January 26, 2013


Posted in Being Kemetic at 9:22 pm by

A classic conversation between Bast and me:

I was doing the Rite later than usual, and since I was offering my dinner, I hadn’t eaten yet. I was so hungry that I actually started to feel nauseated.

Eat a cookie.

“Oh no, it’s part of Your offerings, and we’re still in the middle of the Rite; I’ll wait until afterward, when they revert.”

Eat a cookie.

“But I — ”

Eat a cookie.

I ate a cookie. And felt much better.

From the sublime to the ridiculous practical…. Thanks for Your patience, Mama.

1 Comment »

  1. Nebit said,

    February 5, 2013 at 12:45 am

    LOL!!! I love Mama! She’s done similar with me and gods can She be blunt with me!

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