Friday, May 24, 2013

Ancient Egypt's sensual elegance

British Museum

“There’s no civilization so seductive,” Kalila said.
“Seductive is the word. I find the graphics of ancient Egypt pretty ravishing, I must admit,” he said.
She smiled.
“You find them erotic?”
“Hell yes. I can easily imagine myself being grasped possessively by one of those dark-eyed goddesses in the frescoes and reliefs. The art of ancient Egypt ensnares you with its atmosphere of pervasive mystery.”
“Yet there is rarely any lewdness portrayed in Egyptian art,” she commented. “Except for a few scurrilous doodles on ostraca. The Egyptians achieved a sense of sexual tension in far more subtle ways, in the ladies with their diaphanous gowns, painted eyes and gala wigs that sent an erotic signal. Then there were the other coded symbols, the scented delta of a lotus blossom held under a nose, the ducks and geese, or a monkey playing under a chair, the possessive arm slung around the waist of a husband, the intent, very-interested eyes of a goddess taking the pharaoh by the hand. It’s all there, but in the oblique Nilotic way. There is a love poem where the girl bathes in the stream with her beloved and says: ‘I'll go into the water at your bidding and come up with a red fish who will quiver with happiness in my fingers.’”
“I don’t get it,” he said, putting an expression of puzzlement on his face. “I hope you’re going to explain it to me.”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort.”

Excerpt, The Smiting Texts

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Symbol of ancient Egypt's god Thoth and an ancient danger arising today

Did the 'Stone Book' or Stela of Thoth keep emerging in history at times of cataclysm?

Fiction's Egyptologist Anson Hunter investigates an ancient danger and a modern global conspiracy, but who exactly can he trust?
Zara, the Mossad agent who partners him in Egypt?
US Intelligence?
The British?
The Egyptians?
Mysterious groups with an apocalyptic vision who take their inspiration from the mystery religions of ancient Egypt? (The Ibis Apocalypse)

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Sunday, May 19, 2013

What was so dangerous about Egypt's Stone Book of Thoth?

The dangerous Stela of Thoth
Divinisation also meant to become all knowing.

All the wisdom of the world and the world below seemed to swirl around him.

Anson Hunter's eyes fell on the Stela.
Moses came down from Mt Sinai carrying two stone tablets – stelae – inscribed with the Ten Commandments, scored laser-like in the stone by the finger of God and which by Jewish accounts opened with a mention of Egypt

- "I am the Lord your God who brought you out of the land of Egypt, from the house of slavery. You shall have no other gods before Me…”

Had Thoth, the Egyptian god of the Word, scored these words in the basalt as the Egyptians believed?

Ancient history's most powerful tome bulked in front of him. But was this oval-topped slab a tombstone for humanity?

Carved in sunken relief in the lunette of the Stela, above the marching rows of text, were facing images of the god Thoth in the form of an ibis and a cynocephalus baboon. Like the Merneptah Stela, also known as the Israel Stela, first translated by a German philologist, it stood around ten foot in height and spread five feet wide.

It would take a large gang of men to carry it out on ropes and that was exactly what his captors had brought with them.

When you read this book, you will behold and possess the powers of the earth, the sky, the waters, the infernal regions of the abyss - the underworld, that is - the mountains, beasts, birds, creatures, reptiles, the fishes of the darkest sea, as well as the magical powers of the gods themselves...

Was its power now his to grasp at that moment? Did he want it? It was time to choose. He thought of the evil this stone had brought. The shiny black basalt seemed to leap into flames. He saw images in the twisted flames, the faces of Rameses and Khaemwaset in a swirling plague of locusts, thick as smoke, Hitler ranting, men, women and children writhing in a furnace…

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Let your adventure reading take flight - The Egypt adventure thriller series

The magical ibis, Thoth

The magical ibis symbolises Egypt and this bird's wings in flight echo a pyramid. A perfect image for a flight-of-imagination fiction series.


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Thursday, May 9, 2013

“Careful, there’s an explosive PowerPoint presentation in there,” the Egypotologist said as US Homeland took his laptop case...


Egypt conspiracy and a clash across thousands of years

  “Careful, there’s an explosive PowerPoint presentation in there,” the Egypotologist said as US Homeland took his laptop case...

Chapter 1
THEY INTERCEPTED him as he came out of Baltimore-Washington Airport, two men wearing suits and an air of officialdom like a brisk cologne.

“Mr Anson Hunter, the British Egyptologist?”

Egyptologist? That sounded good. Very establishment. Anson stood a bit taller, which placed his beanstalk elevation a few inches above theirs. The man could have said independent, renegade Egyptologist and phenomenologist, lecturer at out-of-town halls and auditoriums, writer, blogger and alternative theorist as well as leader of occasional, fringe tour groups to Egypt. But instead the man had said ‘Egyptologist’.

“Who wants to know?”

“You are invited to Johns Hopkins University. They want to hear you speak.”

Anson goggled just a little. Johns Hopkins and Anson Hunter? His moment of elation quickly faded. They didn’t belong in the same sentence.

“A nice thought, gentlemen, but venerable institutions like Johns Hopkins don’t want people like me to speak. They would prefer us not to breathe.”

Anson had arrived to give a lecture on ancient Egyptian ritual smiting power and execration texts at a hired Masonic hall that evening.

He tried to move past, but the men blocked his way, smiling with steely politeness.

“Please come with us, Sir.”

“There must be some mistake.”

The spokesman frowned and reached inside his coat. Hell, Anson thought, what is this? Has mainstream Egyptology finally sent a hit squad? The hand came out of the coat. Anson resumed the business of breathing. The man flipped open a wallet, by way of introduction. Anson glimpsed a crest – an eagle inside a circle and the words:


U.S. Department of Homeland Security.

Also a name, Browning. He was a broad-faced man with steady eyes.

Why me?

Anson’s ex-wife May had always said that he had the burning eyes of fanatic. Had they picked him out as a likely threat to the US homeland? This Johns Hopkins stuff was just a cover for an arrest.

He suddenly felt very alien.

“I’ve been a mild threat to conventional Egyptology for years,” he said, “but I hardly rate as a security risk.”

“We need your help, Mr Hunter.”

The other man relieved him of his suitcase and also took his briefcase containing his laptop.

“Careful, there’s an explosive PowerPoint presentation in there,” Anson said.

Browning flicked a glance towards Anson’s briefcase, but a sense of humour overtook his instinct to protect the homeland. He allowed himself a flinty smile.

“Ah, yes. Almost had me going there.”






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