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.
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Last night an old friend came to me in a dream. He has been a genuine soul-mate, both before and after his earthly passing. Our affair of the heart was stormy, but in matters of spirit he always drew me to my best self. I blocked him out for many years, but for a while now have been aware of his benevolent and supportive presence. And he is not the only one. On the periphery of my awareness there is a veritable cloud of witnesses, as one sacred text refers to those who have crossed over. I don’t seek them out so often as I simply know them to be with me and part of me.
Not unlike contemporary Pagans, ancient Egyptians had a complex set of ideas about the afterlife which often look like contradictions without study and reflection. After the weighing of the heart in the Hall of Maat one might ascend to the sky as an “imperishable star” along with other ancestors. Or one might face defeat by the monster Ammit should the heart be out of balance. Most Egyptians simply hoped to live in comfort and happiness in a new world beyond. Those of a more religious ilk imagined detailed journeys through the Duat, including encounters with all manner of beings and neteru (gods). They understood this trip to be an alchemical sort of transformative process, describing the path of spiritual development.
...Mummies, shabtis, stelae, amulets and more greeted us as we entered the beautiful Carlos Museum on the campus of Emory University last week (in the Atlanta area). Several Pagan friends have urged me to visit the museum over the years and I finally had the opportunity. Their enthusiasm was not unfounded. The collection of ancient Near Eastern artifacts is a fine one, the presentation every bit as impressive as, for example, the Metropolitan Museum Sackler Wing in New York City.
Now that I can read a bit of hieroglyphs, I was like a child with a new box of Lego-blocks, eagerly trying out my new learning of this very old language. As an art history major in college, a museum is a feast that I drink in like a glutton. As an neo-Egyptian Pagan, I find myself sighing with deep contentment, that feeling of coming home to somewhere I’ve never been yet know intimately in my inner self.
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