Sunday, July 23, 2017

Concept of the ancient Egyptian Ka in religion, fiction and film


The modern day terms soul, spirit and ghost come close to the meaning of the Ka to the ancient Egyptians, but do not quite capture its unique nature.
The Ka, sometime shown with a pair of arms and raised hands resting on its head (the hieroglyphic symbol for the Ka), was a spiritual double residing inside every individual, but unlike our ideas of ethereal projections, the Ka was almost as corporeal as the body, not grey like a ghost, but chromatic and lit by an aura of life-power.  
The Ka needed sustenance to survive however, requiring  ‘bread, beer, beef and fowl, a thousand of food-offerings, a thousand of drink-offerings, all the plants that sprout from earth, a thousand of all things good and pure...’
Modern fiction and film abound with stories of the confused dead who are trapped, sometimes unknowingly, in their Ka state and struggling to set right some mistakes in their lives, (The Ka of Gifford Hillary by Dennis Wheatley and the films The Sixth Sense and Ghost).
And of course the Kas of the dead appear as characters in some of the earliest fiction in history, the cycle of tales that grew up around the magus, seeker of knowledge and anachronistic Prince Khaemwaset himself.


"THE KA" is new fiction by Roy Lester Pond 
On AMAZON KINDLE

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Was "The 1st Egyptologist" Kaemwaset a trapped archaeologist from the future?

New fiction. Amazon Kindle



CHAPTER 1


Be careful what you wish for they say.
They might add: be especially wary that your wish may be granted literally, holding you to the tyranny of words.
Madeline Coy made her wish in the British Museum in front of an ancient Egyptian statue that stood gazing into time with the enigmatic stare of the sphinx.
“Hello Khaemwaset,” she said. “I just wish you could step out of that speckled stone and talk to me. I’m on your trail like one of those Egyptian jackals that prowled the city of the dead, determined to sniff out all of your secrets.”
The youthful and successful American historical novelist had flown all the way from America to visit this relic in London before continuing her research in Egypt.
It was a so-called Ka-statue, carved in pebbly red quartzite, showing the most famous son of Rameses the Great holding emblematic staves at his sides. The standing figure of Khaemwaset, prince, magician and seeker of forbidden knowledge, had once been set up in a temple so that the spirit dwelling inside it could receive offerings of food, drink and prayers for survival in the afterlife. 
She was not the first to speak to it.
Her diligent research had revealed that in the 1900s a London group known as The Society of Inner Light regularly conferred with the exhibit in the Egyptian Sculpture Gallery, convinced that it was a medium for metaphysical activity and radiated unseen forces.
She had made a special stopover in London to see it before her onward flight to Cairo as part of a book research trip to track down the prince’s past.
But no matter how long she stared, it went on playing statues.
“Come on, speak to me!”
Then the idea hit her authorial mind.
Imagine if it did...
She heard a man’s voice speak.
“Do you often speak to statues?”
And in that same moment he appeared, an ancient Egyptian figure with painted eyes looming like a mirage beside the statue, a wide-shouldered man in his prime, dressed in ancient Egyptian costume, bare-chested and kilted, wearing a short wig on his head.
“Cosplay in the British Museum!” She gave a ripple of surprise and delight. “Great. Museums are finally realising that they’re also in the entertainment business, competing with Netflix, iPhones, tablets and all the rest of the modern world’s distractions...”



"THE KA" is new fiction by Roy Lester Pond 
On AMAZON KINDLE
 

Friday, July 21, 2017

New. "THE KA" (Egypt fiction) A mysterious attachment across time

New. On AMAZON KINDLE

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Was his appearance in the museum just ‘cosplay’, or the result of an attraction between two souls across time?



She was an American historical writer, in a fragile relationship, visiting the British Museum Egyptian Sculpture Gallery for research.



He was an enigmatic prince from ancient Egypt who desperately needed to undo a terrible mistake.



Would they share a mysterious quest on a journey through Egypt, and much more?


Wednesday, July 12, 2017

"Ancient Egypt discoveries to stun the world" IN FICTION

1. THE LOST GREAT LABYRINTH OF EGYPT

2. THE DANGEROUS BOOK OF THOTH

3. THE MUMMY OF ISIS

4. THE TOMB OF CLEOPATRA

5. THE TOMB OF NITOCRIS...




AND THAT'S JUST TO NAME JUST A FEW.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

‘A monumental catastrophe,’ he thought. 'Like a nuclear submarine trapped in polar ice.'

The Unfinished Obelisk

The unfinished obelisk lay trapped in the stone in an ancient quarry.

There was something both lethal and impotent about its appearance, like a nuclear submarine stuck in the polar ice.

A solitary man walked on its surface, swaying as if on a deck in a storm. Swirling grains of dust whipped up by winds buffeted him.

‘A monumental catastrophe,’ he thought. ‘Literally.’

Two thousand tonnes of smoothly shaped, elongated stone, its bottom side still lying attached to the red granite bedrock.

One day, thousands of years ago, something had gone wrong at this quarry, a site of patient, human-borne erosion of the stone by stonemasons cutting out and shaping a colossal block, not with the aid of machines, powered jackhammers and diamond carbide saws, but balls of dolerite, a stone harder than granite, expending only the energy of their hands, muscles, sinews and their sweat as they rained blow after endless blow into the deepening grooves around the stone until it sounded to the workers’ deafened ears that the thuds were the heartbeats of mother earth herself.

Then an overseer gave a cry. Trembling, he pointed at the stone. It was a finger of doom.

Disaster!

A crack had rivered through the sublime monolith being fashioned for Queen Hatshepsut.

News spread in a buzz through the site. From the throats of the workers there arose a sound of swarming, like a giant hive of bees mourning the death of a queen.

The workers downed tools and the heartbeat of their labours ceased.

Had they ever raised its head into the heavens, the single, tapering, four-sided stone would have been the tallest obelisk in history - at least a third higher - rising to the height of a thirteen-storey building. Instead, they left the granite monster in a gouged out quarry site in Aswan.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

THE POISONED WELL. "An EPIC story. Very current" - Amazon Kindle review


From an author known for Egypt fiction... a story set in a different arid land... Australia.


A plan for nuclear waste dumping above the world's greatest freshwater aquifer... becomes a poisoned well for a remote Australian homestead family.
"This is a very real issue today, handled without any hysteria and subsequently palatable and thought provoking. I wanted the story to go on forever. The characters were really well developed..."
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Friday, June 30, 2017

Kindle a mystery - or get wrapped in the paperback. The Egyptian Mythology Murders


Available in Kindle and now also in paperback


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The mummy novel that takes the curse of mummy movies/fiction.

"A Gem." TAKES THE CURSE OFF MUMMY movies/fiction

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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

"One day I'll tell you something," he said. The boy who remembered ancient Egypt...



A boy remembers a life in the ancient past, a young mother discovers adventure...
"I remember Egypt," the boy said gravely. "Long, long ago."
Her little boy Cooper was gorgeous, but his imagined past life could be a bit hard to take. Especially at 8.30 in the morning, when she was busy having a this-life crisis, running late for work and her eight-year old was about to miss his school bus.
Then young single-mother Catherine meets a past life researcher and also a mysterious Egyptologist Simon Priestly and she and Cooper are off to Egypt on an extraordinary quest to follow a young boy's dreams... or are they actual memories of the ancient past?
What will they find and what will Catherine find as she warms to the impressive British Egyptologist as they uncover a shattering secret from Egypt's past?
Disturbing and intriguing adventure fiction with a twist of the unknown. 

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The Mummy Monster Game started leaking into Josh’s life... Young fiction favourite

Was that the bandaged foot of Osiris at the bottom of the cupboard? Or an old sock?

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Anson Hunter series:
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Hathor Holocaust
The Ibis Apocalypse
The Ra Boat Judgement
Egypt Eyes
The Forbidden Glyphs
The God Dig
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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Now that's archaeology - Anubis on the beach

Our bichoodle Anubis, 'Newbie', head in the sand - I am guilty of doing this too

Sekhmet-Hathor, she-devil and lioness Lady of Terror...



A young bowman is given the most dangerous task in creation to hunt down the rampaging lioness-goddess Hathor-Sekhmet, the Destroyer of Humankind sent by an angry Ra.

Then he meets a mysterious young woman, a crawler in the reeds.


What had he heard? Something was dragging itself through the reeds. Crocodile? Or that other force of elemental chaos, a hippopotamus?

In a smooth, protective action, he drew an arrow from a quiver, attached to a belt around his kilt, and nocked it to the string of his bow. He searched the base of the thicket, looking for the scale-net pattern of a crocodile’s flank. He drew the bow to be ready, edging nearer, using the tip of the arrow to move aside a tall papyrus stem, its umbel a feathery triangle like the delta of a woman.

The bowman’s eye, narrowing to focus beyond the bronze arrow tip, widened in surprise. Instead of an animal, he found himself regarding the slithering form of a young woman on her belly. She was moving down the bank to the water. He went still closer, parting the reeds with an elbow. She was splattered with blood.

Someone - still alive.

A fish jumped. A dragonfly darted away. He saw her stretch her neck. Long hair swung down in lappets to trail in the water, hiding her face. He heard lapping and sucking. Was she a chance survivor or another dying victim of the pestilence? A dying one, he guessed. She must be injured for she was splattered with blood. The soles of her feet were crimson as if stained with henna, but it was blood. There had been no other survivors in the trail of destruction he had been following for days.

Maybe he should end her suffering quickly with an arrow. All it would take would be a slackening of his fingers. Oblivion would slide into her body with little more shock than the cold ache of water going into her stomach.

But his spirit had become stretched taut as his bowstring against death. No more killing. It was as if he had been walking through the scene of a battlefield for weeks. Bodies of the dead choked villages and towns and fields like rising mud-waters of the inundation.

He could taste death along with dust in his throat. The desert that on two sides hemmed in a land that was green and sweetly verdant - the oasis civilization of Egypt - was now like the sides of a coffin entombing a dying people. Too late, inhabitants had fled to the hills to hide, but the scorching eye of destruction had followed them there too, striking with claw and with fever, leaving some to die in their own blood, others in the rictus of plague. The path of destruction was moving upstream, the hunter observed.

He watched the survivor. A young woman, probably a noblewoman or a temple priestess, judging by the remnants of a sheer linen dress, now blood-splattered and clinging to her body, and by the turquoise bracelets on her arms. She made soft gasps and snuffles as she drank.

Here was Egypt, all of beautiful, dying Egypt, captured in one young woman crawling on her belly to suck at Mother Nile. Unexpectedly tender feelings stirred and grasped the strong young man, like the thicket of papyrus plants that crowded him, murmuring and shushing as though to calm a distressed child.

Se-Sheh-Shet, the reeds whispered softly in the breeze...


 
(Excerpt from "Hunting Hathor' (Kindle).  This story also appears as a tale within a novel, in "The Smiting Texts" (Amazon Kindle and paperback)

Saturday, June 24, 2017

An Egyptology blog-style novel "EGYPT EYES"


‘Egypt Eyes’ –  “Be my eyes in Egypt,” she says to him. 
The celebrated young Egyptologist and space archaeologist Dr Constance Somers had once explored ancient Egypt from space. 
But now she is legally blind. 
She hires controversial, alternative Egyptologist Anson Hunter to be her guide on a Nile cruise. ‘Show me the hidden Egypt of your imagination,’ she says. But does she have a darker purpose, planning to use his unique skills to help her penetrate a secret and dangerous site that she found?
Where is the blind girl leading him?
And why are agents of the US National Reconnaissance Office, a secret Intelligence agency in charge of satellites and overhead security, suddenly taking an interest in the work of the space archaeologist? Has she made a discovery in her satellite archaeology that has global security ramifications?
Anson must face unexpected enemies at every turn and use his skills to survive the dangers of a lost underground sanctuary as he tries to unlock its shattering secret.
‘Egypt Eyes’ is groundbreaking adventure and mystery fiction with an Egyptologist’s blogs and photos.

(Opening Excerpt)
1. Walking into trouble
Sanctuary, Temple of Philae
What happened in the Temple of Isis today?
I stepped straight out of the dimly lit sanctuary and into a meaty hand that clamped around my mouth. The hand muffled my gasp as I was yanked aside.
I am rangy, yet I was dragged along like a piece of furniture, the hot salty palm preventing me from making a sound. My surprise removal ended in a darker side chamber.
As a controversial alternative Egyptologist, who also occasionally takes small tour groups around Egypt, I am always walking into trouble, but this was physical.
I had been the last out of the sanctuary, the footsteps of my small group fading in the distance, when I walked into my abduction.
“You’re okay,” the human gag said, taking his hand away. “Don’t
make a noise. We need to talk, privately.”
It was a swarthy, good-looking young man I had seen walking around outside the temple. He’d got here pretty fast, then I saw another arrive and now there were two of them blocking my way out of the chamber. In fact two of him. Twins.
“That’s a good trick being in two places at once,” I said.
“We find it useful,” the new arrival said.
Identical twins? No, not quite. The second one was a faintly milder version. It’s a curious thing about twins, even so-called identical ones. One of them always looks more defined than the other, as if the printer cartridge is running low on ink for the second iteration.
“What, collectively, do you want from me?”
“Your help,” they said together.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to hijack another guide. I’ve already been hired to show someone else around.”
A flicker of a smile touched the face of the milder-looking of the two.
“Yes, we know you’re an alternative Egyptologist who has been hired by Dr Constance Somers, a satellite archaeologist who is now blind. But what do you know…”
“…about her? Tell us why she would hire you,” the dark-print twin said, not so much ending his brother’s sentence as shutting it down.
“What do you know about me that you think I’d want to tell you?”
“We know quite a bit more about you than you think…”
“You’ve consulted with US Intelligence in the past,” hard-edged twin said.
This is no secret. I’ve blogged about it.
“Who are you?”
Twin Lite said softly: “Let’s say US surveillance.”
“What sort of surveillance?”
“That doesn’t matter. The fact is, Dr Somers may have stumbled on something that could have far reaching repercussions and implications…”
Dr Constance Somers is celebrated for her work in satellite archaeology before she went blind. Am I now her eye on the ground, where once she had a satellite eye in the sky?
Who are these two on her trail?  
Having worked with Intelligence organizations in the past, I have heard of the National Reconnaissance Office or NRO. It was once a classified agency of the US Department of Defence and its existence was flatly denied until recent times. NRO designs, builds and works with the Air Force, operating the US reconnaissance intelligence satellites. Nothing on the planet is beyond the NRO’s prying eyes in the sky, or beyond. Conspiracy theorists on the Internet accuse the organisation of covering-up their monitoring of unidentified objects.
“So she stumbled across something she shouldn’t?” I said.
“We can’t specify the nature of our investigation. But we’re asking you to keep us in the picture if you learn anything or anyone approaches her. The very fact that she hired you to accompany her would suggest to us that she is acting unusually…”
“…and we know of your past history of unorthodox investigation,” the other one finished his sentence.
“Why don’t you talk to her?”
“She’s uncooperative.”
“She’s keeping a secret?”
“We believe so.”
“If it’s such a secret how did you get onto it?”
“That’s not really important right now…”
“…what matters now is that you say nothing to anyone and just keep your ears open. Others may try to reach her. Dr Somers has attracted the interest of groups that want to discover what she knows.”
So they want me to be their ears and she wants me to be her eyes.
I had the feeling that the walls of the chamber were closing in.
“Why should I help you? She’s asked me to be a guide and so I think my loyalty should be to her.”
“Maybe it will change your mind if we tell you something. One of our investigators was tracking her and then disappeared. Dr Somers found something hidden beneath Saqqara, and he followed her down there, but only she came out. She is playing on your well-known interest in dangers from the ancient past. We think she plans to take you, without warning you, into an environment with unknown but lethal hazards. We don’t want you vanishing too...”
“So you’d better have this,” the harder one said.
“What’s that?”
“A tracking device so that we can come if you vanish too.”
He handed me a small object about half the size of a flash-drive stick.
I was puzzled enough right then to accept it and to slip it into a pocket.
“Don’t say anything to her. Just keep an ear to the ground. We’ll get back to you down the track.”

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Like the authentic-looking ancient Egypt flavour and action...

Ancient Egypt in action
If you like authentic ancient Egypt flavour and action try some action adventure fiction reading on Amazon Kindle
"DYNASTY ZERO"
"THE SARCOPHAGUS"
"TEXT MESSAGES FROM ETERNITY"



(Australian Excursion) Spotted the amazing and *dangerous Cassowary bird

On the road, writing in Australia - we spotted this extraordinary creature in tropical far north Queensland ignoring the dress code...

*National Parks caution on the cassowary.

Cassowary behaviour is unpredictable. Cassowaries can inflict serious injuries to people and pets by kicking with their large clawed feet.

  • Never approach cassowaries.
  • Never approach chicks - male cassowaries will defend them.
  • Never feed cassowaries - it is illegal, dangerous and has caused cassowary deaths.
  • Always discard food scraps in closed bins and ensure compost bins have secure lids.
  • Always slow down when driving in cassowary territory.
  • Never stop your vehicle to look at cassowaries on the road.
  • Keep dogs behind fences or on a leash.
If you come face-to-face with an aggressive bird, it's important to have some simple strategies to protect yourself. If you encounter a cassowary, back away slowly and put something like a tree or a backpack between yourself and the bird, and then let it go on its way.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

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