Wep Ronpet 2014.

I like Wep Ronpet. The very feeling behind the celebration shoots both joy and excitement throughout my body and I can feel, almost, as if my body as renewing just as the year is about to. I think the excitement and joy comes from the knowledge that, soon enough, the year will reset itself and the hope of a new year will be upon me. Whatever sorrows and horrors that may have happened within the last twelve months will soon be gone and something new, something perfect, will be before me.

The best way to describe these feelings would be to explain about the first snowfall of the winter.

Just as with many people in the northeast, I am not a huge fan of winter. It is a long time to live with gray clouds and hardly any sun to peek through, with temperatures rapidly plummeting. There is nothing to commend it, really; icy roads, blizzard conditions, and depression. But there is something that has always made me, even as a little girl, look forward to the first snowfall. I can remember, when I was little and when November would start to stretch towards Thanksgiving, eagerly peering out my windows every morning in the hopes that the first snow had fallen.

And the gasp of joy at the beauty that the land awaited when it did fall! Everything was covered in ice crystals and the snow was pure and perfect, never touched by man or beast. The crusts of gray and soot from passing cars hadn’t yet touched it; it was glorious. To me, that glorious first snowfall is a lot like Wep Ronpet and what I can expect to see for the upcoming year: a pristine field of snow, untouched and unsullied, just like the New Year.

I was both excited and worried, in all honesty, for this year’s festivities. I thought I had more planned than I actually did, I think. I’m not sure what it was that made me worry I wouldn’t be able to get it all done. I have to admit that working a full time job really cuts into the whole religion thing. I often feel that the amount of time and effort I would prefer to dedicate to something is not available to me because I have to go out and into the world, work for a paycheck that barely gets me by. But, I also understand that this is way of most people, so I am at least aware that I’m probably not alone with my unhappiness at the prospect.

Initially, that morning, I was going to lay my icons out to rejuvenate in the sun. This is something that I have done for the last two years and I like the idea. However, with Sekhmet currently in hiding until The Feast of Drunkenness, it didn’t seem right to have the other three icons out and about. So, I nixed this idea that morning. I prepared the usual daily devotions to my home altar shrine and set up the altar space I had been using for the intercalary days in preparation for that night.

It was a little crowded and a little hectic, but finally, I felt that everything was set up properly.

On my way to work that morning, I ended up stuck in stop-and-go traffic. This isn’t actually very usual for my trips into work. As I watched the time click slowly passed when I should have arrived at work, I began to grow crotchety. There I was, stuck in traffic because some idiot got into an accident. Fuming, I shot off the closest off-ramp and sat in a Dunkin Donuts parking lot to have a pep talk with myself. (By that point, I was already very late and had called into work to let them know I would be there when I got there, so I figured a pep talk wasn’t really pushing the limits of tardiness.)

I reminded myself, carefully, that I was at a crossroads with the New Year. Things were still resetting and that wouldn’t solidify until tomorrow. It wasn’t my fault that someone hadn’t taken extra precautions while [possibly] driving [recklessly] down the highway. While I did have to sit in stop-and-go traffic because of it, I reminded myself that not everyone can be prepared for the chaos that the reset of a new year can cause. And I also reminded myself that chaos tended to float around the days outside of the year and impact Wep Ronpet, even though it’s most often seen as an auspicious day. Calmed again, I went off to work and kicked some telecommunications ass.

When I got home, I immediately started fully planning the festivities. My first step was to create a sa. I used this guide to create it and I used this one for figuring out how to and what type of sigils I would use in the interior. I had decided to create the sa about a month ago and purchased the supplies when I went on my merry little chase for all things Wep Ronpet. I chose silken cords for the interior and exterior in white and red and ended up choosing red felt for the actual sa itself.

I went through my book, Myth and Symbol in Ancient Egypt by R.T. Rundle Clark for inspiration on what sort of sigils I wanted to use. It seemed appropriate that I would choose symbolism from ancient Egypt as opposed to anything that I myself would create. It seemed like it would be more effect, heka wise, if I chose something with extensive history. I ended up choosing the shen ring, the glyph for eternity, and the glyph for life. These three symbols were used to create this sa specifically as a protective amulet in my car. The message I was aiming for was, protection for eternity, protection for life; may a long life by lived. I also did create a personalized sigil specific to the aim as well.

I ended up finding out just how difficult it can be to braid something that isn’t your hair. I chose one red strand of cord and two red. I knotted them at the top and realized that, well, I had nothing to anchor the end to so that I could begin braiding. I ended up holding the knotted end in my mouth so that I could braid it all. When I got to the other end (measured against the length of the felt I had purchased), I knotted it together and beheld my work.

I also didn’t expect for the cordage to shrink so much because of the braiding. I had measure it out specifically to the length of the width of the red felt and hadn’t considered that I would end up with something that was completely hidden in its center. What I also didn’t expect was just how thick the damn red felt would get when I rolled it into a tube shape. It was thicker than any of my fingers and completely unwieldy. I ended up cutting it down until the sigils, which were in four strategic places on the inside, were at the very edge. When I rolled up the felt again, it was still pretty thick, but not as much.

It's fucking huge.

It’s fucking huge.

I had my son hold out his finger to me so that I could use that to tie a single white cord around the center to hold its shape. With that in place, I took a long strand of red cordage to wrap around it, creating the distinctive sa shape by pulling it as tightly as I possibly could. I then managed, with much concentration and a bit of power words (f-bombs, mostly), to string a white string in the center. I had originally wanted to thread white cordage around the sides of the rounded top, but was unable to do so because of how thick the felt was. I ended up just using the white thread to hold it together for when I tie it to my rearview mirror.

Once that was completed, I placed it on Sekhmet’s altar in the middle of the offering plate.

Booze it up, up, up.

Booze it up, up, up.

My next step was to hold a final celebration for the children of Nut and Geb. I ended up setting everyone up that morning, but chose to add an alcoholic beverage on top of the cupcake. I used my “royal cup,” which was a gift on my birthday last year. I didn’t use the crazy straw when I placed the vodka and diet Coke concoction down, but I did sing out that everyone had better get it before I snapped the damn thing up. Calories be damned; I was having me some vodka.

In a totally strange coincidence, by the KO calendar, my Wep Ronpet coincided with Heru-Wer’s birthday. I was enjoying all of the stories of peoples’ experiences with him throughout the day. Somehow, one of his kids (from KO) and I got onto the topic of getting him drunk as hell and it just kind of gamboled out of control until many people were offering him booze, whether they were celebrating his birthday or not. I joined in on this particular shindig and ended up with no fewer than two cups of alcoholic beverages out for him. I really can’t say if this was received properly or not (I had a distinct impression he had screeched, “CHALLENGE MOTHERFUCKING ACCEPTED,” at one point, but I could be mistaken).

It was fucking hilarious.

While this was going on, I danced around the house to a few tunes that deserve to be danced to. While I was shaking my booty up and down the hallway, I ended up pulling both my son and TH into the little festivity. With the three of us dancing around the kitchen until my knees and hips hurt, I figured we had done justice to the celebration of Wep Ronpet. And I have to admit, I was pretty happy to have had both of my boys join in since neither usually do.

While listening to calmer music, I ended up writing down 25 possibly dangers to execrate for the year ahead. I won’t list what I wrote down, but I will mention how I wrote them down: on a simple sheet of paper, I wrote a heading indicating why I was listing these words. I then went through a list of possible things that may come up in the next year and things that have been plaguing me this year, hoping to clear them from my life with this execration.

I took this and the heka I had been hoarding since November of last year and went outside to execrate.

It took two fucking hours to burn the massive chunk of heka. That’s right; I sat outside of my house, watching a myriad of visitors going to the bar across the street, for two fucking hours while every ounce of heka was burned into soft gray ash. I added my heka for the year to come to the pile and watched it blow the fuck up. In fact, in those two hours, it burned a soft steady coal red-orange and then would go back up into a pyre of flames when I stirred at everything. When I had enough (there were still some lit embers), I dumped the ash into the world in a pile.

I then stomped upon it and spat upon it. As I stomped I said, “I step upon your brows as pharaoh did to his enemies. I spit upon you so that you may know your vile presence is not needed. I beat you back as a pharaoh at the head of his victorious army. You are nothing. You are less than nothing. Be gone.” And then, I walked back inside.

I don’t know if I can really say if last year was a good year. I do know that I have hopes for the next year. And I hope, beyond all hope, that they come true and that the renewal of this year infiltrates my being, from my ba to my ka to my ib, until it is not just the year that renews, but myself as well.

I have high hopes for this upcoming year.

And right now, I intend on seeing those hopes come true.

Wep Ronpet 2013

When I woke up in the morning, I felt an instant change from the lackluster feelings of the intercalary days. It was almost like I had snorted coffee grounds in my sleep as well as had five Starbucks Double Shots, all in a row. The second I opened my eyes, I saw a lady bug above me. Thrilled beyond belief, I spent the first ten minutes of my day working on how to get a picture (that wasn’t shaky) so that I could show everyone how awesome my day was so obviously going to be. I’m not quite sure how I managed to maintain this energy overload, except I do have some ideas as to the cause – not just because of the holiday, I’m afraid – but it was quite refreshing. It made me feel new and fresh and altogether better about everything. It was going to be a good day.

From left to right, that is Sekhmet, Aset, Hetheru, and Djehuty.

From left to right, that is Sekhmet, Aset, Hetheru, and Djehuty.

I pulled all of my icons out of their normal places and left them on top of our air conditioner. The year before, I had taken my Sekhmet and Hetheru icons outside to be re-energized by Re’s rays while I did the same. Unfortunately, I had to work, so I couldn’t sunbathe along with my icons. I left them above the air conditioner to greet the day and to rejuvenate themselves in the sun. They went in the window at about 8:30 in the morning and didn’t come back out until about twelve hours later. If that’s not rejuvenation, then what was? While they started the process, I went outside and did some rejuvenating in the morning sun myself.

As I walked my dog, I had a dumb smile on my face. As I got dressed, I had a dumb smile on my face. As I brushed my teeth and did my hair, I had a dumb smile on my face. As I drove to work, I had a dumb smile on my face. And this pattern continued throughout the day. Only, it wasn’t just idiotic smiles over nothing on my face. It manifested itself in numerous ways. There were intricate dance numbers about various things. I tugged the telecommunications strings that I work with day in and day out and everything I needed and wanted was made manifest. There were numerous projects that I had been waiting on someone else to assist me in completing them and they were all in my inbox by the time I came to work. I sang, horribly off-key, about every aspect of my day. I was accused of drinking too much caffeine. It didn’t matter what it was to everyone looking at me. It was the new day and it was a new year and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. I knew I was going to have a good day and I wasn’t wrong. If this was the model for all future days throughout the next year, then I will have the best year of my life.

When I got home, I jumped in the shower so I could do some quick cleansing. I talked to TH about how awesome my day was. As I explained to him, I was a consummate bad ass all day and everything I touched turned into awesome.

We had an okay evening at home. I relaxed. I spent a lot of time just sitting with my son and watching television. When I was sick of his cartoons – damn you, Sprout Channel, and your 24 hours of child programming – I sent him to his room. And I just relaxed. I didn’t worry about all of the things I was planning to do for the rest of my festival. I didn’t worry about all of the clothes I needed to wash or what parts of my house were dirty (all of it). I just spent time, not bothering with anything that wasn’t about me. I took a few hours of my day to be selfish for the first time in a very long time. And while I will always have a guilt complex about taking a time out from being a mom, being a devotee, being a human being so that I can treat myself, it wasn’t something that I deserved and something that I needed.

When it got late enough and it looked like the sun was finally going to go down, I pulled my icons out of their impromptu home in the window. I placed them back in their respective places, making sure that everything was clean and ready for residency. Each icon was given a little prayer of thanksgiving and a moment of intense emotion before I put them on their various altars. I refreshed offerings before spending more time, clicking over Sekhmet’s new icon and her altar space. While I had rearranged everything to my satisfaction the week prior, I still had some finishing touches to add. When I felt that everything looked all right, I added fresh offerings to each deity and snapped photographs of Sekhmet’s new icon.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Don't fucking come back, motherfucker.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Don’t fucking come back, motherfucker.

To finish off my evening, I decided I needed to do some major execration. Since I have a lot of high school related shadow work in the year to come, I decided to execrate that particular experience. While high school tends to merely equate with those four years of freshman to senior year, I’ve added items that occurred both before and after. And since a lot of that shadow work is the main reason for a lot of my anxiety and self-esteem problems, I added those items as well. I also added the three main people that I need to execrate in great detail this coming year. I put a giant Apep representation in the middle as a final sticking point. You will also notice that I added other items to my execration but my main focus had to do with the ritual execration of poopy head in the center there and the three names around it.

I stomped upon the paper four times with each foot. I crumbled it up. I stabbed it a few times with the ritually pure blade that sleeps on Sekhmet’s altar. I then took it outside and lit it. The burn was slow and steady. In fact, it was so slow and steady that I had more than enough time to read a few chapters in the book I’m reading, check my E-mail, and comment a few times on Facebook. When the burn was complete, I looked into my little pot and was startled by the lack of debris. I’ll usually have something or another left over after an execration, but not this time.

I’ve decided to take it as a good sign.

While this year’s Wep Ronpet was not nearly as action packed as last year, I have to admit that I was rather more pleased with the lackadaisical approach to this holiday. There was hardly any planning before the day itself. There wasn’t even a thought as to what I was going to do besides make sure my icons were rejuvenated by Re’s giving rays. I didn’t really worry that I wouldn’t have as much time as I had the previous year. I didn’t even really care how things ended up. I just knew that I wanted something without too much fanciness and without too much pomp. While planning a big, ornate rituals is all well and good, it takes a lot of spoons right the hell on out of you, just in the prep. And while I will admit that I can get a little jealous when I see other’s really “perfect” and “ornately scrumptious” rituals all laid to bear, I have to admit that even just thinking about doing something like that takes a lot out of me, too.

Besides, the point in this stuff is about me. This whole process has nothing to do with anyone outside of this household. It’s about me. It’s about my gods. And it’s about paying homage to them in whatever way my little layperson self can think up. And frankly, if my religion is all about outward appearance then I really must be doing something wrong. If that were ever the case, I should very well stop what I’m doing, pack it all up, and move on with my life.

Wep Ronpet 2012.

This is the first year that I have actually celebrated a Kemetic event, in any way. This wasn’t because, in previous years, I didn’t want to but because I often felt like I was too far-reaching in my desires. I believe it was last year or the year before that I had large, innovative ideas about execrating Apep in the form of a cake. I never got on that. Things like that are too big and too much for a little solitary practitioner like me. I’m not saying that they’re not possible for anyone else, either solitary practitioner or otherwise, but for me, it was too much and much too soon. I think, too, another reason why I never bothered doing much more than, “Oh, hey. All of my Kemetic friends are celebrating X festival right now. That’s neat. I wish I was doing that, too,” was because I didn’t feel like their practices were my practices. I’ve gone on long rambles about everyone’s path being their own and I think the first step I needed to really own my practice was in making the calendar, and from there, I could move forward with practices like festivals and rites and rituals and just fun all around.

And so, here I am.

Celebrating Wep Ronpet was something I have been looking forward to since I pretty much discovered when it was for me. I still had grandiose ideas, but this time, I knew that I was overreaching with what I was looking into before I even began planning things. And occasionally, when it comes to pulling rites out of your butt, things work out much more smoothly. I hate to break that to anyone, but that’s usually how it works for me. If I plan big things, like I have in the past, things end up getting in the way and I end up in a depressed slump because nothing worked out the way that I wanted them to. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get in that place today. I had things to do; I had minor plans to enact; and besides, that’s pretty much the antithesis to the whole Wep Ronpet celebration.

Kissed the Sun.
My first mini-ritual was going out to greet the new day. I found the descriptor, “kiss the sun,” from WW Wiki and liked it. Now, I’ve done this on occasion, prior to this celebration, but it never had more meaning to me than it did yesterday.

I actually end up outside almost immediately every morning to let out my oldest dog who cannot hold her water past the second she knows that I am awake. However, this time, it was all about me. I stepped from my makeshift bed on the couch and went into the daylight in a matter of seconds. I stood beneath the rays and felt his touch upon my face. And truly, it felt as though he were stroking my face, kissing my brow. I could feel the warm energy of the strong, summertime sun upon my face. And I knew that I was doing things correctly at that moment in time. I knew that no matter what happened to me or to anything else during my little rituals and festivities… I just knew that in that one moment that I had spent with Re upon waking, I was doing things properly. Dua Re, indeed.

I will say this. On the WW Wiki, it does say that you should do this around sunrise. And this is something that I feel like I should address before I move on. The when doesn’t matter inasmuch as the intent behind the action. Sure. I bet Re would have been tickled pink to find me outside so early to watch the sun rise. And sure, I bet he would have really appreciated the effort I put into getting up early and all of that jazz. But, really, when the gods request or desire things from us or we desire or request things of ourselves to do on behalf of the gods, the thing that matters most is the fact that you have a good intent.

Crystal Grid.
This was actually something that I hadn’t planned on. I knew that I wanted to have a relaxing day, but that was pretty much the extent of non-ritually based ideas for my day. I started talking with a few fellow friends about crystals and whatnot. (I had dared K to post a picture of some of her rocks the other night to see if I could guess them – and no, I couldn’t.) It dawned on me that all of this chatter could be put to better use, in other words, I could actually create a grid and sit in it for a half hour or so. I knew that my intent was towards healing and a better outlook to the future, so I went to my meager collection and The Crystal Bible to see what would come up. I honestly wasn’t really sure what I wanted besides quartz points at the edges and moonstone along two of the sides. I also had a vague feeling that I should invite carnelian and tiger’s eye into the circle – both healing stones, but also two stones I associate with my lady.

The last stone I grabbed was the big blue lace agate in the front of my grid. I hung out there for a while and felt pain crawling from my shoulder blades up my neck. This is something I felt the last time I sat in a crystal grid, so I assumed it was either the posture I was adopting while sitting in the grid, or the moonstones/quartz were impacting me in some way since they were the only stones that were the same from my last grid. After a few talks with my friends about it, we’ve decided that I probably have unknown blockages, which lead to the pain and the headaches afterwards. I’ve been ordered to sit with hematite in the center of the pain to see how that works. I was also told, “It’s going to hurt; let it.” So, this should be a fun experiment to share with you guys in future!

Purifying Shower.
After all was said and done, I really wasn’t going to climb out of my pajamas all day. It wasn’t so much because I hate to shower and get dressed, though I do because it really is a lot of work with a four-year-old and your head always not shutting about shit you could be doing that’s not “selfish,” but because I wanted to relax. My mom has a new-ish thing that she does on Mondays, which is PJ Monday. She doesn’t get dressed. It’s her one day a week where she just lazes around and does whatever she wants, when she wants to. Albeit, I had rituals and things to do, I’ve never actually seen the point in doing the purification via showering and the wearing ritual clothing. But, I was hot. I was sweaty. And I was going to be sitting in the noon sun with my statues. It didn’t seem prudent to wear all black capri pants and a bulky black T-shirt while I got shit going.

I’m not usually a brand name whore about my bathing paraphernalia. I swear. Okay. Wait. Yeah, I am.

So, I stepped into the shower with the intention of it being a purifying shower. With each implement I picked up, I said to myself, “This item is an item of the gods and with it, I am purified.” I used this with my soap, with my shampoo, with the face cloth I used, with my face wash, when I brushed my teeth, when I put on deodorant, and when I cleaned out my ears with Q-tips. Everything I utilized was something that the gods had come down and created to make pure and to help purify me by using those items. At the end of this ritual, I said quite clearly, “I am pure. I am pure.” Now, to me, this entire ritual was a sort of practice of heka. I said it was so and therefore, according to heka, it was so. Afterwards, I put on a plain white, girly dress that made me feel decadent. White is a common color for purification and ritual clothing in ancient Egypt, so it just happened to work out magnificently.

Statues Recharge in the Sun.
I own two statues at the moment (and one day, I probably will own more). I knew that I wanted to give them a little recharge and I figured, well… They’re both Eyes of Re. And why wouldn’t the sun be an adequate recharge for the two of them? On top of recharging my ladies, I also figured I would bring the god-juju’d jewelry that they’ve been charging for me all week. I decided I would anoint them with my Egyptian Musk oil. Whenever I want to feel powerfully connected to my gods, I wear this oil. I also brought out a cone of frankincense and myrrh incense to light between them and let the breeze blow the smoke over the two of them.

Hetharu holds my birthstone ring while Sekhmet has my ankh necklace.

I anointed both statues at the third eye and the heart with my oil. Then, I set them down on my white towel, lit the cone of incense, and watched cheerfully as the thing burned down pretty quickly. I said no words. I made no comments. I merely watched as the sun did its work along with the incense cone as it blew smoke at first one statue and then the other. I also sat in the sun and allowed it to recharge my batteries, as well. It was a peaceful moment, with my son running back and forth across the yard, and just cheerful in the extreme. I felt as one with the gods and I felt as one with myself. I felt like everything had a purpose and that the upcoming year was truly going to be a good one. I felt like everything that I had been doing up to this point was leading me in the proper direction and I couldn’t help but think, with joy, at the upcoming festivals I hope to celebrate.

Execration Rites.
Before taking part in the only concrete planned ritual I had in mind for Wep Ronpet, I figured that on top of having the sun recharge my batteries, I also needed to go through a good, old-fashioned nap to recharge my batteries. My son and I rested and relaxed for a few hours. I knew I wanted to do the execration rites around sunset. I actually chose that time of day with symbolism in mind. While the sun was setting and ending its cycle, so too would I execrate the things that have held power over me in this last year and end their cycle.

I’m sorry, but I didn’t feel comfortable letting you-all see the names of the two people I execrated in this rite.

I know that a lot of people use red pots for their execration rites, but I can’t see myself breaking good pottery that I bought for the express purpose (although I bet I could find some things at the Good Will that would have been sufficient for this task). I ended up going with a piece of red construction paper that I bought for the express purpose of using it in the rite as seen in Eternal Egypt on page 178. The things that I execrated were laziness, uncertainty, letting people walk all over me, nit-picking, unhealthy eating habits, and a myriad of other personal traits that I could do without. I also execrated the ex-husband, the Void Boy, and Apep on my red piece of paper. I followed the rite in the book, to the letter. I said the words and I followed the instructions in said book, as well. That means that I stepped on the piece of paper with my left foot (way more than just four times, by the way), that I ripped their heads off with my scissors – and in the cases of the people in question, I actually cut them in half – and then set fire to the whole thing in my cauldron.

The intent of this ritual was so powerful, I feel, that the ashes were nearly gone by the time the fire went out.

I was not safety conscience here and I did not do this outside. Everything was done at my kitchen table. The reason being because the finale had a certain special addition to it, which meant I needed to be inside. Also, this was a private ceremony and there were people running around outside. I didn’t want to get into an explanation of what was going on, if the need arose. I chose a white tea light and lit it, placing it at the bottom of my little cauldron. I then took the pieces of red paper and slowly set them to burn. The ashes scattered a few times, but all in all, the thing burned hot and fast. I think, all said and done, the burning took about ten minutes. Let me just say this, that has never happened to me when I burn paper with spell work on them. I’m lucky if they burn, at all, much less with a white-hot magnificence. I was proud of myself and felt like everything was working in my favor. Afterwards, I did a certain special addition to the spell as recommended by Devo.

Cleansing.
To cleanse my home, I was supremely grateful for Devo’s awesome cleansing guide. I know the basics of how to do a spiritual cleanse of the home and I’ve done bits and pieces before. However, I really liked her commentary on layers, which I never thought to do before. So, I read it through a good six or seven times before deciding what I wanted to use to cleanse my house. I didn’t have a lot of what she recommended or felt comfortable enough with some of the items she recommended, but I did have a sage smudge stick, salt on Hekate’s altar, and Florida water. I chose Hekate’s salt for this particular fun rite because it’s been sitting on her altar for almost a full moon cycle now, so it was chock full of her awesomeness. I chose the smudge stick because I don’t have a lot of plain white sage left. And I went with Florida water to get my lwa buddies in on this as well.

H’s salt, my smudge, L’s Florida water.

I followed what Devo said down to the letter. The only deviations that I made were in regards to my front and back doors. I started at my back door, as it is the only entrance that is used to enter my home. I poured a shit ton of salt at the edge of the doorway, just outside, which I then covered with my doormat. Then, I went around my house and stopped at the front door, following the exact same motions as I did for the back door. When I came back around, I picked up the Florida water for my next round. I opened my front door and flicked FL water at the doormat in question before moving around my house. I was distinctly amused by my actions: I felt like a priest or something. All I needed was that water rattle thing they use to bless a house. And in effect, that was what I was doing. I went to every room and made sure to flick drops on furniture as well as walls and the floor. When I was finished with that round, I used my smudge stick, getting up and down and all around. I even smudged my two dogs who were lying around.

I will say this. I’ve rarely had good times with my smudge sticks. I’ve always had a hard time getting them to stay lit. Since I tend to use them for minor things, it doesn’t normally end up causing me issues, but I did worry it would go out in the middle of my cleansing run. NOT A PROBLEM. It remained lit up to about twenty minutes after the rite.

Basic Warding.
I have never, in my existence, warded my house. If you want to know why, the exact answer is because I’ve never thought of doing that before, much less figure out how to go about doing it. I was hoping that Devo would have put out her warding entry but she hasn’t yet. I think that was actually a good thing. I think, in part, it was the gods’ way of telling me that I can’t rely on others to get things going and that sometimes, I just have to teach myself what the hell it is I need to do. So, with this particular warding occasion, I chose my Egyptian musk oil from earlier and I went to every door and every window. I anointed each door and window with the image of the crook and flail, saying, “Good spirits in; bad spirits out.” It’s very basic but you know, I’m confident in this. I’m confident that things will be going smoother.

Hell, my whole house feels lighter somehow. Yeah, we still have the bug issues and whatnot, but you know… everything feels a lot lighter in here. And that, above all else, tells me that I did very good with my celebrations this year.

If His Heart Rules Him, His Conscience Will Soon Take the Place of the Rod.

Nut and Geb, the children of the god Shu (Air) and goddess Tefnut (Moisture), were born locked together in a tight embrace. The sun god Ra ordered Shu to separate them, so Shu held his daughter high above the earth, creating room between Nut and Geb for other creatures to live. Angered by the marriage of Nut and Geb, Ra decreed that Nut could not bear children during any month of the year. Thoth, the god of wisdom, took pity on Nut and played a game with the moon—the regulator of time—that allowed him to create five extra days in the year. Because these days were not covered by Ra’s decree, Nut was able to give birth to five children: Wesir (Osiris), Heru-ur (Horus), Set, Aset (Isis), and Nebt-het (Nephthys).

As a part of celebrating my faith, I have long since decided that I need to have recreated rituals based as closely as possible on the ancient Egyptian festivals. The first major festival that is rapidly approaching is called wep-renpet, which is translated as meaning ‘Opening of the Year.’ This is, in effect, the ancient Egyptians’ version of the celebrating New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. The difference, however, lies in the fact that the calculation of the celebration is based on the heliacal rising of the most important star in the sky, Sopdet (Sirius).

The reason that Sopdet was the most important star in the sky for the ancient Egyptians is two-fold: First, the star is the brightest star in the sky. It was named Sopdet, which literally means skilled woman. The second reason is because at the rising of this star, the annual inundation of the Nile flood waters would soon begin. As ancient Egypt would be nothing without the inundation, the star held an important place.

Unlike with modern-day celebrations of a new year, the ancient Egyptians celebrated wep-renpet for a full week. Resolutions and promises for a good year aside, the celebrations varied from day-to-day. The first celebration hearkens the very end of the previous year, followed by five “intercalary days” which are of mythological and practical importance. (Mythologically, these are the five days Djehuti added to the lunar calendar so that Nut could produce offspring; practically, these days bring the previous 360 day calendar into a 365 day calendar.) The final day is the actual celebration of wep-renpet.

Day 1: Last day of the year
Day 2: Intercalary day – Wesir’s birthday
Day 3: Intercalary day – Heru-wer’s birthday
Day 4: Intercalary day – Set’s birthday
Day 5: Intercalary day – Aset’s birthday
Day 6: Intercalary day – Nebt-het’s birthday
Day 7: Wep Renpet

To honor my faith, I plan on celebrating the full week starting on August 3rd and ending on August 10th, with the rising of Sopdet to commence on the 10th.

On the final day of the year, I will “smite Apep” or at least, symbolically do so. Apep was a demon of the underworld, in the form of a giant water snake. As the enemy of the sun god, he did his best to stop Re’s sun barque from crossing the night sky and fought against them every night after the sun had set. In my symbolic version of smiting Apep, I plan on baking a snake cake and, to defeat him, cut him up into bits and devour him as he would so gladly do to the Re.

I will also clean house and “get rid of evil.” The ancient Egyptians held a “pot-smashing rite” every new year’s. They would focus all of the negative things that could happen in the upcoming year or things that had already happened to them, focus it into the pottery and smash it into bits. They would then throw the shards into the fire to symbolically destroy those bad things. As much fun as this sounds, I think a simple spring cleaning and sage smudging of my home will be sufficient.

Another form of celebration will be with images of Sekhmet. This was a common custom in ancient Egypt as Sekhmet warded away illness. Pendants were frequently worn around the neck or given on the start of a new year so that family members would remain healthy. Though I do not have a stock of Sekhmet pendants to hand out, I think pictures of the goddess should be sufficient to ward off the easier illnesses to contend with.

Other forms of worship will include full rituals to the deities on their chosen days, as well as a full Wep-Renpet ritual which will end in a full dedication to the goddess, Sekhmet.