HermanubisHermanubis (Greek: Ἑρμανοῦβις) is a god who combines Hermes (Greek Polytheism) with Anubis (Egyptian Polytheism). He is the son of Set and Nephthys. Hermes and Anubis’s similar responsibilities (they were both conductors of souls) led to the god Hermanubis. He was popular during the period of Roman domination over Egypt. Depicted as having a human body and jackal head, with the sacred caduceus that belonged to the Greek god Hermes, he represented the Egyptian priesthood, engaged in the investigation of truth. Although it was not common in traditional Greek religion to combine the names of two gods in this manner, the double determination of Hermanubis has some formal parallels in the earlier period. The most obvious is the god Hermaphroditus, attested from the fourth century BC onwards, but his name implies the paradoxical union of two different gods (Hermes and Aphrodite) rather than an assimilation in the manner of Hermanubis.



(from the stele of Amenemhat, superintendent of the cattle of Amon, son of Amonmesw and Nefertari; XVIII Dynasty, now in the Louvre Museum)- part II[Osiris Onnophris in His Sacred Barque resting on the hieroglyph for “Sky”, depicted with a row of stars, and supported by four Goddesses:
Osiris is represented enthroned, wearing the Atef Crown and holding the Ankh (the symbol of Life) in the left and the Uas-scepter of Power and Dominion in the right; He is flanked by Nephthys (at left) and Isis, both enthroned and offering the Ankh to Him; behind Isis is represented the Goddess Maat making adorations; behind Nephthys is represented Horus.
On the top, the sacred scarab representing Kheper-Ra (the God of the Morning Sun), winged, holding the Sun flanked by the Two Uraei, and resting on the Shen-ring (symbol of Eternity and of Eternal Protection) to which are attached two Uas-scepters both linked to four alterning Ankh signs an Uas-scepters and to two Heb-Sed signs (symbol of the Jubilee of the King).
The Winged scarab of Kheper-Ra is flanked by the Two Goddesses represented as two vultures (at left Uadjet, and at right Nekhbet) with outstretched wings as a sign of protection.
The Sacred Barque of Osiris is flanked at left by the jackal-headed Souls of Nekhen-Hierakonpolis, and at right by the Falcon-headed Souls of Pe-Buto (the Souls of Pe and Nekhen are the Ancestral Souls of the “Predynastic” Kings of Egypt),in the kneeling jubilation position.
From the Temple of Hathor at Iunet.]”The height of the sky and the stars are obedient unto Thee, and Thou makest to be opened the great gates of the sky.
Thou art the Lord to Whom praises are sung in the southern sky, Thou art He to Whom thanks are given in the northern sky.
The stars which never diminish are under the place of Thy face, and Thy seats are the stars which never rest.
Offerings appear before Thee by the command of Geb.
The Companies of the Gods ascribe praise unto Thee,
the Star-Gods of the Duat (one of the names of the NetherWorld) smell the earth before Thee,
the domains make bowings before Thee,
and the ends of the Earth make supplication to Thee when they see Thee.Those Who are among the Holy Ones are in terror of Thee, and the Two Lands, all of them, make acclamations to Thee when they meet Thy Majesty.
Thou art a shining Noble at the head of the Nobles,
permanent in Thy high rank,
stablished in Thy Sovereignty,
the Beneficent Power of the Company of the Gods.
Well-pleasing is Thy face,
and Thou art beloved by him that see Thee.
Thou settest the fear of Thee in all lands,
and because of their love for Thee mankind hold Thy name to be pre-eminent.
Every human being maketh offerings unto Thee,
and Thou art the Lord Who is commemorated in Heaven and upon Earth.
Manifold are the cries of acclamation to Thee in the Uag festival, and the Two Lands shout joyously to Thee with one accord.Thou art the Eldest,
the first of Thy brethren,
the Prince of the Company of the Gods,
and the Stablisher of Righteousness and Truth throughout the Two Lands.
Thou settest Thy son upon the Great Throne of Thy father Geb. Thou art the Beloved One of Thy mother Nut, Whose valour is most mighty when Thou overthrowest the Seba Fiend.
Thou hast slaughtered Thy enemy, and hast put the fear of Thee into Thy adversary.Thou art the bringer in of the remotest boundaries,
and art stable of heart, and Thy two feet are lifted up;
Thou art the Heir of Geb and of the Sovereignty of the Two Lands, and He (Geb) hath seen Thy splendid qualities,
and hath commanded Thee to guide the lands by Thy hand so long as times and seasons endure.Thou hast made this Earth with Thy hand,
the waters thereof,
the winds thereof,
the trees and herbs thereof,
the cattle thereof of every kind,
the birds thereof of every kind,
the fish thereof of every kind,
the creeping things thereof,
and the four-footed beasts thereof.
The land of the desert belongeth by right to the son of Nut,
and the Two Lands have contentment in making Thee to rise upon the Throne of Thy father like Ra.Thou rollest up into the Horizon,
Thou settest the light above the darkness,
Thou illuminest the Two Lands with the light from Thy two feathers,
Thou floodest the Two Lands like the Sun at the beginning of the dawn.
Thy White Crown pierceth the height of heaven saluting the stars, Thou art the guide of every God.
Thou art perfect in command and word.
Thou art the Favoured One of the Great Company of the Gods, and Thou art the beloved one of the Little Company of the Gods.”



Penitent wonderful, self-tormentor,

Mary hid herself from the face of men.
Oh yes, sinful me,
By passion, darkened.

Passions are beasts which eat at our heart,

In us as serpents, secretly they weave a nest.

Oh yes, sinful me,

By passion consumed!

In order to save sinners, You suffered O Christ,

Now, do not loathe impure me!

Hearken to the cry of Mary,

Of all, the most-sinful!

The Lord showed compassion, Mary He healed,

Her darkened soul, He whitened as snow.

Thanks be to You, O All-Good One,

Oh Lord, most dear!

An impure vessel You cleansed and,

With gold you gilded it,

Filled it to overflowing with Your grace –

That is true mercy,

To you O God, be glory!

And Mary became radiant with the Spirit

As an angel of God, by strength girded,

By Your power, O Christ

Mercy, Most pure!

What smells so in the awesome wilderness,

As beautiful incense in a chest of the temple?

That, Mary breathes –

With holiness, she exudes!


c. 2200 BC / Sumer
Father Enki’s Amber Waves of Grain

After Father Enki had lifted his eyes across the Euphrates, he stood up full of lust like a rampant bull, lifted his penis, ejaculated, and filled the Tigris with flowing water. He was like a wild cow mooing for its young in the wild grass, its scorpion-infested cow pen. The Tigris rejoiced in its heart like a great wild bull, when it was born. It brought water, flowing water indeed: its wine will be sweet. It brought barley, mottled barley indeed: the people will eat it. Enki put on the diadem as a sign of lordship; he put on the good crown as a sign of kingship, touching the ground on his left side. Plenty came forth out of the earth for him.
Enki, the lord of the destinies, Enki, the king of the Abzu, placed in charge of all this, him who holds a scepter in his right hand, him who with glorious mouth submits to verification the devouring force of the Tigris and Euphrates, while prosperity pours forth from the palace like oil—Enbilulu, the inspector of waterways.
He organized plows, yokes, and teams. The great prince Enki opened up the holy furrows and made the barley grow on the cultivated fields. Enki placed in charge of them the lord who wears the diadem, the ornament of the high plain, him of the implements, the farmer of Enlil—Enkimdu, responsible for ditches and dikes.
The lord called the cultivated fields and bestowed on them mottled barley. Enki made chickpeas and lentils grow. He heaped up into piles the early, mottled and innuha varieties of barley. Enki multiplied the stockpiles and stacks, and with Enlil’s help he enhanced the people’s prosperity. Enki placed in charge of all this her whose head and body are dappled, whose face is covered in syrup, the mistress who causes sexual intercourse, the power of the land, the life of the black-headed—Ezina, the good bread of the whole world.

Link: Lapham’s Quarterly HERE


The House of Asterion (translated from the Spanish) by Jorge Luis Borges

And the queen gave birth to a son named Asterion.
Apollodorus, Library, III, I

I know they accuse me of arrogance, perhaps also of misanthropy, perhaps madness too. Such accusations (which I shall castigate in due course) are laughable. It is true that I do not leave my house, but it is also true that its doors (which are infinite* in number) are open day and night to man and animal alike. Anyone who wishes may enter. One will not find feminine extravagance here, nor gallant courtly ritual, just quiet and solitude. Here one will find a house like no other on the face of the Earth. (They who declare that in Egypt exists another similar are lying). Even my detractors admit that there is not a single piece of furniture in the house. Another ridiculous tale claims that I, Asterion, am a prisoner. Need I repeat that there are no closed doors? Should I add that there are no locks? Besides, I did one evening step out onto the street; if I returned home before nightfall, I did so because of the fear that the faces of the hoi polloi, faces discoloured and plain like an open hand, had induced in me. The sun had already set, but the helpless cry of a babe and the coarse supplications of the common herd signalled that I had been recognised. The people prayed, fled and fell prostrate; some climbed up to the stylobate of the temple of Axes, others gathered stones. Someone, I believe, hid himself under the sea. Not in vain was my mother a queen; I cannot mix with the common people, though my modesty does so desire it.

The fact is that I am unique. What a man can pass unto others does not interest me; like the philosopher, I think nothing is communicated by the art of writing. Annoying and trivial minutiae have no place in my spirit, a spirit which is receptive only to whatsoever is grand. Never have I retained the difference between one letter and another. A certain generous impatience has not consented that I should learn to read. Sometimes I deplore this, for the nights and days are long.

Naturally, I am not without amusement. Like a ram on the charge, I run through the galleries of stone until dizzily I tumble to the ground. I conceal myself in the shadows of a cistern or in the corner of a corridor and pretend that I am being searched for. There are rooftops from which I let myself fall until I bloody myself. At any time I can shut my eyes and pretend that I am asleep, breathing deeply. (Sometimes I really do sleep, sometimes the colour of the day has changed by the time I open my eyes). But of the games I play, the one I prefer is pretending there is another Asterion. I pretend that he has come to visit me and I show him around the house. With great reverence I tell him: Now we return to the previous intersection, or Now we head towards another courtyard, or I knew you would like this drain, or Now you will see a cistern that has filled with sand, or Now you will see how the cellar forks. Sometimes I err and we both laugh heartily.

Not only these games have I imagined; I have also meditated on the house. Each part of the house repeats many times, any particular place is another place. There is not one cistern, courtyard, drinking fountain, manger; there are fourteen (infinite) mangers, drinking fountains, courtyards, cisterns. The house is the size of the world; better said, it is the world. Nevertheless, by dint of exhausting all the dusty galleries of grey stone and the courtyards with their cisterns, I have reached the street and I have seen the temple of Axes and the sea. This I did not understand until a night vision revealed to me that there are also fourteen (infinite) seas and temples. Everything exists many times over, fourteen times, but there are two things in the world that seem to exist only once; above, the intricate Sun; below, Asterion. Perhaps I have created the stars and the Sun and the enormous house, but I do not remember anymore.

Nine men enter the house every nine years so that I may deliver them from all evil. I hear their footsteps or their voices in the depths of the galleries of stone and I run with joy in search of them. The ceremony lasts a few minutes. One after another, they fall to the ground without my having to bloody my hands. Where they fall, they remain, and the cadavers help to distinguish one gallery from another. I know not who they are, but I do know that one of them prophesied, at the moment of his death, that someday my redeemer would come. Since then, the solitude does not pain me because I know that my redeemer lives, and in the end he will rise above the dust. If I could hear all the rumblings of the world, I would detect the sound of his footsteps. Let it be that he take me to a place with fewer galleries and fewer doors.

I wonder: what will my redeemer be like? Will he be a bull or a man? Will he be perhaps a bull with the face of a man? Or will he be like me?

The morning Sun was reflected in the sword of bronze. No trace of blood remained.

“Would you believe it, Ariadne?” said Theseus. “The minotaur hardly put up a fight.”

* The original says fourteen, but there is ample reason to infer that in Asterion’s eyes, this adjectival numeral is no different to infinite.

faun: copy

A Musical Instrument

What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.

High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.

‘This is the way,’ laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
‘The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.’
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, —
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Julian of Norwich:

All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well.

Min:the Bull of His Mother

Min, the Bull of His Mother

HYMN TO MIN- from the Stela of Sobek-Iry
(ithyphallic statue of Amon-Min, now in the Louvre Museum; at right, a Stela to Amon-Ra with three rams and three Lotus-flowers, and a statue of Amon-Ra )-‘The Deputy-Treasurer Sobek-Iry, born of the Lady Senu, whose word is right and true, speaks as one clean and pure:”I worship Min,
I extol the arm-rising Horus:
Hail to You, Min in His procession!
Tall-plumed, son of Osiris,
born of Divine Isis.
Great in Senut, Mighty in Panopolis,
You of Koptos, Horus Strong-armed,
Lord of Awe Who silences pride,
Sovereign of all the Gods!
Fragrance laden when He comes from the Medja Land,
Awe inspiring in Kush (Nubia),
You of Utent, Hail and Praise!”

chacmool fogure:templo mayor


Chac Mool by Carlos Fuentes : link 



The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean– the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver, The House Light Beacon Press Boston, 1990.


“Satis the Great, 
the Lady of Sunu (Syene), 
the Eye of Ra, 
the Lady of the Sky,
Queen of all the Gods, 
Rayt (/Raet, the female counterpart of Ra), 
the Great One in Senmet (Abaton, the highly sacred island of Osiris, located close to Philae),
She Who pours Hapy (the Nile God) out of His cave, to give the Life to the Two Lands”
(inscription from the Temple of Abaton, 12.5; cfr. Blackman, The Temple of Bîgeh)the two Goddesses Anuket-Anukis (at left) pouring water from two water-jars, and Satet-Satis (at right) on their sacred lotus-boat; detail from the ceiling of the Hypostyle Hall of the Temple of Hathor at Iunet

 — with Anna Rodriguez.




Grace ,



The following is from my friend Rosa’s blog,link, I find it intensely beautiful her quoting a fellow clergyman:

“John Senette who preached a sermon I have never forgotten, about the fact that sometimes in life, we breathe the desert in so it feels like our lungs will fry and our being will wither and die–and that those are the invitations to go deeper still, until we find the springs of living water.”


A prayer to XIPETOTEC fragment mystical prayer to Xipetotec, the elemental God of spring that is also of merchants: prayer “night drinker, why do you ask?
Put on your costume, put on your robes of gold””Oh, my God, your water of precious stones has fallen;
the tall cypress; has been transformed into a QUETZAL
the serpent of fire has become QUETZAL serpent.”
“Left me free the fire snake.
Perhaps disappear, perhaps to disappear and me destroys me, tender corn plant.
Like a beautiful, green jewel in my heart;
but I’ll still see gold and rejoice if he has matured, if it was born to the leader of the war.”
“Oh, my God, get that at least bear fruit in abundance, some corn plants; (Translated by Bing)


In the city on the borders of Egypt which boasts Alexander of Macedon as its founder, Sarapis and Isis are worshiped with a reverence that is almost fanatical. Evidence that the sun, under the name of Sarapis, is the object of all this reverence is either the basket set on the head of the god or the figure of a three-headed creature placed by his statue. The middle head of this figure, which is also the largest, represents a lion’s; on the right a dog raises its head with a gentle and fawning air; and on the left the neck ends in the head of a ravening wolf. All three beasts are joined together by the coils of a serpent whose head returns to the god’s right hand which keeps the monster in check.” – Macrobius, Saturnalia I.20.13


Icon of the Mother of God of Zhirovits
Commemorated on May 7/20

The Zhirovits Icon of the Mother of God appeared in the year 1470 in the vicinity of Zhirovits on the Grodnensk frontier. In the forest, belonging to the Orthodox Lithuanian dignitary Alexander Solton, shepherds beheld an extraordinarily bright light, while peering through the branches of a pear tree that stood over a brook at the foot of a hill. The shepherds came closer and saw a radiant icon of the Mother of God on the tree. With reverence, the shepherds took the icon to Alexander Solton. Alexander Solton did not pay any attention to the report of the shepherds, but he took the icon and placed it in a chest.

On the following day Solton had guests, and he wanted to show them what had been found. To his amazement, he did not find the icon in the chest, although he had seen it shortly before this. After a certain time the shepherds again found the icon in the same place, and again they brought it to Alexander Solton. This time, however, he received the icon with great reverence and vowed to build a church in honor of the Most Holy Theotokos at the place of the icon’s discovery. Around the wooden church a settlement soon gathered and a parish was formed.

Around the year 1520 the church was completely burned, despite the efforts of the inhabitants to extinguish the blaze and save the icon. Everyone thought that the icon had been destroyed. However, some peasant children returning from school beheld a miraculous vision. The Virgin, extraordinarily beautiful and radiant, sat upon a stone at the burned church, and in Her hands was the icon which everyone believed had been destroyed. The children did not dare approach Her, but they hastened to tell their relatives and acquaintances about the vision.

Everyone accepted the story about the vision as a divine revelation and they went to the hill with the priest.The Zhirovits Icon of the Mother of God, totally unharmed by the fire, stood on a stone with a burning candle before it. For awhile they placed the icon in the priest’s house, and the stone was fenced in. When they built a stone church, they placed the wonderworking icon there. A men’s monastery later grew up around the church. Its brethren headed the struggle for Orthodoxy against the Unia and Latinism.

In 1609, the monastery was seized by the Uniates and remained in their hands until 1839. During this time the Zhirovits Icon of the Mother of God was venerated by both Uniates and Catholics. In 1839, the monastery was returned to the Orthodox and became the first place where Orthodox services were restored on the West Russian frontier.

During the First World War, they brought the Zhirovits Icon of the Mother of God to Moscow, and at the beginning of the 1920s it was returned to the monastery. At present it is in the Dormition cathedral of the Zhirovits monastery, Minsk diocese, and it is deeply revered for its grace-filled help. The icon was carved in stone and measured 43×56 cm.

3 thoughts on “Incantations”

  1. A truly fascinating post from Amon and followers to the Zhiirovits monastery ….wonderful material Leonard….grazie per tutto….Dan K.

  2. LG….since you sold your place on Mt Washington…I am curious, as I have lived the area for over 50 years…what was ;the address?? The picture of the deck ( I am envious of)….I live in the Museum Dr. canyon….ciao, DK

    1. I think you misunderstood me. We have JUST purchased a house on Mt.Washington, we closed this week.

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