I’ve been putting off this particular episode because I didn’t really know what to write. The death entry ended up being a novel, practically, and I apologize for that. This will be much shorter, I think.
I believe in spirits – in ghosts, partly, but I won’t be talking about them here. I believe in something I call ‘netjeri’. The word literally means ‘holy’, but is used to refer to any number of Unseen beings that are neither gods nor human in any way. I don’t have AS vast an experience base with these spirits as some folks I know do; I know people who work with them extensively. But I’ve brushed into them, so to speak, now and then.
I believe netjeri take a number of forms. There are larger spirits. Spirits of the land, spirits of a culture, animal spirits (such as what would be called a totem). Nature spirits living in actual natural land. There are even constructed spirits, born out of the belief of millions of people. They’re a lot different from the other kinds of spirits, but still fall under the same category.
I believe that netjeri and spirits can inhabit objects. I’ve had some interesting experiences with this; I firmly believe, for example, that my car contains a netjeri. I don’t generally deal with netjeri in a concrete way, though so my experiences are mostly limited to me saying “Hey! I think there’s a netjeri here” and acknowledging it. One of the biggest reasons I *don’t* have a really great relationship with netjeri is cautiousness. Just because the majority of the netjeri I have experienced are small and pleasant, in general, does not mean that all netjeri are. There are a lot of really big, really mean netjeri, some as powerful as the gods. I don’t want to get involved with them. I’d much rather just let them be.
I do own two necklaces with netjeri bound to them, made by a Kemetic Orthodox magician. They’re wonderful, and I can sense them and perceive them, but not much else. The interaction I have with my house sprites, as I call them, are limited mostly to acknowledging them and asking for help in return for an offering of honey and bread. It’s a simple relationship, really.