Some Names don’t have myths that have survived the times, or perhaps they weren’t written down. In this instance, it is up to us to use our experiences with the Names in order to fashion the new canon and our own modern mythology.
Bast and Mut share the epithet of “She Who Shines in the Horizon.” I strongly associate her with the colors of royalty, purples, pinks, deep reds, and golds. With this information, she is the Dawn and Dusk to me, the one who brings the royal colors to the sky.
After the long battle with the Uncreated One, red blood fills the sky. Bast-Mut steps forward in procession above the horizon, painting the sky in pinks and purples to please Ra, welcoming him into a new Zep Tepi.
After the day is over, she stalks back over the horizon, painting the sky once again, following Ra into the night.
It’s this bit of beauty that brings a smile to all who see it. When you see the purple colors, think of the joy you feel inside in appreciation of such a natural wonder. Think of Bast-Mut stepping across the sky in her dress of glorious hues.
I am gathering these from my Tumblr from moments where I sat and just felt Mother.
The Joy of Bast-Mut is not the same as the Joy that Hethert holds. Hethert is dancing and music and celebration. Extroverted Joy. (In personal experiences)
Bast-Mut’s joy is more of an Introverted Joy. The Joy of gentle self-care, the Joy of making somebody smile, the Joy you feel when you snuggle a loved one or relax in a sunbeam.
I get the Joy of the Queen when I’m pampering myself and when I’m feeling confident and beautiful. When I’m enjoying myself putting on makeup. When I’m rubbing nicely scented lotions on myself, or using a facial roller or sheet mask.
But Bast-Mut also enjoys music and dancing and sistra, but only if you are enjoying yourself as well.
“Don’t be afraid of my love, for it is my gift to you, and joy is the means in which it takes shape. Take that inner joy and bundle it tight and remember it when things get dark. It glows like the SUN. It glows like Ra breaking the clouds away.”
The Royal Cat embodies what it means to be the Divine Feline. A Lioness, Queen of Cats, upon a throne of embellished gold. Her crown shines in the light of dawn, her dress of red linen echoing the rosy hues of the morning glow. She knows what She wants, but She is ever patient. Her knowing gaze looks right into your very core, and you are filled with warmth and love. She wants for you to listen to your heart, and to fill it with joy and confidence. Love yourself. Treasure yourself. You too are Divine.
AKA Why historical attestation isn’t always the holy grail.
I have something to admit. I’m addicted to finding anything rooted in history that may mention or give me insight into Bast-Mut. Once I get the itch, I’ll dig into the deepest parts of Google in order to see what I can find, even if just a brief mention of “Mut-Bastet.” I occasionally get jealous of those who have parent deities who have a long history and many records and myths. It’s the woe of somebody who worships an “odd-god.”
To be fair, Bast isn’t particularly unknown, and neither is Mut. The downside falls in the destruction of Per-Bast (Bubastis), so we don’t really have much to go on. Mut is very prominent, but Bast-Mut is NOT Mut, not completely. If there existed any record at all of Queen Bast of Bubastis, it’s gone now. We have small hints of Mut-Bast over in Waset (Thebes), but primarily that was Sekhmet-Mut town.
When I get into my heavy “research mood,” I really have to try to remind myself of one simple thing:
Trust in my own experiences.
What am I hoping to gain by finding my Mother in historical texts? Maybe an epithet here or there, but that is probably all I’ll possibly find. What this research won’t tell me is how the ancients perceived Bast-Mut, nor how they experienced her. You won’t find that stuff in any scientific material. You have to live it. Nothing I’ll find will replace any experience I’ve shared with Mom.
For those of you in the same shoes, it will do you well to remember this. This is your path, and you will not find that in any Oriental Institute Publication.
Every shrine has a story. Where we get our statues, where we get all the pieces that make up the entirety of the shrine and it’sessence. I would like to spend a moment to share the stories that make up my own senut shrine.
Starting with the bottom shelf, the shrine to my god family. The statue of my Mother was given to me at Wep Ronpet Retreat 2018 by a dear sibling, and I really treasure it. I decorated her with a beaded necklace I created at Pittsburgh Retreat 2017, as well as a linen cloth and a band I got last year at Retreat. She had some cracks on her but was repaired kindly by another sibling, and traveled with me in a brown paper bag delicately under the seat of a plane.
Mafdet’s statue is a ring holder I obtained many years ago and I don’t honestly know where or when I got her. Until I get a statue commissioned, this one seems to fit very well, especially with the color scheme I have going on. She wears a commissioned bracelet I had gotten for Mom done by an awesome and talented sibling.
The statue of Heru-sa-Aset was being sold by another sibling and I swooped in like a falcon to snag him. Djehuty’s statue was a gift from another sibling, hand sculpted, cast in resin, and painted with love. I truly treasure my Mr. Monkey! The ear on the far left was from the same sibling who fixed my statue of Bast-Mut, as a Retreat gift. It helps my prayers to be heard.
The candle holder in the middle was won at the Pittsburgh Retreat raffle, and I’ve been using it with an electric votive candle currently. The matching offering bowl and incense holder were custom commissioned for my shrine by DeBaun Ceramics over on Etsy. They match the colors of my shrine and of my AGI Bast!
The little libation cups at the front are paired with the pot on the far right. They are from Cario, Egypt, and I won them on an online Goodwill auction for use in the shrine.
Now that we are over on the right-hand side, we have a collection of perfumes and scents that Mom has claimed in the corner, including a fantastic blend created for me by a Bast-sister. There’s an incense blend that I won in a giveaway custom for Mom, as well as a couple of custom oils from another sibling made at the PIT Retreat. Above those hangs a necklace dedicated to Bast and Set, created by a priest of theirs at the PIT Retreat, and given to me as a gift after spending some time in the State Shrine. I treasure it dearly. There’s also a random fish keychain I discovered when I was moving house hanging above that… just because.
Sneaking over to the left side, we have a gorgeous painting made by one of our really talented Reverends (that I plan to frame and hang!) that I won at last year’s Retreat auction. To be honest, I’ve had my eye on it for some time before I discovered it was coming to Retreat to be sold.
Next to the painting, I have my first commissioned statue of Mom created by Shadow of the Sphinx on Etsy. She wears the ribbon bestowed to Bast-Mut on Wep Ronpet morning at the mini Retreat, as well as a bracelet I created at one point. In front of her is a cup for water and a small bowl of natron for my purifications.
Next to the statue, I have a wonderful poem about Mom given to me as a Moomas card, and the cutest Perler bead Mom from another sibling. It’s safe to say that I wouldn’t have such a beautiful shrine without my House of Netjer family!
I also have a little rattle I got at the airport for a noise maker, at least until I get my commissioned sistra!
The Akhu shrine is above and on the left of the top shelf. Related family on the left, and non-related Akhu on the right. I’m only going to cover the most pressing of questions about why I have those two on my shrine there. When I bought my little pouch that I’m using for my travel shrine, with it I received a photo of Edger Allen Poe and a pilot named Elizabeth L Gardner. I had this huge needing feeling of having to put them on my Akhu shrine. I felt like they wanted to be there, and that they were included with the purchase for that reason. I have personal connections to the poem, The Raven, especially, and it’s been a huge inspiration in my life. Elizabeth was an Air Force pilot, and as I’ve always wanted to be a pilot, and I have connections to the Air Force, I can see why there was an additional need for her to join me. I didn’t get into all the depth of it, but I wanted to share that little story.
I have additional incense and other goodies and gifts on the right side of the shelf.
Thank you all for listening to the stories of my shrine, and perhaps it has even inspired your own shrine-building endeavors! There’s no wrong way to make one, and you never know where you’ll find bits and pieces for it.