I am just another virtual nebet, sent to you by someone who holds you so dear, in great gratitude for all you have done, and as a messenger of hetep, in peace.

Yes I am just another virtual nebet, made up of tiny pixels on a glowing screen. Of avatars and dreamed-up ancient stories, inspired by your inner-thoughts, your mind's eye, your visions of a beautiful ancient land. Alive and in rhythm, like a pulsating heart, and with every beat, calling your name.

Just another virtual nebet.

But tonight, please picture me as a Land that cherishes you. Hear me speaking as your Land. Your ancient world. Your place to belong. And, as you picture me, remember.... remember the home you built. The world you created. Hear the Land speak, sing, and call to you, for she is yours.

And she is strong. She is Unified. She is alive! Alive and yet, at Peace. A living Duat.

Disagreements? Oh, of course. She is no wilting flower, shrinking in the sweltering noon-day light of Re! Without quarrels, she would be weak. No. She thrives! Even in the desert's far reaches.

She is soil, sand and silt, water and reed,
built upon bent and sweaty backs that bore the brunt of many a heated battle.

See, the beauty you created!

There is but one Egypt. No other can compare.
Silver Sands, Painted Eyes.
Lapis. Honey. Gold.
The very apex of ancients.

As such, she can afford it, agree to disagree, and yet continue to thrive.

But look.... It's already happening.

Sure as the Hap, she may ebb, but she rises, like the Bennu, that Great Fiery Bird, right from her own ashes,

but

if and only if she is truly loved, as her children are loved.

Tonight, she comes to you, and having heard your thoughts, your dreams, your silent wishes, takes you up into her arms and cradles you, as a much beloved part of her. Your child, yet your mother.

A foot, an eye, a hand, some ears. All these and more are parts beloved, parts that make the Whole Body of Kemet.

And as she rocks you, she sings sweetly.

In psalm, she beseeches you to turn your eyes to this Land that loves nourishing you, this sun that glows to warm you, this water that floods to quench you.

" So then continue on in the way the creators intended. Joyful and at peace with each other."

With your help, she shall remain thus. Whole. For what is an eye without an ear? A hand without a foot?

"Come home," cries this Land to her beloved daughters and sons. Agree! Disagree! But Live. Breathe again!

Then~ she drifts off and away from you. The image dissipates. The Land dissolves.

"Where is she? Where is Egypt? Where did the Land go?" you cry.

Were you really there in her arms, or were you off somewhere, lamenting this or that? This one, that one. But he is your brother! And she... your sister!

In your absence,

She returned to an empty bed.

For without all her children to cradle, she sleeps alone.

And there, in that cold empty bed, she passed away.

While waiting in dark ashes for your tender Kiss of Life.