Invoking the Egyptian Gods by Judith Page

Author:Judith Page
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ancient, egypt, africa, pyramids, isis, osiris, underworld, canopic, set, thoth, ramses, pharoah, god, goddess
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2011-10-21T00:00:00+00:00

Hat-hor

Sit comfortably on an upright chair and commence rhythmic breathing for four to six rounds.

Say the temple prayer to the deity:

I breathe the sweet breath,

Which comes forth from thy mouth.

I behold thy beauty every day.

It is my desire

That I may be rejuvenated

With life, through love of thee.

Give me thy hands, holding thy spirit,

That I may receive it and may live by it.

Call thou upon my name unto eternity,

And it shall never fail.

Invocation:

Hail to thee, Hathor!

Lady of music, song, dance, and sacred desire.

Mistress of Iunet, pray receive me into your realm.

I long to see the white Denderah as it stands on the blackened mound.

White and pure, rising like Isis out of the Nile.

Temple walls are soft in colour, colours that energise and pulsate from within.

A temple that welcomes all, and holds them spellbound on entry.

May I be captivated and held here awaiting your presence.

Great Lady, I ask for a sign,

Like a gentle breath of air, as if a kindly hand has swept a blossom lightly across my face and down towards my singing heart.

May the years drop away from me as I enter your temple.

I call upon thee to appear before me!

The air around is a mix of jasmine, musk, vanilla,

and patchouli.

Hail to Hathor, who stands before me.

Thou art statuesque and clothed in a diaphanous robe

of white, blue, and orange.

I feel the warmth of your smile enveloping me totally,

Your kohl-darkened green eyes sparkle,

Your skin is the colour of honey,

And your hair as black as a night sky.

I behold the bronze mirror in your left hand,

And with your right hand, you gently shake a sistrum.

Thou art beautiful to behold!

It is said that when Ra opened his eyes within the heart

of the lotus,

His eyes filled with nectar and dropped upon the earth.

His tears transformed into a beautiful woman,

And thus you were given the name “Gold of the Gods,”

Hathor the Great, Mistress of Iunet, bountiful Mother.

Your breasts have suckled gods and kings.

You are the wild cow of the rushes whose dance excites all living things.

Thou art the fiery power of the Wadjet that spreads terror of the king through all the land.

Thou art part of the first great culture to infuse its entire society with the magick of music and dance.

Pick up the small hand mirror from the altar and imagine the goddess standing behind you. Smile into the mirror and say:

May I see your smiling face reflected into this mirror,

May I see you dance and sway to the rhythmic throng of a solo drumbeat,

May I feel the waves of energy flow up from the ground and surge through my body,

May it serve to evoke ancient powers and memories.

May the drumbeat take me deeper and deeper into other levels of consciousness.

I pray that I may hear the ancient notes so steeped in shamanic power impact upon my senses.

Place the mirror back on the altar and pick up the goblet and say:

I offer up a libation to the mistress of song and dance and drink in her honour.

Place the goblet back on the altar and, holding the small

platter of fruit, say:

In the name of Hathor, I offer up this fruit.

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