Monday, January 30, 2017

Why would the US stop an alternative Egyptologist at the airport?



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.”



Saturday, January 21, 2017

LIFE GOES ON. The busy, busy world of Little Egypt


The little mannekins of the tomb never rest
Painted wooden model brewery scene

'Egyptian Mummies' Exhibition from the British Museum

Friday, January 20, 2017

"EGYPT TRAP" Modern day crime mystery with a twist of ancient Egypt

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Keep an eye on a mysteriously obsessed young wife visiting the archaeology sites of Egypt? How hard could that be?

A damaged ex-detective is hired to shadow a girl with painted eyes on a trip to Egypt…

Is she leading him step by step into a murder conspiracy and the mystery of a lost ancient Egyptian queen?

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

A Ra virus... an Aten scourge... warnings in TEXT MESSAGES FROM ETERNITY

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An archaeological dig, a missing team member... warnings sent through the layers of time about an ancient pandemic that could spell disaster today

Thursday, January 12, 2017

The gods are in the details - BM Egyptian Mummies Exhibition in Sydney

A fine set of Canopic jars - stern little guardians of the innards
Tomb mourning scene detail
Interesting to see perfume-fat cones balanced on the heads of mummy cases - recent theory has suggested these cones were symbolic of a fragrant being and not actually worn 
Impish god Bes - frightening away evil spirits with what looks like a song-and-dance-man flourish
Charming little female-form container - girl with a lute