Imset (Imseti, Imsety) is one of the four sons of Horus the Elder whose heads topped the canopic jars after the 18th Dynasty. From the First Intermediate Period through the 18th Dynasty, the stoppers were shaped in the likeness of the deceased. These jars typically contained various organs of a mummified body. This group of divinities was considered protectors of these organs which were necessary in the afterlife. Imset is another divinity wrongly placed the graveyard of the atheists.
From the Oak: Let’s hear it for the God!
Many are those that focus on female divinities, leaving male divinities in the shadows if they get mentioned at all. This is a shame. Here I will share my thoughts, stories and prayers on male divinities. Currently focusing on divinities placed in an atheist "graveyard".
Melia/Merit Brokaw
This deity is very similar to Kojin, the Shinto kami of the kitchen, who I previously wrote about. Some devotees believe they are the same divinity. With this lettering, I honor Daikokuten as a divinity that has no place in an atheist graveyard.
I recently read about honoring Pan at this time of the year and it really resonated with me. I am not only Hellenic but also a mountain dweller so this fits within my path so nicely, I'm surprised I haven't stumbled across this idea before. So below I offer a prayer to the Great Lord Pan, who is not dead, only harder to recognize in the madness of the modern world.
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I think your poem is beautiful. I am curious if you have looked at the old poets odes to pan? It seems that ever since humanity ha
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Thank you. I have but this prayer is loosely based on the Orphic Hymn to Pan.
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I’m always nervous when I need to write about an unknown divinity and especially when it comes from a culture where I have to rely upon transliterated information. Kojin is the next deity from the atheist’s graveyard. I find him interesting in that he is a male divinity of the hearth.
University of Wisconsin
Dear Mr./Ms. Atheist,
...So for the last two weeks, I find myself spinning in place, a bit bewildered by mundania. In comparison to where I've been, the mundane world seems cold and barren.