Imhotep also diagnosed an inherent discord in the make up of a conscious male mammal. For him all these discoveries were key to understanding and liberation. For decades Imhotep worked on the high priests and the princes of Egypt to impart his enlightenment to no avail. Not only did his endeavours meet deaf ears but he was subject to several murder attempts.
Each time his heightened awareness and deep knowledge helped him escape the danger at the eleventh hour. His heart yearned to respond to the millions that clamoured for his healing. He in his lofty position had fallen in love with these amazing natural peasant farmers. According to the rigid hierarchy of the time these peasants were considered the lowest in creation. Their reluctance to fight, their aversion to soldiering, killing and weapons were considered sure signs of their lowliness. Unknown to most, Imhotep knew that these condemned qualities were wonderful echoes of the Osirian teachings on non-violence as the path to healing, sublimation and the attainment of the full human potential. “The true Osirian disciples” he thought as he witnessed them being abused by all levels of authority as the lowest of the low. The irony was that –in keeping with the fashion of the times- they worshipped Osiris as the alleged victorious dead God of the dread under world. Osiris was victorious, the priests assured the bereft populace, through his son Horus. The pharaoh impersonating Horus was further legitimised to rule absolutely over the unsuspecting populace for ever and ever and ever, through his descent from the great Osiris and through his defeat of evil in a battle with the bad Seth when eventually the superiority of Horus God/Pharaoh arms and armour prevailed. Imhotep knew in his heart of hearts that this story was untrue and contrary to Osiris’ teaching and testimony. Nothing could be more removed from the Osiris drama than this politically expedient nonsense about a victorious avenger who defeats and banishes evil for all time.
Contrary to his already perverted times Imhotep saw that the people’s suffering did not stem from their amazing harmony and easy integration with nature, with the river, the fertile soil, and with all other animals, nor did it stem from their hatred of violence. To him they were taken over by the priests -who had no compunctions about weaving lies upon lies- and by endless levels, cobwebs of usurped authority filling their minds with perverted facts about everything that mattered from the moment of their birth to their death.
Some mysterious process had infected the human race and rated fighters far above farmers and soldiers far above growers of crops and animals, Imhotep’s heart overflowed with love to these potentially natural and harmonious men. Of all mankind, these were the men nearest to Osiris, yet they were so grossly used and abused. Imhotep thought he had some leads into the genesis of this mysterious process and he was determined to pursue these leads against all obstacles and warning signs.
On the eve of his last birthday at the height of summer when the great river sprang to life, flooding with abundance and bursting with Osirian life energy he had a vision of such power that he knew it was an inner message of a depth that can not be ignored. He knew that this was to be his last year on earth. He saw his beloved Osiris in the underworld as if screaming and shouting in a deep deep vacuum pointing at him and asking for help. Imhotep forthwith traveled incognito to Athribis Situated at the bottom of the Nile delta proper, North of the capital Menufer his feet took him to the spot where it was reputed Osiris’s heart was hidden after his cruel murder and dismemberment. At that blood curdling spot he meditated for hours. Imhotep went into a trance and sensed himself weeping in the presence of the great benefactor Osiris. How can I help you? How can I do your bidding?
Imhotep came to with a deep clear knowledge within
He knew that he had to discard his princely robes and make a pilgrimage to Thebes then down the enchanted valley throughout the blessed villages and cities of Kemet proclaiming Osiris’ teachings on the way.
This was now an urgent call, as he knew his days on earth were numbered. Imhotep’s own heart which had been so refined and thinned to transparency with feeling and compassion had developed a seer’s quality. Seeing into the past and into the future.
He saw with his heart’s eye terrible twists, lies, forgeries and terrible dynamics carefully woven out of an endless and ruthless power struggle He knew also that Thebes will seed great empires that will grow and last to the end of time, He knew that Kemet will seed the World’s conceptual framework to the end of time. If the cobwebs of lies being woven even during Imhotep’s life time were allowed to grow and if the tampering with history to gain advantages in the power struggle would be allowed to proceed unchallenged, the manipulated seeds will carry within them inevitable self-destruct mechanisms that will erupt disastrously even 40 centuries hence. He knew that if the human race was to be saved from unimaginable suffering and catastrophe, then he must enrich, without fail, the Theban and Kemetian seeds with the Osirian anti-violence knowledge, the rightful midwife to all greatness and to the arts and sciences and to the fulfilment of the great dream of Amen and Amaunet that became this world. Within his being Imhotep heard again and again what Osiris had asserted in his many incarnations on earth “ do not look for or wait for hasty results. The seed is the most important contribution. Be sure to impregnate the seed. When the right time comes or if the consciousness is born with sufficient cumulative intensity to create the right time, the Osirian vision will flourish like a wonderful tree bearing the divine fruit for all.
Imhotep had already sensed terrible and dangerous dynamics as he participated in the yearly festivals up and down the valley and the delta when the Osiris passion was enacted year after year.
The story was very subtly transformed into a crude material battle of arms and armour between good and evil. The son Horus avenging his dead father, winning the battle and the glory while his adversaries are totally defeated and crushed after being stigmatised and dehumanised. The pharaoh representing absolute good then impersonates Horus the victorious and now becomes the absolute ruler. Throughout this manipulated Osiris passion drama or rather non-drama, Osiris plays a completely passive and marginalised role. He is in this fraudulent play a dead body surrounded by priests and enclosed in a magnificent sarcophagus. A glorified prison surrounded with glorified guards. Up and down the land of Kemet, the valley and delta of the great river, Imhotep monitored the growth of priesthoods, temples and cults specialised in robbing the great passion drama of its essence. At the end of this dangerously manipulated non-drama of good and evil the pharaoh always absolute good, emerged as absolute victor with license to commit any injustice unchallenged. All were hypnotised till the next festival to believe erroneously that absolute good always wins the day.
Imhotep had a deep calling to revive the drama as he knew it. His approach was typically Osirian. He was not to force the drama or even teach it per se. He was to go on a pilgrimage, raise the consciousness of the people who followed him by telling the true history of the birth of the world and the birth of man. He would reveal the deeply buried information about the birth and empowerment of the secondary Gods and about Osiris. He determined to reveal all before he departed from this world. He had tried with the princes and priests and failed. This was his last chance. He would persevere to the point where his followers would be hit by the very insight that was tormenting him. He would use all his Osirian skills to unleash that miraculous process, chemistry of enlightenment. His will be himself a nightly theatre of enlightenment till the precious happening he so deeply yearned for happened. He dreamt the insights would be so powerful that they would turn within the recipients into music, poetry, dance and movement. He was sure this happening would release and recreate the real passion of Osiris, which resided deep in the heart of every son of man.
He would thus allow the people of Kemet, the ones accidentally chosen by the great river to be fertilisers of empires and civilisations throughout the world to the end of time, to enact as has been their custom the true story of the Osiris passion. Imhotep knew, Contrary to the farce enacted yearly as the Osiris passion drama , that Osiris is never victorious. He was never victorious. The Osirian song continues for always asking to be admitted and empowered in the world of men never through the power of arms or armour. The fraudulent Osirian drama so closely guarded by the priests was a flagrant decoy.
Imhotep started his journey along the great valley gradually approaching Thebes and gathering a rising number of followers. Periodically he sat by a great and wise tree along the roaring pulsating river. He recapped with his enraptured listeners the story and teachings of Osiris. He was amazed and overjoyed to find that inside many of these simple and abused Egyptian peasant farmers, the Osirian drama had somehow survived in their subconscious. They went along with the ritual story of the battle between good and evil and the triumph of the avenging son ending in the re-mummification and re-burial of the reconstructed Osiris as king of the other world, because this was what the priests and the powerful decreed. It was as if they the powerful had decreed that the reconstruction of Osiris’s dismembered parts can only be allowed on condition of his assured death and mummification and banishment to the other world. As a cover for this horrendous man limiting disaster no amount of praise, glorification or deification was sparred for the dead and securely mumified Osiris. Still these apparently mostly simple peasant farmers felt a deep frustration even an unhealed wound of sadness in their hearts for, after all, they were the ancestors of the first Egyptians who knew Osiris not only in name but also in his body and his being and amongst whom Osiris actually walked the earth. Imhotep’s discerning physician’s eye had diagnosed this deep sadness affecting the heart of all peasant farmers cultivating the banks of a living river.
Thus then spoke Imhotep Architect, visionary, astronomer and the greatest physician of all time who gave up the highest princely and priestly privilege to fulfill his Osirian calling.
Imhotep told the story in ravishing chants since he was also well versed in the arts and sciences of music and harmony and sounded the most lovely combinations from his harp which he had designed himself using his knowledge of mathematics and of quantum relations as used in the building of the pyramid, open theatre and funerary complex at Sakkara which far surpassed any of his time.
Every night at the end of the day’s trek and at sunset the farmers gathered around Imhotep. Imhotep chose his stage carefully and always placed himself at suitable vantage points. Sometimes the assembly took place under a tree, around a mound or huge rock, on a hillside. Imhotep always chose a spot where he could see or hear the great river.The eternal flowing river was a continuous counterpoint to his pilgrimage and the stories and songs he told.
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The third night
being an introduction under the tree at Khmunu(Hermopolis)
The story of the creation of matter
And Imhotep said to the flock of people that struggled to be near him and listen to him as he slowly progressed on his pilgrimage:
Oh most beloved people of the most fertile of all rivers.
You have been asking again. How is it that the great Osiris God, beloved of Amon and Amaunet can be so weak as to be treacherously killed enticed by a small group of servants of Seth-whom you call the evil tyrant- to enter a coffin? Was Osiris greedy? Did he lust after the precious wood of the coffin? Some of you have even asked me about rumours that Osiris was a coward, that he was unmanly, soft and effeminate. I NEED to answer you loved ones. I need you to understand how Osiris’ strength was made perfect in his weakness.
The peasants were utterly baffled. There was a great hush , everyone was all ears.
How can strength be made perfect in weakness?
And Imhotep said:
listen to me not only with your ears but with your hearts too, then I promise you before the end of my story you will know in your heart why Osiris did not lift a finger against servants, lackeys and soldiers, when he could have decimated all of them into dust with the minutest energy of anger or rejection.
But hark Matter is born!
Let me first start with the story of creation
In the beginning there was nothing.
Nothing but pure infinite energy. Suddenly it developed a consciousness that it was lonely, that it had no counterpart. It was infinite and alone.
It had no counterpart no counter balance Seeking its opposite it lost attention for one trillionth of a second and was born what seemed to be a terrible turmoil of infinite void and infinite darkness, the primordial elemental gods were born.
The first Egyptians were privileged with revelation of these mysterious goings on before time was born. All this energy without a counterbalance?
Can anyone imagine the vast and unbridled terror erupting?
Your great great ancestors knew of the primeval Gods
Heh and Hauhet the god and goddess of unendingness, infinity
Kuk and Kauket the god and goddess of deepest darkness
Nun and Naunet, the god and goddess of primordial water
Then Amon the the greatest of the primeval gods and Amaunet the greatest of the primeval goddesses burst upon the scene, created space and spirit and all that which is unseen and undescribable but indispensable. As from the birth of Amon and Amaunet, the violence of the world was tempered momentarily but the consciousness of potential increased. The primeval gods and goddesses decided to enclose all this threatening energy in a primordial egg. By some magic and divine will the primordial egg was born here at Khmunu All the Gods and Goddesses were apprehensive. There was just too much energy within.
These entities which comprised all the energies of the primordial substance were getting denser and denser raising the pitch of their interaction cumulatively, At one point whatever forces had contained their elemental powers snapped. This burst of Energy unleashed a most horrific cataclysm as the elemental powers were explosively released thrusting out the whole of our universe in a race of expansion towards infinity.
Clouds and clouds of materialised energy pulsating in a primordial dance getting denser and lighter periodically. Every now and then during this cosmic dance a dense patch would break up, but the patch that was created from the center of the primordial egg broke up into a giant and nine dwarfs. One of the smallest of the dwarfs fitted exactly in the bosom of Amaunet who covered it with milk from her breast in the form of fertile wet clay containing her creative vision. The dwarf blessed with Amaunet’s fertile clay became mother earth and the giant gave birth to the sun whence light was born. The pain and anxiety of separation was so great as for a while it was thought that the dwarf died in that operation. It got colder and colder until it froze and showed all the aspects of being quite quite dead, the gods in heaven wept so hard that an enormous deluge of water overran mother earth which was at the same time warming up as it was lovingly caressed
By the rays of the giant sun
Tell us Imhotep how life was born
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the fourth night
Life is born
The sun loyal to her dwarf partner sent its warming rays. Very gradually the dwarf warmed up, there emerged enormous chunks of land from the waters. Enjoying the splendour and energy of sunshine Mother Earth yearned to give birth to all sorts of creatures big and small.
The dwarf earth, rewarmed and reconnected to her sun, danced a dance of sublime joy it was blessed beyond all other planets. So impressed by this sublime dance, the spirit of amen and Amaunet breathed life into all embodied creatures conceived into mother earth, first plants then animals.
Throughout the universe the heavenly host and creation danced a dance of sublime joy but Amon who now reigned supreme still had a heavy heart.
Now the primeval circle of paired gods and goddesses disappeared the infinite became finite, darkness was penetrated by light and the primordial waters became oceans and rivers and seas and creatures big and small. Only Amon Ra and Amaunet were left
dominating a scene of indescribable splendour and limitless violence. This primeval pair became the acknowledged lords of the world and of the sun and they reigned supreme amongst whatever power remained vested in the rapidly disappearing primeval gods as they gradually relinquished their power to a host of new nature gods and goddesses, as well as lesser beings, angels and messengers etc.….
Everything became peaceful again for millions of years then
Tell us Imhotep of the birth of man and woman.
And Imhotep said: before I tell anything more I must tell you first of:
End of the fifth day of the pilgrimage
The third night
Of The sadness of Amon and Amaunet
Being the story Imhotep told on the third night at Khmunu
An Imhotep said:
The planets and stars took their appointed positions and journeyed in their appointed orbits and all worshipped Amen Raa utterly content without questioning all obeyed the divine laws in their violent phases and in their peaceful phases they all obeyed the laws placed within them expanding towards infinity
The inner being of Amon Ra was sad
Living creatures all obeyed their programs and survived by preying on each other without mercy.
If the gods of nature relaxed their vigilance a while like when Ra the sun god, went for his periodic sleep or when he decided to distance himself from dwarf earth, whole species died terrible deaths. When the goddess of cloud went to sleep, millions of creatures died tormented deaths, when she became hyperactive millions more creatures drowned. The rhythm went on. A brutal rhythm of natural selection secondary to the whims of whimsical gods inflicted on a creation imprisoned in its programming and ruthlessly preying on each other. All programmed for survival of self at all costs and at any cost. There was no vision, no justice or mercy. Just a no holds barred battle of survival of the fittest.
And as more millions and millions of years passed Amon got sadder still.
All things worshipped and obeyed faithfully: the basic rules where never changed and Amen the master and creator of this great glory was sad.
Every now and then out of a terrible and paradoxical longing -against the resistance of the other gods- Amen managed to allow the basic rules of the universe to breakdown at the extreme edges of matter and energy. He was warned by the council of gods that if he indulged this dangerous hobby and allowed the laws to change in midstream areas, the universe would collapse into chaos from which nothing not even the power or vision of AmenRa could bring it back under control.
One day Amon woke up Amaunet sensing she was needed to catalyse a momentous happening. Amon laid his head on the breast of Amaunet and wept profusely
“All we have created is as naught, they are all executing indefinitely the programs we have placed into them they have no space to take anything else into consideration. All this is as nothing. From nothing leading to nothing .Of all our achievement out there, there is nothing in creation with the vision that can perceive the greatness of creation or of this wonderful rhythm and song. It is there but as nothing all this music falls on deaf ears. There is not one thing out there that vaguely perceives this vast greatness no creature that can write a poem about the blossoming of a flower or the death of a butterfly there is not one thing out there that perceives the music of life and of the stars there is nothing that feels the poetry of the birth and death of a sun or a star or the separation of a dwarf.”
“ I am so lonely”…
“Who will testify to all this splendour the ever-growing expanding splendour ?
“Who will carry awareness of the ever-growing splendour of creation and also pocess the secret of harmonious survival and infinite adaptation without preying or destroying anything of that magnificent creation?
“Who will testify to the splendour and glory? Them??? The gods?? Their perception is exactly as programmed, to them everything is a state of absolute numerical correctness. Any phenomenon either fits into the program or does not fit in, a simple numerical formula, a straight line without curves or rhythm. It is an all or none formula. A perfect science. A perfect programming sequence with programmed reflexes? Who can write a poem about sun rise or sun set? Who will testify to the blossoming of a flower in a poem?? Not a dead accurate description but a poem an inaccurate poem!!
Oh for an inaccurate poem that transcends mathematical predictability.
One of the hearers went into an uncontrollable sobbing, he stood up and poured forth the following poem
the lines are black
but in my heart they break
the lines are black
but in my bones they die
the norms are made and laid
but in my blood they fade
the measurements are exact
the limits are compact
the laws are just
the norms secure
the earth is flat
BUT IT IS NOT FLAT!!!
IT IS NOT FLAT!
The spontaneous poet sensing the glares of the populace nearly devouring him recanted quickly
IT IS FLAT!
oh burning blobs of infinite despair in light
die
die
die now.........
.......and let me rest
there was furore amongst the audience
of course the earth is flat!
Can’t you see you FOOL!
Something in Imhotep lit up. He had witnessed the process he had yearned to engender in his audience. He knew at the birth of this spontaneous happening that his pilgrimage even his life will not be in vain. He was effectively sowing the seeds of the beloved Osiris
Imhotep asked:
Have you looked at the sun?
Have you looked at the stars? The planets?
Are they not all round ? why then should the earth not be round too?
Imhotep said:
Despise no one nor anything under the sun
From the fool and even from the madman a lot of truths and wisdom can be gleaned but only by those who listen and have love in them and who have modesty to learn. Remember loved ones, those who know they do not know and are eternally open to learn. Those who are sure they know do not know and will not learn
Beware of the very learned who think they know everything. They are the most ignorant of all.
The most ignorant is the man who believes he knows everything.
The deeper this belief the deeper his ignorance. When this belief is made to reach the intensity of an unchallengeable faith, then you have the darkest ignorance of all.
Ignorance my loved ones is NOT lack of knowledge.
It is making sacred, knowledge, that life transcends from movement to movemeny as it manifests growth, change and development. Beware my loved ones of those who know everything and have no music in them.
It is frequent that the most learned who think they know everything are the most dangerously ignorant.
Tell us about the birth of man.
