(Justice, Lamed)

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"Thoth came provided with his magic power."

• The Sorrows of Isis

"Saith Horus, the son of Isis: I have come to thee Un-nefer, [and] I have brought to thee, Osiris, Ani. His heart is right, coming forth from the balance, not sinned hath it against god any [or] goddess any. Hath weighed it Thoth according to the decree uttered by the cycle of the gods unto him; [it is] true [and] righteous very."

• Book of the Dead, Papyrus of Ani, plate IV.

Only one person reported nothing but vague sensations during the second session. Most had something of interest to report. Different people were taken to different types of 'ships' and met different types of beings. Paramdat explained that whom you saw depended on your own spiritual background and heritage.

One devout Christian couple had religious type experiences, meeting Jesus with a retinue of angels. The lady with the long hair reported being in a forest with a group of fairies that showed her some of the secrets of plants.

Noah's report, as expected, was rather cryptic. He said he found himself inside a crystal structure. There he met some beings with feathery headdresses that reminded him of Mayan time lords. Light beams would shine in through the lattice of the crystals. The beings would twist their heads slightly. The feathers in the headdresses vibrated, shimmering and diffracting the light rays. In a lower dimension, various objects and events would correspondingly manifest or de-manifest along with these movements.

Ky was taken into a small saucer-shaped craft and shown details of a drive mechanism. Counter rotating magnetic fields could be adjusted to various speed ratios to alter the effects of gravity locally.

Rivah's report was really strange. She found herself walking with a camel caravan on a high pamir. It was very cold. They came to a steep ridge of mountains. A giant rock door in the sheer cliff wall swung in to reveal a great cave. The drivers, who looked like Kyrgyz, led the caravan into the cave and swung the door shut. The large anteroom of the tunnel was lit indirectly by an unseen source. The drivers unloaded the mysterious baggage from the camels and motioned her over to a device like the air scooter in 'Return of the Jedi.' She got on and the scooter activated, taking her on a wild ride through a labyrinth of branching tunnels. The walls of the tunnels were all smooth and glassy and reflected the same lambent light as the antechamber. After zooming along for some time on the scooter's automatic guidance system through caverns measureless to man, the scooter suddenly stopped, and she found herself in a chamber that was bare except for a desk at one end. A man with a stern visage sat behind the desk. His body was stocky, his face round, with high cheekbones that almost pushed into his piercing dark oriental eyes that had crow's feet radiating from their outer corners. His nose was unusually large, and his ear lobes were long. His hair was black, slightly graying around the edges. He had a thin mustache and a short wispy beard. He looked her straight in the eyes and said, "You have come here with the intention to change what is. You are deluded. What is must first be." He pressed a button on his desk, and before she even had time to react, she blacked out. The next thing she heard was Paramdat asking her to take a deep breath.

When the discussion finished, we took a potty break, and then Dymphna guided us on one final short session. Before starting the session, she had us each take a few moments to decide something we would like to become or to change in our lives, and formulate it as a simple phrase. Then we all lay down around the Gate, heads facing in, as in the first session. The Gate itself was empty. The music she used was Aeoliah's 'Angel Love.' As the day's light faded into evening, Dymphna guided us through Yoga Nidra visualization, bringing us deeply in touch with our physical bodies and into a state of extremely relaxed wakeful sleep. Then she told us to bring the phrase we had created to mind and visualize it as a reality. I visualized finding a solution to the IT problem.

At the end of the session we all felt relaxed and complete.

After hugs and good-byes David, his girlfriend, and the two couples left, but Noah, Ky Rivah, and myself stayed for dinner with Stan, Kerry, Paramdat, and Dymphna. The food was simple and vegetarian, with an artichoke salad, Kerry's special recipe tofu-burgers, and a tomato and green pepper salsa stuffed in home-baked pitta bread. Then Kerry served us a delicious licorice based herbal tea. After dinner Paramdat and Dymphna decided to turn in early and went upstairs. The rest of us shifted into the living room for more conversation.

Stan told us how he had been in the business of mining and minerals for years. He prospected some uranium, but mostly specialized in platinum and rare earth metals. At one point he said, he controlled most of the world's supply of platinum. He didn't go into details about the rare earth metals except to mention that they were used a lot in 'advanced materials,' an exciting field that he felt was going to revolutionize our lives with a vast new array of substances and products. He worked closely with the Japanese, especially a very large company called Kyocera - Kyoto Ceramics. This company is mostly unknown to Westerners. Its CEO, Mr. Inamori, is considered one of the most creative individuals in Japan. A large portion of the brand name electronic products from Japan are actually OEM assembled and contain components manufactured by Kyocera, Stan told us. Inamori has created a giant octopus that stays invisible in the background of Japan's high-tech industry, silently manipulating everything. Their original specialty was fine ceramics, which they made in the shadow of the Zen temples of old Kyoto. Then they discovered the ceramic aspect of electronic components. From there they moved into office automation and telecommunications, also working closely with Japan's aerospace program, which is very advanced, very secretive, and not limited by demands of a military budget, because Japan, nominally at least, has had no significant military presence since World War II. Imagine where the resources from our monstrous trade deficit with Japan might be going, suggested Stan with a smile. He mentioned that Kyocera also developed ceramic applications in medical equipment, and even ceramic engines. But he felt that their main thrust now seemed to be telecommunications, aerospace, and advanced materials.

Stan picked up a little statue of a Tibetan deity, the personalized form of Dorjee, and handed it to me. "Here," he said. "See if you can scratch or mar that."

I took out my Swiss army camping knife and tried to augur into it. The blade just slid off. "Don't be shy," he said with a smile. I walked over to the stone fireplace and rubbed it vigorously on the roughest stone I could find. Nothing happened. Stan explained, "That statue is coated with diamond. A layer of thin film deposition just a few atoms thick makes Mr. Thunderbolt as tough as a solid diamond. And that's just common everyday old carbon. We are doing a lot of classified work with the military to develop applications of rare earth metals. We use them to dope nano-scale chips and for room temperature superconductors. The development curve is so fast now that these things will soon trickle down into the private sector."

I recalled our afternoon discussion about the secret government and its relations with Grays and other alien groups. Paramdat had mentioned that a lot of the dark side activity was concentrated in the Four Corners area; Colorado Springs to the east; just to the south, Los Alamos, near where the Dulce and Aztec incidents occurred; below that Alamogordo, White Sands, and notorious Roswell. To the west was Nellis, with Area 51, Indian Springs and the old nuclear test sites. There was Luke in Arizona and the training grounds that covered a large portion of the inner desert regions of southern California. These known areas were the centers for the development and testing of highly classified advanced weaponry as our country readied itself for the wars of the 21st century and the security issues of the space age galactic encounters. What spooky caverns unknown and measureless to public man honeycombed these numerous mountain ranges? One could only speculate.

Stan stood abruptly. "Kerry and I are going to bed early tonight. We have to take Paramdat and Dymphna to the airport very early in the morning. They are flying to Germany where they'll lead a week long intensive at another Stargate location. That course will train new facilitators to operate other Stargates that they are positioning around the world in special locations."

Kerry handed a key to Noah, saying, "We have a couple of extra bedrooms in the 'downstairs' house. You are welcome to make yourselves at home if you want to stay for the night. Take your time and relax. Also, you're welcome to soak in the hot spring tub. That's in the back behind the double doors. It's actually a cave. Have fun. Just pull the door locked when you leave."

We thanked them and gathered our packs. We stepped out from the living room onto the deck. Noah and Ky had some bags down in the car, so they went down first. We said goodbye to our hosts, thanking them for the day's event, the lovely meals, and their hospitality to let us stay over. Then the lift came back up and it was our turn to step in and rattle down the cliff.

On the way down I asked Rivah what she thought of Noah's friend, Ky.

"She seems kind of remote. Keeps to her self. Doesn't say much," replied Rivah.

"Yes," I agreed, and continued to express my feeling. "And when she spoke during the discussions today, I got the impression that she was pretending. What I mean is, the experience she reported - like her saucer trip - sounded like she had read it in a book - you know, Drunvalo stuff - and was telling it as if it was hers. It seemed like she was unwilling to share what was really going on for her and just said something that would be acceptable."

"I wonder what she's hiding. Can we speak openly in her presence with Noah about Sabutai and the IT project?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe she's just afraid to be wrong. I'll check with Noah."

When the lift stopped, we noticed that we could also exit from the unlocked side door directly into the house. The lift doors were locked and unlocked from switches at the two houses or remote controls. The key apparently was for another door. The downstairs building was much smaller than upstairs and very simply appointed. Along the lift side was a kitchenette and dining area opening out into a living area. On the opposite side were two small bedrooms and a small bathroom with a sink and stool. Bathing evidently took place in the tub room behind the double doors.

By the time Rivah and I entered the house, Noah and Ky had already stowed their bags in the front bedroom and were waiting for us with towels in hand ready to try out the hot spring, so we put our packs in the back room. Two large bath towels hung behind the door. We grabbed them and headed out to the bath. The double doors in the back were also unlocked. (I guess the key doesn't go here either.) I let the ladies go in first and pulled Noah aside for a moment to check on Ky. He told me she was an old friend familiar with intelligence operations and would be OK to hear anything we said. So I let it go at that, and we went in through the double doors.

We found ourselves in a square changing vestibule with a bench along each of the rock walls and embedded hooks hanging clothes. When the ladies stepped into the area, their body motion automatically turned on the lighting system. The air inside was warm and humid with that same slight sulphurous smell we had detected earlier coming from the stream outside.

Beyond the changing area we could see the large tub steaming. The tub area was colorfully decorated in the Egyptian style. A long mural began its first panel on the left wall of the changing area and ran the length of the room, wrapping around for a final panel on the far wall. Its pastel orange background with a yellow border displayed life-size figures of Egyptians and their gods. The people wore pure white robes. The gods wore white kilts with yellow pleated gauze overlays. Armbands and broad necklaces adorned the upper torsos of the gods. Columns of hieroglyphs painted in black surrounded the figures, depending from the top of the wall scroll like stalactites. The wall opposite the tub also had a smaller wall mural, done in similar colors, but with striking green papyrus reeds..

The tub itself lay along the left wall under the mural. The tub was beautifully tiled and contoured into the shape of a giant sarcophagus with its head toward the far wall and feet toward us. Standing on the right side of the far wall about fifteen feet tall, and carved in relief out of the cliff rock was a mock sarcophagus lid, beautifully sculpted and painted in bright colors over a white background. At the top a painted pharaonic face with a beard and cowl stared out. A broad neckband that extended well down onto the chest of the mummy reminded me of necklaces worn by the Native American Warriors. Girdling the waist of the giant lid was a broad band depicting in small scale a scene similar to the mural, but rearranged so that the final panel was centered in the middle of the lid's belly. Below that were more columns of glyphs reaching down to the foot of the lid, which had another band on which a scene vaguely similar to the central panel was painted. This lower panel, however, was oddly oriented upside down!

"What are we going to do, soak in embalming fluid?" asked Noah with a laugh.

"I don't care," said Rivah. "I'm going to get in there and study the murals while I percolate."

She stripped down and headed toward the tub. We followed her lead. I noticed that Noah's chest had as much hair as his arms. I also noticed that Ky, although in her late forties, had the body of a twenty-five year old. For an oriental, her breasts were surprisingly large. She showed no embarrassment at disrobing with us. Her matter-of-fact manner reflected intimacy with the Japanese tradition of family style bathing.

The tub was about three feet deep and was inset into a concrete platform that rose six inches off the floor. There were six little bamboo stools along the floor by the edge of the platform and various soaps, sponges, and ladles. We all squatted on the floor Japanese style and soaped up and then rinsed off by dipping water from the tub and sloshing it over us with the ladles. Then we climbed into the tub. There was a ledge going around under the water so we could sit. The water was constantly being replenished from the spring at the head and overflowed from a spout at the feet.

"What do you make of the murals, Rivah?" asked Noah.

[Chamber Murals]

"The one on the far right over here is Nut, Goddess of the Sky. She gave birth to all these other gods.

[Nut]

"To the left of it across from us is the baby Horus being suckled by his mother Isis in the papyrus swamps, like Moses with Pharoah's daughter in the Bible. That is Thoth with the ibis beak standing by. There were four brothers and sisters: Osiris, Set, Isis, and Nephthys. Osiris married Isis, and Set married Nephthys. Out of jealousy - some think it was a desire to have Isis - Set murdered his brother, Osiris, and dismembered him. The grief-stricken Isis was afraid Set would also kill her newborn son, Horus, so she hid with him in the papyrus swamps. Thoth, the one with the bird's head and holding the ankh, protected them there and restored Horus to life when he nearly died from being stung by a team of deadly scorpions sent after him by Set. Some versions of the story claim that Horus was conceived by Isis miraculously, like Jesus, after the death of Osiris."

[Baby Horus]

"They had complicated personal relations in those days," commented Noah with a laugh.

"The mural on the other side is from the Book of the Dead, isn't it?" I suggested.

"Yes, it's the classic representation of the Egyptian view of how justice is meted out to the deceased. See on the left in the first panel by the bench the dead man and his wife are about to enter the Hall of Justice. The next section is the Hall of Justice, running up to the waist of our watery sarcophagus. Here are two little birth goddesses, and in front of them are the soul and embryo and the destiny of the deceased. On a balcony above is the company of the gods sitting as witnesses. The center of attention in this part of the mural is the balance of Justice."

"Hey, that's our letter Lamed, and the scales of the trump card, Justice," I exclaimed.

"It sure looks like it," agreed Rivah, and then continued speaking as she pointed out aspects of the mural. "Here is Thoth standing by to oversee the weighing of the heart in the balance. The heart is in one pan balanced against a feather in the other pan. The heart is shaped like a little jar. The feather is an emblem for the Hebrew letter Yod, which generates all the letters, remember? The idea is that the heart should be as light as a feather, (or perhaps as light as a single seed letter,) not weighed down by heavy thoughts and words. Thoth, the inventor of writing, serves as scribe and records the results of the weighing ceremony on a tablet with a brush. His name in Egyptian is Tehuti. Interestingly, Ta#haT in Hebrew means 'under.' 'Teh' in Egyptian means 'low.' And 'tekh' means the weight used on the Egyptian scales. Thoth is lord of the netherworld. (And by the way, our word 'nether' is the Egyptian word 'neteru,' which means 'god.') The brush and tablet held by Thoth also make an L shape just like the balance.

"The jackal-headed or dog-headed figure kneeling under the balance is Anubis. In Egyptian his name is Anpu. He adjusts and lubricates the little Tekh weight on the tongue of the balance so that the measurement is accurate. On the other hand, the dog-headed monkey on top of the balance is a transformation of Thoth. He sits right on the fulcrum where he can cause quantum mischief to skew the measurements. The crocodile-leopard-hippo monster behind Thoth and over the belly region of the tub - that's Am-mit, the chief minion of Set. He is there to devour the dead, those who are found wanting in the balance. Sbek, the Nile crocodile god was known for feeding on the flesh of dead animals. As Shai he specialized in eating the hearts of the dead."

[Mural of Thoth and Anubis]

"The next frame shows the hawk-headed god, Horus, doesn't it?" I interrupted, to show I knew a little bit of Egyptian mythology.

"That's right," said Rivah. "He holds the hand of the dead man and introduces him into the presence of his father, Osiris. Here at the corner the justified candidate kneels at the entrance to the throne room - behind the head of the tub - where Osiris sits holding his flail and crook and scepter staff, attended by his sisters, Isis and Nephthys."

[Mural of Horus, Osiris, Isis, and Nephthys]

"But according to what you told us about the suckling mural over there, wasn't Osiris already dead?" I broke in again, this time confused.

"Yep," said Noah with a wild laugh. "If you look closely at old Osiris there, you'll see he's not only Horus's daddy, he's also a mummy. His skin looks a little green at the gills there, too, and the ladies are propping him up so he doesn't fall over."

Rivah explained, "In this mural Osiris has already been resurrected from the dead. Set chopped him up into fourteen pieces and put them all over the place. Those four little guys perched on the lotus in front of Osiris are the sons of Horus. They represent the four directions of space in which the organs of Osiris were dispersed. Later they put these figures on the canopic jars that contained the inner organs of the mummies. Anyway, Isis and Nephthys carefully found all the pieces of Osiris but one and sewed them back together. Then Thoth used his ankh of immortality to bring Osiris back to life. The wrappings and greenish complexion show that he is the resurrected Osiris."

"What was the missing piece?" I asked.

Noah leaned over to me and said with mock confidentiality, "He lost his manhood, his Siring apparatus."

It seemed to me that Ky was trying very hard to look inscrutable at this point.

"Wow," I said. "Now I'm getting something here. See how the mural is laid out along the hot tub sarcophagus? That tells it all."

"What tells it all?" asked Rivah, her curiosity suddenly piqued.

"The whole mural tells us a story about the physiology. I don't think it is merely about raising the dead. I think it is about raising the level of the here and now. The mural is an Egyptian comic book version of Tantric yoga. See how the man enters the hall with his wife, who by the way is quite good looking . . . . So is he for that matter. They are going to practice sexual yoga. Thoth is the guide instructing them in the fine art. You mentioned a connection with the word 'tekh,' having to do with weights and measures. I wonder if Thoth is the origin of tech-nology, archi-tec-ture, tex-tiles, and tex-ts? What's more, in his transformation as the dog-headed monkey he's like the dog on the Fool card, messing with the balance to keep the process from being too serious. See him there on top of the fulcrum. With the tip of his toe he can manipulate the whole thing. Maybe that keeps the weighing process itself light-hearted.

"Anubis is like the prostate gland lubricating the process, the way he's adjusting the little bob there on the tongue. The two ladies are maybe his testicles, and then a little cartoon figure of his sperm uniting a soul and a body into offspring. When our sexual yogi gets to Horus, he has grown mature. That is the throat chakra. The next frame shows him with graying hair, but his crown chakra is open. Osiris is the third eye, and the array of hooded cobras and solar disks above his head depict the opening of the thousand-petal lotus through the orgasmic blast of enlightenment."

"I see what you are getting at," said Rivah. "And there are lots of Hebrew letters in this mural, now that you mention it. Thoth and the balance represent Lamed; see the scale glyph over there. The monkey is Qoph, and he sits on the tongue of the scale. Anubis is Nun. The feather, which is the symbol of Maat, Truth, is the letter Yod. Maat is Thoth's consort. The heart glyph is pronounced 'ab' in Egyptian. That word forms the first two letters of our AlphaBet. In Hebrew heart is LeBh, or L-eBh, 'guide to the home.' Horus is #heth. Osiris is Oayn; see the eye starting his name at the top of the cartouche. In Egyptian it's pronounced As-ar. 'ShaR in Hebrew means a king or leader. In Egyptian 'ar is the eye glyph and means to make or give form to. 'As' is the throne glyph. 'As-ti' is Isis in Egyptian, and means a successor or deputy who stands in. (Maybe like the support of $amekh and the Empress?) Isis had to stand in for Osiris after he was murdered. Osiris, the King is holding the letters Heh, Vav, and Zayn."

Noah commented, "If your hunch that writing is a key element in the IT problem, maybe we better find out more about this character Thoth. The Egyptians credit him with the invention of writing."

"That's right," said Rivah. "And he also has to do with immortality, and the power of life, and the phallus. . . . Hey, look! There are four big red headed phalluses over here where the candidate kneels. Those are actually canopic jars, but they sure look like lingams to me."

"And look at the big red one coming right out the top of his head, too," added Noah.

"OK, wait. I'm going to get some perspective on this," I said climbing out of the pool and stepping back against the papyrus swamp mural. "Remember we were talking about the Kabbalists and the symbolism of the chakra system in the menorah, and how it shows the bilateral symmetry of the upper and lower branches around the central branch of the heart chakra. We have a giant watery pharoah lying here. Let's look at the whole system on the mural as a map of the chakra system and see what we get."

Rivah climbed out and joined me. The other two stayed in the water and sat on the side toward us, facing the mural.

I was excited and moved about gesticulating. I must have looked funny, and very primitive, standing buck-naked in a cave waving my arms and pointing at a rock mural. But I was in professor mode and paid no heed. "Starting from the outside, see there's a pair of females at each end framing the Hall of Justice. Isis and Nephthys would be the lobes of the brain forming the physical basis of the crown chakra. The two little birth goddesses are the two testicles, forming the physical basis for the root chakra. Next, over here, we have Osiris representing the eye looking in the four directions - the children of Horus -, and then down here, we have Thoth with his whole balance complex representing the genital chakra. Thoth himself stands right on the pubic chakra. Moving in to the next level we have over here Horus announcing the candidate, that's the job of the throat chakra. His opposite down there is this strange hybrid beast that looks like a kaleidoscope of emotions - anger, greed, and so forth."

"The crocodile and hippopotamus are totem animals of Set," Rivah interrupted.

"See the little swirl in the middle of the beast. I'll bet that's the navel chakra. Now, will you look at that this? Here's the weird part. There's no heart chakra! It's like one of those Aztec rituals. The heart has been taken out, . . . and moved down here and put in the balance. You see? . . . . They put the heart into the genital chakra!"

Rivah interrupted again. "Are you suggesting that the balance in the genital chakra is a small 'scale' model of the chakra system as a whole? If we see that as a balance, then the heart chakra becomes the fulcrum weighing the lower chakras against the upper ones, or vice versa. At any rate, balancing them . . . in that case the monkey sits at the fulcrum in the heart chakra position. The heart is in the lower chakra pan, and the feather is in the higher chakra pan. Thoth's name means 'low.' So you put the heart down into the low physical chakras and then balance it with the light feather of the higher mental chakras in order to get Truth! That's Thoth's beloved, Maat. The candidate's beloved is this lady carrying an ankh modified to look like a $amekh. She's the candidate's consort."

"There's more," I chortled. "Thoth is a bird, an ibis with a fine tuned beak. Birds have feathers and fly. So the feather or wing is a natural shakti consort for a bird. And there's also this little bird that you said is the candidate's soul, perched on a little house - the letter Beth - the body that houses the soul."

"Right," said Rivah. "In pictures of the funeral of Osiris a hawk often hovers over the bier. That's his soul."

I continued. "So this is some of that flipping that Zhao told us to look out for. Most people want to get very spiritual and relate their hearts to God and angels and stuff like that. But if we're even vaguely on track here, this comic book tells us to put our hearts down into the depths, the real low stuff, and lighten it all up, maybe even with a little monkey business. Specifically it suggests getting into the low end of survival and sex issues, the areas around which most people have the most denial and resistance."

"That's the tough area of taboo and instinct," commented Noah, "where security is tight, and everything is classified top secret. It gets spooky in there."

"And, you know, that is where there are lots of protocols, noted Ky, who had been listening silently for some time.

"You mean, if a pack of predators suddenly encounters a herd of grazers, what are they all going to do? And for a civilization of lions to coexist symbiotically with a civilization of lambs, there have to be certain protocols for their joint survival," said Noah thoughtfully.

Rivah turned and faced the giant lid. "Well, I'm ready to check this one out. Give me a boost so I can examine the top scroll. It's over my head."

[The Sarcophagus Lid]

The bottom of the panel was about a foot and a half over my head. So to get her up roughly to eye level with it, I knelt down and let her sit on my shoulders. Then I carefully raised myself up. She was heavy, but I enjoyed the firm feel of her wet, warm body, especially the squishy lips and tickly fur of her moist quim pressing against the back of my neck. I grasped her thighs to steady her and moved close to the lid.

She reported to us: "Hmmm. The left panel is Thoth guiding the candidate. The right-hand panel, which corresponds to the mummy's left side where his heart would have been, shows Anubis operating the balance with the heart and feather. A little dog with an erect red penis is down at the foot of the scale, and the little Thoth monkey sits right on top of the fulcrum. Anubis is reaching out to a small woman, who may be a birth goddess or possibly the candidate's lover, or possibly Maat, since the feather is right next to her in the pan. The central panel shows Osiris on his throne with the crook and flail crossed over his chest. As in the big mural he has his crown with two feathers. He faces the four direction gods standing erect in their usual mummy form on a little table. Horus stands opposite Osiris holding the tablet that Thoth has inscribed and announces the candidate who kneels before the throne. Actually - wait a minute - in the middle between Horus and Osiris is a serpent. Its tail is on the edge of the throne dais, and it wiggles up to the top of the panel, dividing the panel into two halves. The candidate is reaching out, presumably in a gesture of submission to Osiris, but also he is almost touching the serpent's genital area. That's strange! And over the panel on each side are large wiggly cobras arched up with their hoods open, the same symbolism we saw in the canopy over the mural throne . . .

"OK, put me down. By the way, there's a seam running across the bottom of the panel."

As I knelt down again to let her dismount, I said, "And not only that, right in the middle of the glyph texts below the panel, right over where the mummy's genitals would be, is the glyph sequence for Osiris. And the eye glyph has a keyhole in its iris. Does that mean that this is a door?"

Rivah got off and turned to Noah: "And is that where the key Stan gave you goes?"

"Yep," said Noah laconically, wearing his classified poker face. "That's Pandora's Box."

"Well, I want to go in there," said Rivah firmly. "But first I'm going to take a look at the bottom panel on this lid." She turned back to the lid. "And, wow, will you look at this! The eye and throne can be written in either order: As-ar or Ar-as, though the tradition always reads it as As-ar, the eye in the head and the eye in the arse. And on both sides of that glyph is a row of nine Maats with different titles. There must be manifold truth in that little key-hole!"

Noah laughed, and I counted the Maats to make sure.

Rivah got down on all fours. Her butt waved in the air, showing off her fine furry muff as she studied the panel. "Won't do." She got down on the floor on her back and drew her feet up, splaying her knees and arching her back. Her twat gaped wide open, and she bobbed up and down. I couldn't help laughing. "Nope." She got up again and stood with her back to the lid facing us and then bent over, so that her head hung down to her ankles. Her butt-hole was just under the keyhole eye of the Osiris glyph. "There we go," she said. I laughed harder. Noah was in stitches, and even Ky covered her mouth and had a hard time keeping a straight face.

Rivah reported: "This bottom panel looks like Set sitting on a throne holding a power scepter. Behind him stands his consort, Nephthys. In front of him stands the candidate wearing a gauzy garment wrapped loosely around him. His penis juts out. He has an erection. Above Set's chamber panel - of course it's upside down - there is a pair of jackals, a symbol of Set. I wish I could read the glyphs better, but I'm afraid I can't. It's funny. Set murdered Osiris. He broke all the taboos of family ties: respect for life, sexual restraints, you name it. He and Horus had a great aerial dogfight in which supposedly Horus lost and eye and Set lost his testicles. Then Set was banished. But here's the candidate visiting Set in this upside down panel, and he's getting a hard on."

"I wonder why they are upside down?" I said. It's almost like there's the top panel with one viewpoint, and then the bottom panel has another viewpoint, and in the middle lies a lot of truth."

"Yeah," said Rivah straightening up and turning back around. "And I'm ready to find out that truth. Let's open up Pandora's Box!"

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