Arriving in the center of her flame,
Take a big,
Luxurious,
Deep breath now,
In through the nose and out through the mouth,
Allowing any sighs or sounds that want to be expressed to move through you,
Releasing,
Shedding,
Welcoming the powers of alchemy.
You start to feel a serpentine-like motion move through your spine as we summon her.
Imagine that you are a bright ray of light,
Beaming down from the sun god Ra,
Calm and centered,
In the transformational healing flame of Sekhmet,
The powerful one.
Lady of the Flame,
Awaret Tekah,
Great One of Magic,
Mistress of Transformation,
Eye of Ra,
Mistress of Dread,
She who Rouses the Serpent Power,
She who Heals with Flame,
Protector of Maat.
This is an imaginal retelling of her story,
An intentional prayer that serves as an energetic transmission to awaken the power of Sekhem within you and your life.
May her magic be a great blessing and an opening to you.
Sa Sekhem Sahu,
Story of Sekhmet,
As She Might Tell It Herself I am not a myth to be tamed nor understood from the linear mind.
Open your heart to receive the power of my truth now.
I am the pulse of the sun in its finest hour.
I am the blood heat in your belly when injustice burns too long.
They have told my story to scare you,
To sever you from your own power,
But I am not a warning.
I am a wake-up roar.
They say I was sent to punish humankind,
That I slaughtered blindly and without mercy,
That I was drunk on blood,
But what they do not say is that I came because the sacred balance had been broken.
I came because the earth herself cried out.
I came because Maat,
The living order,
Harmony herself,
Had been desecrated by greed,
By cruelty,
By the betrayal of what is holy.
And so I was sent by Ra himself.
I am the daughter of the sun god.
I am the eye of Ra.
Yes,
I am the lioness.
I am the unrelenting force of divine rage,
The kind that protects,
That purifies,
That restores the bones of truth beneath centuries of rot.
I am the guardian of thresholds,
The one who stands at the gate between what was and what must be now,
To honor Maat.
They say I went mad,
But madness to a system that does not honor the divine looks like wisdom to me.
They feared my wrath,
So they tried to soften me,
To bind me in silks and perfumes,
Words with no meaning.
They poured beer dyed red to mimic blood and then claimed it pacified me.
That I drank and drank and forgot my purpose,
That I became gentle,
Docile,
A woman again.
But let me speak now.
Let me set the record aflame.
I was never tamed.
I chose to remember mercy.
I drank not to forget,
But to feel the sweetness of joy and pleasure again.
After righteous fury,
I allowed the sun to kiss my mouth with intoxication.
So that I would not destroy what still had a chance to live.
I showed restraint not from weakness,
But from my supreme strength.
The truth they fear is this.
The true feminine is not always soft and able to be controlled.
She is not docile in her original nature.
She is paradoxical.
She can also be sword,
Flame,
Fang.
She is the lioness who fights when the cubs are threatened.
She is justice that dances barefoot through the fields of the empire and leaves only ash behind.
I am Sekhmet.
I am the one before whom evil trembles.
I am not your villain.
I am not your cautionary tale.
I am your reckoning,
Your awakening.
I am your healing.
I am the solar bloodline that lives in your roar when you say no more.
Come to me not to be calmed,
But to be clarified.
Come to me when you are ready to burn away the lie that power must look like domination.
Come to me when your anger is holy and true,
And when you have the courage to burn.
Come to me when your heart is ready to be healed by the flame of passion.
When your love is so deep it could level a city in the name of love itself,
Of ma'at,
Harmony,
Order.
And so it is.
Now take a big,
Deep,
Cleansing breath,
Feeling the radiant power of Sekhmet burning now within and around you.
This healing flame may it purify any lies you tell yourself that keep you small,
And any discordant energies so that you may live in the great bright light of truth and ma'at.
Allow your womb to relax,
Softening your pelvic floor,
Opening your magical heart,
Opening your expansive mind,
And opening your wings of flame.
Allow yourself to walk in the harmony of ma'at with the power of Sekhmet flowing through you,
And knowing that Sekhmet's magic and power is always available to you when you call upon her with a pure heart.
Hail Sekhmet,
Great one of magic.
And so it is.
