners and other newbies, but I’m starting to move away from informational posts and blog more about my own experiences and the like. As such, I’m very much open to answering questions, but I no longer tailor my content towards beginners!
I will occasionally post about other pantheons or witchcraft, but please don’t follow me if you want that sort of content. You won’t get it consistently.
This blog is anti-racist, anti-appropriation, and ACAB. In addition, if you support or engage with JKKKR's content, don't interact with me in any way, shape, or form.
This blog is also not a safe space for Wiccans or the divine feminine/masculine. My content will be highly critical towards them both due to being steeped in racism, appropriation, and the enforcement of gender binaries. This is a safe space for people of color, and if you want to be a special snowflake you can leave now.
To be clear, the follow are closed practices:
Hoodoo
Voudun (in all its forms)
Shamanism
African Traditional Religions (ATRs)
Brujería
Santería
Indigenous/First Nations beliefs
Judaism (Lilith is a Jewish figure. She’s not your “slay feminist girlboss lolololol”)
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Literally just had someone scroll through my posts and like a bunch of it.
They literally have their HP house in their user. And apparently, they "don't support JKR so it's fine".
That's not how this works.
Looks like I need to update my pinned post.
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Nightly Stories (Part 2/2)
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“Pirates of the Howling Wolf,” Saran began keeping his voice measured and clear. “As your admiral so kindly introduced me, I am Saran Jaghati Turakina the Fifteenth, and I have many titles. I am a storyteller, a singer, a dancer, a hrudain. It’s my honor to call myself a storyteller tonight.
"I hail from the land of Usmijan, far to the west edge of Axtra. Although I’m not as good as our tseren, I hope you won’t judge me too harshly.”
The pirate stared in silence, and Saran feared he’d already fucked up. They didn’t seem very engaged in what he was saying, and he felt his anxiety getting the better of him. Maybe this was a bad idea… maybe he would have a better chance of survival just tossing himself overboard. It would be better than having his throat slit for no doubt boring their admiral.
Coughing into his fist, Saran felt himself withering. He shouldn’t have taken the challenge, he should have just stayed quiet. “I will be telling you a story of pain and suffering. Of torment and torture. Of revenge and weariness. I warn you now, that this is not a story for those faint of heart. If you wish to leave, none here shall disparage you.”
When none bothered to move, Saran knew they would all stay. Though… he probably didn’t need to ask anyways. They were pirates, murderers. But there was no going back now.
Nodding slowly, Saran spoke once more. “Then I shall proceed. This is the story of Marral.”
He flicked his fingers, a gesture for help. Kavuri and Panthu emerged from their hiding spots. They had no outfits here, nor any props. All were left in Xaallat, thousands of miles away. He had nothing to help him, not even a hrudadil.
Blood would have to do.
His friends slowly unsheathed the blades they always held at their sides, made from the finest of cobalt. As the blades flashed into view, several pirates grabbed the hilts of their own weapons. Saran couldn’t blame them for being on edge: it looked like they were approaching Viridian, but he couldn’t help but bite back a sigh. If he panicked now, the pirates would think they were planning on killing Viridian.
So instead, he held his palms out: open and up. His friends rested their blades over his palm, and on his silent command they pressed down and slit his palms.
The pain was brief, and he fought a wince. Looking directly into Viridian’s eyes, he spoke again. “The story of Marral is one passed down from mother to daughter, from father to son, from parent to child. The story represents one of our culture’s greatest triumphs.”
As he told the tale, the blood began to pool on his hands. But it wasn’t dark red and sticky, like a human’s blood. Rather, it gleamed with the light of gold. His palms overflowed with the blood, dripping onto the deck like grains of sand. Viridian leaned forward, eyes narrowed in curiosity, and Saran knew that it was time to continue onward.
“Marral was known throughout Usmijan as a beauty never to be captured. Many tried, and all failed. Her father held beliefs she would find someone to marry soon, but Marral refused.”
The golden blood coalesced into a figure, one representing Marral. A golden sari wrapped around her body as she moved across the deck. The figure was barely larger than Saran’s hand, but he wasn’t willing to push himself and add more blood. Not with what was coming.
“Marral soon found love, and it burned through her like fire. Uchkin was his name, a renowned warrior from the north who had slain many beasts that took up residence near Usmijan.”
Another figure appeared next to Marral. This time, he was wrapped only in a simple loincloth and held a spear at his side. Uchkin’s figure was less detailed than Marral’s, but Saran couldn’t focus on that. If he did, he would lose himself.
“Uchkin and Marral were married,” he continued on, moving the figures together to simulate the throes of marriage. It was a quiet ceremony, one many were jealous of. But they were married, and the honeymoon ended lovingly.
“All was not meant to last. For tales that begin happy rarely stay that way.” The next part of his story always made Saran’s throat clog up, and his eyes well with tears. How could it not?
“Soon thereafter, Marral and Uchkin had a falling out.” He moved the figures to show their split, animating them and making them argue. “The match that lit the argument has been lost to time, but the aftermath has not. Marral, in her anger, threatened to leave Uchkin. Love should not leave one wanting for kindness.
"But Uchkin would not have it. He told Marral if she dared to leave him, he would take the hearts of her family, and feed it to his children. But still, she persisted. For she would not be beaten down by a brutish warrior who held no respect for her.”
Marral’s figure ran from Uchkin, Saran forcing the golden blood of his figure to turn back into a puddle of shimmering gold. It worked, and as such he moved on to focusing on Marral. He kept it running, climbing over equipment, weaving through pirate legs, stopping right at Viridian’s legs.
“She ran, to the reaches of the earth,” Saran dropped his voice into a whisper, almost feeling like he wanted to sing. But, they’d laugh at him if he did. What type of beast sang? “Her journey took months, almost killing her multiple times in the process. But when she arrived at the tallest mountain, the one that holds up the western horizon, she found a being she didn’t think she would find there: a kitten.”
From the golden puddle that was once the form of Uchkin, Saran created a tiny kitten. It slithered forward weakly, looking as though it would die at any moment. Marral leaned over to look at it, before lifting it into her arms. She took it to a pool of blood, walking back towards Saran, and setting the kitten in it.
Sucking in a breath, Saran knelt down and rested his hands on the deck. Blood still pooled from his palms, and he sent more and more blood to the pool the kitten had been put into. From the gold, a beast began to rise. The mane came first, then four large paws, and a slender, shimmering figure. It slithered into the air, twisting and twirling like a dancer. At last, the lioness had emerged, hovering over Marral and all the pirates below.
“‘I am Habita,’” Saran intoned, his voice low and powerful enough to imitate the deity herself. He stood, glancing around as a shudder washed through the pirates, and they stared in awe. “'Your kindness in returning me to my pond has returned my strength. In honor of your kind heart, I will gift you but one wish.’”
One wish, the words echoed in Saran’s own head, and he couldn’t hide his smile. Oh, how his younger self would long to find Habita and ask her for his own wish. What he wanted to wish for changed every week, but it never stopped him.
“'Great Habita,’” Marral spoke. “'I am not worthy of your gift, for I am but a humble servant to your whims. My wish is not for gold, nor is it for glory. I only wish to be safe from Uchkin, who still hunts me down to this day. I wish to be free from him.’”
Habita stared down at Marral, before she moved her giant figure and swirled around the human. Saran felt himself losing control over the blood before it happened, droplets of gold dropping near Viridian’s feet. But the pirates must not have noticed, for they watched in awe, raptured by the words Saran spoke.
“'Very well,’” Habita responded, continuing her circling. “'If that is your wish, then I shall grant it to you.’” Her circles quickened, the droplets landing faster. “'For your kindness, and for your fear, I shall make you one of my huntresses. You shall hunt alongside me in the stars, as a great lioness, queen amongst my huntresses. But beware, for Uchkin has made his own wish as well, to hunt you down forever. You shall reside in the western horizon with me, and he shall hunt you from the east. You will be locked in this chase, but he shall never catch you.’”
As the blood drops landed on Marral, she slowly changed as well. Becoming slender lioness. She and Habita rose into the sky together, lionesses of shimmering gold, before disappearing completely.
The blood splashed back down onto the deck, and Saran could barely keep himself standing. He waved around his friends when they made to help him, instead stepping forward to kneel before the pool of blood. Resting his hands right next to the pool, it slowly inched towards him, returning to the slits in his palms and leaving the deck as clear as it had been before.
Standing straight as an arrow, Saran looked around and met the eyes of each pirate. He smiled gently, lowering his head. “And thus ends the tale of Marral, lioness queen and protector of the innocent. There is a reason the Violet Lioness rises in the west,” he gestured in the direction of the constellation, which hung above them. “And the Hunter dips in the east. On opposite sides of the sky. They’re forever meant to be chased and chasing, never able to catch each other.”
Saran bowed his head, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. Did they like it? Enough to keep him alive?
Several heartstopping moments passed, before a roar of cheers rose through the crowd. Saran first heard jeers and boos, thinking they wanted him thrown overboard. But it was imagination, for he soon realized they were cheers of adoration. Lifting his head a fraction, he could even see Viridian’s eyes glowing in disbelief and awe as he clapped.
Pirate cheers quieted down into pirate murmurs as Viridian stood, still staring at Saran in awe. The admiral took two broad steps before he reached the trio of friends, giving them a crooked smile and dipping his head.
“It seems I won’t have to throw you overboard after,” he said gravely, although Saran didn’t miss the gleam of teasing in his eyes. “Welcome aboard. It’ll be very interesting having my own little storyteller.”
Saran swallowed. His own storyteller? He makes me sound like he owns me.
But he couldn’t complain, for it was better than dying, right? And after all, he would get to tell stories. Something these pirates clearly enjoyed.
When Viridian outstretched his hand, it took only a heartbeat of hesitation before Saran shook it.
“As you wish… my Lord.”
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