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There are the hints here and there in the history, in the myths, the recorded information.
Arguments about whether Nymphaea caerula is psychoactive. The intensity and intoxication of scent. Hetharu's revitalising sexuality and Her drunkenness, twined with Sekhmet's cauterising rage, plague and purification. The other netjer particularly known for drinking to excess would be Set, with His chaos, destruction, and (often frustrated) male sexuality. Festival women flipping their skirts and horrifying the Greeks. Sexuality, death, fertility, linked through Asar. Compendiums of spells surrounding death. The wailing of the mourning women, mud-covered, clothes-ripped. Blood taboo. Erotic poetry. Nefertiti dancing for the Aten; girls dancing for the Nisut, for the netjerw, wearing cords about their waists and images of Bes on their thighs.
Mysteries lost, like so many of the ancient ones were.
I find myself looking at modernisms that dig into a form of those mysteries and seeing ways that they fit, the threads that could weave into the shadows behind the well-lit and respectable and give it its depth.
It was Set who shoved me into Feri.
Netjer is never perfectly straightforward.
Arguments about whether Nymphaea caerula is psychoactive. The intensity and intoxication of scent. Hetharu's revitalising sexuality and Her drunkenness, twined with Sekhmet's cauterising rage, plague and purification. The other netjer particularly known for drinking to excess would be Set, with His chaos, destruction, and (often frustrated) male sexuality. Festival women flipping their skirts and horrifying the Greeks. Sexuality, death, fertility, linked through Asar. Compendiums of spells surrounding death. The wailing of the mourning women, mud-covered, clothes-ripped. Blood taboo. Erotic poetry. Nefertiti dancing for the Aten; girls dancing for the Nisut, for the netjerw, wearing cords about their waists and images of Bes on their thighs.
Mysteries lost, like so many of the ancient ones were.
I find myself looking at modernisms that dig into a form of those mysteries and seeing ways that they fit, the threads that could weave into the shadows behind the well-lit and respectable and give it its depth.
It was Set who shoved me into Feri.
Netjer is never perfectly straightforward.
