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…

Friday, May 17, 2013

Anson Hunter - a conflicted archaeologist who warns about Egypt’s forbidden powers, yet seeks them out.

Conspiracies and hidden dangers
“I’ve detected interest about the Seshat Source here in America too,” Anson said.

“Hardly surprising. America wants what the Russians want – all the secret knowledge and technology of the ancient world in one place. The Cold War competition hasn’t entirely melted away, it’s merely been set on slow defrost. But what do you want from this quest, Anson? You seem to believe that your god is against hermetic illumination and forbidden powers, so why have you spent your life trying to unearth the dangerous secrets of ancient Egypt? And why chase after this Source? Are you the equivalent of a fire fighter who also happens to be a firebug?”

The remark was perceptive and it struck home.

“A sore point. Maybe I’ve decided it’s time I gave the world something back, something worthwhile. Knowledge.”

 Maybe it was also an attempt to try to climb out of the darkness of depression, he thought.  His darker view of the world was starting to leak into his all of areas of his life, his writing, his Egyptology blogs, even into his love of ancient Egypt.
“Yet you would know better than anyone that this Source would also contain texts of unthinkable power.” 
“I know the dangers. I’ve resisted unseen forces in the past. But I’m thinking that the good might have to come with the bad. The priceless history, architecture, knowledge, skills and wisdom in such a sanctuary must outweigh the dangers. It’s not my job to be Egyptology’s censor.”


The Anson Hunter series:-
 The Smiting Texts
The Hathor Holocaust 
The Ibis Apocalypse
The Ra-Boat Judgement
Egypt Eyes
The Forbidden Glyphs
The God Dig 



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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Monday, May 13, 2013

The Egyptians probably invented hell and this was it. He gazed into the void… felt his old sense of surrender to the unknown sliding over him.

Gaze into the abyss and the abyss gazes back into you. The Anubis Intervention (Amazon Kindle)


 Thunder erupted and the crash of falling metal and rock.

   The Egyptian probably invented hell, Anson thought, and this was it.

   They had just opened its gates. 

    He gazed into the depths of the black void and felt both dread and his old sense of surrender to the unknown sliding over him.

   He had always found it easy to slip into the shadows of Egypt’s mystery with its frisson of death, magic and unseen forces, but there were dangers, he knew.

  ‘When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,’ the philosopher said.

  The slippery descent into hell?

  Damnation certainly anointed much of its activity with a kind of divine unction, he’d often reflected. In the lubricity of sex (how could sin ever feel so tender?) In the flow of whisky, the softness of a kiss, or even, no doubt, the slip of playing cards in the gambler’s hands, the smoothly spreading glow of a narcotic, the squeeze of the assassin’s trigger or the slide of a knife point into flesh.

   They went inside.

   There was no sense of an invisible threshold barrier resisting them here. Entry through the gateway was smooth, easy. It almost sucked them inside.

(excerpt) 
 

Monday, May 6, 2013

Had ancient Egypt's gods and goddesses risen against Egyptologists?

The Anubis Intervention (Kindle)


THE LIGHTS glared back into life.

    When the gunfire stopped, shattering the evening, the invaders, men and women wearing golden masks of animal-headed gods and goddesses, surrounded the stunned guests in the banqueting room.

    The jackal-dog growled through his mask. “No false moves. Place all mobile telephones in the centre of your tables. The only texts we shall think about tonight are ancient ones. Every single telephone! If we find one hidden on you, you will pay.”

    The dinner guests dug into pockets, purses and handbags. Anson dealt his iPhone into the middle of the table like an unlucky playing card.

    “Now, we begin.” The figure with the canine’s pointy ears and muzzle beckoned across the dining room and other masked figures came through to the stage at the front, a man wearing the tight white robe and green-faced mask and cone-shaped white crown of Osiris, the Lord of the Underworld, followed by a golden Isis and Nephthys, a broad-shouldered man with the ibis head of Thoth and a hawk-headed man like Horus. A crocodile and a ram-headed god went to the sides.
    Another masked girl, wearing the golden feather and headband of Maat, came forward with a chair and gave it to Osiris who sat, as though on a throne, his legs clenched together and his arms folded across his chest in the Osirian fashion, clasping a gilded crook and flail. It was like seeing a living vignette from a papyrus depicting the Weighing of the Heart. 

(Excerpt - 'The Anubis Intervention' (Amazon Kindle)