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Like scrambled eggs
is the intentional mix
of Egypt’s ancient history
to hide and bury her truths
in truly confusing mysteries
throughout the Ages past.
The false claims of Kings-
like who built the Great Pyramids,
the ‘erasing’ of Names,
the hiding of things once known
with seeds of deception sown.
Many Muslims, Christians and Jews
all played such games
for agendas all their own too.
Little ‘Saba’ on the Arabian coast,
rich port and ‘trading post’
paid tributes, loyal to Egypt,
profiting her long ago
when Hatshepsut, ‘the seated woman’,
sat on the royal throne.
That Queen, even of Saba,
Hatshepsut (Sheba) empowered then
by recognized ‘right’ as ‘might’,
(as when Queen Elizabeth
in modern days reigned),
sought trade, not war and conquest,
for Egypt’s peaceful gain.
Upper and Lower Egypt,
Nubia, Ethiopia, Somalia
and Africa’s many ports
of then extensive trade,
a powerful Empire made.
Hatshepsut was Queen
and ruled as Pharaoh too.
Of Egyptian and Nubian blood,
her skin a sun-tan brown,
attractive with dark eyes and hair,
intelligent and adventurous,
Hatshepsut desired her own heir,
not that of another’s heir.
Her wise men heard of Solomon,
King of the ‘Land of Punt’,
the Holy Land called ‘Punt’,
and told her of this King
with many ‘foreign’ wives,
the bonds of foreign trade.
A rich and handsome King,
intelligent and wise,
he’d grown richer day by day
through many ‘trade relations’,
through caravans from far away,
through trading ships with cargoes
(fleets of ships like Hiram of Tyre’s,
Phoenician ships and others
linked like a band of brothers),
through business and commerce contracts,
forerunners of those today.
Though ‘Punt’ was far away,
though she was richer by far,
Hatshepsut chose Solomon-
her personal ‘trade mission’,
for marriage and a royal heir.
She brought with her exotic gifts,
a glimpse of things to trade.
She brought architects and artisans,
entertainers and exotic animals,
spices and healing herbs,
all manner of desirable objects
artistically, skilfully made.
With finery, perfumes and poems,
Sheba stayed with him for a while
in feasting and regal splendour,
a royal marriage and celebration,
Solomon’s seal a marriage bond
and most important to her of all-
the gift of that special wish-
her own heir to her royal throne.
When, at last, she returned
triumphant to her home,
Hatshepsut’s plans were overthrown,
her treasures claimed by others
as their very own-
but her Names are still known.
Her obelisks and grand temple,
the Splendour of Splendours,
unlike Solomon’s temple,
even today still stand.
I ponder this and smile
reading the poems now
all called the ‘Songs of Solomon’,
their love poems of days gone by.
I smile and understand why
such sensitive, ‘political’ history
has been ever so cleverly
served like scrambled eggs.
November 25, 2022
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Turquoise Dreams
I float in turquoise dreams…
turquoise and gold…
water and sun melting into memories
wrapped in gold and turquoise veils…
I am Osiris of the distant dawn,
dismembered and remembered…
I am Isis, divine wife and mother,
co-creator, equal, empowered…
I am Horus, the offspring of vision,
the knowing one who truly sees…
I am the golden history ship
that floats on forgotten turquoise dreams…
lives mythologized in pieces…
civilizations ship-wrecked in sands…
mirages floating in hot, still air…
I bury the staff and rod,
the robes, the spices, the treasures
of gold and turquoise dreams
and wake up with a smile…
What shall I wear today???
(Shelley Audrey Wilson- September, 2006)
A Note To My Previous Post: Owl Tales
‘Owl’ tell you something else.
Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut was part Nubian.
Despite all attempts to erase her name and memory, much of her constructions, relics and artifacts- like her jewellery, still exist (made by her jewellers, though claimed to be that of following rulers, a common practice of inheritance and even grave-robbing by secret royal orders- or royals claiming greatness by falsely putting their name on more ancient structures like Pharaoh Kufu-Cheops- blatantly false claims to the Pyramids.) Even today, Hatshepsut’s love poems written to and with Solomon (called The Songs of Solomon) still exist, though confusingly interpreted now as ‘Holy Scripture’. Well, ‘everything is the meaning we give it’.
This Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut, chosen by her Father and fully Initiated, ruled Upper and Lower Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia, a part of the Arabian Peninsula called Saba (Sheba)…and other Tribute Lands, trading extensively throughout the surrounding areas. She travelled to ‘Punt’, the Egyptian name for ‘the Holy Land, with exotic ‘gifts’- a ‘trade mission’- bringing her ‘entourage’ of highly skilled people, including Architects. Punt, ‘the Holy Land’, had also grown wealthy due to King Solomon’s ‘Wisdom’, his ‘Connections’, through several foreign marriages- alignments to foreign ruling families, and his Business Connections with Hiram of Tyre who owned a fleet of ships profitably transporting cargo between countries.
King Solomon was not as wealthy or powerful as Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut but was considered by her and her advisors as a suitable partner for a royal marriage, offspring and trade connections. All of this infuriated his powerful priests, his court and many others, as with the powerful families and priests- those power structures- of her lands. Yes, all of this became ‘translated’ into the supposed Anger of God in ‘the Holy Land’ and the Anger of the ‘Gods’ in Egypt. It became a mystery for scholars to ponder for centuries, for others to create myths or tamper with evidence and dates, and for tourist guides to repeat like gossip for a pay-check.
There’s ‘nothing new under the sun’ where Competing Powers are concerned, though most of us ‘don’t give a hoot’ unless we’re personally impacted. Many were, many still are…
Truly, we are a very young Species.
November 5, 2021
Shelley Wilson
The cartouche on my weaving is my name Shelley in hieroglyphics. A more suitable way to sign my work, I thought. I have more souvenirs I could add ( like the eternal life ankhs) but felt ‘less is more’ for this woven piece.
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