Monthly Archives: April 2012

8. Beliefs: Heka and Magic

I thought I write a little about heka and who and what it is. Heka with the capital “H” is the name of the god. He sits aboard the Boat of Millions of Years along with Sia and Hu, assisting Ra with his duties. He is one of the powers of Ra, He is the divine utterance of Ptah, and He is the divine deification of magic.

Magic in Kemeticism is referred to as heka with a lower case “h.” It is generally defined as “authoritative speech.” Our modern notions of magic can stem from the fantastic (Harry Potter-like) and the more mundane. Sometimes we look at it as supernatural. This can be an incorrect view. The ancients did not see heka as something extraordinary, or being divine. Heka was an everyday practice. I guess you can equivocate it to having a headache. If you had a headache, you would probably take some sort of medicine. Well, if the ancients had a headache they would have grabbed some grease or say a pray to Heru. Not that different except for the means involved.

Heka was given by the gods at the creation as a means to help us. It was used for a variety of occasions – medicine, dentistry, farming, fishing, and pregnancy. Heka is within us, an important part of our own being. Infused into our kau. It is vocalized with the breath of life, coming from our speech.

Every word we say to every one is a type of heka. Our words can create. Our words can destroy. Our words can bring love. Our words can spread hate. Stop a moment and think about it. Think about how you say things to people. Think about the tone in your voice. Think about the expressions on your face. All of these actions create heka. They make change. They can bring into being. They can annihilate.

When I first joined the House of Netjer, I said, “I could never be a magician. I just don’t like doing heka.” When I practiced Wicca I was horrible at it because I never wanted to cast a spell and take the time to make a big production out of a simple want.

I was in error, because I speak heka daily. Communication is an extremely important skill in my career. I constantly have to think what I am saying and how I want my message across to create a change in my patient’s behavior. Everyday I do Senut I speak powerful words creating a change. I make myself as pure as a newborn god. When I perform the State Rite I speak heka, bringing ma’at to the god in the name of the king.

All of us do heka. It is a part of who we are. Before you speak words, think about what change they may bring. Our words are our heka, they are powerful from god’s very own mouth. Use them wisely.


Easter – spes mea in deo es

I wanted to blog today about what Easter means to me and I am not very sure where this is going. It is an important holiday in Christianity, and so that means it is important to my ancestors. And this is why I still honor this day. I honor it for my grandmother who taught me that god is indeed real and that He loves me just the way He made me. I honor it for my Uncle who always cooked the best ham and fixings on this day. I honor it for Dale who showed me that god wants us to be happy in life. I also honor it for those people whom I admire that lived their life for god.

This morning I burned incense at the ancestral shrine. I wished all my ancestors a very happy and blessed Easter. I then read the story of the resurrection from the Gospel of St. John. They were pleased. After this I got cleaned up and went to Mass locally at St Francis Solonus Church. There I celebrated this special day for Bondeye, my spirits, and my Christian ancestors from the Catholic side.

Although I don’t follow the Christian path I am very aware of what this day means to its followers – hope. Hope in an afterlife. Hope in a continuance. Hope in god. Without hope, despair can easily infiltrate.

The Scottish Rite of Freemasonry has a motto which says “spes mea in deo est,” which means my hope is in god. It comes from the 31st degree in the Northern Jurisdiction. In fact this emblem is on my car, so that whenever I look at it, I am reminded where my hope lies.

I place my hope in god, because my heart is filled with love for Him. Not for what He can give me. Not for promises He made. But because He loves me.

Don’t get me wrong I do hope for an afterlife. I hope for a happy life. I hope for career fulfillment. But these aren’t just prizes for having this hope. These are separate.

As I look at the hope that Easter Sunday brings millions across the globe, I can share in that hope with them, even though I don’t share the faith. Every zep tepi for me renews my hope. When I look at this scarab I wear around my neck, I see the hope it symbolizes. It is the hope of things becoming. Of my ideas coming to life.

Khepera was frequently associated with the rising sun, the dawning of day from the darkness of night. He represented the embodiment of hope to come. The following spell for the dead reflects the hope the ancients had in Khepera

“I am the god Khepera, and my members shall have an everlasting existence. I shall not decay, I shall not rot, I shall not putrefy, I shall not turn into worms, and I shall not see corruption under the eye of the god Shu. I shall have my being, I shall have my being; I shall live, I shall live; I shall germinate, I shall germinate, I shall germinate; I shall wake up in peace. I shall not putrefy; my bowels shall not perish; I shall not suffer injury; mine eye shall not decay; the form of my countenance shall not disappear; mine ear shall not become deaf; my head shall not be separated from my neck; my tongue shall not be carried away; my hair shall not be cut off; mine eyebrows shall not be shaved off, and no baleful injury shall come upon me. My body shall be established, and it shall neither fall into ruin, nor be destroyed on this earth.”

May Khepera always be my hope. May my hope always rest in Netjer who is my protector and defender. Nothing can harm me. For I am embraced by the gods, and forever bound to their names…

Today may you share in my hope and the hope generated by millions today and everyday.