'Round Mid-night

" But I never will forget one night very late. It was around midnight. And you can have some strange experiences at midnight. (Yes, sir) 

I had been out meeting with the steering committee all that night. And I came home, and my wife was in the bed and I immediately crawled into bed to get some rest to get up early the next morning to try to keep things going. And immediately the telephone started ringing and I picked it up. On the other end was an ugly voice. That voice said to me, in substance, "Nigger, we are tired of you and your mess now. And if you aren’t out of this town in three days, we’re going to blow your brains out and blow up your house." (Lord Jesus)

I’d heard these things before, but for some reason that night it got to me. I turned over and I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep. (Yes) I was frustrated, bewildered. And then I got up and went back to the kitchen and I started warming some coffee, thinking that coffee would give me a little relief. And then I started thinking about many things. I pulled back on the theology and philosophy that I had just studied in the universities, trying to give philosophical and theological reasons for the existence and the reality of sin and evil, but the answer didn’t quite come there. 

I sat there and thought about a beautiful little daughter who had just been born about a month earlier. We have four children now, but we only had one then. She was the darling of my life. I’d come in night after night and see that little gentle smile. And I sat at that table thinking about that little girl and thinking about the fact that she could be taken away from me any minute. (Go ahead) 

And I started thinking about a dedicated, devoted, and loyal wife who was over there asleep. (Yes) And she could be taken from me, or I could be taken from her. And I got to the point that I couldn’t take it any longer; I was weak. (Yes)

Something said to me, you can’t call on Daddy now, he’s up in Atlanta a hundred and seventy-five miles away. (Yes) 

You can’t even call on Mama now. (My Lord) 

You’ve got to call on that something in that person that your Daddy used to tell you about. (Yes) 

That power that can make a way out of no way. (Yes) 

And I discovered then that religion had to become real to me and I had to know God for myself. (Yes, sir) 

And I bowed down over that cup of coffee—I never will forget it. (Yes, sir) And oh yes, I prayed a prayer and I prayed out loud that night. (Yes) 

I said, "Lord, I’m down here trying to do what’s right. (Yes) I think I’m right; I think the cause that we represent is right. (Yes) But Lord, I must confess that I’m weak now; I’m faltering; I’m losing my courage. (Yes) And I can’t let the people see me like this because if they see me weak and losing my courage, they will begin to get weak." (Yes) I wanted tomorrow morning to be able to go before the executive board with a smile on my face.

And it seemed at that moment that I could hear an inner voice saying to me, (Yes) "Martin Luther, (Yes) stand up for righteousness, (Yes) stand up for justice, (Yes) stand up for truth. (Yes) And lo I will be with you, (Yes) even until the end of the world."

And I’ll tell you, I’ve seen the lightning flash. I’ve heard the thunder roll. I felt sin- breakers dashing, trying to conquer my soul. But I heard the voice of Jesus saying still to fight on. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No, never alone. No, never alone. He promised never to leave me, (Never) never to leave me alone.

And I’m going on in believing in him. (Yes) You’d better know him, and know his name, and know how to call his name. (Yes) You may not know philosophy. You may not be able to say with Alfred North Whitehead that he’s the Principle of Concretion. You may not be able to say with Hegel and Spinoza that he is the Absolute Whole. You may not be able to say with Plato that he’s the Architectonic Good. You may not be able to say with Aristotle that he’s the Unmoved Mover.

But sometimes you can get poetic about it if you know him. You begin to know that our brothers and sisters in distant days were right. Because they did know him as a rock in a weary land, as a shelter in the time of starving, as my water when I’m thirsty, and then my bread in a starving land. And then if you can’t even say that, sometimes you may have to say, "he’s my everything. He’s my sister and my brother. He’s my mother and my father." If you believe it and know it, you never need walk in darkness.

Don’t be a fool. Recognize your dependence on God. (Yes, sir) As the days become dark and the nights become dreary, realize that there is a God who rules above.

And so I’m not worried about tomorrow. I get weary every now and then. The future looks difficult and dim, but I’m not worried about it ultimately because I have faith in God. Centuries ago Jeremiah raised a question, "Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there?" He raised it because he saw the good people suffering so often and the evil people prospering. (Yes, sir) Centuries later our slave foreparents came along. (Yes, sir) And they too saw the injustices of life, and had nothing to look forward to morning after morning but the rawhide whip of the overseer, long rows of cotton in the sizzling heat. But they did an amazing thing. They looked back across the centuries and they took Jeremiah’s question mark and straightened it into an exclamation point. And they could sing, "There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole. (Yes) There is a balm in Gilead to heal the sin-sick soul." And there is another stanza that I like so well: 

"Sometimes (Yeah) I feel discouraged." (Yes)

And I don’t mind telling you this morning that sometimes I feel discouraged. (All right) I felt discouraged in Chicago. As I move through Mississippi and Georgia and Alabama, I feel discouraged. (Yes, sir) Living every day under the threat of death, I feel discouraged sometimes. Living every day under extensive criticisms, even from Negroes, I feel discouraged sometimes. [applause] Yes, sometimes I feel discouraged and feel my work’s in vain. But then the holy spirit (Yes) revives my soul again. "There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole. There is a balm in Gilead to heal the sin-sick soul." God bless you. [applause]

The Black Prince

"In the Mesopotamian creation myth, 

mostly what you see menacing Humanity is  

Tiamat. 

She’s the 

Dragon of Chaos. 

That’s Mother Nature, 

Red in Tooth and Claw. 

But by the time the Egyptians come along, 

it isn’t only Nature that threatens Humanity: 

it’s The Social Structure itself. 

So the Egyptians had two deities that represented The Social Structure. 

 One was Osiris, who was like The Spirit of the Father. 

 He was a Great Hero who established Egypt, but became  

old, willfully blind, and senile. 

He had an evil brother named Seth.

Seth was always conspiring to overthrow him. 

And, because Osiris ignored him long enough, Seth did overthrown him—

Chopped him into pieces and distributed them all around The Kingdom. 

"Re-member Me."

-Hamlet, Father of Hamlet,

Act 2 Scene I

"Re-Member."

- Spock,

Star Trek II : The Wrath of Kahn

The Black Princess

Osiris’ son, Horus, had to come back and defeat Seth, to take the kingdom back. 

That’s how that story ends. But the Egyptians seemed to have realized—maybe because they had become bureaucratized to quite a substantial degree—that it wasn’t only nature that threatened humankind: it was also the proclivity of human organizations to become too large, too unwieldy, too deceitful, and too willfully blind, and, therefore, liable to collapse. 

Again, I see echoes of that in the story of the Tower of Babel. It’s a calling for a kind of humility of social engineering. 
One of the other things I’ve learned as a social scientist…I’ve been warned about this by, I would say, great social scientists…is that 

You want to be very careful about doing large-scale experimentation with large-scale systems, because the probability that, if you implement a scheme in a large-scale social system, that that scheme will have the result that you intended, is negligible. 

What will happen will be something that you don’t intend—and, even worse, something that works at counter-purposes to your original intent. 

That Makes Sense. 

If you have a very, very complex system, and you perturb it, the probability that you can predict the consequences of the perturbation is extraordinarily low, obviously. If the system works, though, you think you understand it, because it works. You think it’s simpler than it actually is, and so then you think that your model of it is correct, and then you think that your manipulation of the model, which produces the outcome you model, will be the outcome that’s actually produced in the world. That doesn’t work, at all. 

I thought about that an awful lot, thinking about how to remediate social systems. Obviously, they need careful attention and adjustment. It struck me that the proper strategy for implementing social change is to stay within your domain of competence. That requires humility, which is a virtue that is never promoted in modern culture, I would say. It’s a virtue that you can hardly even talk about. But humility means you’re probably not as smart as you think you are, and you should be careful. So then the question might be, well, ok, you should be careful, but perhaps you still want to do good. You want to make some positive changes. How can you be careful and do good? Then I would say, well, you try not to step outside the boundaries of your competence. You start small, and you start with things that you actually could adjust, that you actually do understand, that you actually could fix. 

I mentioned to you, at one point, that one of the things Carl Jung said was that modern men don’t see God because they don’t look low enough. It’s a very interesting phrase. One of the things that I’ve been promoting online, I suppose, is the idea that you should restrict your attempts to fix things to what’s at hand. There’s probably things about you that you could fix, right? Things that you know aren’t right—not anyone else’s opinion: your own opinion. Maybe there’s some things that you could adjust in your family. That gets hard. You have to have your act together a lot before you can start to adjust your family, because things can kick back on you really hard. You think, well, it’s hard to put yourself together. It’s really hard to put your family together. Why the hell do you think you can put the world together? Because, obviously, the world is more complicated than you and your family. And so, if you’re stymied in your attempts even to set your own house in order—which, of course, you are—then you would think that what that would do would be to make you very, very leery about announcing your broad-scale plans for social revolution. 

It’s a peculiar thing because that isn’t how it works. People are much more likely to announce their plans for broad-scale social revolution than they are to try to set themselves straight or their families straight. I think the reason for that is that, as soon as they try to set themselves or their families straight, the system immediately kicks back at them—instantly. Whereas, if they announce their plans for large-scale social revolution, the lag between the announcement and the kickback is so long that they don’t recognize that there’s any error. You can get away with being wrong, if nothing falls on you for a while. It’s also an incitement to hubris, because you announce your plans for large-scale social revolution, stand back, and you don’t get hit by lightning, and you think, well, I might be right, even though you’re seriously not right. I might be right! And then you think, well, how wonderful is that? Especially if you can do it without any real effort. Fundamentally, I believe that that’s what universities teach students to do, now. I really believe that. I think it’s absolutely appalling and horribly dangerous, because it’s not that easy to fix things, especially if you’re not committed to it. I think you know if you’re committed, because what you try to do is straighten out your own life, first, and that’s enough. 

I think the New Testament states that it’s more difficult to rule yourself than it is to rule the city. That’s not a metaphor. All of you who made announcements to yourself every January about changing your diet and going to the gym know perfectly well how difficult it is to regulate your own impulses and to bring yourself under the control of some ethical and attentive structure of values. It’s extraordinarily difficult. People don’t do it. Instead, they wander off, and I think they create towers of Babel. 

The story indicates that those things collapse under their own weight, and everyone goes their own direction. I think I see that happening with the LGBT community. One of the things I’ve noticed that’s very interesting is that the community is, in some sense…It’s not a community. That’s a technical error. But it’s composed of outsiders, let’s say. What you notice across the decades is that the acronym list keeps growing. I think that’s because there’s an infinite number of ways to be an outsider. Once you open the door to the construction of a group that’s characterized by failing to fit into a group, then you immediately create a category that’s infinitely expandable. I don’t know how long the acronym list is now—it depends on which acronym list you consult—but I’ve seen lists of 10 or more acronyms. One of the things that’s happening is that the community is starting to fragment in its interior, because there is no unity. Once you put a sufficient plurality under the sheltering structure of a single umbrella, say, the disunity starts to appear within. I think that’s also a manifestation of the same issue that this particular story is dealing with. 

So that ends, I would say, the most archaic stories in the Bible. I think the flood story and the Tower of Babel story outline the two fundamental dangers that beset mankind. One is the probability that blindness and sin will produce a natural catastrophe, or entice one. That’s one that modern people are very aware of, in principle, right? We’re all hyper-concerned about environmental degradation catastrophe. That’s the continual reactivation of an archetypal idea in our unconscious minds—that there’s something about the way we’re living that’s unsustainable and will create a catastrophe. It’s so interesting because people believe that firmly and deeply, but they don’t see the relationship between that and the archetypal stories. It’s the same story: overconsumption, greed, all of that, is producing an unstable state, and nature will rebel and take us down. 

You hear that every day, in every newspaper, in every TV station. It’s broadcast to you constantly. That idea is presented in Genesis, in the story of Noah. So one warning that exists in the stories is to beware of natural catastrophe that’s produced as a consequence of blindness and greed, let’s say. The other is, beware of social structures that overreach, because they’ll also produce fragmentation and disintegration. It’s quite remarkable, I think, that, at the close of the story of the Tower of Babel, we’ve got both of the permanent, existential dangers that present themselves to humanity already identified. 

Save The Princess

Negotiating w. The Darkness

"Already, years before, Gollum had beheld her, Smeagol who pried into all dark holes, and in past days he had bowed and worshipped her,and the darkness of her evil will walked through all the ways of his weariness beside him, cutting him off from light and from regret. 

And he had promised to bring her food. But her lust was not his lust. Little she knew of or cared for towers, or rings, or anything devised by mind or hand, who only desired death for all others, mind and body, and for herself a glut of life, alone, swollen till the mountains could no longer hold her up and the darkness could not contain her." [emphasis added]

—The Two Towers, Shelob’s Lair

Scavenger

scawager, from scawage "toll or duty on goods offered for sale in one's precinct" (c. 1400), from Old North French escauwage "inspection," from a Germanic source (compare Old High German scouwon, Old English sceawian "to look at, inspect;" see show (v.)).

Vormir

Robin, The Boy Hostage

That's Why it's Called "Challenging Behaviour".

RIZE 2 THE CHALLENGE, MOTHERFUCKER.

Teach Me

EXT. CEMETERY/CHURCH - (TIME CUT) - LATER DAY

The funeral is done. People head out from the cemetery.

Ichabod walks with the Van Tassels. Baltus holds Katrina's hand. Young

Masbath runs to catch up with Ichabod.

YOUNG MASBATH

Mister Constable, sir...

Ichabod stops.

ICHABOD

You are Young Masbath...

YOUNG MASBATH

I was Young Masbath, but now the

only one. Masbath at your service,

in honor bound to avenge my father.

ICHABOD

Well, one-and-only Masbath, I thank

you, but your mother will need you

more than I.

YOUNG MASBATH

My mother is in heaven, sir, and has

my father now to care for her. But

you have no one to serve you, and I

am your man, sir.

ICHABOD

And a brave man too, but I cannot be

the one to look after you. I am

sorry for your loss, young Mister

Masbath.

Ichabod moves away, watched disconsolately by Masbath.

Ichabod finds his sleeve furtively plucked by Philipse.

PHILIPSE

Constable...

ICHABOD

Mr. Philipse...?

Philipse looks around anxiously to see if they're observed.

PHILIPSE

Something you should know. Jonathan

Masbath was not the fourth victim

but the fifth!

ICHABOD

The fifth?

PHILIPSE

Aye. Five victims in four graves!

ICHABOD

But who...?

Philipse sees that Steenwyck has noticed the encounter. He breaks off

and scuttles away.

Ichabod turns his gaze toward...

The fresh grave of Jonathan Masbath, and three more graves almost as

recent: The Van Garretts are just receiving their brand new

headstones, and Widow Winship's grave is marked for the present by a

simple wooden cross with her name on it.

Ichabod sees Killian and nods to him.

ICHABOD (CONT'D)

Mr. Killian...I will need the help

you offered.

INT. STABLE - DAY

Ichabod lifts the lid of a large feed bin half full of horse feed.

Young Masbath is curled up inside like a mouse in a nest. Homeless.

ICHABOD

Find a place in the Van Tassel's

servant quarters. Wake me before

dawn. I hope you have a strong

stomach.

Ichabod walks away, disgruntled.

YOUNG MASBATH

Thank you, sir.

Our Good Justice

The Spirit of The Dominance Hierarchy: 

Constable Crane! This is a song we have heard from you more than once. 

Now, there are two courses open to me. 

The first, is to let you cool your heels in the cells until you learn respect for the dignity of my office...

Ichabod Crane: 

I beg pardon. 

But why am I the only one who can see that to solve crimes, we must use our brains, assisted by reason, using up-to-date scientific techniques?

The Spirit of The Dominance Hierarchy: 

Which brings me to the second course. 

There is a town, two days journey to the north in the Hudson Highlands. 

It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it?

Ichabod Crane: 

I have not.

The Spirit of The Dominance Hierarchy: 

An isolated farming community, mainly Dutch. 

Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight. 

Each one found with the head [hand gesture] lopped off.

Ichabod Crane :

Lopped... off?

The Spirit of The Dominance Hierarchy: 

Clean as dandelion heads, apparently. 

You will take these experimentations of yours to Sleepy Hollow, and there you will detect the murderer. 

Bring him here to face our good justice. 

Will you do this?

Ichabod Crane: 

I Shall.

The Spirit of The Dominance Hierarchy: 

Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to The Test.

Get Out

Dracula,

(De Guy) :

I'm so sorry, I assumed you knew -

I am Count Dracula.

Buffy, The Vampire Slayer :

Get Out!

Prof. Charles Xavier :
Get Out!

Kevin, God of Thunder, 

Possessed by Darth Vader,

The Ultimate Father

Spirit of the Dominance Hierarchy,

Summons the Spirit of Uncle Sam, which hurls Stormbreaker right at Jillian Hoitzman, The Wild Woman of The Forest ;

Patti :

Holtzy, Get Out!
 

Darth Vader,

The Ultimate Father

Spirit of the Dominance Hierarchy  :

Impressive...

THE POWER OF PATTI COMPELS YOU

Cry "Havok!" And Set Free The Bitches of War

Cry "Havok!" 

And Let Slip The Dogs of War...

WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?

(c)2000 Artemis Records

What? You Didn't See That Coming....?

HOUSE BLOWING UP BUILDS CHARACTER.

Please Call Me Rey.

Her Power is to be found in 

Water and Darkness.

She Shouldn't Know What an Ocean is...




 " I was the separated wife of 
The Crown Prince of Earth and Heaven, 
The Heir to The Throne, 
The Next and Future King - 

I was a problem, fullstop. 

Never happened before, what do we do with Her?

She won't go quietly, that's The Problem. 

I'll fight to The End, because I believe that I have a role to fulfil.

And I've got two children to bring up. "

Members of The Divine Quaternity :
Isis (AIR) - 
The Queen of Heaven

Osiris (FIRE) - 
Heavenly Father 
Sleeps a Lot During The Day
Lord of The Underworld

Set (EARTH) - 
The Dark Brother, 
Prince of Darkness, 
Lord of All The Earth

Nepthys (WATER) - 
The Dark Sister, 
The Hidden Power, 
She Who Must Not Be Named

The Great Mother -
Intensely Black 
Bare Bosom
Super-Abundance of Darkness

Whoever Abandoned the Infant Princess-Goddess on a Desert Planet Knew Precisely What They Were Doing -

Like Aquaman in a dry room, She is stripped of her divinity and looses acces to all Her Supranatural Godly Powers.

As soon as She leaves The Desert and first comes into contact with large bodies of abundant water, she is first exposed to waves, tidal currents, 

[ which are a lunar-induced global superfluid dynamic system of chaotic energy flow and continuous movement ]

- Precipitation and a Deeper, Darker Species of Night, capable of swallowing The Sun completely, immediately does the auto-initiatory activation of Her Divine Feminine Christ Consciouness, 

awaken, and immediately finds itself to be in expression of it's full and whole potential power-potency, strength and level of ability and skill.

She was born and raised - much as you and I - with a baseline Power Level of around 1.0 -

Departing at last from Jakku dials Her all the way up to 11.99

She needs no period of training,  
or tutelage and apprenticeship, 
and has no need of a Master to teach Her.

Because She is Awake.

Rey/Nepthys/The UltraBlack Dark Princess' 

Centre of Power.

Please Call Me Rey —

REY: 

Hi, Billy.

BILLY: 

Oh, hi, Rachel. 

This is Murray and The Doctor.

REY: 

Please call me Rey. 

Oh, do you guys want a hand?

MURRAY: 

You haven't by chance got a one and five eights socket, have you?

(Murray laughs, but Rey gets one from her bag.)

Time's Champion : 

Do you always carry around a full set of tools with you?

REY: 

Oh, it's what Billy taught me — 

Always to be Prepared.

Time's Champion : 

A Stitch in Time... Fills up Space. 

" THE text which contains this legend is found cut in hieroglyphics upon a stele which is now preserved in Paris. Attention was first called to it by Chabas, who in 1857 gave a translation of it in the Revue Archéologique, p. 65 ff., and pointed out the importance of its contents with his characteristic ability. 

The hieroglyphic text was first published by Ledrain in his work on the monuments of the Bibliothèque Nationale in Paris,  and I gave a transcript of the text, with transliteration and translation, in 1895. 

The greater part of the text consists of a hymn to Osiris, which was probably composed under the XVIIIth Dynasty, when an extraordinary development of the cult of that god took place, and when he was placed by Egyptian theologians at the head of all the gods. Though unseen in the temples, his presence filled all Egypt, and his body formed the very substance of the country. 

He was the God of all gods and the Governor of the Two Companies of the gods, he formed the soul and body of Ra, he was the beneficent Spirit of all spirits, he was himself the celestial food on which the Doubles in the Other World lived. 

He was the greatest of the gods in On (Heliopolis), Memphis, Herakleopolis, Hermopolis, Abydos, and the region of the First Cataract, and so. 

He embodied in his own person the might of Ra-Tem, Apis and Ptah, the Horus-gods, Thoth and Khnemu, and his rule over Busiris and Abydos continued to be supreme, as it had been for many, many hundreds of years. 

He was the source of the Nile, the north wind sprang from him, his seats were the stars of heaven which never set, and the imperishable stars were his ministers. 

All heaven was his dominion, and the doors of the sky opened before him of their own accord when he appeared. 

He inherited the earth from his father Keb, and the sovereignty of heaven from his mother Nut. 

In his person he united endless time in the past and endless time in the future.

 Like Ra he had fought Seba, or Set, the monster of evil, and had defeated him, and his victory assured to him lasting authority over the gods and the dead. 

He exercised his creative power in making land and water, trees and herbs, cattle and other four-footed beasts, birds of all kinds, and fish and creeping things; even the waste spaces of the desert owed allegiance to him as the creator. 

And he rolled out the sky, and set the light above the darkness.

The last paragraph of the text contains an allusion to Isis, the sister and wife of Osiris, and mentions the legend of the birth of Horus, which even under the XVIIIth Dynasty was very ancient, Isis, we are told, was the constant protectress of her brother, she drove away the fiends that wanted to attack him, and kept them out of his shrine and tomb, and she guarded him from all accidents. 

All these things she did by means of spells and incantations, large numbers of which were known to her, and by her power as the "witch-goddess." 

Her "mouth was trained to perfection, and she made no mistake in pronouncing her spells, and her tongue was skilled and halted not." 

At length came the unlucky day when Set succeeded in killing Osiris during the war which the "good god" was waging against him and his fiends. 

Details of the engagement are wanting, but the Pyramid Texts state that the body of Osiris was hurled to the ground by Set at a place called Netat, which seems to have been near Abydos.  

The news of the death of Osiris was brought to Isis, and she at once set out to find his body. 

All legends agree in saying that she took the form of a bird, and that she flew about unceasingly, going hither and thither, and uttering wailing cries of grief. 

At length she found the body, and with a piercing cry she alighted on the ground. 

The Pyramid Texts say that Nephthys was with her that 

"Isis came, Nephthys came, the one on the right side, the other on the left side, one in the form of a Hat bird, the other in the form of a Tchert bird, and they found Osiris thrown on the ground in Netat by
his brother Set." 

The late form of the legend goes on to say that Isis fanned the body with her feathers, and produced air, and that at length she caused the inert members of Osiris to move, and drew from him his essence, wherefrom she produced her child Horus.

This bare statement of the dogma of the conception of Horus does not represent all that is known about it, and it may well be supplemented by a passage from the Pyramid Texts, 1 which reads, 

"Adoration to thee, O Osiris. 

Rise thou up on thy left side, place thyself on thy right side. 

This water which I give unto thee is the water of youth (or rejuvenation). 

Adoration to thee, O Osiris! 

Rise thou up on thy left side, place thyself on thy right side. 

This bread which I have made for thee is warmth. 

Adoration to thee, O Osiris! 

The doors of Heaven are opened to thee, 

the doors of the streams are thrown wide open to thee. 

The gods in the city of Pe come [to thee], Osiris, at the sound (or voice) of the supplication of Isis and Nephthys. . . . . . . 

Thy elder sister took thy body in her arms, she chafed thy hands, she clasped thee to her breast [when] she found thee [lying] on thy side on the plain of Netat." 

And in another place we read :


"Thy two sisters, Isis and Nephthys, came to thee, 

Kam-urt, in thy name of Kam-ur, 

Uatchet-urt, in thy name of Uatch-ur" . . . . . . . "

Isis and Nephthys weave magical protection for thee in the city of Saut, 

for thee their lord, 

in thy name of 'Lord of Saut,' 

for their god, 

in thy name of 'God.' 

They praise thee; go not thou far from them in thy name of 'Tua.' 

They present offerings to thee; be not wroth in thy name of 'Tchentru.' 

Thy sister Isis cometh to thee rejoicing in her love for thee. 

Thou hast union with her, thy seed entereth her. 

She conceiveth in the form of the star Septet (Sothis). 

Horus-Sept issueth from thee in the form of Horus, 

dweller in the star Septet. 

Thou makest a spirit to be in him in his name 

'Spirit dwelling in the god Tchentru.' 

He avengeth thee in his name of 

'Horus, the son who avenged his father.' 

Hail, Osiris, Keb hath brought to thee Horus, 

he hath avenged thee, 

he hath brought to thee the hearts of the gods, 

Horus hath given thee his Eye, 

thou hast taken possession of the Urert Crown thereby at the head of the gods. 

Horus hath presented to thee thy members, he hath collected them completely, there is no disorder in thee. 

Thoth hath seized thy enemy 

and hath slain him 

and those who were with him." 

The above words are addressed to dead kings in the Pyramid

" They see me as a threat of some kind, and I'm here to do good: I'm not a destructive person.

I think every strong woman in history has had to walk down a similar path, and I think it's the strength that causes the confusion and the fear.

Why is she strong? 
Where does she get it from? 
Where is she taking it?

Where is she going to use it? 
Why do the public still support her? 
When I say public, you go and do an engagement and there's a great many people there. "