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Mysteries of Wesir: Day 4

Today the Mysteries of Wesir continue. Today He remains gone. He is Sokar. Sokar is the embodiment of Zep Tepi. He represents that which is yet to come. He is newness and hope. He can be whatever He desires. Sokar resides between the Seen and Unseen, that middle place where one is not yet the other. He is the darkness itself. If we view Wepwawet as a doorkeeper, then Sokar would be the door itself.

So why am I bringing up Sokar? Tonight is the night when Wesir is changed, when the dead king becomes something more. He does not return to life as we think of life. He is different. He goes from being a living god, to a dead god, to a god who is dead. I equate it as being similar to a man. You have a living man, man dies and is a dead man, and then man is transformed into a glorified Akh. Wesir did that too. In fact, He did it first.

I have been thinking about death, the dead, and the afterlife these Mysteries. It has stricken me with a powerful question. Do the dead realize they are dead? All the living die, and all the dead live again, so is the reversal true? In the Unseen do they understand that we think of them as dead? Do they think of themselves as living? What do they think of us? We are in another world to them. To get the answers all I need to do is look at Wesir and my heart. And there I can see my answer.

Tonight life stirs. Sokar stirs. Something is happening. My mourning and sorrow will not remain. I will take it and transform it, like the Great God does this night. Nothing in this world last and remains forever. Everything changes. For each day is a new Zep Tepi, a new beginning, and flickering of hope.

I see that hope now, burning in a flame sitting on His altar. Tonight I anticipate His return. My hope is in god.

I leave you with a hymn which I find especially meaningful this time of year.

Holy darkness, blessed night,
heaven’s answer hidden from our sight.
As we await you, O God of silence,
we embrace your holy night.

I have tried you in fires of affliction;
I have taught your soul to grieve.
In the barren soil of your loneliness,
there I will plant my seed.

I have taught you the price of compassion;
you have stood before the grave.
Though my love can seem
like a raging storm,
this is the love that saves.

Were you there
when I raised up the mountains?
Can you guide the morning star?
Does the hawk take flight
when you give command?
Why do you doubt my pow’r?

In your deepest hour of darkness
I will give you wealth untold.
When the silence stills your spirit,
will my riches fill your soul.

As the watchman waits for morning,
and the bride awaits her groom,
so we wait to hear your footsteps
as we rest beneath your moon.

Holy darkness, blessed night,
heaven’s answer hidden from our sight.
As we await you, O God of silence,
we embrace your holy night.

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Mysteries of Wesir: Day 3

Today is the 3rd day of the Mysteries of Wesir, generally referred to as a day of mourning. Mourning is an outer reflection of the inner feeling of grief. How we express that grief is different from culture to culture. In modern American culture, it is unseemly to display mourning. In ancient times, 70 days was given.

Today I mourn for the loss of Wesir. He was taken away. He is not just missing or has gone on a trip. He is removed from us. Today has been a very cold day. It has rained all day long. Not a hard rain, but a steady soft, chilling rain. The wind has swooped through to one’s bones. The leaves are fallen from the trees. They lay in piles in the yard. Wet and lifeless. The sky was hidden by clouds all day, and tonight not one star is seen.

The weather reflects the emptiness I feel. He is gone.

His shrine, usually a source of strength and light is cold, dark, and lifeless. He is gone.

It is very cold tonight…but in this darkness and cold, there is a small flame of hope burning. I close my eyes and it is there. I cannot decipher it, or make it out with my vision, but something looms on the horizon tomorrow…

Do I feel this way because He is gone? Do I feel this way because a part of my very self is ripped from me? Or do I feel this way because I miss Him? I do. I miss Him so much…


Mysteries of Wesir: Day 2

Tonight we celebrate the Night of the Death of the Good God, Wesir.

He no longer stands, now He lies. In my morning devotions today, I took His icon and laid it down in a wooden box. There He rested, peacefully, His two sisters overlooking His bed. And I heard the words again in my head, God is dead.

Wesir is often called the Lord of Silence. He is a quiet god, speaking only when needing to. His words are carefully chosen and each carrying a multitude of meaning. Often I have thought He appears like this in the Seen World because He is so far away. He resides where gods do not go. While many of the gods interact with us from the Seen and Unseen worlds, Wesir is just a little further away. He resides with the Blessed Akhu in the Land of the Dead. Unlike the rest of the gods, He is dead.

Think about it, death that is. When someone dies, they are ripped away from us. One moment they are there, a part of our life, and the next moment they are gone, never to return. Death is so quick and frightening. It can happen anytime to anyone. My mother could die today. My best friend could die today. My dog could die today. I could die today.

Death comes to everyone, even the gods. Wesir was brave enough to enter into the clutches of death. Even as a god He had no idea what was going to happen. He did not run from it, but He confronted death. He did not confront it in any attempt to overcome death and to destroy it. He confronted death so that He could be with His people, and that they would have a king, and never be alone. They would never be separated from the gods. They would never be separated from their loved ones.

Tonight is a solemn quiet night. The house and neighborhood are eerily quiet. Silence can be deafening for some. Find that silence tonight and listen. His wisdom is there. He speaks there in whispers.

As I read the Lamentations tonight, I wish to share in the sadness of the Two Sisters. I share in their pain. I too know what it is like to have someone I loved ripped away from. I know what it is like not to tell them how you really feel about them. I too know that great emptiness which we are left with. Part of us die as well, and we are changed forver.


Mysteries of Wesir: Day 1

Today is the first day of the great Mysteries of Sokar-Wesir and one of the holiest times of year. Today the beginning of the blessed feast starts on the secular American holiday of Thanksgiving. It seems appropriate. As I went to work today, I saw family come and visit their loved ones, while others had no one. It made me reflect on how lucky I am, that my family is still here; that I still have people I love with me. And it made me contemplate, and thank god for family. It reminded me of the sacrifice Wesir made for family.

Today is the Defense of Wesir from Set. In ancient times Set was identified with the dry, arid, hot red lands of Kemet, while Wesir was identified with the lush, fertile, black land along the Nile. It is during this time of the year that the Nile waters receded and the time of growing was approaching. In today’s festival this doesn’t seem to make much sense, but later in the week it will.

According to popular myth Set killed His brother Wesir as an act of jealousy. Ancient myth tells a different story. Wesir is found dead along the banks of the Nile, drowned. Some sources point to His brother Set. As a child of Wesir, it took me a long time to come to terms with Set and what He may have done to my father. I avoided Set. I wanted nothing to do with Him. But over the years, I have come to a completely different realization. I thank Set.

I thank Set for doing what no other god could. I thank Set for loving His brother so much, that He would take the blame and make sure that His son would be as great of a king as Wesir was. I also thank Wesir, for sacrificing His own eternity with His wife and son. I thank Him for dying so that those people I love, my departed family and friends, are not alone in the West. He is there with them, shining as Ra in the Duat.

As I think about the two brothers, tears fill my eyes. They loved each other more than I could ever imagine loving a sibling. I am humbled by Their example and wish to emulate what a brother is. May I too be a good and loving a brother as Set and Wesir are to all my brothers and sisters.