We are the ones who rise
We are the cursers
We are the crafters
We are the ones who heal
We are the charmers
We are the wise
We are the ones who dare
We are the quiet fury
We are the witches
(C) Image and Prose: T Georgitsis 2017
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One of my family akhu who is lovingly known as “Thea” has had more of a dominating presence of late (what’s new as she’s always been the dominant one when it comes to family akhu) and yesterday in shrine I got the distinct impression from her that she is waiting for me to put in writing the story of her life I have collated from various family members and those who knew her. I feel this will honor her greatly as well as framing the large portrait of her, which I had made which needs to be placed on the wall backing my Akhu shrine.
Speaking of Thea, an old coven member of mine, who moved, years back, tried to call her to assist her with her personal crisis and all I can say is Thea was NOT impressed. This old coven member said that she’s been trying to connect with Thea for the last couple of years and she’s not been able to. Whilst the old coven member was telling me this over the phone in that instant I felt Thea’s presence come up behind me and I felt her say in Greek in quite an arrogant and pissed off way “who is SHE for her to call favours from me – I don’t owe HER a thing” and the vibe I got from Thea was that she was really put out by being summoned by someone she has no connection to.
If you knew my Thea you knew NEVER to piss her off as not only was she quite a powerful magician in her day she had a wicked temper and was only loyal to her blood relations. So I questioned this old coven member as to why she’s been calling to my Akhu, as after all she has her own and she’s not even practicing the kemetic or witchcraft path anymore. I was told that she needed help and didn’t know who else to call upon. I suggested that she call upon her own Akhu and I had to delicately explain to my old coven member that Thea has been ignoring her and that her call for help will go unheard because she’s not bound to her in anyway and is not going to help her.
Thea has helped this old coven member before on one occasion but that is because I interceded and asked her to help them. Also I feel Thea was annoyed with this old coven member because. 1. no one commands Thea 2. Thea always takes payment for her services and 3. Thea does what she pleases – even in the spirit world.
So moral of the story is – don’t use other people’s Akhu…its disrespectful and might actually annoy your ancestors!
(C) T. Georgitsis 2017
Here is a basic Kemetic ritual for Wep Ronpet I wrote and use yearly:
Here are the dates for the end of the year and Wep Ronpet:
July 28th Last Day of the Year: Feast of Lights at Esna (and Sais)
Epagomenal Day 00 – July 29th: Day Dedicated to Yinepu and Khonsu
Epagomenal Day 0 – July 30th: Day Dedicated to Djehuty
Epagomenal Day 1 – July 31st: Birthday of Wesir
Epagomenal Day 2 – August 1st: Birthday of Heru-wer
Epagomenal Day 3 – August 2nd: Birthday of Set
Epagomenal Day 4 – August 3rd: Birthday of Aset
Epagomenal Day 5 – August 4th: Birthday of Nebt-het
1 August 5th – Wep Ronpet
In this issue of of The Alternative Spirit Magazine, I’m talking about one of my favorite subjects – medicine of the ancients!
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Unknown to me at the time, I first started working with the blessed dead as a young child. I call them the blessed dead because they have provided me with messages to aid the living, insight or knowledge applicable in life and guided me on my magickal and spiritual path. The blessed dead is a term I use, as it’s a name used for our ancestors and deceased loved ones in the Kemetic tradition I am a follower of.
It all started in the middle of one night when I was woken up by a loud voice talking to me. When I opened my eyes I was at first startled when I saw a tall middle aged man standing at the foot of my bed, but as I focused, I realised he was familiar to me and so I wasn’t afraid. He was talking to me without moving his mouth, was slightly transparent and being so young I didn’t question this aspect. I just accepted that he was there and didn’t want to hurt me as he just wanted me to pass on a message.
He was telling me that I needed to tell his brother that he was gone and that his brother needed to know he was ok and not to worry. I got up and ran into my parents bedroom to tell them what this man had told me, but my mother thinking I had a bad dream, put me back into bed after bestowing upon me a blessing and protection prayer. Some time later, I was woken again by this man who was adamant I pass on a message to his brother and that he wouldn’t leave until I’d done so. Again I raced into my parents bedroom and this time when my mother tried to explain it was just a nightmare and everything was ok. I started to throw a tantrum because I wanted to be heard. Whilst my mother was trying to calm me down I practically screamed out the message I had received which was that “John” was in my bedroom and wanted to tell his brother that he was dead but that he was ok and not to get sad. My mother’s eye’s widened in a quizzical expression and she then asked what he looked like so I carefully described him. When I was done my mother crossed herself and shot my father a worrying glance. I started to cry in panic and she soothed me and put me back to bed whilst telling me everything was going to be fine and thanked me for passing on the message from John.
The next morning I found my father crying at the kitchen table and when I asked him why he was sad he told me that his brother John had died. Uncle John was my father’s favourite brother and best friend who lived interstate and had suffered a stroke and died during the night. I hugged my father and told him not to cry as Uncle John had visited and told me that he was ok. It did give my father comfort and solace. Then in the following days when I attended the funeral with my parents I wasn’t shocked to see Uncle John lying in an open casket and was actually wondering why people gathered were upset since he told me himself, he was fine. When I told this to my mother she explained to me that not everyone talked to people who had passed away and gently warned me not to repeat to anyone what had happened as they wouldn’t understand. She also explained that some people in our family could talk to the dead in order to help those who were left behind with their grieving. Since I had this gift she would teach me how to work with the blessed dead in a safe and helpful way.
That was the beginning of when I started working with the blessed dead and to this day I continue to work with them in one way or another. I predominately work with my own blessed dead as they have guided me on my magical and spiritual path. When I conduct healings and readings I receive messages for clients from their loved ones which I pass on. I find that these messages along with descriptions of their loved ones are appreciated by the living as they help them to move on and accept they are no longer in physical form and we don’t need to worry about them.
Having lost both my parents before I turned 30, working with the blessed dead has allowed me to accept and let go of them with love in my heart as I am completely confident they are in a peaceful place. I had been warned about both my parents passing before it occurred through dreams and other blessed dead who came to me to tell me and in both my parents cases it actually helped them move on.
Over the years I’ve delved deeper into Hellenic and Kemetic magickal and religious practices. I have found this has added value not only to my personal life but also when dealing with the blessed dead. My interest in Hellenic and Kemetic traditions stems from my ancestry and I was also drawn to it through the guidance of my spirit guide who happened to be an ancestor well versed in these traditions.
When I was introduced to the concept of Ancestor Veneration in the Kemetic tradition it felt very familiar. This practice was something which I had always done in some way or another and it was refreshing to see others actively participating in the same practice in this day and age. I came to learn that “Akhu” also known as the “Shining Ones” or “Blessed Dead” and are the spirits of our ancestors who became a star in the heavens in the body of Nuit. Nuit is a sky goddess who is depicted as a naked woman covered in stars who arches over the earth. She is also a goddess of death and swallowed and rebirth the stars and sun. As stars shine their light down upon us, they remind us that they are always with us and watching over us. This brought me great comfort and resonated within me in a most profound way.
Venerating the Ancestors is a practice where you honour (instead of worship) your blessed dead so their Ka (soul) continues to be fed and therefore continuing to exist. Through remembering and speaking their name and by leaving them offerings such as incense, water or things they enjoyed in life , it allows them to have the ability to intercede on our behalf and assist us in our lives. Venerating the Ancestors shows how much you care for your blessed dead even though they are no longer in physical form in this earthly plain. It allows us to thank them for being as our own existence is due to theirs. When Venerating our Ancestors it allows them to bestow blessings and offer insight into our lives. This is because it is believed that they stand in the Duat or underworld/land of the dead and can communicate to us or be go betweens to the Gods themselves if necessary. All that is needed to Venerate the Ancestors is to acknowledge them in the form of prayers or offerings, this includes asking them for assistance and in return thanking them for their assistance when given. Also it is worthy to note that you don’t have to be blood tied to your blessed dead as they can be a person you cared deeply for in life and want to remember them in death.
People in many cultures including Eastern, Native American, Greek and Egyptian have been known to Venerate their Ancestors for many thousands of years. Originally it was part of everyday life for the common man to do this and in the modern day these practices have remained in one form or another. This shows us that many acknowledge that honouring and/or working with the blessed dead gives them comfort or blessings and has a positive impact on us physically and psychologically.
I have an ancestor shrine which I maintain regularly and sits in a part of the house I frequently use to ensure my blessed dead are acknowledged as part of the family. My shrine is an old desk I have covered with a star studded shrine cloth and I have placed various items on it which represent my ancestors and which symbolically feed their soul. Some items on my ancestor shrine include personal possessions of my ancestors, photos of my ancestors, a book containing ancestor’s names and their stories, flowers, a libation bowl, a food offering plate, incense holder with incense and candles which are lit during the reciting of prayers. It is important to note that food offerings are always disposed of in the garbage separately to the household trash and are not to be consumed. Libations are left to evaporate or poured onto the earth outside.
((C) T. Georgitsis Akhu Shrine 2010)
I find an effective way to communicate with my blessed dead other than simply talking to them in shrine is by writing them a letter and reading it to them or leaving it on their shrine. I have a personally amended a Kemetic prayer (A Hotep Di Nisut Prayer) with my own words at the end which has been framed and placed amongst photos of my blessed dead on my shrine which is recited frequently:
“An offering which the King gives to Yinepu-Upon-His-Mountain and to Wesir, Lord of Abydos: a thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of oil and alabaster and linen, a thousand of meat and fowl and all things good and pure that heaven gives, the earth produces and the inundation brings; for the ka of _______ ma’a heru.
Your names will live on forever, for you are the stars who watch over me “
If it wasn’t for my ancestors, my blessed dead, I wouldn’t be here and for that I am indebted. I am a part of them and they will always be a part of me as I remind myself how much I love them through devotional veneration where I bestow offerings and prayers as a symbol of this love and remembrance. In return they bless, assist me and remind me of where I came from. Until I see my blessed dead when it is my time to cross over, I will continue to show them respect and be their messenger when needed.
By T. Georgitsis © 2011
This article was the opening piece from the book: Memento Mori – A Collection of Magickal and Mythological Perspectives on Death, Dying, Mortality & Beyond, Edited by Kim Huggens which can be purchased here:
I have an article about Ancient Egyptian “Aromatherapy” in this issue called Fragrance of the Gods – check it out, its free!
The latest issue of Isis Seshat (the magazine for the Fellowship of Isis and the like) has just come out and I have an article on Kemetic Medicine.
This special issue commemorates the 41st anniversary of the Fellowship of Isis, the centennial anniversary of Lady Olivia Robertson’s birth, and celebrates our relationships with Holy Powers in Holy Places. $5 a copy payments via PayPal at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Linda Iles has produced a great issue this season of the Fellowship of Isis zine which is a free magazine with members contributing from all around the world.
I have contributed an article on the Sistrum used in Ancient Egypt and by modern day practitioners.
Brigantia Issue No. 163, Brigantia, 2017 for the FOI:
(If the link above doesn’t work, try the link below.)
This is the hymn I had to write for my first degree back when I was part of the Elphame tradition in the 1990’s.
I came across it recently in my handwritten BOS.
Please excuse the “old English” style language as I was in my early 20’s and was over exposed to that liturgy technique during inner and outer court. The AHP and HP at the time used and wrote rituals in this tone and truth be told I personally don’t use this type of language and never have.
Interesting to see how much I have changed yet my devotion is still unwavering over the years.
O Great Goddess of all that is,
I call upon you to be here with me now.
Come to me O Great Lady as I invoke you in your many guises.
I call thee forth for guidance as I walk the old path and strive for spiritual growth and knowledge.
To Athtor I call out, Mother Night.
Bring to me respect of all things,
Power within and heighten my hidden senses.
To Bast I call out, Playful Lady.
Bring to me happiness and all that is joyful in one’s life
and help me to live the life to its fullest.
To Hathor I call out, O Beauteous One.
Bring to me love for all things
and the power of self-love.
To Maat I call out, Bearer of Truth.
Bring to me truth, honour, justice and
the power to speak out against untruths.
To Mert I call out, Lover of Silence.
Bring to me the wisdom of silence
and constraint when needed.
To Isis I call out, Mistress of Charms and Enchantments.
Bring to me the determination and dedication
in finding and learning the mysteries.
© T. Georgitsis 1998