Ancient Egyptian Sexuality by Caroline Seawright 

Ancient Egyptian Sexuality

by Caroline Seawright
April 9, 2001

The Egyptian sacred ‘prostitute’ (who was probably a highly regarded as a member of Egyptian society because of her association with different gods or goddesses (such as Bes and Hathor), rather than the street walker that the modern mind imagines) advertised herself through her clothing and make up. Some of these women wore blue faience beaded fish-net dresses. They painted their lips red, and tattooed themselves on the breasts or thighs and even went around totally nude. There is no evidence that these women were paid for these fertility-related acts, so some believe that word ‘prostitute’ is probably an incorrect term for these women. In fact, the Victorian era theory that these women were prostitutes is not backed up by evidence at all. All archaeological evidence for women with such tattoos shows them to have been New Kingdom female musicians or dancers.
Another idea pointed out to me by Daniel Kolos, an Egyptologist academically trained at the University of Toronto, is that this premarital sexual activity might be a prerequisite for marriage. One of the theories that disassociates these women from being prostitutes, is that their sexual activity could be part of a “coming-of-age ritual”, just as circumcision was one for males. With Egypt’s heavy emphasis on fertility as the defining nature of a man or a woman, this idea is a highly likely probability.

Other theories could be that the young virgin girls joined itinerant performing groups – dancers, singers and the like – and during their time with these groups they experienced their first sexual encounters. If a girl became pregnant, she would probably leave the troupe to head home to her family with proof of her fertility. (Motherhood was venerated, giving a woman a much higher status in society, so pregnancy was something to be proud of in ancient Egypt.)

These travelling groups of women were strongly linked with midwifery and childbirth-related deities. The goddesses Isis, Nephthys, Meskhenet and Heqet disguised themselves as itinerant performers, travelling with the god Khnum as their porter. Carrying the sistrum and menat instruments – instruments with sexual overtones – they showed it to Rawoser, the expectant father. Knowing that his wife, Raddjedet, was having a very difficult labour, he told these women – the disguised goddesses – about his wife’s troubles, and at their offer of help, he let them in to see her.

These women do not seem to be pay-for-sex prostitutes, instead they seem to be a link with the divine, a helper of expectant mothers and singers, dancers and musicians. This is not to say that there were no pay-for-sex prostitutes in ancient Egypt, it it just that there is little evidence of this found. Considering Egypt’s very different image of sexuality, the modern concept of both sexuality and prostitution do not fit this ancient society. Women operated under a totally different cultural imperative than women today, thus ancient Egyptian sexuality must be looked at without modern prejudices. It seems that these female performers, these ‘prostitutes’, were treated with courtesy and respect, and there seemed to be a well established link between these travelling performers and fertility, childbirth, religion and magic.

Altars and I’m Sooo Grounded

Bast took over the main Altar. I must now set up smaller altars for everything else. This is what I get for neglecting it for so long. *Don’t do this at home kids, I get special treatment cause I am spoiled*

SO… I have been bad.

I’ve neglected the house altar. Bast’s altar.

It was still in its Samahin draperies. The stones all askew. My Set and Bast icons had fallen behind the bookshelf I use as an altar table (the cats knocking them over.) They NEVER go up there. This was her way of telling me to clean it. 🙂

Normally, the altar is a communal one. I have Set and Bast and occasionally Thoth and Anubis, My Holy Dead, and whatever workings I have going on there. I live in a TINY place and space is at a premium. ALAS, since I have been so Naughty Bast will not share and has taken over the main altar. I will now have to erect smaller altars for everyone else in another place. Which means cleaning the whole house to find a spot for them.

She is not mad as I said in the past she is very indulgent of me. I worship her everyday and with every breath and do not need to maintain an altar to her but she does like it. If I have one she does want it kept up 🙂

I know when it come to this I am like a spoiled teenager. “Go clean your room!” “But Maaooom, I have to do my homework FIIIIIRST”  Well my homework is done for the moment time to clean. Dad and the Holy Dead will want someplace nice to sit too. So instead of just cleaning “my room” I now have to clean the whole house. She may be indulgent of me but I still get grounded.

Magick in the Mundane

Hagalaz
Hagalaz (Photo credit: Nathaniel_U)

 

 

 

I have been extra antsy today bordering on manic. I decided to go on my second walk for the evening at about 10pm. This is how I feel when my when I have a “message” waiting. So on the second walk. I cleared my mind and “said” “Ok, I am here listening.” I opened up myself and connected to the Divine. I casually strolled by small urban homes and their postal stamp yards. Raising my hand up I casually stroked the leaves of low hanging branches as I walked under them. The great Oaks, Maples young and ancient and River Birches which are native to this area.

 

 

 

I hear the insects sing their nightly love songs. The sound of water rushing beneath my feet, as the city storm drains try to handle all the water from last nights rain. The gentle kisses from the air to exposed skin on my arms and shoulders. The smell of the moist dewy earth and fresh-cut lawns and the light of every street lamp and porch light that brightened my way.

 

 

 

Truly, blissfully reveling in the moment. I knew that this was the “message”. Find Magick in the Mundane. Just being present in the stillness of the night and observing. Connecting to everything large and small. From the insects mating calls to the stars up above. Singularly we are insignificant but connected we are infinite.

 

 

 

Upon returning home I pulled a rune. HAGALAZ

 

 

 

Harmony and transformation

 

 

 

Yew or Ash Tree, Yggdrasil

 

 

 

Hagalaz forms a cosmic model that contains the potential energy of Oneness, born from the dynamic generating, and constantly evolving, unity of fire and ice.

 

 

 

Poetic.

 

 

 

Bast-The Egyptian /Kemetic Problem

photograph of a cosmetic jar topped with a lio...
photograph of a cosmetic jar topped with a lioness, representing the goddess Bast, a burial artifact from the tomb of Tutankhamun dating from the eighteenth dynasty of Ancient Egypt, circa 1323 B.C. – Cairo Museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I stated previously the Ancient Egyptian civilization ran anywhere from 6,000 to 25,000 years. That is a lot of time my friends, it has only been roughly 2,000 year between now and the birth of Christ and look how much has changed.

So even at the most conservative estimates the Egyptian civilization ran for twice as long  as any other culture since.  There is a theory why this is but I will get into that another time.

When dealing with Egyptian Divinity you are dealing with an at least 6,000 year spectrum. Which has roughly been divided up between Old, Middle and New Kingdoms. This information is important, because the majority of the information out there is only from New Kingdom. There is some from Middle Kingdom but much from Old Kingdom is lost. There are several reason for this but again I will go into this another time, Oh Library of Alexandria how I mourn you. 

Bast is an Old Kingdom Goddess.

The Old Kingdom was very much like Europe after the Romans retreated. Full of smaller tribal kingdoms, each with their own set of gods, always quarreling with each other.

For the majority of Old Kingdom, Upper and Lower Egypt were separate and even once they were united under the same crown they were still divided much as they are today.

It is important to understand the people that “created” Bast in order to understand Bast.

So because of evolution through time and the tribal groups coming together there is a lot of  syncretism. I know it a 4 letter word not actually consisting of four letters.

Bast has many forms and has been syncretized with numerous other Egyptian and Non Egyptian Goddess. This is a list of just SOME of them. One of Her TITLES is : She Of Many Names

Bast/ Bastis/ Ba en Aset/Ubasti/ Bastet/ Bubastis/ Wadjet-Bast/ Artemis/ Sekhmet/ Hathor/ Bast-Mut/ Nekhbet/ Diana.

So as you can see getting to know her is not as simple as just picking up a book and learning about her. For most likely you are only getting a part of the picture, only a piece of the puzzle. She is as hard to nail down as…..Well a Cat 🙂

 

Definition of SYNCRETISM

1
: the combination of different forms of belief or practice
2
: the fusion of two or more originally different inflectional form
*****I am not an Anthropologist or an Egyptologist. The majority of this information is either UPG or from  Ancient Egyptian Myths and Legends by Lewis Spence (who was an expert)

Bast- Not Just A Kitten Herder

Copyright Mickie Mueller

Image by Mickie Mueller

I have been searching for a while, like a lost kitten. For someone to see Bast as I do.  Now I realize that my personal view is UPG (unverified personal gnosis). Which is this handy phrase I have learned from the WordPress community.

 However even with UPG when people talk about a God lets say Loki, since he seems to be awfully popular at the moment, they all seem to be talking about the same person similar personality characteristics, etc.  Unless you are dealing with the bad kind of Lokaens who not actually spiritual and use his name as an excuse for destruction and chaos. BUT THAT IS A WHOLE OTHER BLOG 🙂

I don’t seem to have that with Bast. I want to Dish. I want to compare notes.

Did she say this to you? Oh well she told me this….Oh and you would never believe what the Great Lady is up to today…

IN MY experience most people only call upon Bast when they have a concern for their house pet. My cat is sick or lost or just passed. Oh Lady Bast Hear My Prayer….

“While the cat was determined to be the most popular expression of Bast in antiquity, to simply narrow Her down into a rattle-shaking kitten herder is missing the point.” Per- Bast.org

She is so much more than that.

The only people that really seem to give Bast her due is the Kemetics. Which is only logical.

Yet, for me they appear to be missing something, her passion, personality, HER. The Kemetics main goal is to reconstruct what was lost to their best of the abilities. While that is a very lofty and wonderful goal. Bast is one of the oldest historically traceable deities.

The Egyptian civilization was at conservative estimates around 6,000 years and over 25,000 on the more liberal end. This was before Christ. The point is that she is not what she once was. She has evolved and grown and become more. So much more.

Please Kemetics do not take this as an insult this is only what I have seen on the outside and it may be far different inside a Kemetic circle. Which I have not yet had the luxury to experience.

So I guess what I am saying is that I am going to start the conversation and share My Bast with YOU. In the hopes that they are other searchers and they will find me.

Other people who work with Her on a Deep Level and are learning her Mysteries.

The Maiden, Mother and Warrior

Destroyer of Apep

Lady of the Flame

Eye of Ra

Mom

 

Four Point Cleansing Ritual


Native American Comments & Graphics

~Magickal Graphics~

 

4 Point Cleansing Ritual

For a Basic Cleansing I recommend simply smudging your space with Sage. However sometimes a deeper more thorough cleansing is needed and for that I recommend the four point cleansing, using the Earth, Air, Fire and Water. With anything in Magick the more you put into it the more you get out of it. I recommend doing this monthly on the Dark Moon and if needed more so than weekly on Saturday.

Items Need:

House Broom

Bell

Sage

Holy Water*

*While Holy Water can be bought or obtained it is usually easiest to make it yourself. For extra boost catch rainwater or collect water yourself from a natural spring. (If collecting spring water make sure the mouth of the container is going with the current not against) DO NOT use Pond Water or any stagnant water. Being practical, Tap Water will work in a pinch. Place water in a container, bowl or cup, that is large enough for you to fit your hand into. Sitting quietly with the water, think of things that make you happy. Good Memories, a loved one, a beloved pet. When you feel yourself begin to smile from all the happy memories then focus on sending that energy into the water. Begin to stir the water clockwise with your finger, sending the warm happy feeling from your heart, down your arm, thru your hand into the water. When you feel the water is full of happy blessed energy then you have made Holy Water.

The Cleansing

Earth: The Broom.

Start at the very back of the space and proceed to sweep forward. While you may use a dustpan to pick up any dirt you sweep you must always continue to sweep towards the front of the house. Going into every room, every closet, every space leave no area untouched always moving forward towards the front door. As you physically sweep realize that you are also sweeping out any negativity and toxic residue and you are sweeping it out of your house. Back thru the front door from which it came. Be Sure to Open Up the door and sweep thru the threshold, even cleaning the front porch and steps if you have them. You want all that ick out of your house not trapped at the front door. *If you are one of those families that always enters from the garage or back door then use that as your “Front Door” in this working.

Air: The Bell.

The ringing of a bell is used as a symbol of protection across the world for centuries. The strength of the bell comes from the vibrations that it issues when struck. Repeat the process stated above going from room to room, starting in the back and work your way forward, walking the full perimeter of the room leaving no space untouched, ringing the bell the whole way. If one does not own a bell these things can be substituted: a drum, Tambourine, Finger Cymbals, crystal glass with water, rattles or shakers, banging on pots and pans.

Fire: Sage

Repeat the process stated above moving from room to room starting in the back working your way forward filling the space with the smoke from Sage.

Water: Holy Water

Again repeat the process dipping your hand into the water and flicking it as you go. For extra protection rub water along the door jams and window sills. To seal your house in love.

Remember to remove the dust from sweeping immediately from the house out the “front door”. If you have Holy Water left over you may bottle it to use again for later or pour out the remainder outside as an offering When finished with your house, cleanse yourself by taking a long hot shower and or bath visualizing any ick going down the drain. For extra benefits use epsom salts and lavender.

The Gypsy Caravan


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The Caravan

The wheels of the Gypsy Caravan turn over rock, field and mud. In the rain, sun or war. The caravan always comes through. The Show must go on in good times and bad for we sing for our suppers. The hat nary a coin.

Never in the same place for long as hospitality grows short and the nights cold. We hike up our skirts and bare our breasts all while swallowing flame and sword. The hat begins to fill as our stomachs grumble in anticipation.

The Warden comes a calling with eye for the young. Tucking the innocent away The Warden leaves, his pockets heavy with coin. Our stomachs grumble some more.

The old woman take turns reading fortunes, many are told what they wanted to hear. The Farmer’s Wife trades fresh bread and ale for a potion to cure her womb. Our stomachs grumble no longer.

The Farmer’s Wife will be big of belly come spring. The Shepherd’s boy will be proud. In the morn the Caravan packs for the next village, city or town.

New Shinies!

Double Happiness Candle with Necklace $6 or 2 for $10- Made from 99% recycled materials and hand poured.

Wild Garden Necklace $40

2 Copper Butterflies and 3 copper Roses

Turquoise

Labradorite

Amethyst

Rose Quartz

Moonstone

Lapis Lazuli

and many more

New items I will be adding to my Etsy store soon http://www.etsy.com/shop/HouseofCyanide

I will be vending at St. Louis Pagan Picnic June 8th and 9th my Etsy will probably be pretty sparse until after Pagan Picnic.

Hurry Up and Sail Already

The Universe has been trying to give me a message for a while now. “BE Patient!”

This message original came to me as a Tarot reading given to me by my friend Zach at the Ancient Ways St. Louis – Beltaine.

Then again by Flora Peterson in care of this video on youtube HERE

And then again just recently by my Spirit Brother Loki in the form of a Rune reading..

Past WYRD Present ANSUZ and Future THURISAZ

I have done all my homework and the future is not here yet. Just relax and be in the present. I try. I try really hard to just be in the moment. To take this time given to me and relish in it.

BUT…

There is so much I want to do and I always feel like I have the clock against me.

I need to stop comparing myself to others. My journey is not their journey. I know this but I need to keep reminding myself  *smiles*

I know that the Gods walk with me. Guarding my back, beside me holding my hand and in front guiding the way. I know because when I took the leap of faith to leave my full-time job and become a fulltime gypsy they have proven to me again and again.

That when times seem bleak or the task appears impossible that all I need is a little faith. Not faith in them but faith in myself.

I can cite examples over and over when a gig or an opportunity came my way seemingly out of nowhere and it was what got me through till the next time.

I am so used to the constant uphill struggle that I don’t know how to lay down the oar anymore. It is time to stop the back-breaking labor of rowing and release the sails and coast on the wind.

Now if only I can figure out how to untether those darn sails.

Viking ship at sea Project Gutenberg
Viking ship at sea Project Gutenberg

 

How I Met My Mother – BAST

Circe_by_Wright_Barker_(1889)

Circe 1889 Wright Barker- Although it always seemed very Bast like to me.

 

I consider myself a Daughter Of Bast which is a term I created for those who dedicate their lives to her. As I have said before Bast has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. She started out as a voice in my head a voice that I knew was not my own. I don’t rightly know when I started hearing it, it was just always there.

As I grew older the voice grew stronger and spoke to me more. To Clarify, IT NEVER told me to do bad things. In fact, when I wanted to impulsively do bad things. It would discourage that course of action. It was comforting and motherly when I needed it and it was strict and stern when I needed that too. I always knew the voice was female that was never a question.

As I am writing this I am realizing now why I have been so shy about sharing her, it was years and years of the practice of silence when it concerned her. She stated that I must never share her existence while I was a child and caution me from telling everything I knew like most children do. Like, I can still be guilty of doing today. *smiles*   Even though she guided me to not tell about talking to her, spirits, etc. I was young and couldn’t always distinguish between what I saw and what everyone else saw. Soon my parents were dragging me to every psychiatrist, psychologist, and counselor in the phone book.

Throughout most of my grade school years, I was heavily medicated and most of those memories are foggy. Right around highschool, I started palming all the medicine and throwing it away. Incidentally, my grades went up in school. Roughly during that time as I was coming off the medication Bast’s voice got louder.

I knew that Bast was a cat, in fact for years she was like the Cheshire Cat in my head coming and going. I simply thought that she was a cat spirit who had taken a liking to me. As I mentioned before, I was visiting a friend who had AOL, this was back when it was a luxury item and only like 1 in 10 households had it, if that. I decided I wanted to search the internet to see if I could find her name she never told me it before and it had never occurred to me until that evening. I put in Cat Spirit and came up with several Japanese and Asian links and quickly bypassed them. I knew that wasn’t right and then tried Cat Goddess.

When the links for Bast came up it was like the casino bells going off in my head DING, DING, DING.  I knew that was her name and her voice confirmed it. Around this time was when I started looking into Wicca. I was 13 or 14 years old and what I could find on AOL really fascinated me. I don’t remember the exact names of those early websites, but there were lots of purple backgrounds with, with dancing pentacles everywhere. I studied it secretly for years every time I had access to the internet either at school or later at home. For a long time, I just read and studied with a thirst of knowledge. I studied everything I could get my hands on.

To this day Bast is still with me, always. I see her now. She takes the form of a large black panther with bright green eyes, as if they are made from Labradorite. This is her happy form, her common form. Other times, she takes the form of Maiden, and more lately she is taking on the form of the Mother with gray at her temples of her black hair. In her human form she could be Native American or Hispanic or the more obvious Arabic, but she doesn’t seem to have that African quality that so many depict her as.

When she is mad or protective she will take the form of a Lion or a Tiger. She is very rarely ever been so towards me. She is almost indulgent with me. I am very spoiled by her, although when I do step out of line she makes the comment. “I will have you father deal with you” and that my friends is a story for another time.