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Coming of Age > Chapter Eleven

Djehouty’s Eight-Notched Scepter

CHAPTER ELEVEN; PART THREE


Djehouty himself occupied the eighth notch, overseeing the activities of the other seven.

Huy’s eight-notched scepter dug into Horemheb’s body at each point as the eight notches were explained to him. Along his spine, the lowest notch corresponded to the lowest bone, the fourth was at a vertebra directly behind the heart, and the eighth was on top of his head. The others were spaced in-between.

"It usually takes fourteen years," Huy continued, "for the lower three notches to develop fully, seven years for the heart to open and let Intelligence bloom, and another fourteen years for the upper three notches to come into their own."

The quiet afternoon rest followed this long lecture. Horemheb, who had heard snippets about what the notches meant throughout his seven years training at the Temple, came to understand how the female principles of Seshat and Ma’at, the one from the very bottom of the scepter and the other from near the top, balanced each other and produced Djehouty in his wisdom.

In the evening, Huy posed the question,

“Since Djehouty came into existence the moment any two Gods came into existence, were the first two Gods Seshat and Ma’at?” He did not expect an answer, but immediately Horemheb intuited that, in order for any God to come into being, he or she would have to be subject to Ma’at and Seshat. "No wonder," he thought, "that so many Gods proclaim themselves to be "The Lord of Ma'at!"

At the end of the ceremony Huy looked at him and in a matter-of-fact way told Horemheb,

“There are at least two sides to every story, there are two ways of thinking about every issue, two ways of figuring out every problem. If you bother to look at the two, you will magically see a third, and this third way, once your know the first two, can evolve into anything you like. It can evolve into a fourth way, and a tenth, sixty-fourth and a thousandth. And once you have walked circles around your problem or your story, and looked at it from every angle, it is no longer a problem. If you want to be great, look for the first two points of view diligently. When you find them, Djehouty within you will give you the third, the twelfth, the thousandth. I assure you that you will find them.”

Horemheb, who was not supposed to speak, asked spontaneously,

“What if he will not give them?”

Huy looked at him and said,

“Then ask your friends, and ask your enemies, and ask the king and ask the washerwomen, but never, never ask a priest.”

“Why not ask a Priest?” Horemheb blurted out.

“Because a priest will lie to you.” Huy answered.

“But you are a priest! Are you lying to me?“ Horemheb asked.

“Yes.”

“Then Ma’at abandoned you,” Horemheb declared matter-of-factly.

“Ma’at never abandons Djehouty.” Huy replied firmly, inviting no more comments.

Horemheb didn’t know whether to laugh or be disappointed; to laugh out of the certainty that connecting himself to Djehouty within him would activate Ma’at and Seshat; or cry because of the betrayal, that the man he loved so much, this Sage, would betray him so. He didn’t understand why Huy said those words so brazenly.

Horemheb fasted during the three days of his initiation. The first night he spent in the chamber of Seshat, the second in the chamber of Ma’at where he sat in a corner of the dark chapel, and the third night in the antechamber of Djehouty. Each night he thought over his experiences. There was much he understood, and much he didn’t, but there was nothing he did not remember. The fourth day dawned and his friends woke him up. Horemheb opened his eyes and blinked. He had eight eyes. He rubbed his own eyes, opened his eyelids again, and still he saw eight distinct images. “Have I become Djehouty?” he wondered.

Amenhotep, Son of Hapu came in, took Horemheb’s hand and led him directly into the Holy of Holies where the God’s shrine stood. The High Priest chanted the name of Djehouty, released the bolts that held fast the doors of the shrine and slowly pulled them open. Horemheb took a sharp breath. His heart skipped a beat and he spoke in terror,

“The God’s shrine is empty!”

Huy looked around quickly. Horemheb followed his gaze. Then the High Priest looked at Horemheb and said,

“Whenever the God is not in his shrine, he is somewhere else in his Holy of Holies.”

Horemheb looked around and looked at his Patron and asked,

“Are you Djehouty?”

“In all the wisdom and all the knowledge and all the consciousness that Djehouty ever bestowed upon me, I now bestow upon you. When I was inducted into the priesthood,” Huy continued, “the then serving High Priest opened my heart and Djehouty entered it. Then he gave me his key that I might open my heart to both Seshat and Ma’at so they could communicate with each other through my heart. And my heart became the secret sanctuary of Djehouty. And that secret remained within me. And now I call upon Djehouty to open with his key the secret sanctuary that is within your heart, that all you ever learned about Ma’at and Seshat may now enter therein. May these two Goddesses speak to each other and may their every word reach Djehouty within you!”

Horemheb, like everyone else in Egypt, has heard the stories of the key to the sanctuary of Djehouty. Now that he had received that key, he understood it and was speechless. He wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to tell somebody how happy he felt, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t even think. The light of understanding filled his heart and slowly penetrated both upwards to Ma’at and downwards to Seshat. He was so happy knowing what he had just found out that he practically lost his footing and the High Priest had to hold Horemheb by the arm and let him savor the triumph of the spirit in the partnership with the body. Eventually the High Priest let Horemheb sink to the floor where he sat in the position of a scribe and took his place next to Horemheb in front of the sanctuary of Djehouty.

After a long while Horemheb asked his Patron,

“The Holy of Holies is the heart of the temple, isn’t it?”

“And the Temple,” Huy said, “is nothing more than the symbol of your body and soul.”

“But why is the Holy of Holies in the middle?” Horemheb was totally immersed in the being of Seshat and Ma’at. “Is the temple also like the scepter of Djehouty with eight notches where the other Gods and powers line up exactly as on your scepter?”

“You have seen the Horizon of Khufu,” Huy said. “It is a symbol of Djehouty’s scepter. The center, reaching up to heaven, is his heart. From there, you can only go down; no matter which way you go. It is the culmination of everything you know, of what you are, what the God is, what anyone is. But even there you must look for the second view. The first view you see is the horizontal. In the horizontal view, you see the heart elevated beyond all other functions. All temples and all people must be seen from both views before you can understand nature and human nature. The second view is vertical. In the vertical view Djehouty is on top, the heart is in the middle and Seshat is at the bottom. Those who don’t know the difference believe our teaching to be confusing and contradictory. They see either one point of view or the other. They either swear by Ma’at or by Seshat, and cannot see how these two have always worked hand in hand with each other to create wisdom and knowledge, understanding and inspired perception. There would be no Djehouty without Seshat and Ma’at.

“When people enter the Horizon of Khufu they are at the very bottom, the seat of Seshat, ruler of measure and proportion. As they ascend, they pass Min and Montu and reach the chamber of the heart. If they leave this chamber without the dream in which they receive the key to the secret chamber of the sanctuary of Djehouty, they will learn no more, because it is in this chamber of the heart that they have the secret path to Ma’at and Seshat, the path not for the feet, but for the soul. If they proceed higher and reach the granite chamber of Ma’at, at least two things can happen. First, if they have the key, they will lie in the sarcophagus and become dead to the body. Their soul will then travel through stone and iron, air and lack of it, unbearable heat and stone-hard ice to reach the stars and receive their special teachings. But if they don’t have the key, then they will walk around the chamber of Ma’at with curiosity, ask questions but will receive no answers. They will leave stupefied and dazed and awed and amazed, but empty.

"When you reach the age of 21, Horemheb, you will go through the Horizon of Khufu. When you do, remember my words.

“Everything has a heart, and as soon as your heart connects with the heart of something or someone else, you become complete and that other being or thing is complete. You are complete and a perfect creation right now. But when you are 21, you will not be complete without experiencing the secret chambers of the Horizon of Khufu.”

Horemheb sat there, smiling insanely, occasionally looking at the paintings on the wall, looking at the Sage who had just given him the key to the sanctuary of Djehouty. An indescribable sense of greatness filled his being and he felt grateful to the role model in front of him, who helped make this feeling possible.

He thought of various other temples he has seen and asked,

“The other temples all have a Holy of Holies, but are not dedicated to Djehouty. Do the people who worship at those temples not have the key?”

“Oh, but they do have the key,” Huy answered. “They also have the key to their heart, and are able to activate their heart like you have just done. But they open their heart with the key of Amun or the key of Ra, or the key of Hathor, or the key of Sekhmet. Their heart will discern the relationship of their God and their God’s consort above and below the heart. They have different work to do than you do.”

“Is it not important for me to know the relationship of Ast and Aseer within me?” Horemheb asked.

“Djehouty,” Huy said, “is intimately involved in the lives of Aseer and Ast, Heroo and Hathor.”

“And Ra?” asked young Horemheb.

“Life couldn’t go on without him,” Huy answered.

It was noon before Horemheb came down from his high emotional level and was able to recoup his physical energy. Huy said,

“Your parents are waiting for you and the feast is about to begin. I advise you to eat little and drink much, but only of the juice of the fruit.” Amenhotep, Son of Hapu led Horemheb out of the Holy of Holies, through the various corridors and through the various gateways. At the last gateway before the open court, his parents were waiting for Horemheb in the shadows of the great columns. They embraced him. They saw through the ethereal quality of his face that Horemheb had received the key to the sanctuary of Djehouty. They led him to the feast. Horemheb ate cautiously and drank liberally, and, for the first time of his life, heeded the advice of his teacher.

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