Thuban Q&A: (warning longer than normal posts here)

[UncleJohn]

I love this humorous side of Abrax. Love it.

Could you comment on the unification of souls Abrax?

And not to worry, I will never run out of questions.

[abraxasinas]

Originally Posted by UncleJohn

I love this humorous side of Abrax. Love it.

Could you comment on the unification of souls Abrax?

And not to worry, I will never run out of questions.

Your soul is One in Many and Many in One.
You are all of them; Horus, Thoth and Ptah - just ask the Wisdom of the Uraeus in Queen Nefertiti.

It's the Ren, the Ren of the holy name, the cartouche Uncle John, or is it Uncle Anubis now - oh well.

Ptah has spoken his words of wisdom!

AA

[UncleJohn]

Originally Posted by abraxasinas

It's the Ren, the Ren of the holy name, the cartouche Uncle John, or is it Uncle Anubis now - oh well.

http://blackburnarthistory.blogspot....n-of-dead.html
http://earthrites.org/sacred_medicin...rdd_anubis.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartouche

And now for a question that I use to ask my friends so long ago. Who are the Grateful Dead and why are they following me around?

[abraxasinas]

Originally Posted by UncleJohn

http://blackburnarthistory.blogspot....n-of-dead.html
http://earthrites.org/sacred_medicin...rdd_anubis.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartouche

And now for a question that I use to ask my friends so long ago. Who are the Grateful Dead and why are they following me around?

Your links above are showing your receiving the information Uncle John!

The Grateful Dead are who they are, described in the below and the poem, written by me, but transmitted by them.

RaH Versus ApeP as HaR the Image of RaHaR in the Mirror of Hathor.

The Right White Solar Eye of RaH for Horus of the Horizon as the 3 and the Left Black Lunar Eye of HaR for Hathor of the Mirror as the 6 and Imaged in the Right Eye of Uraeus in Anubis as the 9.

Anubis Khaibit- Shadow of Uraeus
FUTURE SHADOWS OF THE PAST

"A most wondrous thing the Shadow is, a redeemer in all to succour;
it can go where the light cannot abide, seemingly banished, it is not.
For where the light is, the darkness flees, no longer present to endure;
so to become illuminated is its destined journey and its troubled lot.

But without the light, no Shadow can be cast, its such a splendid key;
the dimensions reduce in space from three to two and all in just the one.
Betwixt the light and the darkness it is and part of both for all to see;
the Shadow of the body, does it not merge all in its rule under the sun?

Whatsoever can cast a Shadow, must be a most wondrous thing to relay;
as nature's very own offspring, the young ones grow towards their final goal.
Enabled to bring peace to so many things appearing apart and so far away;
the reconciliation for the suffering body with its spirit and its scattered soul."


DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM
{Speak Nothing but Good of the Dead}

Out in the graveyard;
inscriptions, words and plaques, all withering away;
like the flowers adorning them, so the dead do lay.
Waiting and waiting for someone to remember them
and not just in photoalbums or on the special days.

Memorials are built, meaningless constructions - lest we forget!
They all are forgotten, given time enough to sigh, to pass away.
The living are so busy preparing for their own demise, to die.
Little do they know, the busy ones, that the dead are still alive.

They watch over the living ones, they do, from a place so far;
yet so near they are, but why would they watch the way they do?
To understand the mystery is the noble thing to do - a gallant quest.
They wish to be remembered, to join in soul and mind , the body's zest.

A marriage betwixt the dimensions, a holy union in heaven with hell.
But can the fearful thoughts of the living see, their lovehearts tell?
The living are like snowflakes, made of water, so unique one by one.
But they melt away, to be fluid again - into the one great ocean, gone!

The dead are all one in the great seas, waiting to crystallise again in two.
To wake up to a new life again, as a snowflake-twin, asking: 'Love me too!'
Eternal life awaits the living, could they only reply to the dead's request.
But the alive ones linger and doubt, in vanity do they live their only quest.

SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI
{Thus passes away the glory of the world}

Anubis

[BROOK]

Originally Posted by abraxasinas

Your soul is One in Many and Many in One.
You are all of them; Horus, Thoth and Ptah - just ask the Wisdom of the Uraeus in Queen Nefertiti.

It's the Ren, the Ren of the holy name, the cartouche Uncle John, or is it Uncle Anubis now - oh well.

Ptah has spoken his words of wisdom!

AA

Ouch...the serpents bite does sting.

Fear not Uncle John...you are not "Uncle Anubis"...for if you were, you would not have such inquiry.

But I leave you Uncle John with the words of Isis to remove the Poison

"O poison of Tefent, come forth, fall on the ground; go no further. O poison of Befent, come forth, fall on the ground. I am Isis, the goddess, the mistress of words of power. I am a weaver of spells, I know how to utter words so that they take effect.

Hearken to me, O every reptile that biteth (or stingeth), and fall on the ground.

O poison of Mestet, go no further.

O poison of Mestetef, rise not up in his body. O poison of Petet and Thetet, enter not his body.

O poison of Maatet, fall on the ground. Ascend not into heaven, I command you by the beloved of Râ, the egg of the goose which appeareth from the sycamore.

My words indeed rule to the uttermost limit of the night. I speak to you, O scorpions.

I am alone and in sorrow, and our names will stink throughout the nomes....

The child shall live! The poison shall die! For Râ liveth and the poison dieth. Horus shall be saved through his mother Isis, and he who is stricken shall likewise be saved."