to read to your children if they are old enough. to read for yourself because the pain is deep.
I wrote this after Virginia Tech to try and explain what had happened to myself and hoped I’d never have to post it again.
Once upon a time BunniHoTep was sitting on the Temple Porch playing with some beads that Isis had given her, streams of coral, turquoise, carnelian and lapis glowing quietly in the afternoon sunlight. The Priestesses were off somewhere doing their jobs and she was alone slowly meditating on how she would use the beads, maybe a collar or a belt.
She heard a low thundering coming toward the Temple. She stopped and listened. She was wondering what the noise was when Ammit’s head popped around the pillars at the end of the porch.
“Ammit! What are you doing here? Aren’t you usually helping Ma’at?
“Yes, but she thought you could help us. We’re missing some souls that need weighing. They were due hours ago and Ma’at…
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