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We can pretend this is Ahwere, who tells the tale in Part 1

I went down a rabbit hole yesterday morning that—after some exciting twists and turns—led me back to an older blog post here on Isiopolis. And I realized that I hadn’t finished the story of Ahwere, Naneferkaptah, and their child, Merib.

This story has been called the pinnacle of ancient Egyptian literature (though we don’t have that much ancient Egyptian literature). It was written down in the Ptolemaic period and is usually called Setne and the Magic Book. It’s a classic type of ancient tale and involves Isis, Thoth, and dead Egyptians having effect in the living world. In it, the son of Rameses the Great, Setne Kaemweset, learns that a previous prince, Naneferkaptah, had acquired vast magical knowledge and an amazing magical book locked inside a series of chests and sunk in the bottom of the river. Now, the son of Rameses, also a glutton for magical knowledge, wants it for himself. (The real Kaemweset became a Sem-Priest of Ptah at Memphis and was responsible for new buildings at the temple of Ptah as well as restorations of ancient tombs and pyramids. He became a kind of folk hero with fantastical tales attached to his name.)

If you don’t remember it, you might want to reread the first part of the tale here before going into this next part. Now on with the tale..

I’m going to back up a just a bit to tell you a little more about the contests between Setne and Naneferkaptah over the magic book. Remember, Setne wants its magical power and Naneferkaptah, who is deceased, wants to keep it hidden because of the great tragedies that befall anyone who uses the book.

So Ahwere and Naneferkaptah, wife and husband, are in Naneferkaptah’s tomb warning Setne not to lust after this dangerous book. Setne threatens to take it by force if they don’t hand it over to him. So Naneferkaptah says he can only get the book by being able to best Naneferkaptah at a game a droughts (perhaps the game of Senet, the equipment for which was found in a number of tombs). Setne is up for the challenge. But Naneferkaptah wins the first game. By his magic, Naneferkaptah sinks Setne into the earth up to his lower legs. After losing the second game, Setne is sunk to his crotch, and on losing the third, he is sunk to his ears. Setne was down, but not out. He gives Naneferkaptah a whack and sends the spirit of his deceased brother to Setne’s father, the pharaoh, to tell of everything that happened and ask for help. This the spirit does—and pharaoh sends some powerful magic to Setne.

A few formidable amulets later, Setne is out of the earth, has snatched the magical book from Ahwere and Naneferkaptah, and runs out of the tomb. As he goes, Ahwere laments that all power has left the tomb. But Naneferkaptah comforts her and vows to make him return the book.

Setne locks the tomb behind him and goes to his father. Dad advises Setne to be smart and put the dang book back, but Setne refuses. In fact, like an idiot, he proceeds to read the magic book to everyone. (The story doesn’t tell us how this came out.)

Now we have a change of scene. Sometime after Setne gets the book, he finds himself walking in the temple of Ptah and sees an incredibly beautiful and alluring woman there, too. He cannot take his eyes off her and has his servant go find out who she is. Turns out she is the daughter of the High Priest of Bastet and her name is Tabubu. Setne, prince that he is, somehow thinks it would be a good idea to send his servant to offer her 10 pieces of gold to spend a hour with him. Not only that, but his invitation includes a veiled threat demanding her compliance. She is insulted and highly pissed.

Tabubu, Bastet priestess, looking like Ozma of Oz

So, she sends word to Setne that if he wants to do as he wishes with her, he has to come to her house, she being of priestly rank. Setne was okay with that, but everyone around him thought it was a Very Bad Idea.

So off to Bubastis he goes and he finds that Tabubu lives in a very rich house upon very rich grounds. Tabubu greets him and has him come inside with her. She serves him food and drink and they fool around for a while. Finally, Setne is ready to do the deed. Ah no, says Tabubu. She is of priestly rank and if he wants her he must sign over all his possessions. Somehow, Setne thinks this is a good idea and has a legal paper drawn up and signs it. Then Tabubu tells him that his children are here. Setne says to bring them to him. As Tabubu stands to go get the children, the transparent gown she is wearing makes Setne ever hotter and he begs to have sex with her. Nope, she says, not until your children sign off on the paperwork you just signed. Which they do. He begs again. Nope. Not until your children are killed. Setne—clearly madder than a hatter by this time—agrees. Their bodies are thrown out the window to be devoured by cats and dogs. Yeesh.

Finally, Tabubu leads him to a couch. They lay down together and just as he reaches out to touch her…

He wakes up with a huge erection and nothing to do with it.

Then he realizes that it was Naneferkaptah who sent him this evil dream (perhaps to show him how much of a monster could be?). When Setne goes out into the street, still naked, he comes upon the pharaoh. I am imagining the pharaoh rolling his eyes to the heavens as he advises his wayward son to go to Memphis and see his children, who are indeed alive. Pharaoh again advises Setne to get rid of the book. This time Setne listens and takes the book back to the tomb of Naneferkaptah where Naneferkaptah and the ka of Ahwere remain. Now remember that Ahwere and their child Merib are buried in Koptos in the vicinity of the temple of Isis and Harpokrates. She is in Naneferkaptah’s tomb just in ka-form. In order make amends, Naneferkaptah tells Setne go find the tombs of Ahwere and Merib and bring their bodies back to be buried in Memphis with him.

So prince Setne takes pharaoh’s boat and goes to Koptos. He makes offering to Isis and Harpokrates when he arrives. Then Setne and the priests of Isis spend three days searching for Ahwere and Merib, with no success. Meanwhile, Naneferkaptah had been keeping tabs on Setne and has seen his lack of success. So he changes himself into the likeness of an old priest. When Setne sees him, he thinks that such an old man just might remember where they were buried. As the old man was really Naneferkaptah, he most certainly did and told Setne they were under part of the small town of Pehemato (another translation says under the house of the chief of police). Digging there, Ahwere and Merib were found. And the now-reformed prince restores everything that had been destroyed during their digging just as it had been.

Ahwere and Merib’s bodies were taken to Memphis and buried with Naneferkaptah. The family was reunited and Setne learned his lesson. And so our the story is complete and you have now heard one of ancient Egypt’s greatest tales.

And on another note, a blessed and happy Easter to all who celebrate.

One of thousands of such beautiful Isis-nursing-Horus image that remain to us — One of thousands of such beautiful Isis-nursing-Horus images that remain to us

Just a note of joy before we start this post: Ahhhhhhhh. Many blessings to those who worked magic, who worked their butts off organizing, calling, and writing, and who worked their powerful, worldly magic by voting. Many thanks to our Divine Ones Who inspired and watched over us. We have a chance again.

And now back to our regularly scheduled post…

You may recall that, to the ancient Egyptians, bodily fluids could be a way of moving magic or heka. Written spells could be licked from the papyrus in order to be taken into the human body. Magic could be eaten or swallowed. Human beings know, deep in our bones, the magic and life-power of both blood and semen.

Multiply the power of these magic-containing fluids to the nth degree when it comes to the Deities. Atum created His children, Shu and Tefnut, by spitting (or ejaculating in His hand in another version). The tears of Re created human beings. The tiet, the Knot or Blood of Isis, protects the dead in the Otherworld.

Isis Lactans, Isis the Milk-Giver — *Isis Lactans*, Isis the Milk-Giver

Yet of all these magical bodily fluids, it may be that milk, especially divine milk, is the queen of them all. To us at least, milk is the most pleasant—and palatable—of the magical body fluids. It is, after all, our first food. In fact, it is the perfect food and it gives us an intimate connection with our mothers. Children nursing at the breasts of their mothers are drinking Life Itself. No death has ever touched this pure milk. It comes from the mother alive. It is drunken alive. It becomes part of a living being.

Milk is indeed magic.

As Great Divine Mother and a Cow Goddess, Isis is also the Egyptian Milk Goddess from a very early period. The Pyramid Texts say to the deceased, “Take the breast of your sister Isis the milk-provider.” Throughout Egyptian history, Isis is the mother and nurse of kings. A scholar who as studied the images of Isis Lactans (“Milk-Giving Isis”) observed that the idea that milk from the breast of the Goddess (Isis as well as other Goddesses) not only gives life, but also longevity, salvation, and even divinity is one that exists “in the mentality of the populations of the Delta from the earliest antiquity, and manifests itself in the official imagery of the Pharaohs.” (Tran Tam Tinh, Isis lactans: Corpus des monuments greco-romains d’lsis allaitant Harpocrate, Leiden: Brill, 1971.)

7766 — The Mother gives Her breast to the Horus Child

Egyptian art shows the king drinking this holy milk of the Goddess three important times: at birth, at his coronation, and at his rebirth. The symbolism is clear. Goddess milk provides life to the babe, royal power—and perhaps wisdom and a touch of divinity—to the new king, and renewal after death for the deceased king.

A daily ritual conducted in the temples at Thebes, Memphis, and Abydos was designed to confirm the power of the king. Pharaoh (or more likely, his representative) received the sa en ankh, life-energy, from his Divine Father, Amun-Re, by means of magical gestures. Then he received the power of the Goddess from his Divine Mother, Amunet, by means of drinking Her milk. Carved on temple walls, the Goddess invites the king to suckle the milk from both Her breasts. In Hatshepsut’s temple, Hathor’s milk gives the young Pharaoh “life, strength, health.” The Pyramid Texts have Isis bring Her milk to the deceased Pharaoh to assist in his rebirth: “Isis comes, she has her breasts prepared for her son Horus, the victorious.”

A charming vessel in which to store "the milk of a woman who has borne a son" — A charming vessel in which to store “the milk of a woman who has borne a son.” Photo by Rob Koopman; wikicommons

But the king wasn’t the only one to benefit from the divine life magic of milk. Milk was also used for healing. The “milk of a woman who has borne a son” was a fairly common ingredient in Egyptian medicines.

Archeologists have recovered a number of small vessels in the shape of a woman pressing her breast to give milk or, as in the case of the vessel shown here, a woman nursing. They were designed to hold human milk, perhaps for making medicine, perhaps for later feeding of a child. The milk of the Divine Mother was also directly invoked for healing. In a formula for the relief of a burn, Isis says that She will extinguish the fire of the burn with Her milk. By applying Goddess-milk to the body of the sufferer, they will be healed and the fire will leave the body. In a New Kingdom myth, the Goddess Hathor uses gazelle’s milk to heal the eyes of Horus, which had been torn out during one of His battles with Set. A spell from the Berlin Magical Papyrus instructs that if one takes milk with honey at sunrise, it “will become something divine in your heart.” Isn’t that just beautiful?

With all its magical properties, milk was common among the supplies buried with the dead and it served as a valuable offering to the Deities. At Isis’ Philae temple, wall carvings attest that milk was offered to all the Deities worshipped there. To help renew Osiris, milk was poured upon His tomb at Biggeh, a small, holy island visible from Philae. Every ten days, Isis Herself was said to have made these libations.

Milk being offered to a sacred image of a Goddess in India

The whiteness of milk also added to its sanctity in the eyes of the ancient Egyptians, for white was a color they associated with purity and joy. In tomb paintings and funerary papyri, Egyptians are usually shown wearing pure, white clothing. This also carried over into the later Isis cult where the wearing of white marked one as an Isiac initiate. Ritual implements were often made of white alabaster. Sacred animals were described as being white; and actual white animals—like the White Buffalo Calf of modern Native Americans—were exceptionally sacred.

The magic of milk was also understood in the wider Mediterranean world. The Greek Kourotrophoi, (“Child-Carrying” and Nurturing Goddesses), could confer hero status on a mortal by feeding him on Their milk. Mysteries, such as the Orphic-Dionysian Mysteries, envisioned a kind of baptism in milk.

It is widely understood that the Isis Lactans images of late Paganism became the models for the mother-and-child images of the Virgin Mary with Baby Jesus. (Although, since I am updating this post, I have since seen some arguments against it…)

Nevertheless, early Christianity, too, had the concept of the blessings bestowed by divine milk. Eventually, it is Christianity’s male God Who becomes the Divine Nurse of worshippers. The Gnostic 19th Ode of Solomon says,

“The Son is the cup; the Father is he who was milked; and the Holy Spirit is she who milked him; because his breasts were full and it was undesirable that his milk should be released without purpose.”

(Sigh. And this is doubly odd since the feminine Holy Spirit (She!) is right there.) Nevertheless this adoption of a Goddess power by a God simply points out, once more, the potency of the symbol of milk—for all of us.

Milk IS magic. It is life, health, healing, resurrection, renewal, and salvation. For me, this holy, holy milk is always the milk of Isis, the Milk Provider, the Great of Magic and the Great of Milk.

It’s not Isis, but wow!

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