Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Step-by-step guide to finding the KA relic in the British Museum





 
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THE KA STATUE. ‘An ancient Egyptian Ka statue is a resting place for the KA, the life force of a person after death.’
One Ka would never rest.
The most famous son of Rameses the Great and a legendary seeker of forbidden secrets and texts of power, a man who is today known as ‘the first Egyptologist’.


(Opening Excerpt)
British Museum, London
It exuded, she thought.

A sense of containment, of secrets and mysteries held in stony silence.

Madeline Coyle had come a long way to interrogate the statue of the ancient Egyptian prince.

“Hello Khaemwaset,” she said.

The Ka statue of Khaemwaset, prince, magician and seeker of forbidden knowledge - the most famous son of Rameses the Great - stood holding emblematic staves at his sides in the Egyptian Sculpture Gallery of the British Museum. It had once been set up in a temple so that the life force dwelling inside it could receive offerings of food, drink and prayers for survival in the afterlife. 

The sculptor had carved the statue out of pebbly red quartzite that gave an impression of hidden worlds emerging from the prince’s torso.

Madeline was not the first to interview the relic.

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 emanated unseen forces.

The youthful and successful American historical novelist, who had flown from America to visit Khaemwaset in London before she continued her investigation in Egypt, had done her research.

She had been on his trail for so long - like one of those ancient Egyptian jackals that prowled the cities of the dead, sniffing out buried secrets.

“I wish you could step out of that speckled stone and speak to me.”

Be careful what you wish for they said.

They might also have added: be especially wary that your wish is not granted literally, holding you to the tyranny of words.

But no matter how long she stared, Khaemwaset went on playing statues.

“Come on, speak to me!”

Then the idea hit her author’s mind.

Imagine if it did...