I walk into a darkened room with a small lantern. The scent of Myrrh floods my senses and I kneel before the altar. The dark organ-sounds play from the speakers and I cannot speak. I’m arrested by His presence. He stands before me with His staff, holding out a hand. I take His hand and I’m no longer in my bedroom but a darkened tomb…the embalming chamber.
He leads me to the body, and when I look, I see that it is mine. He gently washes my body, cleansing it for the afterlife. He removes each organ lovingly, placing them into the hands of the Sons of Horus. Time doesn’t exist in the embalming chamber, it doesn’t exist in Anpu’s presence. My body is treated with salt, and the dehydration process takes over my body. My limbs are then packed with clay and my body with linen and myrrh. My corpse is lovingly treated with oils and lotions and eventually I’m wrapped in the shroud, mummified…
Later I come to, and I am laying in the darkened room, renewed, touched and loved by Anubis, my Patron god, my friend, my strength.
Anpu is always there for me, always guiding me. He has been my patron god for the better part of the 10 years I’ve been practicing witchcraft, and has always fascinated me. His energy is complementary to Hekate’s and I do believe that they work well together from my own experience. The Tomb on the Crossroads, the Key and Ankh.
Anubis also has a very playful side, which I have experienced often, but His loyalty and fierce protection never wane for a moment. His staff gives me strength when I feel the weight of the world crushing me, and his gentle breath and presence is around me throughout the day. As with Hekate I have had experiences with Anubis that cannot be explained, cannot be written, they are the Mysteries, and must be discovered by each of his acolytes alone in the desert tomb.
He is my friend, my confidant, my guide, my lord.
I love Him.
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