Meditation Twelve: August 29 - September 5


We continue working with the symbolism and energy of the Egyptian goddess Sekhmet.


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Personally, I found the last meditation to be unsettling and difficult. Judging from several of your responses, I wasn’t alone in that reaction.

Early this past week I drove from LA to Seattle. I was feeling bad about the meditation – wondering if I’d done the right thing with it (I had, at first, rejected the Sekhmet mediation and cast about trying to find a substitute – but that was a short-lived act of rebellion). At a bookstore in Mt. Shasta (run by a protégé of Marcel Vogel) I stumbled across a copy of “The Goddess Sekhmet” by Dr. Robert Masters – in it I read the “100 names” which the ancients used to describe her – including “She Who Rouses the People.” I took that as a sign.

But I’m a little chagrined to realize that we’re still not done working with the energies of “The Fire of the Eye of Ra.”

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Meditation Twelve: August 29 - September 5

Wash your hands and drink a glass of water.

Take whatever position you normally use for meditation. Relax, breathe.

Mentally dedicate your activities, in the name of the all-good, to the advancement and evolution of the human race.

See yourself as a part of the Group Soul of America - your life is a piece of its life and its life is the foundation of your life.

When you are ready, allow your consciousness to ascend to the astral temple and go inside.

Approach the reflecting pool. Through the aperture you see the Earth. North America. America.

A column of flame ignites on the water of the pool and from it rises Sekhmet. She is terrifying. Her energy and presence are overpowering. She towers over you.




You swoon and collapse. But you don’t lose consciousness – instead you find that you are looking down at your own body – you are looking out of Sekhmet’s eyes. She has drawn your consciousness into her.

She/You look up through the opening in the dome toward America. In the next moment you are there.

You stand in the midst of a vast plain of ash. The purifying fires have burned themselves out and all this is left is an endless field of black and grey. Nothing that came before escaped the conflagration.

With a gesture you/she grow hugely tall. In the next moment you are gargantuan, towering over the land. You stand astride the entire nation. Your head wreathed in clouds, you see from ocean to ocean.

You raise your left hand toward the West. As the sun drops beyond the horizon, the wind begins. It rolls across the land – blowing mountains of ash in front of it – clearing the detritus from the burning. It howls across the plains, driving the cinders and dust like a great foaming wave. When it has passed only the blackened dirt is left behind: cracked and charred.

She raises her right arm in front of her – towards the North – and a wall of rain descends and traverses the continent from North to South. The parched earth cries to receive the blessing. The last of the negrido – the caput mortem - the black stone – is washed away. The land is purified. Vivified. Prepared for the seed to find purchase.

You raise your right hand – toward the east – and the dawn is born. Light pours over the land, calling the seeds, hidden in the loamy earth, to break their wombs and begin.

Dawn gilds the horizon as a billion green shoots strain towards the sky.

As Sekhmet, you preside over America’s rebirth: from the regeneration of the land itself, to the reconstruction of our society, people and nation. You orchestrate the imagined future of this land.


Take some time and do this now.




Close the meditation and return to consciousness.

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Posted: Sat - August 28, 2004 at 09:16 PM        

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