This post started with the intention to give those who call ourselves Kemetic a place to look to find resources. I know that I am not the first to talk about this. Certainly Devo Kraemer with the Kemetic Round Table and her blog, as well as Helmsman of Yinepu, Henadology and countless others have stated the same goal. This post is to essentially open up the dialogue and throw out ideas to the greater Kemetic Community as a very small piece of a much grander puzzle. If we can just figure out where we are going, we might end up getting something that has a bit less in fighting and is a bit more cohesive.
All of we Kemetic folk are different. We come from different places, have had different sebau (teachers) It feels a little bit like that road sign on the set of M*A*S*H* that showed where everyone at the 4077th where home was. The road sign served as a starting place, rather a map of how to get there. More than simply telling someone that there is just one temple, one group or one single right way to get to where to go, it will, I hope that something like this might serve more people without any accusations of an agenda.
The truth of the matter is that civilization was born in Kemet. The pharaohs were black, and varying degrees of brown and every other skin colour that was known in the ancient world at the time. This is inevitably what happens in an integrated and cosmopolitan society. By my saying this, it does not make me a revisionist or a racist. Speaking only for myself, my goal is to welcome any and all evidence and discussion, except that which promotes racial hatred and modern cultural divisions that seem to have escalated to all time highs over the last few years.
Like most within the pagan and polytheist sphere, we Kemetics have our share of issues to deal with. We have our dramas and disagreements but overall, I don’t believe it’s anything that cannot be overcome. So…..we can choose to continue to arguments over religious doctrine or other points of contention, or point fingers about who “stole” what from whomever else, or we can acknowledge the fact that for each or us Kemet is a constant call in our lives. Just as in Kemet’s antiquity, I believe that cultural exchanges and sharing were and are the norm. Someone who was well-traveled or could appreciate the customs of the people and places that they visited was welcome as a guest and greeted as a hero or heroine when they returned home to share the knowledge that their travels had afforded them. Being a good, respectful guest was the most important thing of all. I think the akhu (ancestors) have plenty to teach us on many levels and it is something that the world desperately needs.
I believe that we can have that and be the richer even if all we do is try. We are most us here because we love Netjer or the Netjeru and honoring the akhu. The land of Kemet IS Zep Tepi, the First Time. It is inevitable that it calls to our kas with such depth and intensity that we cannot turn away – not even if we wanted to.
But what about Kemet is it that calls us?
Is it the sophistication of design? Is it the fact that science and medicine, literature and the beginnings of writing were born on the banks of the Nile? What do we as modern, 21st century people hope to gain by reviving the religion, the culture and the values of that bygone time? I believe for everyone the answer is different. Even as a child, I dreamed of a day when more people would realize how wonderful ancient Kemet was and there would be a push to restore temples and bring a language back from the Realm of the Dead. With the advances in Egyptology and the push to reconstruct events, study DNA and analyze the overwhelming amount of data coming out of Egypt on an almost daily basis, we may very well see some of these ideas and pushes become a reality.
What I want, what I am asking in this blog entry is for people to think long and hard about what it is in Kemet that draws them so deeply. I sincerely want to hear from each and every one of you – not because I am starting a new group; but rather because it’s something I’ve felt called to ask and to do. I am not doing this for any group, even though I am currently a member of a group. I respect and care for enough people outside of my own respective group and have the luxury of conversing with them in a dialogue of mutual respect. It is of paramount importance to me that this spirit of cooperation continues. For some, such as myself, Kemet was a call felt at a very young age that simply would not let go. For others, it is a reconnection to their own proud history and culture. For others, it might be something else entirely. Whatever it is – it’s important.
It is my hope that the dialogue between all of the different groups can somehow push us a little closer to having a clearing house of knowledge, lists of books to read, online courses being offered for free or at a nominal fee, groups that get together socially for no other reason than to share that interest. Later, we can discuss the potential of boards, or groups on Facebook or Google+ in order to discuss those resources that we find. Whether any of us views it as a culture, a spirituality, a passing interest or even a fandom, it is my personal belief that none of us individually knows nearly as much as all of us do collectively. It is also my belief that if we try we may yet make even more of our dreams about Kemet come true.
5 responses to “Finding Our Way Back to Kemet”
It was the goddess Ma’at, honestly, that first pulled at me, which later encompassed Sekhmet. Soon Sekhmet overpowered me intrigue in Ma’at (both concept and the goddess) and everything else has been effluvia of varying shades since.
I love you.
Thank you. 😉
I just think that it is important that the dialogue begin and take place.
I still can’t come up with really extended answer. I fall into category of people who were attracted to Egypt from childhood. I always loved the art and culture; probably it was intense aesthetic attraction that was driving me. I loved history of Egypt too, and I still remember the classes in 5th grade (but I’ve read the textbooks for 5th and 6th grade (Ancient World and Middle Ages) a year ahead before these classes were in the school.
My interest and love to the country as a whole always was very intense. I grabbed all the books I was able to acquire – remember, this was pre-internet era. My love to Egypt sometimes was more quiet, sometimes intensified greatly. In 1995, this love intensified to a whole new peak level: first, I started writing a cycle of poetry about AE, often imitating ancient lyric style. Second, I made a life-changing decision to study hieroglyphics. Third, I also wrote two historical novels, both stories set in AE (however, they will not be published as I was very young and my writing skills were far from perfect yet 🙂
And so I was amazed by language and by wonderful discovery that yes it is possible to learn it! I rushed into study. I found friends between egyptology students. As soon as there were books about AE mythology and culture newly printed in Russia – I hurried to get them all. In one of these books, I first encountered the legend of the Book of Thoth. Another life-changing event 🙂
This myth became my favorite. And I guess that I somewhat caught Djehuty’s attention 🙂 as someone who enthusiastically studied hieroglyphics, his perfect creation, and who was so much attracted to his myths…
So I really always loved “everything about Egypt” and it was natural as breathing. And of course I had favorites between the Netjeru (first, as mythology figures only; later, discoverith the spiritual reality).
* I don’t cover here the spiritual/religious journey though, it’s long and separate story.
First it was black dogs, then it was wolves, then I was gifted some AE books, one of which had Yinepu on the cover. Then came the dreams, with Yinepu all over the place with hieroglyphs.
Where it truly started, though, although I didn’t know it at the time, was when I died at age 18 and came back. Yinepu was there before the Door, with an angel who told me “it isn’t yet time for you to go into the Door. There is work to do”. I returned to my body lying on a hospital stretcher, and would not have the dreams I noted in the first paragraph until decades later.