A possible inspiration? |
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
How the boy King Tutankhamun might have looked as a grown man
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Was ancient Egypt's afterlife a different reality, created by a civilization’s collective unconscious and sustained by its religion?
"Do I believe in survival after death?" the independent Egyptologist asked himself...
Anson
threw a glance to the columns bearing reliefs of the Vizier Mereruka.
The
striding figure in profile seemed beyond time and decay. The Hittite, Greek,
Persian, Roman and British empires had all come and gone while the Vizier had
continued to move steadfastly through eternity.
It was a
reminder that the Egyptians really believed, he thought. People were wrong to
imagine that cynical priests pretended to believe and merely went through the
motions when they presented offerings and prayers and burnt incense in front of
this door. They believed unshakably in an afterlife. They lived in an age
where humankind and gods, the living and the dead, and the forces of good and
evil, existed side by side in two parts that held the universe together. In
today’s age that denied god and laughed at the devil, people could not see both
sides. But they needed to believe in the light and the shadow and to hold both
in their minds, not least the shadow. The shadow gave things shape and form.
Without it there was just blinding, unrelieved glare like the sunlit desert
outside.
Was
Mereruka’s afterworld a physical place? Or just a different reality, a sort of
virtual world created by a civilization’s collective unconscious and sustained
by its religion? Mereruka did not question its existence.
‘Do I
believe in survival after death?’ Anson asked himself. ‘Perhaps not, when I
think about it. But what about when I don’t think about it, but merely feel it,
at a deeper level?’
Everyone
knew that the Egyptians were preoccupied with the afterlife, but they took it
even more seriously than many imagined. Humans, they said, were the only
creatures that must live life with the knowledge that one day they’re going to
die and our culture was the world of distraction we create around ourselves to
shield us from this knowledge. But the Egyptians’ culture did not serve as a
mere distraction to the pitiless cruelty of death. Instead their culture came
to grips with death in an attempt to overcome its tyranny. This doorway and
statue, the glowing underworlds of the tombs, the Books of Coming Forth By Day,
or the Book of the Dead as they called these religious texts - were the results
of government-funded research into the ‘first mystery’- death and the
afterlife. The early pyramids were like nationally financed space-shots
designed to launch the god-king pharaoh into the hereafter. The Egyptians even
had maps showing the routes to the underworld painted on the bases of coffins.
The unconscious psyche believes in life after death Carl
Jung asserted.
Anson
recalled that the doctor and founder of analytical psychology had written of a
near-death experience after a heart attack and had reported a spiritual
existence outside of his body.
The images
of the afterlife carved on the tomb walls around him urged Anson to believe.
But the
veil of mystery remained.
Perhaps we
were not meant to know the truth so that we could endure this life.
What does an Egypt thriller author name his dog?
Meet Anubis, our Bichoodle. Notice the pointy black muzzle and pricked ears... That's Red Dog of movie fame behind |
Anubis or "Newbie" is a dead ringer for the Egyptian jackal-dog of the necropolis, here with wife Brenda
Anubis digging, as a frustrated archaeologist's dog should |
Anubis is one of a long line of Egyptian-named dogs.
In fact, we've had a whole dynasty of dogs... named Pharaoh, Rameses and Seti... if not in the correct regnal order.
Anubis and I adventurously exploring |
Pharaohs Thutmosis l, Thutmosis ll... and osmosis... reading Kara Cooney
Hatshepsut's temple |
Finally started reading Kara Cooney's 'The Woman Who Would be King'.
Reading about Pharaohs Thutmosis l and Thutmosis ll and how the young princess Hatshepsut would have been absorbing the royal court life by osmosis, when I fell to wondering... who was Osmosis? Clearly I must have missed that pharaoh in my research...
Just my mischievous mind at work... but enjoying Kara's book.
Monday, April 27, 2015
The Power of Words in my Egypt thrillers.
It's rare that Thoth, in his ibis or dog-faced baboon form doesn't get a mention in my adventure and archaeology thrillers |
"Okay," she said.
"But to believe in the Stela of Thoth, you’ve got to believe in Thoth. An
Egyptian god with a bird’s head."
“We
don’t know who, or what, Thoth may have been,” Anson Hunter said. “But even putting aside
the question of whether or not a race called the Neteru, or the gods, actually
existed at some distant age, consider it a case of inspired agency. Like the
Bible. Egyptian religion and mythology tells us that Thoth was the first
example of the divine mind, the logos, or the ‘word’ of creation as Christians
call it. He was known as the master of wisdom, writing and time, symbolised by
both the sacred ibis and the dog-faced baboon.”
“A
bird and a baboon as the god of wisdom?”
“Not so unexpected. Have you ever looked
at an ibis? The curve of its beak echoes a crescent moon, or perhaps the rim of
an eclipse. Watch the measured way an ibis strides, picking out small fish,
snakes, frogs and insects like a master scribe judiciously selecting his words.
Thoth was also the god of time and measurement. Picture the way the ibis
strides the fields of Egypt, pace by measuring pace, like a scribal surveyor of
ancient times re-measuring the land and setting boundaries after mud from the
inundation covered the river banks.”
“And a baboon?”
“Before man could utter words, baboons
were facing the rising sun and chattering. Look into those deep-set eyes and
it’s possible to believe that you’re looking into the depths of mysterious
wisdom and it was mainly in the form of a baboon that scribes revered Thoth as
the ‘Lord of Script.’”
(The Ibis Apocalypse)
(The Ibis Apocalypse)
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Saturday, April 25, 2015
The phenomenon of a sunrise at Egypt's Abu Simbel temple... (The Hathor Holocaust)
The Great Temple of Abu Simbel in Egyptian Nubia. |
Sunrise splintered light over the rim of the
earth and into the temple doorway.
Anson, Neith and her party of New Agers
stood among a throng of visitors who waited in the pre-dawn chill of the Great
Temple of Abu Simbel in Egyptian Nubia.
“Here it comes!” someone in the crowd
whispered.
Light beams ran a gauntlet of sixty metres
between a double line of eight Osiride pillars in the image of Rameses the
Great bearing flails and crooks in their crossed arms, to penetrate the holy of
holies, where a group of divinities sat enthroned in darkness.
There were gasps and sighs from the
international assembly of visitors.
Gasp away, Anson thought. Not in awe at the
mighty works of Rameses, nor in wonder at the achievement of temple axiality
and the symmetry of sun and stone that for thousands of years had produced this
phenomenon on just two days of the year. But rather, in dread at what the
moment symbolised.
The excitement of temple-invading birds rose
to fill the sacred spaces of Abu Simbel’s roof, echoing, high-pitched squeals
and screeches. He imagined the sound came from the statues at the back of the
sanctuary, waking from their sleep and moving stiffened joints - stone
shrieking on stone.
Ptah. Amun. Rameses. Ra-Horakhty.
Over the minutes, as all watched, sunlight
transmuted stone into gold - the flesh of the gods - bathing three of the
images in turn, while the fourth, Ptah, a deity of darkness, remained in
shadow.
Pharaoh Rameses, flanked by Amun and
Ra-Horakhty, transformed in front of their eyes from stone into fire and glory.
The brightness made Anson blink.
The solar drama, taking place in front of
this audience, was meant to celebrate a glory beyond the earthly variety,
greater even than the scenes of triumph carved on the walls of the temple that
showed Rameses smiting a multitude of foes.
This was a physical enactment of divine
illumination, the moment of man seizing godhood, and this event of sublime
transfiguration lay at the heart of the peril that the world now faced.
The warning came back to prod him.
History will soon be made. A new dawn for
humankind approaches. The beginning of the end for today’s world order is at
hand as a force of hidden power will emerge and precipitate the fall. Hear this
prophetic warning to all the nations. On this day, the roots of the old
ideology will wither and die and a new order of the ages will commence. Rise to
a new illumination.
Crank prophecy? Or a real threat to today’s
world?
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
After thousand of years... did she walk the earth again? "The Egyptian Mythology Murders"
Available on Amazon Kindle |
A female mummy is
taken to a hospital for a non-invasive imaging scan… so begins a mystery and a
string of deaths.
An ancient cycle unfolds
in modern day London - and a search for love across aeons.
Can a young trainee museum curator and a
police antiquities unit detective stop the killings in time before a terrible
culmination of events?
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click here: "The Egyptian Mythology Murders" - on Amazon Kindle
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
They were on the eastern side of the step pyramid sprinting alongside the heb sed court... 'The God Dig'
The step pyramid, designed by Imhotep |
Chapter 1
Egyptian
tour guides will tell you that it’s good luck to walk in a complete circle
around the Step Pyramid of Saqqara.
It’s
even luckier if you’re able to run, Anson Hunter thought after two bullets in
quick succession spat dust from the ground at his feet.
The
independent Egyptologist felt his skin tingling in shock like the effects of a
close lightning strike.
“What was that?” the girl said.
“Gunshots.”
He
swept the courtyard and sandy perimeter of the monument. The pagan mass in
stone was already twisting in the early morning heat.
The
place was empty of visitors today, except for the girl. It looked like an
abandoned building site with scaffolding clinging in places to the pyramid’s
sides, evidence of uncompleted restoration work on the crumbling outer blocks,
but somebody unseen was out there and had fired at them.
A
guard? Why? It made no sense. Besides there were no guards in evidence today.
Some
extremist taking pot shots at visitors?
The
shots had been a little too carefully placed perhaps.
The
question in his mind: was it meant to send them running? Or was it an
instruction to stop?
He
grabbed the girl’s hand and broke into a zigzag run, tugging her after him.
They
were on the eastern side of the pyramid sprinting alongside the heb sed court.
A
dark irony, he thought.
The
heb sed court was a ceremonial
running course that by tradition the reigning pharaoh had to complete at a
Jubilee held every thirty years in order to prove his agility and his continued
fitness for office. In an earlier epoch, failure to complete the run
successfully saw the old king murdered.
Now
they were running a circuit of survival too, not around a course with pre-set
stone markers, but around the world’s first stone pyramid, a protest against
death and a monumental stake in the sand for the belief in an eternal
afterlife.
He
flicked a glance at the girl he’d only met minutes earlier.
Her
dark hair was flying and the anger in her face said: ‘it’s happening again…’
Persephone.
Named after the daughter of Zeus and the Greek queen of the underworld by her
Greek-Egyptian father.
“Per-seph-o-ne.”
He’d toyed with the syllables of her name on hearing it.
She
came as a complete surprise. He had no idea that the Alexandrian scholar had a
daughter and assistant researcher.
But
then Anson had only shared theory with Philip Kalliris, not Facebook status.
“My
father was a great admirer of your work, Anson,” she had said at the beginning
of this arranged meeting following her phone call. “Your support was everything
to him. His work was totally ignored before you.”
“He
deserved more recognition.”
“It
was a conspiracy of silence.”
“Probably
just neglect by the archaeological fraternity.”
She
fired up.
“No,
it was a conspiracy to deny him his place in the world of scholarship.”
“Scholars
are comfortable with the status quo. Any new theory has a very distracting
ripple effect on their elaborate constructions. Like an unwanted extra piece in
a jigsaw puzzle.”
“It’s
more than that. They closed ranks against him. Egyptology. Historians.
Religions. Intelligence services. The Egyptian government. What if they all
conspired to be rid of him?”
He
shrugged.
“Interesting
theory. I’m just sad that I did him no favours by drawing attention to his
work. He attracted the wrong kind of interest in the end.”
“After
years of being ignored, attention was what he craved. He was excited about the
documentary being planned, about receiving recognition at last. Even an Al
Jazeera journalist came to interview him before he died. Then this. His enemies
murdered him!”
Anson
had felt relieved that she was directing her fire at others and not him. But it
did little to assuage his sense of guilt.
With
the shock attack on her father, the young woman had gone to ground in
Alexandria, not emerging until this hastily arranged meeting with Anson today
at Saqqara.
The
six-stepped superstructure of the pyramid erupted into the sky beside them,
built by the first and greatest known architect in ancient history, the genius
Imhotep, who later became a god.
The
girl’s father, radical scholar Philip Kalliris, believed that all three
book-based religions had their roots in ancient Egypt, also that Abraham and
Imhotep were one and the same and that Abraham brought the idea of its shape
from the ziggurat in Mesopotamian Ur, a structure with three levels and temple
on top, but which he transformed into the idea of a sublime mortuary monument,
influenced by Egypt’s powerful ideas on the afterlife.
And
the rest was alternative history…
Maybe…
Kalliris
wasn’t right about everything.
A
stairway to the heavens for his pharaoh Djoser, but this mound was no escape
for them. Unless they clambered up the scaffolding.
The
tiered mountain turned abstract eternity into the monumentality of stone, and
yet the niched outer walls of the complex were designed in the shape of
delicate woven mats hanging from wooden frames, and inner courts had elegant
engaged columns that echoed the perishable shapes of bundled plant stems and
papyrus stalks with blossom capitals.
Were
they better off out here in the open, or in there? They’d strolled past the
entrance colonnade earlier.
Better
to be out here and see what was coming. They risked being trapped inside the
structure.
Keep
going.
Ancient
builders had built fourteen doors into the outer walls of the pyramid complex,
but only one real door. The rest were false doors.
False
hopes. Built to allow the king’s ka to
come and go in the afterlife. They offered no escape, yet lying beneath the
pyramid was an underworld maze of galleries and chambers six miles in length
that could hide an army.
Their
running footfalls pounded the sand as they fled along the east side of the
structure.
Were
the attackers the same ones who had killed her father?
They
reached the northern corner and the serdab
court.
Inside
a walled vault, punctured by two eyeholes, sat the stone image of king Djoser,
his face partly smashed, giving him a frightening aspect. It wasn’t the
original statue of Djoser behind the peepholes, but a replica. The original sat
in the Cairo museum.
Through
the peepholes Djoser could see the imperishable northern stars in the sky and
could also observe the daily ceremonies and offerings of the priests, as well
as inhale the fragrance of burning incense from the land of Punt.
The
peepholes made Anson think of rifle sights. Someone had taken a long shot at
them, several. That could mean they were too far off to give chase.
Are
we safe now?
Or
are there others closer, on foot?
As
if in answer to his question, three men stepped out from behind a low,
sand-strewn stone wall and brought the two running figures to a halt.
They
had been herded into a trap.
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Sunday, April 12, 2015
Getting inside ancient Egypt. Why fiction readers find it so consuming...
Ancient
Egypt is certainly consuming, and in a book by Michael Rice and Sally
MacDonald, called 'Consuming Egypt', a research study on consumer
attitudes to ancient Egypt gives many fascinating insights.
Most
intriguing for me, as I have long suspected, they don't think of
ancient Egypt as a place or a time, but more of a bubble in time, a
self-contained concept that is endlessly satisfing to them.
In this bubble float pyramids, Cleopatra, Tutankhamun and of course golden treasures.
Consumers,
particularly younger ones, believe that tombs were built with tomb
traps inside purely as some kind of 'dare' to intruders to try to find
the pharaoh's hidden treasure. Rather like a computer game.
In short, ancient Egypt to readers is a world of endless possibility for adventure.
It's
also that for me as the writer of an ancient Egypt series of adventure
thrillers (The Smiting Texts etc) and other Egypt-based mystery adventure novels such as The
Egyptian Mythology Murders.
Buy them here on Amazon. I hope you'll find them endlessly satisfying too.
Friday, April 10, 2015
A dizzying ride - THE ENTIRE HISTORY of ancient Egyptian rulers in 700 words
A king list that will spin your head... |
"Picture this: a line-up of Egypt’s rulers stretches out into the distance.
Imagine
we are moving past this assembly on a river of time, like a water
ride in a theme park, journeying back to the first historical
dynasties and earlier.
We’ll ignore more recent history - a string of one hundred and forty
seven Ottoman rulers, fifty seven assorted Mamelukes, over one hundred
Fatimid, Abbasid and non-Abbasid rulers, scores of Byzantine Period
Christian rulers and a line of forty three Roman Emperors.
We’ll start with Cleopatra, for, although Greek, she actually went native, spoke the language and adopted the religion.
Ready? We’re off.
We
build up momentum and Cleopatra glides by in her Love Boat, arm in arm
with Marc Anthony, her sails making the wind drunk with their perfume,
but wait, there’s a cavalcade of six earlier Cleopatras and a fleet of
fourteen Ptolemies stretching into the distance before we pass the
monolith of Alexander the Great and the Macedonian kings.
Now
the Persian hordes engulf us in the Second Persian period before we
reach the last Egyptian born pharaoh, the magician-king Nectanebo II,
working his magic on model wax ships floating in a bowl of water.
We’ve still got around two thousand, two hundred and seventy years to go before we get back to the pyramid age.
We
travel through ten more dynasties and over fifty kings, including a
detour of a hundred years as we see a line of Nubian, or Kushite,
pharaohs mount the Horus throne, before we tumble into the darkness and
chaos of the Third Intermediate Period.
Then we enter the New Kingdom and a new golden age in a line of three dynasties and thirty-three kings.
We
rush by eleven Rameses kings alone, including Rameses the Great and
his colossal seated statues at the Temple of Abu Simbel.
We see the boy king Tutankhamun posing for his golden mask. It’s still almost two thousand years before the pyramid age.
Now we pass the sun-drunk Akhenaten and Queen Nefertiti in their brand
new city of Akhetaten mushrooming magically in the desert wilderness
of Amarna, then a parade of other pharaohs, including multiple
Amenhoteps.
And then it’s on to the Thutmosids and Pharaoh Thutmosis the Third in
his chariot and blue war crown, leading his armies out of Thebes to
conquer the Levant.
Moving back in time before Thutmosis, we find the female pharaoh
Hatshepsut applying her strap-on symbol of kingship, a false beard.
Dynasties
seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen and a parade of over
ninety kings passes by - compare this with the mere sixty six monarchs
of Britain.
We
find ourselves in darkness and turmoil as we hit the Second
Intermediate Period and the Hyksos conquest of Egypt. Foreign rulers
take over for two centuries.
We
rise on to meet classical times, an austerely refined age called the
Middle Kingdom. Eleven pharaohs slide past in all their gravitas,
including Amenemhat III, builder of the Great Labyrinth.
Astoundingly, there’s still around eight hundred years to go before we get back to the Old Kingdom pyramid age.
Then
a veritable chaos of kings tumble by, not quite ‘seventy kings in
seventy days’ as in the first intermediate Period, but something very
like it. We plummet into an age of chaos called the First Intermediate
Period and we hear screams. It’s a horror section of three hundred
years, where emaciated figures of death and famine leap out to terrify
us like ghoulish animatrons.
As
we regain speed, we come upon a line of thirty-six more kings.
Dynasties six, five, four, three, two, one, flash past like numbers in a
rapidly descending lift.
We have finally arrived at the age of the pyramid builders and the Early Dynastic period.
Worker hordes pitch stone pyramids like immense limestone tents on the
plateau of Saqqara, including the Great Pyramid of Khufu and the Step
Pyramid of Zoser.
We’re over five thousand years from our present day. But have we hit ground zero yet?
Not
quite. Other shadowy kings, as many as thirteen, with names like
‘Crocodile’, ‘Catfish’ and ‘Scorpion’, are beginning to emerge from the
darkness of prehistory. There seems to be an unknown number of
basements beneath.
We have just reached the borders of myth and history… "
(Part
of an address to a US audience given by Anson Hunter, renegade
Egyptologist and theorist in my novel ‘The Ibis Apocalypse’… out in
Kindle and in paperback, Amazon, along with follow-ups 'The Hathor
Holocaust', 'The Ibis Apocalypse', 'The Anubis Intervention', 'Egypt Eyes', 'The Forbidden Glyphs' and 'The God Dig'.
See my Egyptian Series and other adventure novels here or in side panel |
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Thursday, April 9, 2015
Pyramid facts not fiction
Great Sphinx and Pyramid (Khafre) |
FACT NOT FICTION:
The ancient Egyptian word for
the pyramid means to ascend… ascend to the sky.
FACT NOT FICTION:
Nobody knows what unimaginable treasure was
once stashed within the mute, granite-lined walls of the King’s Chamber of the
Great Pyramid of Khufu – totally empty for millennia.
FACT NOT FICTION:
There
was once a large timber frame in the King’s Chamber, as though the precious
contents were carefully crated up for transportation… where to? And how? The
low entrance to the chamber is only 3 ½ feet high. The chamber itself lies
sequestered within a mountain of limestone blocks – over 2½ million of them, weighing from
two to seventy tons each.
FACT NOT FICTION:
The early proto-pyramids, the
mastabas, contained all the possessions the king would need for his journey to
the afterlife, thousands of jars, food, wine… where are the signs of these in
the pyramids?
FACT NOT FICTION:
The future survival of the
pharaoh and his joining the gods was a collective salvation… which explains why
the Egyptians worked with such a ‘superhuman’ will to construct the pyramids.
FACT NOT FICTION:
Some great heat, pulse or explosion seems to
have taken place in the pyramid in ancient times, revealed in the King’s
Chamber by cracks in the ceiling and the heat darkened stone, especially the
coffer, changing from rose granite to a coffee coloured tone. The ceiling
cracks cannot be the result of an earthquake, since no similar damage appears
in the epicentre galleries of the pyramid.
FACT NOT FICTION:
The Great Pyramid is unique. No
other pyramid has such an elaborate interior structure and dizzying numbers. The
level of workmanship puts it in a stratosphere of its own. The Great Pyramid
has companions, yet stands alone
Saturday, April 4, 2015
A cyber race for survival through an ancient Egyptian underworld "VIRTUAL ETERNITY."
EIGHT PEOPLE were running through a dusty landscape.
They moved in twilight between cliffs in a rocky desert
valley, in the first hour of the twelve hours of the ancient Egyptian
underworld night.
But they weren’t in Egypt.
They were totally immersed inside a new virtual reality simulator
called ‘Virtual Eternity’, built by mysterious tech organization, The Sirius
Research Corporation.
Each person, invited under the strictest secrecy, bore a tag
– Sage, Robber, Scribe, Prophetess, Gamer, Soldier, Priest, and Neophyte.
Sage ran at the head of the party. She’d been assigned the
title ‘Sage’ or ‘wise one’ as an associate professor of Egyptology specializing
in mythology and funerary beliefs, despite her youth.
One of the runners out put on a spurt and caught up with Sage.
It was Gamer, a compact young Korean-born game designer.
“This place is unreal, huh?” he said.
“It’s real enough for me.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. It’s so real… it is unreal.
I always wanted to design an ancient Egyptian VR game, but this, hey, I can’t
fathom it out. One hundred percent immersive. Three sixty-degree landscape.
Perfect resolution. No lag. All sensory input and inner-ear thing of real
movement. Forces on body, real muscle sense. Even sweat and fatigue.” He gave the
Egyptologist a quizzical look. “You have the inside story? What is this place
all about? Is this a role-playing game, or just an ancient Egyptian
environment? What are we supposed to do here?”
“Just experience it and survive,” Sage said. A tall woman,
Sage wore a dark blue T-shirt and light khaki trousers and archaeology boots
and she cut a lithe figure, running nimbly and easily. “You heard the
announcement like a god’s voice cracking over our heads at the start. We’ve got
twelve hours to reach the end of the underworld before dawn, surviving the
dangerous guardians, gateways and demons of the journey along the way, or we
die. Virtually die, one hopes.”
“That is the beauty of game worlds,” Gamer said. “Nobody
dies. You just keep coming back for more. Over and over again. You learn from your
experience.”
“That’s reassuring. But in this dead and dry landscape, dying
seems as real as living.”
She turned to glance over her shoulder to check on the
others.
The dusk threw a mottled cast over their faces as if they had
already turned into shades, the
ancient Egyptians term for migrating souls...
Friday, April 3, 2015
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