Thursday, 25 December 2014


Many years ago I had a vision of a remote city that turned out to be Perth. This is one of the most isolated cities in the world and sits on the western edge of Australia. Australia is the country of my birth and like most of this country’s population I live on the east coast.

Going west has significance for me. There is the vision from earlier in my life aforementioned that suggested something significant awaited me there, yes, but there is also the symbolism of the sun setting in the west, the Ancient Kemetic meaning of the west as a place of regeneration (you may also read “death” - I read transmutation) and perhaps the end of a phase . . .  

I am travelling as a party of 5. A young family with two small children, a lady that I regard as highly intelligent and altruistic (a cut above the average person I find) and her partner who has been my band partner in the past and is a very talented musician. (Also their dog accompanies us).

I fly directly over the city of my birth which is in South Australia. Normally this is where I head for this time of year but not this time.

I sit on aeroplane seats that have a hexagonal pattern (I am trying to decipher the significance of six sided objects and wonder if they form a fabric to our unseen reality that is also the key to entering that reality; this is one reason why my painting Winged Set has hexagonals in the background).

On the back of the taxi van that takes us to the airport is a wild bull logo and stern bull’s head on the black leather – in the early hours of this morning I completed my final painting for 2014, Mer Wer.

What will I discover west? I am not sure, but it feels like entering an initiation. Certainly the last part of this year has been trying, and in fact the year as a whole was not easy for many reasons.

I have just read a wonderful article in New Dawn Magazine (coincidentally issuing a special release on magical Egypt for my holiday reading!!!) about symbolist Egypt – an area I have great interest in. I am very interested in the works of RA Schwaller de Lubicz but find his work so dense to read that I have come and gone to it many times over the years. This article was so succinct and illuminating it inspired me to write of all the symbols I find on my journey to the west.

My sketch pad and pencils are in the suitcase – I can feel new paintings waiting to emerge. I plan to spend time on the beach and enjoy a real summer (Melbourne summers are great when you get them but are very hit and miss) and my reading matter includes “Temple Of Set Vol. 1”, “Shamanic wisdom of the pyramid texts” and Molly Meldrum’s autobiography, which was given me as a gift. (As most of my readers are not Australian, I explain that Molly Meldrum is an iconic Australian music industry mogul who has a very strong predilection for Ancient Egyptian antiquities!)

All of this as we enjoy our first days of the new solstice (days will start getting shorter here now). Ra moves away to illuminate less here and more elsewhere.

The view of the Indian Ocean from atop the residence I am enjoying over the 2014 Festive Season break
The host of my holiday residence has this on his boat; the symbols just keep coming readers!

Close up of the rather wonderful Eye Of  Heru on the prow of my hosts boat

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Mer Wer

Hail the Ka of Atum!

My last painting for 2014 is of the divine bull deity Mer Wer, known in classical times as Mnevis. The painting is titled "Mer Wer" and is acrylic on canvas, 24" x 24".

Mer Wer (also Mn Wer, Khem Wer, Mer Ti) was  a Netjer in His own right, but like the other bull deities, He is considered an avatar (perhaps a projection, manifestation) of Atum (and more specifically Atum Ra)

There were three principal bull cults in Ancient Kemet, perhaps the most famous being that of Hap (Apis). This is most likely because of the spectacular burial vault we call the serapeum. The other bull cult was that of Ba Akh (Buchis).  Hap was an avatar of Ptah and later Ausar, and Ba Akh was the avatar of Montu.

I found this passage from the TourEgypt  website interesting:
When Akhenaten (originally Amenhotep IV) raised the cult of the sun to new heights, he . . . .  swore he would bury Mnevis bulls in this new city, but thus far archaeologists have not found any bull burials there. However, two Mnevis burials were found in Heliopolis, both belonging to the Ramesses dynasty. The bulls were found in individual tombs that were cut into the ground and sealed with a granite slab.
Getting the skin coloring for Mer Wer in this painting was probably my most successful feat of the whole piece - it looks black from a distance but is a blue black viewed close. Also, the medallions that form part of the background and read "beautiful Bull god / beautiful Ka, the life of Ra" turned out particularly well. As the photos presented here are from my phone they can not do the piece justice (as is always the case I find when trying to convey my work electronically).

The glyphs down the side read: Mer Wer, Hail the Ka of Atum.

The processes that brought about this painting are interesting, and will be the subject of a future writing project.

The painting has inspired an intended further 3 bull Netjer paintings. I have mentioned Hap and Ba Akh. Can anyone guess the third?

Tuesday, 2 December 2014


Joan Lansberry has written another poem that is both wonderful and timely.

I feature it here on my blog with her permission:

My hands are small,
small and weak.
My shoulders may be bent.
Is my voice hesitant?
Am I short of breath?
Certainly, I get confused.
What firm ground is there?
Did I remember to breathe deeply?
Am I remembering to breathe deeply?
Do I remember the Source of my strength?
I remember.
Hot voice on a cool night,
telling me, "Remember."
"Remember, you aren't alone,
You won't bear this alone.
Remember the Source of your Becoming.
Remember, it isn't just of frail earth that you're made.
It isn't just of achy, weak and tired flesh.
Your soul, your Ba, is formed of light-Essence,
Your Ba is Pure and knows her Maker.
Your Ba knows the God-Force that called her into Being,
knows His many names.
and can sing to you the pulsing song of His own Becoming.
Let that rhythm soothe you on a despairing night.
So many oceans, so many waves...
Remember the Source of your Becoming,
and you will remember the Source of your Strength.”

 Joan Ann Lansberry, 11-30-14

Joan says of the poem:

"The "hot voice in the cool night" is Set. There are three speakers in this poem. First, mundane "Joan Lansberry", Set with "Remember!" and then my Higher Self / Ba".

I first connected with Joan after coming across another of her poems and featured it on my site here back in 2011.

Joan's website is here.

Australian artist Robbie Porritt "Love Machine #2"