Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Bhubezi Mythology -

Where things fall apart, but don’t - they can't .

@ The Lion Gate

So, we left the Traveller, the Red Giraffe and Lammassu at the Gate of all Nations, with a key in hand.  The creatures from between were anxious and Lammassu knew it was just a matter of time before the pollination  process needed to keep the Bhubezi genetic stock clean would die.        
That would create a problem in finding the third last key.  Luckily, their next stop was the Lion Gate - the main entrance of the Bronze Age citadel of Mycenae, erected during the 13th century BC in the northwest side of the acropolis.
Historians believe this to be the sole surviving monumental piece of Mycenaean sculpture, as well as the largest sculpture in the prehistoric Aegean. It is the only monument of Bronze Age Greece to bear an iconographic motif that survived without being buried underground, and the only relief image which was described in the literature of classical antiquity, such that it was well known prior to modern archaeology blah blaah blaaalh. Homer mentions Mycenae, and well he should (or is it he?) [Bearing in mind its possible that ‘Homer’ could represent a group of poets, or the imaginary author of a traditional body of oral myths].

{If Homer is to be considered a mythical character, the legendary founder of a guild of rhapsodes (professional performers of epic poetry) called the Homeridae, then "Homer" means the works attributed to the rhapsodes of the guild, who might have composed primarily in a single century or over a period of centuries}.

Where was I, I lost my train of thought (Lyrehc here) {sorry, one thought} - [The time gap in the chain is bridged by the scholia or notes, on the existing manuscripts, which indicate that the original had been published by Aristarchus of Samothrace in the 2nd century BCE. Librarian of the Library of Alexandria, he had noticed a wide divergence in the works attributed to Homer, and was trying to restore a more authentic copy. He had collected several manuscripts, which he named: the Sinopic, the Massiliotic, etc. The one he selected for correction was      The Koine]. 

The Koine is NOT just the common language of the Greeks from the close of the classical period to the Byzantine era or a common language shared by various peoples; a lingua franca, it is a set of books, which was penned by myself well before the bridges were problematic.  They are guarded by 8 Scorplio - quite shy creatures, nocturnal and highly dangerous.  They were first bred in Africa, close to the river Zambezi by She. Initial stock came from the mountains along the Indus River. 

Purported Scroll of She - part of the Koine Books

Saturday, 21 January 2017


 One of the "Great ten of Upper Egypt" (Egyptian: Wer-medj-shemaw)
He who's under the head of the king (Egyptian: Heri-tep-nesw) (But this is incorrect it should be ‘queen’ - you can’t expect archaeologists to get it ALL right).
Overseer of the treasuries (Egyptian: Imi-ra per-hedj)
Overseer of all royal works (Egyptian: Imi-ra kat-nebet net-nesw)
Overseer of the royal granaries (Egyptian: Imj-ra schenut-nebut inet-nesu)

You can be sure the list goes on (and on) - titles were flung about on the wind. Nothing is known about Pehernefer's family (that’s because he didn’t have one - except for the Lammasu tribe who took him in after he was abandoned in the Western desert (that’s how he got that title - I told you titles were blown in).
So what does all this have to do with ‘endings and beginnings’? Not much really simply because the Bhubezi Women are STILL trying to find the keys so that nothing ends - or begins in fact.

Pehernefer had this gift thing, given to him by Hatshepsut - who you should all know by now is a Bhubezi  Woman - that enabled him to triple-read any scroll given to him. 

He could see the current writing, the history of the writing and its place in the future. Right now, sitting at 4pm with an old scroll found (forward time) at the Alexandrian Library, he could hear  the same words Lammasu heard -   the Red Giraffe and Traveller were at his elbow, pulling him back to sanity.
“We have the key”!