In ancient Egypt, a ceremony called the Feast of Joyous Union was celebrated each August at new moon. The statue of Hathor – the goddess of love, music, and beauty and the divine archetype of wife, mother, and lover – was transported on a ceremonial barge from her temple in Dendera to the temple of Horus, the sky god and son of Osiris and Isis, in Edfu to consummate their marriage. The first night of the festival, it was believed, Horus and Hathor retired to the mammisi (birthing house) to join in ecstatic union. The next day the sacred marriage ceremony shifted to a 14-day harvest festival marked by feasting and drinking. Then Hathor was returned to Dendera to await the birth of the son that Horus had fathered.
Some four millennia have passed since then. The remains of the two original temples have been unearthed and continue to fascinate scholars and tourists alike. The sacred statues and artifacts are scattered around the world in museums and private collections. Most of the carved images of the beautiful Hathor were long ago defaced by Coptic Christians seeking to impose their own beliefs – but, to my utter astonishment, the mythical power of her sacred union with Horus lives on.
I recently attended a workshop in Seattle called The Creatrix: The Art and Science of Self-Creation – a Hathor Intensive with Tom Kenyon. The promotional literature promised that the event would marry hard science with far less measurable spiritual pursuits. But what tilted the scales for me was the opportunity to immerse myself in the exceptional tones Tom produces. His remarkable voice ranges through nearly four octaves and, according to Tom, is channeled directly from a multidimensional intelligence known as the Hathors.
So far, all of this conforms to reasonably acceptable parameters. If I were reading the rest of the story, however, I’d wonder if the author was in the grip of some hallucinogen. For the record, I wasn’t, and this is my story, exactly as it happened.
I was one of 400 attendees, sitting on a typical hotel-issue, straight-backed dining chair in a large meeting room. Tom was seated at the front of the room before a suspended microphone as he gave us a brief overview of the Feast of Joyous Union. Tom was going to take all of us on a mythic adventure, in the form of a meditation based on the ceremony conducted so many thousands of years earlier. However, instead of visualizing Hathor being carried from Dendera to Edfu, he invited us to offer our hearts as the mammisi where Horus and Hathor would celebrate their sacred union. Tom described a breathing technique to facilitate the process and invited us to experience whatever might follow. Those were the last recognizable words he spoke. Tom then began channeling tones and we were on our own.
The intensity of the tones grew, and I felt myself swept up in escalating waves of energy as I watched my physical heart transform into a crystalline chamber. As the toning progressed, I found myself observing events from myriad perspectives simultaneously, acutely aware that the universe was revealing some arcane mystery. My attention was drawn to a tiny speck radiating from our galaxy’s central sun. As I watched in rapt fascination, it grew larger and larger until I could discern the shape of a massive falcon flying toward me. My next realization was of Horus, the Egyptian god with the body of a man and head of a falcon, standing in the chamber of my heart awaiting the arrival of his beloved. Within moments, Hathor appeared, not on a ceremonial barge but simply manifesting out of thin air.
The two looked at each other for an extended time without moving. Then a most unexpected thing happened: a wispy essence arose from each of their bodies and joined together in an elaborate, swirling dance. I could see the two energies moving around and through each other until it was impossible to distinguish which was which. The energy cloud they formed slowly began to pulse as a pinpoint of light took form near its center. It grew in size and, slowly morphing into the very recognizable shape of a serpent, began moving up from my heart to the center of my forehead, where it emerged as a cobra displaying an extended hood.
Needless to say, I was riveted by this image – until my attention was drawn to another: Horus standing in the window of a high tower with a newborn baby held high in his extended right hand, proudly presenting it to the billions of stars making up the Milky Way. I was that baby. My next image was me suckling on Hathor’s left breast.
It’s been more than two days since that experience, and I am still very much aware of the snake extending its flared head from my forehead. No one comments on it, so I imagine it’s more in the etheric realm than the physical. Still, it frequently makes its presence known. I can’t tell you what all this means – in truth, I have yet to figure it out. But what’s really weird – every time I passed one of the likenesses of Hathor displayed in the workshop, I found myself calling her mommy.
Certain sounds – tones, chants, or mantras – have the power to create physical, emotional, and psychic manifestations. No doubt that is why virtually all religious traditions make use of them. Unfortunately, the true adepts trained in their proper use and meaning are few and far between, so all most of us ever experience is their weak shadow. Over the years, I have been privileged to share space with a few such enlightened beings. I would rank Tom Kenyon among them.
We can live ordinary lives or mythic ones. If we are on a mythic path, extraordinary guides are available to illuminate and speed our way. The choice, as always, is our own.
Jean-Claude Gerard Koven is a writer and speaker based in Vilcabamba, Ecuador. He was a featured weekly columnist for the UPI (United Press International) Religion and Spirituality Forum and is the author of Going Deeper: How to Make Sense of Your Life When Your Life Makes No Sense, recipient of both the Allbooks Reviews Editor’s Choice Award and the USABookNews.com Award for the Best Metaphysical Book of the Year.
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