Aker
Amentet
Amun
Amunet
Anhur
Anuket
Aset
Astarte
Aten
Banebdjedet
Bast
Bes
Other Bes
Benu
Djehuty
Geb
Hatmehit
Heruakhety
Heru-Hekenu
Heru-Nebu
Heru-Pa-Khered
Heru-sa-Aset
Heru-Sema-Tawy
Heru-Wer
Heryshef
Hesat
Hethert
Heqet
Iah
Ihy
Ipet
Iunit
Khnum
Khonsu
Ma'ahes
Ma'at
Mafdet
Mehit
Menhit
Meretseger
Min
Montu
Mut
Nebt-het
Nekhbet
Nefertem
Nit
Nut
Pakhet
Ptah
Ptah-Sokar
Ptah-Sokar-Wesir
Qadesh
Ra
Rat
Renenutet
Ruty
Sab
Satet
Sekhmet
Seshat
Set
Seven Scorpions
Shezmu
Shu
Sobek
Sobek-Ra
Sokar
Sopdu
Tayet
Tatenen
Tefnut
Wadjet
Wepetwawet
Wepwawet
Wesir
Wesir-Sokar
Yinepu
I’m also currently making a list of epithets (all UPG because I couldn’t find any) for Aker.
Hear me, Divine Falcon, Lord of the Sky, Heir of His Father, He of the Horizon,
The skies are torn asunder by your wings,
The earth trembles at your cry for vengeance,
Hear the cry of those oppressed,
Deliver their hearts to peace,
Unveil the sickly blackness of the malicious,
Be gracious to those black of hearts,
So that love may seize their lives.
Last night the Beginners of the Kemetic Orthodoxy were invited to attend the Night Vigil for the Kemetic Orthodoxy, which I'm quite grateful for.
Though the desire to sleep kept probing at my mind and my eyelids grew heavier with each hour, I was able to remain in the chat into dawn. It was nice being with the Reverends, newly made Remetj, and other members of the community; it definitely emphasized how family-oriented the KO is. Additionally, being surrounding by such a group, all focused on Wesir, whether they were familiar with him or not, was powerful and quite beautiful. Personally, I haven't really reached out to him all that much, but I could really feel his presence last night.
For those who are unfamiliar with the Mysteries, they are essentially an annual, reconstructed ritual to bring Wesir from death into the next world, also known as the afterlife.
During the first hour, despite my laptop screen bathing my bedroom in white, the heaviness of the gloom seemed to weigh down on me. It didn't feel like I was suffocating, but I felt engulfed by the darkness, almost as if it was wrapping itself around me, almost like an assuring embrace. I centered myself, my thoughts trained on Wesir and the ritual being typed out before me. And other than my dog snoring quietly beside me, everything was silent.
I could feel his presence there; his energy was radiant. It was gentle and calm. Comparatively, the energy he had reflected that of a humbled person on their deathbed. They are aware that it is their time, and they are not afraid. It was moving and once the first hour concluded, it took me a bit to bring myself back into the chat. Though I was reading the prayers, I had become completely focused.
In the next hour, two of the Kemetic Orthodox priests, during the ritual, spoke on the behalf of Aset and Nebthet and their mourning. Recently I have been reading a fairly lengthy book on Aset, and earlier this month I had read about Aset's association with resurrection and Wesir. The idea that resurrection and rebirth were the most crucial functions performed by her and her immense grief were portrayed rather prominently in this hour.
As the prayers encouraged him to "advance with his ka", or move, I could feel his presence stir. Speaking with the analogy I had made again, it was as if that person on their deathbed was being told to let go. To no longer teeter on the brink of neither living nor being dead. Grief hung in the air as he began to move away, beginning his move throughout the Duat. Aset is separated from him, and I admire how strong she is, being able to face such a hardship.
As each hour rolled by, the ones that inched closer to sunrise felt refreshing (though also with each hour, I was growing increasingly tired). Similar to the sun rising above the curve of the earth, shedding its golden rays, signifying the start of a new day, there was a sense of renewal that carried with the last few prayers. And then there was purification; Wesir was no longer a dead god.
Once the sixth hour concluded, I let myself go lax. My mind was lulling, but I wanted to make sure I had a record of some of the emotions I had felt or the thoughts I had. Writing out a summary of what happened, my feelings, my thoughts, and my connections really helped me reflect and come to a better understanding. The experience was eye-opening, and it allowed me to not only understand Wesir more, but also Aset, Nebthet, and Heru.
Dua Wesir!
I've finally learned the details of Senut in the Kemetic Orthodoxy, so I've decided I might as well begin setting up my shrine.
I've decided to keep my Senut shrine separate from the shrine I've already made. The one I've been using is small enough to make room somewhere else for a second one, though it is tedious work! I've also decided to DIY it since I don't have everything I needed right off the bat... but it's proved to be a pretty fun project. It adds a sort of value you to it since I've devoted a portion of my time into making it.
I'm using an old jewelry box for the base. Since the box was for a child, it only had two compartments: a top and a bottom with a shelf in between. This makes it so convenient to put icons of the Netjeru or offerings on the top and bottom. In the interior, along the backside of the box, I decorated it with a printed out picture of hieroglyphs as some sort of backdrop, which I'm so far really liking. I laid down some white fabric on the shelf and on the "floor" of the box. Sizing the fabric was a chore, but it's packed down and looks much better than the scratched wood beneath it.
I'm planning on using the drawers to put icons in or I'll use them to put my offering bowls on... I haven't really decided. It's come along well so far though! It may look somewhat small when it's all packed together, but when I have it fully laid out it looks like it could be really nice.

