The following is an excerpt from my unfinished manuscript (written in the mid 1990’s) on the life of Thoth Raismes of Aphra, entitled Journey of the Beloved. I have some of this in my Spirit Mythos archive site, and all which I wrote on Beloved is available in my SUBSCRIBERS PORTAL within the Vault of Thoth.
The people jostled in expectation as Raismes stepped forward. He wore a white linen robe, edged
in purple. Around his waist was the girdle of Toth-Mus-Zurud. The talisman of the Solar Legion
was about his neck, and a band of golden weave encircled his forehead, covering the three red
dots of his birth mark. He wore his hair long, with a braid down the left side, the rest of his locks
flowing just below the shoulders. His eyes were piercing yet infinitely kind. The mass of people
gasped as one body. He was beautiful to behold. His whole presence bespoke unquestioned
authority and regal grace. The people before him became silent, awestruck by what they saw and
experienced. They had been among the Sun Born before, yet this man was a being apart. In those
moments of silence, the descending sun settled about the shoulders of Thoth as a dove would rest
its wings on the yoke of an anointed host. The smoke of rose-colored clouds turned lavender and
then violet, as a gentle breeze blew. It was a moment all wished to remember unto eternity.
Among the crowd were Raismes’ family, including Astara Maia and Lhasa. These women who
loved him as son and brother felt their hearts break into many small, exquisitely shaped pieces,
each reflecting the sunset behind their Beloved. Every scent and sign of the encroaching evening
they savored in their breast, as a testament to the instant in eternity which now overcame their
souls with wonder.
Just then, a voice called out from among the people. It was a small, almost whining voice, which
grated upon the ear. “You who stand there in your fine robes and jewels,” croaked the gnome-shapend man attached to the accusing utterance, “you are an impostor! I have seen the Great and Mighty Thoth. You are an impostor, I say! For he who is Thoth is already among us. We have no need of a lesser god, when the greater is at our stead!”
Heads turned, some in shock and others in foreboding, to see a small man with toadish features.
He was slightly humped in the shoulders and he now squinted as if he preferred darkened places
to the light of day. All that could be heard by a few was his wheezing, tense breathing. He
suddenly realized that he was in possession of an audience, and at first this gave him pause. Then
he took on the persona of one who had waited all his life for just such a moment. He drew a deep,
ragged breath and proceeded. “I, Huskholi, have met both men and I say that the Thoth dwells
not in this one. He is great within Babbet el Hafharen, who is of the Suden country (Syria). He
works glorious miracles and is a fierce fire brand of spirit and might. It is he to whom you must
turn, for he is the savior of this world which has begotten us so poorly. Thoth Babbet promises all
who come to him, a better reward.
All the while Huskholi was rasping his feverish speech, Thoth Raismes was as still as a marbled
column of the temple. His countenance remained brilliant, his eyes two vessels of golden-blue
light. Huskholi’s fierce projections paled before Thoth’s simple grace. He was both the Lion and
the Lamb. They were at peace within him, and no tirade of words could impale him upon the
sword; for he was the sword from out of the mouth of the gentled beast.
There was no more to be said. Huskholi suddenly looked as if he had swallowed a fish bone. He
clamped his jaws shut, moved his eyes nervously from side to side, and decided that his retreat
would be imminent. All faces turned toward the Thoth as if the small toad-like man had never
been. Raismes bent his head ever so slightly for just a moment, and raised one hand to his chin,
as if he wished to catch a falling tear. But no tears were visible. When he lifted his head once
again, all watched as his eyes became crystal with an inner resolve. He parted his lips to speak,
then smiled faintly, and looked to the heavens, now lit with the many stellar spheres of the
firmament. A shooting star grazed the edge of the sky. It shimmered as a stone cast upon water,
racing into the depths of the cosmic sea. In that instant, those present saw a veil of light surround
the Thoth in azure blue. It then departed as swiftly as the falling star of the Eternal Way. Thoth
Raismes looked back upon the people. His ensuing words bore fruit upon their weighty limbs,
and the assembled knew the ripeness of his soul was their’s to harvest.
He said unto them, I know thee who art among thy dwelling, who visits the secret places of the
soul and who longs for the company of angels. I know the one within who stands at the gate
while others pass through and burns with a fire ravaging all things undone in this world. I witness
thee who art taken down into the depths of the craven tangle where fear lies in wait and
scavenges upon the bones of less hearty pilgrims.
I am beside thee who climbs with diligent step to the heights of mountains and finds there only
the frozen thoughts of men who have ascended before thee. I am thee; and I say unto thee now,
there is no place that ye may seek out the Flame but in thine own sanctuary. All else is but a
trivial aside to the golden moment of truth within. Know this, and ye shall find thy masters and
savants at the feet of the indwelling spirit that resides in all souls and in all universes of
And thus that day of revelation came to a masterful closing. It expired upon the lips of a mortal
world as it chanted the song of angels; and Thoth Raismes of Aphra became a single note lifting
in perfect melody on the winds of an eventide long ago.