Isis was back in the land of black sand. She stood beside her long dead ancestor, Hatshepsut at the base of the slope leading to Hatshepsut's mortuary temple carved into the stone cliffs on the west bank of the Nile. They have never met, and yet Isis knows her, she has always known her.
She understands now that Hatshepsut has always been with her, beyond her sight. When the sun travels west under the earth it goes to the Duat. The Duat is beneath us, under us, beside us always. This is where Hatshepsut is, this is where Isis is now: the Neter World.
They walk side by side up the ramp to the temple, no winds blow and the stars above them are silent. Isis looks up and she can see, in the sky, the swell of the seas as though they are under the black water of the world's deepest ocean. Strange shadows swim above them in the place where light does not reach.
A river flows from the sea in the sky down to the black sand by their feet. There are thousands of boats on the river, and in each boat is a light, and each light is a soul. Isis looks at each of them, a maiden, a child, a man, a crone. But as she looks at each soul they shift, from child, to adult, to elder. All the things they were, or would have been, all at once.
"I have something to show you, child of my blood." Hatshepsut spoke, her voice abnormally deep, her lips unmoving. She spoke with her mind alone. "The history of my divinity. My conception on the day Amun disguised himself as my father. My destiny to become Pharaoh."
They are within the temple, it was as though they had disappeared in one place and appeared in another. Thought had brought them to the place they were thinking of. Knowingly Hatshepsut said, "Will and desire move you differently in the Neterworld."
"So this is the Neterworld?" Isis asked.
"Yes. The land that runs through us and under us, the land of the Gods. The land of dreams, where the living and the dead walk side by side, as shape and shadow. The timeless, infinite land, a place of what was, what is, what will be and all the things that could. I reside here, in the place where word and deed shape the destiny of the living."
All around Isis are the eyes of Horus, painted eyes that float through the empty space around her head, looking at her, looking within her, looking through her, trying to show her what to see.
They stand together, two women of an ancient bloodline, side by side before the walls of the temple. The paintings are familiar to Isis, she has been here many times before in her waking life.
Hatshepsut is on the walls as a painting, but the paintings are moving. The symbols and art are alive. Isis sees Hatshepsut as a baby, cradled in the arms of Isis, sucking at the breasts of the goddess. To be suckled by a goddess is to be given the milk of divinity, to become one of the gods, to become an immortal. The paintings on the walls prove Hatshepsut's divinity. She was suckled by Isis.
What is written must be true.
Heka, the god of magic, Hu, Sia and Werethekau stand beside the child. Heka places the ankh of life in Hatshepsut's mouth. Hatshepsut has been given life and magic by the Gods. Khnum the potter has shaped the body of the child on his wheel. Hatshepsut is depicted as a boy child, cementing her right to rule. Thutmose II is shown declaring that Hatshepsut is his rightful heir.
"This daughter of mine, Khnumetamun Hatshepsut--may she live!--I have appointed her as my successor upon my throne. She shall direct the people in every sphere of the land; it is she indeed who shall lead you. Obey her words, unite yourselves at her command. May she be eternal!"
What is written must be true.
As they walk down the corridor they can see the story carved into the walls change through time. The child Hatshepsut begins to shine, her black skin is alchemically turned to solid gold. Gold, the colour of divinity. The painted walls shine and come alive, Hatshepsut's name is encircled in a shenu. She is given the title Daughter of Amun, Ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt.
The oracle of Amun is depicted and proclaims it is the will of Amun for his daughter to reign. Amun's words of approval are carved into the walls.
"Welcome my sweet daughter, my favorite, the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, Maatkare, Hatshepsut. Thou art the Pharaoh, taking possession of the Two Lands."
What is written must be true.
Hatshepsut gives Isis the reed brush of a scribe.
"Write your history, write your future."
Suddenly Isis is no longer in the temple, she is in the palace at Thebes, but it is 150 years ago and Hatshepsut has not yet been born. She is standing in the bedchamber of her father Amenhotep. Isis recognises the room, but it is not her father's bedchamber, it belongs to Thutmose I, Hatshepsut's predecessor. Isis can tell from the cartouche that holds his name carved into all the walls. Time has turned backwards.
The Gods stand around the bed. Amun, Atum, Shu, Tefnut, Osiris, Isis, Set, Nephthys, Thoth, Anubis, Neith. They are radiant, mystical, eternal.