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BunniHoTep and the Lost Children

Once upon a time BunniHoTep was sitting on the Temple Porch playing with some beads that Isis had given her, streams of coral and carnelian and lapis glowing quietly in the afternoon sunlight. The Priestesses were off somewhere doing their jobs and she was alone slowly meditating on how she would use the beads, maybe a collar or a belt.

She heard a low thundering coming toward the Temple. She stopped and listened. She was wondering what the noise was when Ammit’s head popped around the pillars at the end of the porch. “Ammit! What are you doing here? Aren’t you usually helping Ma’at now?” BunniHoTep asked.

“Yes, but she thought you could help us. We’re missing some souls that need weighing. They were due hours ago and Ma’at thinks they’re lost and don’t know they are dead. Ma’at thought that since you were the Finder of Lost Things you could help.” Ammit said breathing heavily and trying to get her breathe. Ammits aren’t built for running.

“What happened to their escort? Don’t you have that escort for them?” said BunniHoTep.

Ammit hung her head. “They weren’t on Anubis’s list. They weren’t supposed to go.”

“How did that happen?” BunniHoTep exclaimed.

“I said they weren’t supposed to die. One of Thoth’s students has been very unhappy and this morning he exploded. He was one of those people that don’t ever notice that other people are reaching out and trying to help them. He took a crossbow and shot a class of younger students. And then he got away and drowned himself in the Nile. Thoth is heartbroken, everyone had tried to help the student but he wouldn’t be helped. It’s so sad when someone won’t let themselves be loved and he hurt all those children too.” Ammit broke down sobbing.

“Ammit, please stop crying and we’ll go look. They are probably still in the classroom. I doubt they’ve gone far if they don’t know they are dead. We can find them.” BunniHoTep said, packing up her beads. ”Let’s go.”

BunniHoTep patted Ammit and they walked hurriedly down Temple Row towards Thoth’s temple. They walked through the Temple, priests and priestesses crying quietly as they cleaned up the damage and the blood. No one had ever done anything like this in a Temple. They had no frame of reference. What had they done wrong? Could they have done something differently? The Temple buzzed with the asked and unasked questions. Ammit and the small goddess moved through the crowd quietly. They hurried to the classroom area and found the bodies of the teacher and the children. BunniHoTep swallowed and choked back tears. She noticed that the seats were still full of children that she could see through.

“Why are you still here? Why haven’t you gone to Ma’at?”

“We’re waiting for our teacher. He left us behind. Why did he leave?” the children asked. They started to cry quietly.

“I don’t think he meant to leave without you. I think he thought you were following him and didn’t know you couldn’t. It’s going to be alright. Do you notice that you can see through the people out in the Temple.” The children nodded. “That’s because you aren’t in their world now. You are in Anubis’s world now. You are safe here. You will never be afraid or be in pain ever again. It will be alright now. Would you line up in a two straight lines and hold hands with your partner?” BunniHoTep took the two lead children’s hands and led them from the Temple and down to Ma’at’s Temple.

Ma’at was waiting at the top of the Temple steps. “Where would you like me to take them.” BunniHoTep asked.

“I don’t need to weigh their hearts. They haven’t lived long enough to know the evil that comes when you get older. Would you lead them to Anubis? He is ready for them. He is taking them to the place where children get to play in the sunshine.” Ma’at looked down and smiled at the children.

BunniHoTep led the children in their crocodile line to where Anubis was waiting. Ma’at hurried over, she’d had an idea. She looked at Anubis and pointed to the clear blue afternoon sky.

BunniHoTep gave the children hugs and kiss on their forehead. “Go with him and be good, won’t you?” The children nodded and turned to follow Anubis. The last child in line turned and waved shyly and followed the rest. BunniHoTep waved back and turned to walk back to her Temple.

Anubis took the children and walked up,up and up into the now twilight sky. He led them round the Great Bear and her child and asked if she would watch over the children. The Great Bear nodded, Yes.

And now when you look up into the deep night sky and see a line of stars that wind in and around the Great Bear and her child you will see a long line of stars. The Greeks called them the dragon or Draco but they are really a long line of children playing in the night sky.

BunniHoTep wondered how someone could be hurting so much that he would hurt children just starting out in life. She thought that some people could be so lost no one could ever find them and she thought that was one of the biggest tragedy of all. She wondered what it would take to reach one so lost from the family of man.

Why I will NEVER wear anything vintage

It cracks me up that “vintage clothing” is in and particularly the clothes from the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. As someone who wore a lot of those fashions, I personally think vintage clothing wearers are nuts. At least, if they are wearing them with the vintage underwear that went with them. Really? Are you the kind of person that likes being incredibly uncomfortable?

Let’s see, this includes those instruments of torture known as the girdle and its accompanying horror the garter belt. I refused to wear the latter. Nothing beats sitting on a metal bench at a pep rally in a mini skirt and having the metal garters feel like they are going to ignite on a hundred degree day in Southern California. Or having those garters pop open and your stocking drop to your shoes. Or if you are growing taller by the minute and your stockings are suddenly too short. Seriously, girdles were one of the most uncomfortable things ever created outside of the cone cupped bra and you had to wear them even if you were a skinny mini like me, 56 lbs in 7th grade because something had to hold up those stockings that ran faster than your nose could on a cold morning. NO pantyhose yet!

Yeah, that cone cupped bra that was our first bra when we had something to actually fill it. It hurt. It rubbed and it itched and had stays.

There were no panty hose, and underpants were either your Carters rosebud granny pants or nylon panties that had a fondness for giving you a permanent wedgie once they were older than a week old.

And that doesn’t even count the equipment you used to have to wear when you had your period underneath that girdle. It was a belt with a hook with teeth to hold that wayward giant napkin that doubled in its off hours as a pontoon on an Alaskan float plane. Yeah, sitting on that hook was a real pleasure designed to make you inadvertently stand up in class from your seat and look like an idiot when you held back the scream of pain. Not to mention trying to hide the damn things in your purse.

Shoes, unless they were Clarks wallabies or moccasins were awful and if you were dumb enough to buy a pair of Earth shoes made you feel if you were standing in a hole.

Remember these were the days of polyester and Quiana, both guaranteed to stick like glue on a hot day and make your sweat stinky and look like you were in a really tacky wet tshirt contest. Dittos jeans with a Quiana no sleeve shirt were in and the Dittoes gave you a saddle outline on your butt when you took them off and an uncomfortable seam to sit on but damn, you looked good in those tiny tight pants.

Mini skirts made you do the limbo to drink out of drinking fountain to keep from showing all the equipment you were wearing underneath and filled you with terror when you needed to go up or down an open stairwell with a crowd of boys standing underneath to look up your skirt.

So no, I will not be wearing absolutely anything vintage that I remember wearing before.