posted on Aug, 19 2018 @ 05:43 PM
Once I was called ‘The Magnificent’ – now I’m old and sick. It’s the quality and quantity of the coc aine, tobaccos and other drugs
killing me, administered to me by the priests. They want me dead.
It has been a long family venture among us pharaohs, our most secret and hidden discussions in our private chambers, to find a way to disempower the
priests, their abuse of religion and people, workers and nobles alike, their greedy fear mongering, their betrayals and lies, their deceits and
I honour my great grandfather, his mother and his ancestors. Their manoeuvres brought the wealth, prosperity, the political position we enjoy in our
known world and the peace that settled over Egypt.
I honour my son who sees the pharaohs’ vision and who works endlessly on how to bring an end to the priesthood and to reform the belief system of
our people. It is in their interest that I support my son, my second son, in his endeavours and helped to finance the building of a new city, a new
capital for a new beginning, for the reign of a single god which my son will initiate right after my death. My immediate death will be the rise of
I honour the Aten, the life giving and supporting force, and every aspect of it teaching us truth and love. And that’s where my worries start. My
second son and successor won’t be open about his love and adoration for his young brother. Or is it his young uncle? Our family ties are that
closely knit, it is hard to keep records. Newborns are presented as mine to grant them power. To many of them. Unlike my second son I do love the
young foreign ladies and often calm them, their families and their countries of origin.
He has a heart of the lion, my son, but he won’t listen to my words of advice to be honest. For now they unknowingly love the man he presents as his
wife and queen. His beautiful wife. His wife with a beauty balanced by male and female aspects, a beauty every sculptor uses as a prototype. He
won’t listen to arguments and warnings. What could happen if he should fail, if he should be murdered? His wife won’t be accepted as a female
pharaoh, my father’s notorious actions still overshadow the temples today. And what if the queen would stand up and claim his rights as the next
prince in line? The priests are strong and powerful. They too are preparing. Preparing to destabilise reforms.
But he won’t listen to me. It is not my life, not my reign and I truly love him and wish him success.
I did what I could to help him get ready for succession to the throne. To keep this glorious lands along the Nile forever prosperous. To guide the
people to independence and knowledge. To free them from mean oppression.
Now I’m dying and I’m no longer a servant to the priests. It is not they who grant the pharaoh true power. Their clever rituals and calculated
stories of the afterlife do not affect me.
I don’t care if they sabotage my funeral, my journey into the afterlife, plant my heart scarab with words of condemnation. I don’t fear their
beast called Ammut, I’m not scared of being devoured, having my spirits swallowed nor my bones broken. Tomb robbers have taken me down into graves
and have shown me what really takes place down there. They have helped me to open my eyes as to who are the most paying customers of the stolen,
golden amulets that are supposed to protect the deceased.
My heart will weigh exactly as much as Maat’s white feather, Osiris will thank me for my deeds and Anubis will shake my hand. I have suffered my due
share for having been tested by the gods. Tested in the most brutal form a father can be tested and yet I have found peace. I am at peace despite the
fact that I have killed my first borne son.
Youth never seems to listen. It was our family council’s decision to send him to be high priest of Ptah before his succession to the throne. We all,
including himself, hoped he would be strong living Ptah as his creator, as his sole god, with the aim to establish monotheism. But it was not too long
after that he betrayed us. Us and the liberation of Egypt’s people from the corruption of the priests and temples who allured him with their evil
ways. And it is not too long ago that I had him killed for the sake of truth, for the sake of the pharaoh, just ruler of the two lands of Egypt. Now
they want me dead.
Strange are the elements of this world. Strange the energies. Strange is God’s will and I have no regrets.