A few years ago, when I was a Kemetic Orthodoxy Priest, I established a nekhen or shrine to Sekhmet. The name of that shrine was Nekhen Iunen Sekhmet – or to translate, The Shrine of Sekhmet’s Sanctuary. Here in the Wapsipinicon River Valley, in a land that I refer to as the Enchanted Forest, this place has served as a sanctuary for humans, animals, plants and all manner of wildlife. The wild animals seem to know that once they cross into the borders of our 15 acres, which is not much in the scheme of things, they are safe.
After a series of life events that sent my life into a tailspin, the death of my mother, the outsourcing of my job overseas and returning to school and starting a business, things were neglected, I left Sekhmet’s formal service in pursuit of a life that is just now starting to show itself as becoming a reality.
Nekhen Inunen Sekhmet is more than just a place to perform the daily proscribed rites or heka on behalf of others. It has become a way of life, a consciousness of its own. One thing is for certain, I do not and absolutely will not do this in affiliation with any Temple – at all. This is and shall remain absolutely my own. I am doing this out of love and devotion for Sekhmet; She Who owns my head, She for whom Life Belongs – particularly my life. Every medicine I make, ever rug that I weave, every thing that I do in some way ties back to that service. I am not interested in having ‘students’, so it would be futile to even ask. Neither am I the least bit inclined to be out front and telling other people how to be what group to join or sit in judgement of another’s practices. I will let the grand poohbahs and the gurus have at that. I hope they have fun with that. More power to them.
I am frankly much happier being left to my own devices rather than having someone, be it a group or an individual, looking over my shoulder to see whether or not I am doing it right. I am. I have the liturgical texts, I have the materials and the resources that allow me to do it right as in antiquity and I have made the commitment to do so. I do it. I no longer have a single thing to prove to anyone about anything. Further, I am at an age when I no longer give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me – nor do I really give too much of one when confronted with the practices of others. They don’t matter. I am singularly focused on the things that do. Everything else tends to be superfluous and unnecessary fluff.
The measurements have been made. The sand and the amulets have been crafted and have been laid for the foundation. All shall be done as it should be – as the Lioness lies ever-watching and overseeing the Work.