"Nothing straightens out the mind like pilgrimage, whether out in wild nature or in your city park. Take a time out, take some deep breaths, and go out for your gods. Any journey becomes pilgrimage when your heart and mind are walking with your gods, for the Gods. Time for a walk!"

Homage to You Djehuty, Thrice-Great Lord of Eight-Town Who brings the Wedjat Eye! O Lord of the Divine Words, Bull of Truth Whose countenance shines as the Silver Aten, may Your boon of wisdom be granted to those who follow in your entourage. May we become True of Voice!

"I stand by the solitary practitioner, for those who don't have or don't feel the need to have community. Solitary doesn't mean you aren't serving. If you're serving the Gods, your service is the highest vehicle, whether that's alone or in a community. Keep serving your own way."

"Every time I place my practice in a natural context the results are profound. The effort of making the journey is by itself a practice, and changing the context from inside to outside enhances my engagements of the Holy Powers that are omnipresent in nature. Perspective."

"You've been beaten down by people who take divine engagement for granted because they don't know what it's like to go without it. You've found your gods; hold on tight, trust your connections, and serve with everything you have. Where are the nay-sayers now? Exactly."

"Your service isn't less than others because you don't have the fancy things. Those things don't make service. Devotion makes service. Love makes service. Place the images of your gods in your heart and carry Them with you wherever you go. You don't need those fancy things."

"Times get tough. The material world demands so much from us, it's easy to feel pulled away from our sacred relationships. Every time that happens, I make pilgrimage to a holy site, I go out into nature, I take an offering into prayer. Even ten minutes can work miracles. Take ten."

"The success of your practices depends on doing them, even if you're making mistakes. With every effort- yes, even the imperfect ones- comes some knowledge of what your path requires, and from that will eventually rise wisdom. So keep going, no matter how slow the progress is. Do."

The Akem-Shield of Khnum-Ptah-Tatenen and the Egg of Creation was completed on Saturday, March 20, 2021 at 2:25 PM (MST), the day of the Spring Equinox, the day before dnit or first-quarter day- bringing an end to nearly 11 months of painstaking labor and intense ritual work. There are those who might innocently assume that what I do is stand at an easel all day, paint brush in one hand and prayer beads in the other, blissfully painting devotional art until my heart is conten

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These are the words of the artisan Ptahmassu, Beloved of Ptah, the master color artist, Great Director of Craftsmen in the House of Ptah who has spent his life making images of the Gods, who propitiates the Gods through the works of his hands, dynamic in the Soul-Mansion of Ptah, whom Ptah the Lord of Ma'at loves: Rise, O Goddess, bedecked in the trappings of Ra, Shining of face like the Disk at sunrise, Acclaimed by the Vault as its mistress, Heiress of the sky whose embodim

Homage to You, Hwt-Her, Lady of Life, Enveloped in turquoise with the lotus as your diadem! O Golden Lady, how can men approach you? How can the Gods behold your glory, shining as electrum in the Eastern heaven. To look upon You is to be blinded by the fire of your body, casting the shadow of the Sun as that Great Cobra Goddess. The Sun's light does not reveal your completeness, Though your embodiment is the circuit of the Wedjat Eye in its time; it is unknowable, and the God