'AWAKENING' CHAPTER WA
My mother’s garb caressed my figure well, much to my
surprise. The metallic black material hugged all the feminine
proportions of my body like a long lost lover. Only if
I had one to speak of, my Ka yearns for the touch of a
Nefer Aha.
"Serqet, you look radiant! You are becoming more like
the woman our mother is with each passing moment,”
said Gebsennuf.
Even though our mother transitioned into the higher
plane some time ago, Gebsennuf never referred to her as
in the past tense. I guess he was right. After all, our kind
has existed for what other life forms may consider an eternity.
My rambling thoughts were interrupted when
Gebsennuf took my hand and led me through the corridor
to Eb N Ma‘at, the counsel of elders’ chamber. I spent
a lot of time in the many passageways of our craft, just gazing
into the vastness through the portals. I stared for
moments on end at the nothingness holding everything in
place.
Although I have seen this cosmic beauty throughout
the duration of this lifetime, I am still captivated by what
my eyes behold. Now I will use those same eyes to hold
something else in captivation––my ancestors and without
their knowing. I am to take an active role in shaping their
future, my future, hmmm. We are coming closer to the
chamber, I can smell the sweet scent of Netcher permeating
from its walls.
Gebsunnef stopped in front of its doors, letting his
hand slip gently out of mine––farewell my brother. He
initiated the ritual necessary to raise our vibrations in order
to enter.
Upon entering the Eb N Ma’at, my eyes were struck
by the brilliance of its interior, I could not help covering
them with my hand. Through the shielding of my fingers,
my vision slowly adjusted to the light and the seated figures
became visible.
A total of nine members were present, all of whom
were focused on me intensely. Although their eyes reflected
peaceful intent, I could feel pure Enkhet Sekhem
emmanating from them. As they began their evaluation I
remembered what my mother taught me about centering
myself and remaining unattached to things.
During my early years her teachings were drilled
methodically into my consciousness, nevertheless my eyes
still raced around the chamber frantically. My mouth grew
increasingly dry along with my rising anxiety.
The next moments were to severely test my mental
fortitude. My entire life experience was to be literally
weighed against a feather.
As a child I thought the stories were just fantasy used
to direct children towards the right actions. Now that I
stood on a levitating disc opposite another disc holding an
actual feather on it, my mind longed to wipe away the
childish feelings of that memory. All my deeds and
thoughts ranging from honorable to unprincipled were to
be taken into account.
I nervously looked towards Gebsennuf ’s direction
searching for some type of consolement. He abruptly
turned his head in my direction and a stoic look grew on
his face––showing not even the slightest sign of support.
For a moment I shuddered about the deeds I was not
so proud of before realizing that I had nothing to fear. I
am Sat N Netcher and nothing can hide within Netcher
nor escape from it. Slowly my confidence returned to me
as the scale holding the feather teetered a little, before
coming into balance with my experiences.
A low hush fell on the counsel followed by what
seemed like never ending silence echoing throughout the
chamber.
“Serqet is worthy to carry on the work of her ascendants,”
announced Elder Djehuti in his quiet yet thundering
voice.
“As of today, she will begin her assignment,” he added.
“Dear Serqet, you have been chosen to help nurture
the growth of your ancestors. We will not tell you exactly
how to do that, that will be up to your discretion,” proclaimed
Elder Aset.
“ANKH UDJA SENEB. SHEM TCH EM HOTEP,”
they all exclaimed in unison.
As I was lead to the center of the chamber by Elder
HetHeru, her long locks brushed across my forearm as we
walked. Her scent was invigorating to the senses yet calming
to the heart.
This brief encounter with her helped to settle my
nerves and reminded me of my mother. Before Elder
HetHeru parted from me, she opened my palm then suddenly
scratched me across the top of it––it burns.
She smiled, purred, then took her leave to join the
others. She must be trying to tell me something but can’t
say it directly.
Once in the center of the chamber, I eased my body
into the Ma‘at posture. As I spread my arms a finely knit
web of energy draped down from the underside of my
arms. I see that my diligent practice of this posture has
served me well.
The counsel formed a circle around me with their
hands outstretched in the Ka pose. They began chanting
the words of power, getting lower and lower in tone as
they continued. Their voices fluctuated all about my body,
entering my cells and filling them with sweet words of
Hekau.
In my mind’s eye, the image of a young man gradually
became visible, along with a group of youths his age
pursuing him. Without warning, all my senses were bombarded
by his anxiety, causing my body to jerk violently
trying to maintain the posture.
Everything he experienced I received three-fold due to
our difference in sensory perception. My muscles tightened
in my legs and arms, steadily increasing with tension
beyond my immediate control.
Ahhh. I now see how to distance myself enough to
receive information without extreme empathy. Suddenly, a
thin sheet of energy formed between myself and this individual,
allowing me to see the events that were taking
place without experiencing the anguish.
In an instant I became aware of all the major events
that took place on the earth during the last few centuries.
The collage of events that swept through my mind carried
an underlying feeling of despair.
In addition to this, I became acquainted with all their
customs and cultural colloquialisms. Strange. This is the
first time I laid eyes on him yet, I know him the way I’ve
known my brother. This person, called Mike, is my ancestor,
along with the ones pursuing him.
Amazing. I…I know everything about them. It is as
though all their life’s information is being pumped directly
into my memories. Hmmmm. Something else I am
coming to realize, at some point I lost consciousness of my
body and was placed back in my chamber.
I can not recall when it happened or who moved me,
I am only aware of the link between this collective of individuals
and myself. I do not know when the ceremony
ended, but it left me with the awareness of a fine thread of
vibrance attached to the base of my skull.
At the other end of this thread were the five individu-
als. Their thought patterns are so garbled its making me
feel a bit uneasy. Wait....I am unable to move…I am paralyzed.
ARRRGH!!! Trying to move my body brings about
an adverse effect drawing me physically and mentally closer
to their realm. This uneasiness of my vibration diminishing
and my form becoming gross in composition is
stressful. However, the sudden strain on my spirit allowed
me to regain balance but much of my sekhem is spent.
As much as I want to help Mike, all I can do is observe
and wait. I feel helpless. I do not know what to expect to
happen or what exactly I need to do. No one explained
anything to me other than that I am responsible for the
future of my generation.
My only option now is to settle my emotions and
reluctantly watch Mike take a vicious beating from those
who he would eventually call family. This must be what is
referred to as irony.
End Chapter
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