“Osiris… Anubis… The underworld is yours
Osiris… Anubis… I put my soul in your hands.”
so thats why i get whiffs of incense out of nowhere.. O_O
I remember smelling very nice scent in the Louvre museum. There’s a hall with big statue of Amun; and a white votive stela for Djehuty near it. I thought about some kind of Presence there in this hall, but guessed that there might be a mundane reason such as french lady with a strong perfume passing by, recently :)
Anyway, this was the hall in Louvre where I felt most reverence, even more than in the hall where the kar-shrines (naoi) of different Netjeru are collected.
What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
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| — | Egyptian Book of the Dead (via beachyhouse) |
