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Hail to thee, Amun-Ra, Lord of the thrones of the earth, the oldest existence, ancient of heaven, support of all things; Chief of the gods, lord of truth; father of the gods, maker of men and beasts and herbs; maker of all things above and below; Deliverer of the sufferer and oppressed, judging the poor; Lord of wisdom, lord of mercy; most loving, opener of every eye, source of joy, in whose goodness the gods rejoice, thou whose name is hidden. Thou art the one, maker of all that is, the one; the only one; maker of gods and men; giving food to all. Hail to thee, thou one with many heads; sleepless when all others sleep, adoration to thee. Hail to thee from all creatures from every land, from the height of heaven, from the depth of the sea. The spirits thou hast made extol thee, saying, welcome to thee, father of the fathers of the gods; we worship thy spirit which is in us.

Isis: You trapped him in a coffin and threw him in the Nile!

Lady of Flames,

You dance in the light of the sun,

Ka strengthened by your Father's light.

O' Sekhmet,

you destroy my foes with the heat of your breath,

and bring the rebel and enemy down to their knees.

The Barque of the Moon, guarded by the Divine Eyes. Illustration for Peeps at Many Lands, Ancient Egypt, by James Baikie (A&C Black, 1916).

Go hug that tree and tell it about your problems.

Wear that devotional jewellery and yap about how much you love your gods.

Make your pretty altar and hang up those figures and paintings.

Cast that spell and manifest your goals.

Hex a bitch.

Paganism/pagan religions are literally the OG and yet somehow we have been made to feel like we are the crazy ones.

You aren’t crazy.

isfet lingering in the shadows,

you set me free.

Wings spread,

sheltering me from the bite of isfet,

you bring your essence and meaning to my khat,

killing my nostrils with life.

"He who comes from the east

He who rises with the solar disk

Lord of the mountains of the west

Lord of Punt, Lord of Nubia

Divine Child and Protector

The mighty one of the golden ones

Who came from the Eye of Udjat,

Musician of Ra

Bes hity, Bes Aha

Hail Bes!"

Reed blowing with the breeze,

O' great Amun-Re,

King of the Gods,

He who watches over the poor,

you bring strength to my limbs.

You firm my feet against the sands,

so I may stand tall against hardship and strife.

Move into the recesses of my mind,

May your wind enters the cracks of my heart,

and seal them whole.

O' Amun-Re,

I beg thee,

heal my heart of strife at night.