Death Gods and Living

The Mysteries of Wesir snuck up on me this year. I had wanted to celebrate them deeply this year. In fact, I’d wanted to take an entire month to contemplate the gods of the West. After the hurricane, having no home and no space (in my home or head) to contemplate the depth of mortality, that got set aside. I am still pretty bummed that I didn’t prepare even for the Mysteries, though.

This morning I spent some time listening to Important Songs on my way to work, and I let myself think about what the gods of death might have to say. I’d lamented my scattered celebration on my personal Twitter account last night, and gotten a response that the Mysteries, though dealing with death, are about life.

That’s not hugely revolutionary for me; my Father’s message has long been “Life is short, so indulge”. I’ve never spent enough time with other “death gods” to get Their perspective on that, though. This morning, I asked.

Life is short, so live with purpose.
Life is short, so live joyfully.
Life is short, so live compassionately.
Life is short, so live fully.

The answer, whatever the rationale: Life is short, so live.

My meditation today: how can I live to celebrate the sacredness of my own life?

The Mysteries Have Begun

Later today, I will be honoring Wesir’s Mysteries with several Shemsu and Remetj from the northeastern US, with dinner and ceremonies to celebrate Him. In the meantime, here are some thoughts from other people about Wesir and His mysteries:

  • Raheriwesir, a w’ab priest of Wesir in Kemetic Orthodoxy, has been writing about the Mysteries day by day. You can read his thoughts here: Day 1 and Day 2.
  • A few months back, Kemetic Reconnaissance posted a series of instructions for a Mysteries-appropriate project, beginning here, and continuing for eight separate posts.

I hope to have my own reflections to share after tonight’s ceremonies, and I hope you are all well, whether you are celebrating Wesir at this time or simply celebrating the secular holidays of the season.

The God Who Died

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