The Feathered Seer – Part 1 (or “whatever happened to The River of the Sun?”)

Sunlight on the River
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…we may have to go back a little before we can begin. Say two years? All the way back to the River of the Sun in 2015, and the long-awaited “next post”, often promised but always failing to materialise. I suppose the key to its desire for immediate attention, under the (apparently) unrelated title of The Feathered Seer, might (just) be gleaned from events arising one Freaky Friday.

But of course, you don’t know how yet: there are pieces of that particular puzzle missing, and some of them won’t necessarily become apparent till The Feathered Seer – Part 3, at which point we might get round to the titular weekend. (I know! The suspense is killing me, too…)

The “River of the Sun” was to be our third Silent Eye (A Modern Mystery School) weekend in as many years. You don’t need to be a member to attend; indeed, the event usually includes such an eclectic mix of different paths and traditions that it becomes much more than the sum of its parts as the weekend unfolds.

It was, with some trepidation, that I read through the assigned part of Amkhren. Yet, no matter how many times you read through a part, it’s not until the Temple is entered and the energy of the other players becomes entwined in the space that the full import of the phrasing, the movement, and intention of the ritual can be appreciated.

Even knowing this, what would transpire in Ritual 5 that weekend was so unexpected, so off-the-scale bat-shit crazy, that there was no way I could have been prepared for it when it came. Possibly, even why the “next post“, this post, has remained aloof and unwilling to see the light of day till now… the order of things appears to be of some significance…

I knew, from the opening of the first ritual, that the weekend was going to be powerful. The opening had Amkhren sitting by the Nile, and, from the first words uttered, I was there: the other players faded into their own space, and only Amkhren and his doting grandmother remained… the waters lapped gently, bejewelled by a million dancing suns… So it continued; the mysterious stranger, the Priestess, the unexpected interruption of a solemn rite of initiation by Rameses and his cohort.

The entire first ritual passed in an instant, and, as in every ritual thereafter, I remained hardly aware of the “real space” in which the Temple resided, or of the people at the periphery of the direct action. The “Vessels of the Gods” were the Gods themselves…

The weekends culminate in Ritual 5, by which time the loose ends of the drama are brought together, the players are wrung out, and the Temple is running on “full“. All just in time for a good re-grounding in the form of Sunday lunch. Despite the intensity of the previous four, I suspected nothing and, lamb-like, entered the Temple for the last time.

Amkhren, aided by the Gods, relates to Rameses “…the story of that great mystery…” as expressed through the symbol of the Enneagram, which lies at the core of the school’s teachings. At the culmination of the story Rameses, moved to spare the boy’s life and to leave the Temple unmolested, calls upon all to bear witness to a Royal ordination of Amkhren as new priest to the Temple.

It is difficult to believe now, as it was then, that this was Rameses’ first time in ritual. With great care and deliberation, he removed his crown in order to retrieve a symbolic gift of initiation from around his own neck. At this point, he might have continued with the ritual. Instead, he took the time to replace his crown, and adjust himself such that Royal order should be maintained. Amkhren, kneeling before him, and the gathered crowd, wait…

Rameses places his hand on the boy’s head; “Let it be known across Egypt…”, a strange vibration was beginning to build; “…that the King-in-Rising has ordained…”, a lightening bolt of rather uncomfortable intensity; “…that there is created today, a new priest in this temple; …”, fire billows, in great waves, around the King; “…that the one known as Amkhren, nurtured to this honour by the Lady Scarab,…”, unbearable building of heat, engulfed and consumed in the flames emanating from, and directed by, the hand of Rameses; “…has been tested beyond the trials of normal process;…”, sweat begins to bead on Amkhren’s forehead; “…and has emerged a higher order of sacred servant.”

Hand of Fire
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Flame and heat subside as Rameses lifts his hand from the boy’s head. The relief is overwhelming. “Wish you’d gone with baptism by Water instead of by Fire now?”, laughed an ethereal voice I knew only too well. Standing, as the ritual dictated, Amkhren may have gone off script to silently curse an unseen member of the assembled crowd…

 

It’s been two years. I still don’t fully understand what occurred that day. Rameses, devoid of any formal training in energy work, noted that he felt a strange tingling and a sensation of heat during the ritual; effectively recognising, if not really aware of, that experienced by Amkhren. Researching the significance of “Baptism by Fire” merely adds layers of additional questions.

Having been introduced to the sensation, however, I at least had an inkling of what was afoot, all be it equally confusing, a mere two weeks later in the CAT scan… Without the prior hand of Rameses, that particular experience may have involved a most unmanly scene, verging on unseemly terror…

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About Running Elk

My given native name, Running Elk, was bestowed in 2008 as I took my first steps as a fully fledged Medicine Man of the Zuni tradition. A most unlikely candidate for the role, my journey as a healer began some four years prior. The detour onto the shamanic way was most unexpected, yet has been one of the most rewarding challenges to date.
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38 Responses to The Feathered Seer – Part 1 (or “whatever happened to The River of the Sun?”)

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  2. Well geez, now I really wish I had made it to The River of the Sun! 🙂

  3. stevetanham says:

    Reblogged this on Sun in Gemini and commented:
    And you never know till someone tells it like this… sigh!

  4. Sue Vincent says:

    I watched… From the first lines of R1, it was evident that something had you in its sights that weekend. You had that ‘rabbit in the headlights’ look in your eye… xx

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    • Running Elk says:

      Well, if “laughing like a drain” counts as smiling these days, yes. Yes I am! 😀
      Funny thing was, as we were heading up to bed last night, Ann wondered idley if you might get the opportunity to get to Chichen Itza. Never in a million years saw THIS coming!!!
      Enjoy! ❤ xx

  6. alienorajt says:

    Reblogged this on Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman! and commented:
    An amazing piece from Running Elk. I was there that weekend. It was incredible – and it is lovely to read the experience from Amkhren’s point of view. Made the hairs rise on my body.

  7. alienorajt says:

    Superb. I have just reblogged. Made tears rise. Brought much back from that weekend.

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  10. This is a very powerful post.

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