Those who have ears hear this prophecy of Seshat, Mistress of the Builders, She who Forgets Nothing.
Read and ponder and wonder, for my words have been silently sifted through the grains of the black sands of Khemis, Egypt, for centuries, nay eons, and may not be discovered by the faint hearted or undeserving.
When these words come to light, a composite goddess will have played the part of reigning queen for three centuries. She will not be wholly the representation of purely sensual love, born of bodily beauty as in poetry of old, nor will she require the insipid worship of an abstract ideal as will be the case in your Middle Ages; when described by more fluent pens, she will embody a love that will give full scope to liberty and individual fancy.
More often than not, both sexes will wage a war on the battlefield of this fickle Venus: the revolt of woman against man's egoism and brutality, the scorn of man at woman's deceit and vanity. Within all this emotional interplay you will find deep-rooted passions and terrible attractions, made all the more powerful from being trammeled and fettered by worldly conventions and social institutions.
One might reflect that a tired humanity, finding goddess neither in conventional religion nor science, in despair will seek the divine in woman alone. And your species will do well, yet only through the initiation of the great truths will you ultimately find a loftier balance. In spite of numerous aberrations, this desperate search is necessary, as it springs from an unconscious source and will prove a vital element in the reconstruction of the future of societal relations.
For only when man and woman are joined through the channels of profound love and initiation, the fusion of the two will become the radiating and creative force par excellence.
Be on the ready then, for psychic love, the soul's own love-passion, to enter again into literature and through it into the universal consciousness. The roots of this phenomenon spring from the Egyptian initiation traditions of the past. The reason ancient records will scarcely mention the mysterious process is that the occurrence is a most rare exception. Another reason may be found in the profound secrecy and forbidden nature of our Rites themselves. And yet, religious and philosophic institutions will all hand down traces of the woman, as well as the male, initiate.
In your times, such strong and noble ladies will be labeled whore, mistress, concubine and charlatan; in truth, spirit kneels to none save Wisdom within the sublime confines of Her temple, steeped in the precepts of love’s demanding, yet pleasurable, laws.
Away, behind official poetry and dogma, will appear a few half-shrouded, though still luminous, female forms. Shining on will be Theoclea, who inspired Pythagoras; Corinna and her Pindar; the mysterious Diotima, who will appear at the banquet of Plato to give the supreme revelation of Love; before them all, I, Seshat, beloved consort and co-creator with neter Thoth of el-Khemi's Emerald Tablets.
Egyptian initiations require twenty-two seasons of study, and one day a priestess of my sister Sekhmet, bearing upon her cartouche this same number of sacred cycles, will reveal many secrets, rituals and rites performed by the most powerful human beings to have trod the earth. Read these inspired accounts as though you had never seen story before, for these teachings embody the philosophy of our Golden Age along the Nile, a time when men and women need not be enemies, rather equals; where a god is certainly not the implacable enemy of a goddess.
A time indeed worth remembering by all.
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