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Collections of Bast-Mut “Feels”

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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.

Trust in Your Own Experiences

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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.

Reflecting on a Name

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It’s been a little over three years since my Shemsu naming.  This is a name with big shoes to fill, and I’m finally starting to grow into it and fully understand what it means to be a soldier of my Mother.

I’ve done a lot of thinking over the years regarding this name and how it reflects me and my duty to both Netjer and the community in which I took my vows.  When I was first named, I was this meek little thing flanked by three powerful and protective Names.  It is now that I’m realizing just what being a soldier of a Queen entails.

On occasion, I’ll find myself doing some research on the literal roles of soldiers in Ancient Egypt.  I like to take in all the information available and see how it applies to me.  Something I discovered kind of stuck with me; When there is no war, soldiers were often out helping the community, building, farming, and taking on other helpful tasks.  They were always taking action for the betterment of the whole.

Action.

This is a word that is increasingly important to me.

Bast-Mut, as Queen, is one to direct.  I am taking action on her behalf.  Not only am I fighting in the name of ma’at, I am also expected to work with the community and help when necessary.

As I considered that, I also realized I had already been working on helping out the community.  I was, and am, getting more involved, and it fits my role perfectly.

(In meme speak: I protecc and attacc, but most importantly I give bacc)

Day of Chewing Onions for Bast 2018

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Now, Onion Day is one of the holidays that I can celebrate with my fiance.  He loves onions!  We had to celebrate early however, since I’ll be leaving to go back to work on the 6th.  This is the first time we’ve really celebrated a festival together, and it was a ton of fun!

We started the day today by going out to a restaurant, where I got a breakfast skillet with onions included!  This was the first part of the feast.  Unfortunately we couldn’t celebrate earlier since I had a massive migraine that I carried from the night before, but with some tender loving care, I mostly got rid of it just in time for lunch and dinnertime fun.

Earlier in the week, we went to the store and gathered our supplies for making delicious foods. I also set up the shrine on the dining room table so that we could share our meals with Bast(-Mut).  I decided that I finally wanted to make those Rose Puff Pastries and he was going to make a French Onion Soup.  Today we spent much of the afternoon and evening in the kitchen in a cooking frenzy!  (After I felt better, of course!)

The picture to the right shows his delicious soup made with sunny sweet onions, provolone cheese, and French bread.  We also had a baked potato on the side and it was all SO good!  Here I am sharing my meal with Bast, while we have the candle and incense lit for Her as well.  On the left I have cut out some onion shapes for some heka we performed later on.

The picture on the left shows one of the delicious rose puff pastries that I baked and shared with Her!  They turned out pretty good for a first try, but they were super messy to create.  It was sure a learning experience, and I know I can do better next time.

While we ate, we took the onion shapes and some pens and considered what we wanted The Devouring Flame to consume.  We wrote down things we wanted to be rid of, such as procrastination and similar things.  We wrote as much as we could think of on our onion shapes, because we were going to take them outside and allow Her to devour them, to take them from us so that we could fill those gaps with better things.

After we ate our fill, we took our onions and allowed them to be consumed while I sang a song for Bast.  The fire felt very good in the crisp northern air.

All in all, this was a very exciting festival for us and I’m glad we got to share it together. Hopefully this post will give everybody else some ideas for their own Onion Day festivities!

 

Bringer of Justice

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Running swiftly, paws upon the sand,
A glint in her eye as she darts.
The blaze in her heart and the wind at her back,
leaving bodies of snakes torn apart.

Secrets of the rosettes on the leopard keeping pace.
Spots upon the cheetah with the dots upon her face.
Swift and wiley mongoose upon the desert sands she roams.
Leaping like the caracal with fire in her bones.

Blood on her claws as they sink in,
To those who would do harm unjust,
The teeth that she bares are laden,
With the evil that she has just fought.

Her prize is then ripped from their bodies,
A heart filled with isfet so dark,
To lay it down by the king she protects,
The blood on the sand leaves a mark.

She leaps upon the neck of the uncreated one.
She takes her gleaming blades reflecting in the sun.
She slices through its throat, bringing evil to an end.
She stalks away with pride to the kingdom she defends.

Mafdet, be swift in your justice!
Your claws are not ones we shall fear,
For we know that you will protect us
From those who would bear us ill-will.

~Tawa’ubastmut

It’s meant to have those bits of fast-paced chanting to match the speed of the Swift Runner Herself.  It also has a bit of heka woven into it.  Enjoy!