The Final Conception of Horemheb
The Final Conception of Horemheb
A Priestess entered the Chamber of Conception, where I was sitting. She carried a tray laden with food and drink. I had not tasted food since the night before.
The Ritual Fasting Meal
It was the traditional hour for the noon meal, but I have been instructed to eat very little. The mango was fresh and free of blemish. Once slit with a flint, the skin peeled back and the sweet, yellow flesh came right off as my teeth scraped around the stone. The roast duck shone with rich fat and when I broke the crackly skin, the meat practically fell off the bones.
It was moist and the aroma of five spices was alluring. The leeks and radishes were crisp and washed clean. The bread was still warm from the oven. I finished the mango, ate a small piece of duck and a few vegetables. Then I washed the food down with a goblet of wine. I finished the meal with a few morsels of bread. To remain alert, eating had to be restrained. Still, I felt pleasantly filled and mildly intoxicated.
The Sacred Erotic Dance
The Priestess, who had been watching without interrupting me, spread a mat on the floor of the chamber, removed the tray and left. I noticed that Ra had declined and the three cubits long ceiling shaft no longer allowed his rays to penetrate directly into the chapel. The light was gray and thin. I lay down on the mat and fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept but I awoke to many hands massaging my body lightly, sensuously. These Priestesses looked at me invitingly: their every movement was lascivious and erotic. The musicians had also returned into the chamber. One set of drums beat the rhythm of the heart and another set that of conception.
- Auditory Trance: Dual drum beats syncing the natural heart rate with the spiritual intent of conception.
- Visual Overload: Highly choreographed, explicitly erotic movements designed to push human arousal to its absolute peak.
- Sensory Frustration: Forcing the initiate to remain a passive spectator to build overwhelming anticipation.
Someone motioned me to move back to my chair and handed me a goblet of wine. I drank it and returned the goblet. The Priestesses now turned their erotic movements towards each other. Soon male dancers joined them. Their hands expressed the sensuousness of the skin. Their lips moved lightly from the female dancers’ lips to their nipples, back to their necks, then, as the men knelt, they sunk their faces into the Priestesses’ soft belly. As the dance continued, one female dancer mounted her partner, her thighs wound around the man’s waist, her arms cradling her partner’s head.
Another Priestess turned away from her partner, bent over and moved her buttocks invitingly. Her partner moved into them obligingly. The third Priestess, a slight girl, jumped to mount her partner, but he took her momentum, grabbed her buttocks, sidestepped her, arched his back and swung her legs right up into the air. Her hands swung around his neck and he slowly lowered her right onto his erect phallus. As the dancers began to sweat with the sacred act of procreation, their sight, sounds and scent filled my mind and overpowered me. I began to sweat also, straining against the chair. In sheer frustration I asked myself: “How long must I remain a spectator at my own nuptial?” In the ecstasy of arousal, brought on by the slowly merging bodies and the primal drum rhythms, time melted away.
Vision Of The Apis Bull
I did not see the nubile dancers part and move into the shadows. I did not notice the drumbeat continue only in my head. Silence reigned in the Chamber of Conception but my Ka, my imaginative reality, had moved into the presence of the Goddess, Hathor herself.
I looked around. I was in the stables with clean straw spread on the floor. Hathor, the Goddess of Love appeared in the form of the Heavenly Cow. She raised her tail and let a stream of urine splash onto the ground. I saw myself as Apis, the divine bull with a white star on my forehead, the sign of the bull’s unique pedigree. I pawed the ground, my nostrils flared. I raised my head high up in the air and roared. I performed the expected mating dance. Hathor coyly egged me on, then retreated. I caught up with her. She moved away. I cornered her and was about to mount her when a gong sounded. I returned from the divine vision, rose from the chair, shocked to find myself with an erection.
The Altar Of Conception
I was alone in the Chamber of Conception. I strained my ears but soft sand covering the large flagstones dampened any footfall. A shadowy figure materialized at the doorway, shimmered in the twilight and stopped at the altar. Two others approached me. The brush of a nipple against my arm filled me with a tinge of anticipation. The smell of burning incense filled the chapel. Expert hands began to anoint me with sweet smelling unguents from alabaster jars. They covered everything except my genitals.
Then they led me to the altar where the third figure stood. I could not see her clearly as a thin veil covered her head and upper body. Slowly and sensuously she rubbed a salve onto my testicles and anointed my phallus with long, slow strokes. Then she pulled me by the buttocks close to her, lay back on the low altar and folded her thighs onto her stomach. Her upraised vagina almost talked to me with its scents of various bodily fluids and sweet smelling unguents. The long wait and the intense anticipation focused all my energy into my groin.
| Sensory Element | Ritual Purpose |
|---|---|
| Soft Sand Floor | Dampened footfalls to maintain an eerie, dream-like silence. |
| Burning Incense | Purified the air and induced a state of heavy spiritual intoxication. |
| Thin Veil | Obscured the identity of the partner, allowing her to embody the Goddess Hathor completely. |
The Great Revelation
The two naked Priestesses standing on either side of me began ululating. The light had visibly faded from the Chamber of Conception, as if a veil had been draped over the light shaft. I took another moment to contemplate the scent, a pungent aroma that reminded me of the rotting stable manure that brought forth the healthiest and largest plants from the earth. I knew it was time to sow my seed.
I moved into the waiting thighs. The two Priestesses ran out of the chapel with girlish giggles. Drums roared into action. The other instruments shrieked with delight. Holding the Priestess' thighs on the altar, I entered her in the thin darkness. She grabbed my arms and sat up, her thighs enfolding me tightly. My arousal was complete. I needed no love play. The entire day was spent in etheric foreplay. I flew into a passion I had never before experienced.
The Priestess reached out with her arms and embraced me. Her large breasts pressed against my belly and the light of recognition pierced my consciousness! My pent-up muscles let my semen flow as I burst out with a joyful, booming sound: "M-e-r-ee-y-e-t! My Beloved!"
I melted in her embrace. The familiar smells, the familiar body, the familiar touch of hands and thighs, years of love and passion welled up in me and I expelled sounds through my throat and semen through my phallus. Strained muscles throughout my body sent their total, unconditional love and energy into Mereeyet. I could not have foreseen the full power of this temple that had transformed my spouse into Hathor herself. Mereeyet had become the cow-headed Goddess of love and pleasure.
Even as the secondary throes of orgasmic forces coursed through my body, I could tell from the grasping hands and thighs, the pressing breasts and the mouth that bit and sucked my chest that my spouse had been similarly prepared throughout the day by another set of Priestesses. Her passion had been equally aroused, her mind had also been focused on a male child and the Goddess Hathor had indeed answered her prayer and entered her body with all the divine qualities that only Hathor could confer on a woman. The playful god Djehouty, in his guise as a baboon, could not have visited a more glorious trick upon me, nor a more appropriate sleight of hand!
The Rooftop Banquet Hall
I began to chatter like a baboon. Mereeyet answered me in kind. The tambourines also exploded and women streamed into the chapel ululating and shaking their sistra. Double-reed pipes sounded shrill delight. I pulled Mereeyet off the altar and we hugged. Instinctively we both drew a deep breath. One was not enough to balance the effort we had just put out, so we stood there amid the commotion and rejoiced with our chests heaving against each other until a sense of calm returned to our limbs.
- Animalistic Joy: Chattering like baboons in honor of the playful god Djehouty.
- Architectural Blessing: The fully sculpted faces of Hathor smiling down from every column in the hall.
- Ritual Consumption: The strict mandate that all blessed food on the trays must be entirely consumed by the participants.
Still holding hands, I led Mereeyet out of the chapel. Unseen hands separated and robed us, then led us to a rooftop banqueting hall. A small columned building across the roof from the Chamber of Conception, the rays of the evening sun, Ra-Harakhty, shone right into it. The food I had not eaten at lunch was now waiting for us. After I helped myself, Mereeyet took bread, meat and fruit, followed by the various dancers, musicians and Priestesses. Everything must be consumed. Everyone must be sated. Hathor's benign, fully sculpted human face with those peculiar cows' ears looked down upon us from every column in the hall. Her lips were forever set as if breaking out in a smile.
The Primeval Mound Rite
The dancers and the musicians had regrouped and two Priestesses approached us. They motioned us to rise and led us down a square stairwell leading to the heart of the temple. Mereeyet remained behind. The procession turned away from the temple and exited by a side passage. This passage between the inner and the outer walls led around the temple. The Priestesses chanted the rituals that were carved into the wall. The inscriptions recorded the story of the Divine Heroo’s annual conjugal visit to his consort, the Goddess Hathor.
A change of subject perked me up. The chant told about the primeval mound, the original egg that rose from the waters which covered the earth. It was fertilized by Atum himself, the self-created, who spilled his own semen and mixed it with the earth of this first hill that had emerged from chaos. Out of that divine mixture came the gods of the First Time.
Mereeyet was my primeval mound, and my sperm had spilled onto her egg. The satisfaction of the memory that Mereeyet and I had just hours ago shared that primal tension sent a shiver up my spine and made me feel that I wanted to do it again. The next vignette showed that much of Atum’s sperm had spilled into the primeval waters where it created minor God and Goddesses who then served the Great Ones. We had finally reached the end of the walled corridor. Two doorways opened in opposite directions. Our procession turned to the left and followed two priestesses along the same path I took this morning. Around the Birthing House we wound our way to the Sacred Lake. One of the Priestesses removed my robe. I knew I had to cleanse myself again. Being naked again, I could smell how the scents and oils had mixed with my sweat and Mereeyet’s fluids. Their combination made my nose turn. I walked down the steps of the lake by myself, right into the water, up to my neck before I shoved off and swam. The warmth of the water in the cooling night air coursed over my browned skin. The water felt both cleansing and refreshing.