I love being a writer. The ebbs and flow of creation swell through me, and lately I’ve been living inside that current completely. The feminine is a creator. The masculine is a forger. Not forgery, babe, but in function.
The masculine can craft, bend, bang, and shape what already exists in this reality, but he can’t truly bring anything new into it.
The feminine creates, and while on the surface she may sometimes seem quiet, everything is brewing underneath.
That’s me of the last few weeks, creating a guide to the Feminine Mysteries far longer than Substack can tolerate. It’s taking weeks to come into form, and I’m pretty delighted by what’s birthing. The Five Keys of the Feminine Mystery that unlock and restore the feminine to her place of power. Rest, release, receive. This is inherent to a woman, yet our culture hasn’t afforded really us this way of being.
Overdoing, overwhelm, overanalyzing have brought us out of our natural state and taught us to measure our value through productivity, accomplishment, and what can be achieved within a given timeline. Blah!
A harmony in life in accordance with that which is most natural. It’s right here and always has been, but few of us are able to recognize it.
Cosmic doesn’t simply mean the stars, a faraway expanse of space that is meaningless to us here on Earth. Cosmic is a true natural order, honoring the Earth and the stars and our relationship to and within it.
This is both the function and the role of Sheshat. She holds the principles of this cosmic order, embodying the connection itself. Humans are tuning forks, or antennas, as Zach Bush recently described in his podcast with Joe Rogan. A connecting rod between the above and the below.
Humans function best when we are connected and in relationship with both. The Earth beneath us that we walk upon, gifting us in innumerable ways. And the sky above, not outside of us, but offering its own unique blessings we may be oblivious to when our antennas are no longer attuned.
I love how impossibly forgotten Sheshat is. She’s had my devotion for years. Way back in 2008, she started coming in. A moment impossible to dismiss… A crystal skull vibrating in my hands. I was directed specifically to her name in a book of 10,000 Goddesses. I didn’t know what she was opening, but it certainly changed the course of my life.
Each trip to Egypt, I find her revealing more and more of herself. Not in an ooooh look over here type of way, but as a marker of the Mystery, inviting relationship and the allowing the stillness to be the threshold to engagement
The first time I saw her there, I didn’t feel like a fangirl. I was calm. Reverent. Truly in awe, not enamored.
Egypt holds such mysteries in plain sight. They can’t literally be translated, for the carvings themselves were created through systems of exacting measure and proportion. Hieroglyphs were not casually rendered; their placement, scale, and form belonged to a precise visual language.
In Egypt, there’s what you can see, what you can be told by scholarly guides, and then the places where feeling has to fill in the rest. Sheshat brings you directly to that meeting point of the seen and unseen.
Sheshat (or Seshat) is most frequently regarded as the consort of Thoth, he who is organizing, mental, earthly. The one who has shown us how to live and navigate on this plane. The Hermetic principles offer us a profoundly Thothian map for how reality operates: mind, correspondence, vibration, polarity, rhythm, cause and effect. They help us understand the laws governing form, but they’re still a map of the ordered world.
And I have a tricky relationship with Thoth. Because while I can see his value while also seeing what happens when his function alone becomes the prevailing force of reality.
We live in a Thoth-dominant culture. We think our way into things and give the mind too much value. We believe success looks like accomplishment and numerical values. We orient ourselves through time and history, through what and has already occurred, through what can be measured, planned, repeated, and understood. We live in flippin’ loops, records of the past, somehow repeating over and over and grooved deeply into place.
In this paradigm, it becomes incredibly difficult to touch something ineffable, true, or genuinely new. We are quite literally bound to keep reaching for it through the dictates of what’s already been known.
In my Egyptian lineage, Thoth created time to divide the infinite expanse of space. He gave us time as coordinates within space. I’m sure it was a gift to the humans, this time thing… but fuck, in that division, he also severed us from our connection to space.
Ahhhh, Space feels and has no bounds. Just give yourself a moment to soak in concepts of time and space.
Space expands. Time contracts.
Did ya feel it, too?
Sheshat is the principle behind form. No temple can exist without her measure. It is her function… her freakin’ raison d’être. She isn’t simply the structure, but the one who knows how form holds within space. She knows where something belongs within the greater cosmic whole. She is space undivided by time. The architecture, not merely the architect of reality. She, my love, is the one who makes reality possible.
Without the balancing function of Sheshat, the world we exist within becomes untenable, unsustainable, corrupted even. We keep looping through history because we continue using the same mental structures to create the future. We keep believing we can think our way into something new, while remaining inside the very paradigm that generated what already exists… and it’s not working!
But the feminine restored can bring something truly fresh into this reality, and I believe that is what so many of us are craving.
This movement is the way of the feminine. Not a soft era but the feminine in her perfect function. An ancient, holy, living technology already within the body, returning us to the rhythm we were designed to live within.
And for millennia, we haven’t been allowed to be this. We’ve been hijacked within the masculine systems, trained into overdoing and overthinking until we barely recognize our natural rhythms anymore.
Beloved, the answer isn’t an overthrow of the masculine. It is the restoration of Cosmic Order, a harmonic balance between the forces of masculine and feminine, time and space, so each can return to its rightful function.
Can you be fully human while only bound to earth?
Can you be fully feminine while bound to this masculine hierarchy?
As long as we remain entirely within Thoth’s paradigm, we’ll keep looping and repeating. We are living inside history (his-story) at a moment when something genuinely paradigm shifting is needed, a force capable of restoring what’s been severed from reality.
That is the feminine.
That is Sheshat.
That is the Mystery.
Sheshat, whose name quite literally translates as “the Mysteries, the Unknowable.” She is said to be the designer of the universe itself!
Those are some mighty big titles and chances are you’ve never even heard of her. I wish I could give you a handy lil link to validate them and not appear too grandiose, but they exist within my lineage, the Egyptian Mysteries passed down to me, and as of yet remain unpublished.
She is the Mystery hidden in plain sight.
My love and devotion to her is immense. Heck, I’ve got at least two books in progress that will (hopefully) bring her back into relevance. And somehow her being forgotten feels fitting in a reality where the feminine itself has been diminished, sidelined, and nearly forgotten.
Her restoration isn’t vindication. I don’t need her to triumph over Thoth or prove that the feminine was right all along. I want to honor her back in place so her function can be restored, to offer balance and a connection that will serve humanity in its wholeness.
She restores us to natural order. To the cosmic. To a place (and the space) that has been forgotten.
Sheshat is the Feminine that remembers what reality is and invites us back into it.
And perhaps that’s why she is stirring so loudly for me now while these Feminine Mysteries take form.
Goofy lil scribe over here, I wanted her arrival to be more profound. A five-part essay setting her aright. And yet, here she is. Asking to be set forth unglamourously hidden inside my own creative process.
This isn’t the end of her story, nor the final word on what she is. My re-discovery of her continues through the Mysteries, through Egypt, through the book, through the ways she keeps revealing herself each time I think I know anything at all.
For now, I want to set her right here for you. To let her placement begin stirring the keys within you. A bridge into the Mysteries, into the unseen, out of the masculine and the history long enough for you to remember there’s more.
For her rightful place in memory. For her return to you. For remembrance of a place before history was even set… And for what she may yet make possible in the future.
Was this your first time encountering Sheshat?
What did seeing her image stir in you? Recognition, curiosity, absolutely nothing at all?
And perhaps the most obvious question… what the heck is that seven-pointed star crown thingy?
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