Maftet: Lessons Along the Nile, Part III

Blow upon blow; slow and determined; violent show of hateful force, vile and wild. Blood like a volcano erupting, disrupting the soil so pure; the spoil of vengeance. Two men. Brother and brother; one murdering the other. Cries of agony finally ceased for the one deceased. Body laid still of the one who paid the price, who made right sacrifice. True?

“Kaini ndi Abele,” Maftet spoke, “but Dyēus never wanted flood of blood; Abele misunderstood but gave in generosity with no animosity. He sought to please, not seize, and on bended knees made oblation on every opportune occasion. So did Dyēus accept as libation what was spilled on crude altar with the song-psalter of pleasant Abele. Kaini was always cruel, an human ghoul born of Adama and Havva, after sinister sister.” She nodded toward the hill in the distance, behind the spill of life, to haunting-beautiful face filled with thrill at the sight of such morbid might at the hand under her command. Such was her desire, soul sunken in mire of evil. “Lilith.” And with the very name spoken my spirit was broken.

Kali_Yantra[2]“No need to be afraid,” said Maftet. “You’re only seeing, not seen; this has all gone, though come again in cycle of sin. But look! Lilith turns to leave Kaini to burn in his rage as the body of brother slain has lain on the plain but one moment, blood still hot, no rot begun. Ah! the witch-bitch of Şeytan will now move east to feast on kindred beast, where she will be high priest of newly birthed city of Smriti. There from the tomb of her womb oozed Kālikā, the warrior goddess severing heads and leading the dead, who cast dæmonic spell upon Bast, who then fast held to blood lust to suck from male bust the thick, red wine inmixed with noxious brine.”

At the terrible look of Kaini my body shook, and I took Maftet by hand to steady my stand. “So from Şeytan and Lilith came Kālikā, and from Kālikā came Bast?”

“No! You still have ears that do not hear! I’ll emasculate you to immaculate your mind so blind, I swear; to give you wisdom instead of prison of rancidity of stupidity!” Again deep inhalation. Eyes closed. Slow exhalation. “I said Kālikā cast spell upon Bast — terrible spell from hell — but Kālikā actually gave birth far more than her worth. But this was the revenge of God. You see, father sent Tanrı-meleği to Kālikā, and Tanrı paid the price and laid with vice, so Kālikā bore Parvati, who entered the world carnally, but with such verdancy and vibrancy that Tanrı quickly ensconced her away further east to stay, and there lay her upon Mount Kailash, where celestial arms would guard her against all devilish harms.” 

“All seems so torn and forlorn, so stark and dark in this world,” sadly I said.

“Not so,” Maftet smiled. “Even the wicked can change when given free range of choice and sight of true light… Kālikā was evil, but now far more civil; still dangerous, yet she can be curiously gracious, even aurous in her hospitality. Only beware of her fare, as her board spread with feast may come from the beast; but at least she’s now as apt to kill with wondrous skill the wicked as once she was the ambivalent and innocent.”

“What happened, then, to Parvati? Was she protected by the Almighty?”

parvati-pink300[1]“Yes, of course,” Maftet chuckled. “Still I have to keep you buckled, don’t I? You spy so little in so much told, but you’re young not old. Yes, Parvati lived and thrived, and still lives and thrives, and round the world has many hives of charity without disparity, of love unbounded and founded on truth from above, of divine courage that impregnates every grand story with glory. Yes, Parvati lives and gives life even to the barren in fields of famine that amaze even the Brahman! This is why the three-maters, especially Sélená, love her so much, like precious dove, heavenly clove.”

“And Şeytan and Lilith?” Not blatant, I asked my latent question.

“The Sun of Dawn rose like celestial swan with healing in his wings, what brings deliverance from disease, as he snatched the keys of dark abyss so remiss of life, place of dearth and death beyond this earth; and his breeze blows so softly through myriad trees. Yes, my love, this One struck near-fatal blow to Crow of hell and fiendish flow of flies of lies; and God was thus pleased and appeased… But enough for now; your heart will no more allow, and how can I tell you more without opening another door?”

So Maftet led me back to the Nile shore and once more into the depths, and I wondered again what might next be in store?

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Tanrı-meleği — Lit. Turkish for “angel of God,” here used as proper name

Kālikā — Otherwise “Kali,” goddess of fierce empowerment; of time, change, power, creation, preservation and destruction; obviously, recast within this narrative

Parvati — Goddess of love, fertility and devotion; of divine strength and power; gentle and nurturing

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Note: Image of Parvati from www.yrinak.blogspot.com

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Maftet: Lessons Along the Nile, Part II

Nile%20Queen[1]Maftet did not insist, nor did I resist, as we walked down into the Nile, under the Nile. Shadowy milk-water, silk enveloping my body; my mind swirling, soul churning. I could breath beneath the stream like some mystical dream, and from there I was carried, not buried, to another place in time and space. The world was new as we flew back up onto the river bank and sank our toes in tall, lush grass; the Nile now shone like sparkling glass just poured from heaven to leaven the earth newly birthed, yet I had not to be told this place, still new with morning dew, was old but not worn or torn.

Maftet pointed toward garden grand — the Garden of God, I knew — made to stand forever and ne’er one celestial strand to be undone. And there, too, was the man, tall and beautifully tan, walking naked without shame, for there was no one to blame, and instantly I knew his name: “Adama.” Maftet nodded. And all the trees and leaves, bees and flowery marquee towering, overpowering enchanting entrance into Paradise, this slice of heaven on earth made to give mirth to both in safe, luxurious catacomb called home.

Whisper breeze carried Voice across choice meadow into the man’s ear to hear. “This all is yours, and fruit for good food, but be astute, ever acute and take care not to tear from the Tree you see of Knowing growing in middle of Garden fine, what flows with such sweet wine, for in the event you snatch potent fruit so cogent to overwhelm this entire realm will be the helm-blow of your death. Tis not for you, man of earth; t’would be your everlasting dearth, but see! I’ll give you one like me — like you, to be yardımcı-ezer — strong and true, lifelong companion to see you through and subdue the wild to render mild. Ah! She is here, your separate self, your better part, torn from your heart, but God gives you new start … as one again to begin again.”

Maftet then pointed to woman anointed with beauty ravishing, lavishing Garden with song so strong and melodic, hypnotic, and instantly I knew who she was: Havva (the one some call Eva.) “So there she is so near the Tree to see how luscious , precious, and wondrous. And will she tempt in contempt of divine decree…?” With no glee nor plea, Maftet silenced my foolish spree. And I noticed mordant serpent twisted round trunk, nearly sunk into bark crevices unseen to scheme his sinister plan to destroy the human clan as Havva approached without reproach to take of mystic produce to suck sweet juice with no abuse, but there was Adama, too, so obtuse.

“Listen! Closely listen!” Maftet insisted, and the serpent spoke to Havva: “Look at the fruit, how delightful, yet has Dyēus told you not to eat such divine treat?” Havva smiled and answered, “No. Dyēus has told Adama not to eat of the Tree, lest he no longer be free; to me Dyēus has said nothing of the kind, and I am not blind.” But wiles were hidden behind serpent smiles, and he answered, “Dyēus knows that when you both eat, you will take your seat among the gods, and with feet will trod the sky so high and heaven so nigh. So why deny your mate to satiate burning hunger for learning instead of churning in soul with gaping hole?”

“I don’t understand,” not muzzling my puzzlement. “Did not God command both to steer clear of tree and ne’er to pluck fruit to suit desire for higher state in defiance of Dyēus?”

“No! Do you not hear what is so clear? Listen and understand ere I reprimand what your foolishness demands.” Maftet held me square and froze me with glare. “I am not you, and you are not me; that much you see, but you and I are we. So I may freely dip, while you may not so much as sip; thus, I may do this while you’re held at bay. Ah! Simple child, Dyēus forbid Adama to eat of this fruit to suit his own raving craving, not Havva, which is why she said, ‘We may not eat; such must be as God does see.’ But it was on that fateful day that Havva gave way to compassion and passion of love, and gave precious fruit to the knave she was meant to succor and save… And the whole cosmos could hear Dyēus crying, and Ma’at raging at the lying ddiafol, desperately trying to forestall the inevitable fall … but the wall arose, and division has been the dæmonic derision of humanity sunk into insanity ever since. And now for ages pages have been written, and prayers have ascended with incense, as the three-mothers rinse away with rain the stain of Şeytan, to regain humanity into unity with complete immunity as it was in the beginning.”

At this I wept and slept on crest of her breast. Is there, then, any hope as we grope through this world, trying to cope with endless, primeval evil? Whisper in dream seemed softly to reply, “One grand try … Dyēus … one and only one Son … birth on earth … hell to fell…” Buckled into Maftet, instinctively I suckled rich flow, pressed against blessed breast, in nest of arms and legs and safe from harm and all alarm.

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Yardımcı-Ezer — Turkish/Hebrew combination translated “help;” however, ezer is used to describe God, the Everlasting One, and only otherwise uniquely applied to Havva (or Eva, Eve)

For other meanings of names and terms, refer to Part I

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Note: Image from http://www.devids.net

Maftet: Lessons Along the Nile

hecate-triple-goddess-of-justice2“Dyēus alone plumed from his womb three daughters without mater,” Maftet slowly blinked, smiled and winked. “There names are Sélená and Cybele and Kheba, treble sisters terrible in power, but kindly enough to those who properly cower.” She looked reminiscing at the water, remembering the deadly slaughter of arrogant men full of prideful sin, and the escape of slaves to take new shape as more than sheep, to their own kingdom-keep.

“And they loved each other, and so others were born to adorn earth and sky, and leaven heaven with music bright and fair, through light and night, and never to care; they breathed pure air as they offered prayer to the three maters, daughters of Dyēus,” she shook her hair freely with look of radiance, and her fragrance intoxicating weakened me to fall into open arms to keep me from harm; so strong where I belong… I always had, and no more sad. She laughed.

“Ma’at was ne’er born, really, but torn forlorn from father’s heart to play her part as defender of truth, lender of wisdom, mender of foul schism warped through prism of Amheh, putrid hiss of the bottomless Abyss.” Her face glistened, eyes christened with crystal as I listened. “And so she it is who like great eagle high flies through the world of humanity, to look upon their insanity and puffed up vanity. And do you wonder why she tries to silence the lies and wicked cries of Şeytan flowing out from dæmonic Forest of Platan? You see what you’ve become as the children of God succumb to vile ddiafol, and march to drum of the scum!”

Crocodile in the Nile. Standard bearer of terror. Maftet laughed again as I began to shake and quake. “Have no fear, my dear; that’s only Sobki looking for his dinner, but he usually eats only the sinner.” More laughter. With wave of hand, she told him to behave and crave no meal here, nor try to steal her prized possession, which I surmised was me, which every open eye could see! I said nothing, though blushing at her stunning claim… It was true, though, and I knew.

“You see, my lovely little bumble-bee, when humanity was just begun you were one, and all was gay and fun; no foul play and nothing to shun, except the cunning Şeytan.”

The guile of the Nile was sweet, mystical ambrosia to my spirit. I replied in far-off, soft tone. “Yes … united in harmony, not blighted by blood and love in flood of peace…”

“More than this,” Maftet said as she led me down into the stream of numinous dream-cream with intoxicating steam rising into my nostrils and I so docile. “Before Havva and Adama there were the Binabae-Аралас, reflections of perfection, before Şeytan divided one and guided the now two differentiated and inebriated into drunken conflict that would afflict humanity from that day forth, and convict in sin that grew and festered, accrued and sequestered one from another — sister from brother, father from mother. And with murderous-skilled hands they killed the Binabae-Аралас; though few remain, tis true.”

“I don’t understand.”

Maftet turned on me fierce and pierced me with her eyes. “Dull-wit! Sit!” In the water? “Yes! I should strip you and beat you, whip you and treat you to Sobki! Have you been listening to what I’ve said, or is your head so thick as a brick! Little man, I’ll take a rattan to your naked ass for being so crass!” Her chest heaved as she deeply breathed; let go the phage of her rage. “Oh, but how would you know, and so slow to learn when you burn in your loins that adjoin to mind so blind? This is what happened when Havva was torn from Adama. Ah! But the ddiafol could not control the souls…” Maftet ran fingers through my hair to repair feelings peeling away in fright by sight of angry goddess. “But you have such a tender gender; don’t you see? Haven’t you always known deep down, to marrow and bone?”

Without being told, I made bold to touch strong, soft arm even risking harm … but Maftet gave no reason for alarm. “And so ever since that fateful day we’ve been trying to make our way to bring back together what was cut asunder?”

trinity[1]“Yes and no, which is why I’ve told you of Ma’at so bold; you’ve been sold the lie that adherence must be made to outward appearance lest incoherence cause an attrition of tradition holy and righteous, priceless in rightness. And all of this in plain sight of the blight of oppression and repression, degradation and humiliation, aggression and aberration. Tell me, my little pea, can two of the same love one another without any blame? It is the soul of another that fills the hole in one’s own dearest spirit. And why not? This is the mimic of the timeless limerick of Sélená and Cybele and Kheba, what first burst forth from the bowels of father Dyēus… Remember, I said he alone plumed from his womb three daughters without mater.”

“And so what of me, now that you’ve snatched me from Bubastis and hatched such truth in the bed of my head; what now as before you I bow?” More laughter after stroking my cheek so sleek with dewdrops from eyes unwise. Would she now baptize me in the Nile beneath her radiant smile? Drum beat of my heart left me numb and dumb, with her thumb pressed at base of my neck; what would I now become?

“Wait, my dove; I’ve claimed you, not blamed you.” With arm round waist, she made no haste to led me deep into the keep of the ancient Nile, and as she lead said, “Come; there is more to show, for you to know; truth kept below by the foe of humanity driven to insanity. Come…”

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Dyēus — Sky father, or shining father; believed to be the chief deity in henotheistic Indo-European societies

Şeytan — Satan; devil

Ddiafol — Devil

Maftet — Deification of legal justice; consort of Ma’at

Ma’at — Deified concept of truth, balance, order, law, morality, and justice

Sélená and Cybele and Kheba — Three great ancient goddesses here recast as intimate sister-companions and daughters of Dyēus

Binabae-Аралас — Two combined words used to cast an ancient, pre-historic race of homo hermaphroditus (intersexual)

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Note: Image of triple-goddess from http://www.pinterest.com

In the Corner with Maftet in Bubastis, Part II

“Step back into black.” Of course I didn’t understand, but waited for no reprimand. “So sad Sia’s not here for you, too, for sheer knowing’s sake to make you wise enough to devise your own escape.” Maftet turned and burned into my eyes. “I see the hole in your soul, and you’ve no idea what’s happening now and how the cow’s readied for slaughter to the daughter of war… Ah! And the claws on more than paws; you don’t see that either, do you?”

“No.” What blow to what ego left; most of it bereft now. Hell! I still didn’t know exactly where I was, and wanted to tear out my hair, and there was no escape, only the misshape of fanciful ideas of…

“Wake up, stupid pup! And take your place where I told you to hide!” She turned on me wild with mild smile, like mother to child and I was beguiled. Laughter. Shake of the head in pity in city so glum, filled with scum. “You’re too easy, ignorant, but not sleazy… I think I’ll end up buckling you to my belt like a whelp to help keep you safe from the strafe of Bast, my little waif. And you would like that, too, wouldn’t you?”

Beautiful. Vicious. Even malicious. Could I help but love her, especially under such fierce cover?

“You’re caught, my love-dove! You’re no good at hiding your thoughts!” Laughter again in kinder tone with knowing shake of the head. “Instead, just be honest; don’t try to lie, or you’ll die. I’m the companion-defender of Ma’at, who sought my skill to kill all untrue and those who skew… But look now! The slick black cat licks and pricks the incarnation of Bast, not to be lost, for revelation of blood, elevation of fixation on oozing red! It’s an exhortation to exploitation of unsuspecting fool, thickheaded mule; perhaps she should consume? He’d only resume his stupid ways in more dull days in disgusting brain-haze!”

Let him die? And not even try…

“Dammit, I told you already! Are you so unsteady in your own mind and so blind? I can hear you, dear!” Fierce look; soul pierce. I wanted to cower under her tower. “Shut up, now, and look! This is how she moves and proves her prowess, what behooves you to comprehend ere you bend to her feline ways on cloudier days in maze of confusion and dark illusion. I’ll not always be with you to correct, protect, and deflect all danger from the ranger of hell.”

Maftet grabbed and held me, nabbed my neck to beckon me listen, looking at glisten-face. “If I were to lie, my lies you’d believe just looking in my eyes, and you could not even try to resist what I insist… but why? You know so little, your spirit so brittle, but I’ll not belittle; after all, only last Spring did you sing your first babe’s song and sigh so nigh strong breast, sweet milk to drink to sink to peaceful sleep in protected keep. How, then, could you know, could you really see here what there is to see and the degree of malice from ages foregone, hidden behind devilish curtains drawn?”

“What don’t I see here in this place so drear? There is Bast; there is man; there is cat. There is dæmon cast, evil plan, and ghoulish feline rat! What more to even the score of what I know as I forego this awful trek bedecked in thin veneer under sneer of deities old and ere so cold?”

Kiss. Shockingly gentle. Smile … kind. “I am not blind but you I will bind to me to be mine at least till we leave the awful beast and grime-ridden place in Bubastis, however slow the pace. But look again and see; remember I said the claws are on more than paws? The two are one, and one is two; it’s true. Aton summoned Sekhmet and Bastet ~ her full name ~ in blame of war and violence, to deplore the double-whore of mindless defiance of peace, commanding all battles to cease; so they converged and merged, struck their blow upon Aton to show the power of unabated hate, and crash the tower and smash every bower of Ennead, but the champion of the pantheon was Ma’at, and she chose me as mate to satiate the anger of Aton and remove all danger of dæmons so loud and proud, who drain stupid men who cant think above notch of the crotch! Do you now more understand, your soul expand to see how out-of-hand is this deific grandstand of wretched whore-war band?”

Ah! But Bast moved again … surreptitiously, expeditiously, suspiciously, but oh-so obviously ambitiously. Ready for the thrill of the kill?

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Final Note: This is the second part of my own ‘spin-off’ inspired by the creative work of unbolt and Tony Single, specifically their collaborative work, the second part of which is entitled, Sekhmet. (You also need to back track to their first part, of course!) Now I will stand in my dark little corner and await (with Maftet) the next installment of their trilogy. In the meantime, I think I kind of/sort of promised something to Jesus and His Church, (also an excellent blog… the last two entries featuring guest writer Jonathan Kent Adams is very worthwhile to read in his Ramblings of a Sinner, Probably the Worst, Hopefully Getting Better: Part 1).