Pehernefer: The Authentic Massacre of the Innocent Image Painting Number 103

Much is known about this scribe, a story teller without equal. His titles include

One of the “Great ten of Upper Egypt” (Egyptian: Wer-medj-shemaw)

He who’s under the head of the king (Egyptian: Heri-tep-nesw) (But this is incorrect it should be ‘queen’ – you can’t expect archaeologists to get it ALL right).

Overseer of the treasuries (Egyptian: Imi-ra per-hedj)

Overseer of all royal works (Egyptian: Imi-ra kat-nebet net-nesw)

Overseer of the royal granaries (Egyptian: Imj-ra schenut-nebut inet-nesu)

You can be sure the list goes on (and on) – titles were flung about on the wind. Nothing is known about Pehernefer’s family (that’s because he didn’t have one – except for the Lammasu tribe who took him in after he was abandoned in the Western desert (that’s how he got that title – I told you titles were blown in).  So what does all this have to do with ‘endings and beginnings’? Not much really simply because the Bhubezi Women are STILL trying to find the keys so that nothing ends – or begins in fact.

Pehernefer had this gift thing, given to him by Hatshepsut – who you should all know by now is a Bhubezi Woman – that enabled him to triple-read any scroll given to him.

He could see the current writing, the history of the writing and its place in the future. Right now, sitting at 4pm with an old scroll found (forward time) at the Alexandrian Library, he could hear the same words Lammasu heard – the Red Giraffe and Traveller were at his elbow, pulling him back to sanity.

“GET A GRIP”!

“We have the key”!

Pehernefer

Bhubezi Mythology – At the Gate of All Nations

The Authentic Massacre of the Innocent Image. Painting # 102.

bhubezi-mythology-lamassu-cheryl-penn

Remember this part of the story?

“”Lamassu, for those sufficiently interested was actually the name of Hypatia’s guardian (of COURSE she existed before the Alexandrian library). He protected her like a lion from her beginnings and THAT is where the iconography of his speed and strength occurs. There were a succession of dapper, lion-like men with the strength of bulls who protected the Bhubezi Women, but that’s part of another story”.

Anyway:

When we left him last he was surreptitiously pulling a piece of Erichs map out his Saville row suit pocket, and one glyph in the corner was glowing. Worse, if he had to leave in a hurry, the two Finders were still missing.  The Moor minions were also looking hugely suspicious and all this attention was causing his Man-Face to slip to his older self – the one who tackled the Barbarians who mistreated Hypatia.

How much more…

and suddenly

The Red Giraffe and Traveller   were at his elbow, pulling him back to sanity.

“GET A GRIP”!

“We have the key”!

gateofallnations

I wrote a letter to my love and on the way I dropped it

Part of  Blue Black Semantic and The Curious B series. (The Authentic Massacre of the Innocent Image – Painting number 78).

Cheryl Penn Asemic Writing

Blue-Black Semantic had been stationery for over 2 days, silently evaluating the person of Probability Theory. As a random subset of  Planes in the Boolean Fields, it was difficult to set activity parameters for further moves forwards (or backwards for that matter). The Continuum of Percolation was serving no one any good, least of all  Curious B.

That’s the difficulty with theoretical bounds of information capacity – the Grammar Rules were unruly and generally extremely excitable (something to do with compound possession?).  Further problems were alternative subjects and verb agreement – no wonder the Curious B had wandered off with a tattered and battered map indicating overlapping sets of realisations.