The Obelisk Prophecy of Thoth
Did the ibis-headed Thoth, Egypt’s Lord of Words, Time and
Magic, write this prophecy, holding a reed pen in elongated fingers as he is depicted
in stone reliefs? Perhaps, as he moved across the surface, the fibrous sheet
crackled like electricity under his hand.
A translation of
the fragmentary remains reads:
The Red Lord
of desert, chaos and anger, will return in a dust storm. He will seek the lost
pillar of Osiris, using its power to destroy, bringing dust, desolation,
starvation and death, robbing humankind of the gifts of cultivation and crops
bestowed upon them by the good god Osiris.
A mighty tekhen (obelisk) in a far place holds the key.
Salvation lies
in finding this lost pillar before he does for the evil one will take it to… (gap)
Once united
with the Ka (gap) (spirit?) of Isis
it will create an irresistible power to destroy the sons of man.
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Desert,
Southern Egypt
Life, pulsating life!
It came from above, like a scattering of falling stars.
On the desert surface, archaeologists dragged a ground
penetrating radar unit in a grid pattern, passing over the exact spot where,
aeons before, priests had dragged a coffin on a sled to a secret underground
tomb.
The GPR waves pulsed down, electro-magnetic energy
penetrating the subsurface structure of a tomb and a decayed wooden coffin inside,
its head carved into a hooked and snarling snout with pricked, squared ears,
before scattering the waves back to the surface to be decoded in a series of
wavy graphs.
The life force began to trickle, wash and then gush like a
wave through the dried up river course of the body below.
Nerve endings tingled like pin pricks of light.
Pulses spread through the length of the outstretched body.
The mummy stirred in his rusted linen wrappings.
From his mouth, cracked like mud around a dried up
waterhole, there issued a rattling gasp for air, then, after a lengthy silence,
a dusty exhalation like the rasp of a sandstorm.
He felt another wave pass through his body, this time of
rage.
He ripped his arms free from the wrappings and smashed the
crumbling lid off his coffin, sending splinters and powder flying, just as
legend told that as a baby he had ripped himself violently from his mother’s
womb....
(excerpt from THE OBELISK PROPHECY - 2nd novel in THE EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY MURDERS series.
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