We are quickly approaching the Mysteries of Wesir, according to the Kemetic Orthodox calendar. The air is full of frost, the ground is cold and all around me, the trees are bare. The Lord of the Greenery will join them soon.
This holiday is bittersweet. The King of the Gods gives His life to be the King of the Dead, so that the children of the Gods who have stepped into the Duat may be protected. But to do this, He must die. He must pass through the same Mystery we all must pass through. And so His brother will take Him and kill Him.
I have to imagine that even Wesir did not know what to expect of death. Death is foreign to the Gods. It is transformative, without any hint of what will come out on the other side. That alone would be enough to terrify.
What does it mean, then, to have a God Who has died? It’s different than in Christianity, where Jesus died and then rose again. Wesir died, and established Himself as the King of the dead, rather than a resurrected God.
I will be thinking about this quite a lot, as Wesir’s festival approaches. Each year I feel a stronger pull to honor Him this time of year, so I’m very glad that