Sothis

When the Sun is in Leo,and the Nile is in flood,
Sirius,bright bluewhite servant of Isis, spirals upward…
The first day of the first month of the year.
As when Thoth hatched the world at Hermopolis
By the sound of his voice alone.
The voice of astronomy,mathematics and magic.
The vibrations of music,writing and law.

Soth,the source of the gods,
The portal whence they descended to Earth!
Human being,speak the Words of Power,
Reach forth with the mind and connect
With the consciousness of the universe.
Tie knots in time to seed your magical way.
Out in the red desert Set and his brother Horus
Fight each other forever,grappling in fury.

I am the scribe of many years,the scientist exact in knowledge and attainment;
The adventurer,sailing my reed barque among the stars,
Having drunk from miraculous rivers in the kingdom of the dead;
Brother of snakes and scorpions;high priest of Thoth,
Who enters and leaves by the sky’s eastern doors;
Pyramid-builder and Blower on Knots;
I drink the sacred texts,the hieroglyphs,swallow the papyri whole;
I cross the horizon, rolling my life into a ball like a scarab beetle;
I am High Priest of Heliopolis,trained in the secret rooms of the House of Life,
Mantled in a starry lionskin;
It is not I who speaks but the gods,my limbs are theirs;
My actions are synchronized with the stars;
I subdue the horned viper;Re and Osiris appear as one before me;
The censer is in my hand,natron is in my mouth,
I am anointed with the number Eight;
My keys unlock the doors of heaven, I come and go as I wish;
I am the golden falcon,guided by the Eye of Horus;
With this adze I open the mouths and eyes of the dead,
Fumigate them with incense,purify them with water,
Cover them with gold and precious stones;
I fashion amulets and talismans of power,
The Papyrus Sceptre, the Serpent’s Head, the Menat,the Sem,the Shen;
I bind the knots of heaven and earth,and the human body,
Confluences of the cosmic rivers;
I write letters to the dead on the grain bowl;
In a dark room,I fill my white lamp with virgin oil from oases,
And recite prayers of adoration to the rising sun;
I am the secret sun,enthroned in the serpent’s mouth,
At the hub of aeons and universes,
Watching the curve of life;
I pour the world’s evil into a pot and smash it;
I am the man of incense,myrrh and honey,
The man of papyrus and flax;
I am the keeper of the calendar,the keeper of seals;
I chant the all-powerful numbers that move the cosmos.
I am the master of life in whom life renews itself;
My death will ignite a new star in the heavens.
From the heart all things issue;
To the heart all things return.