Ra, the god of the sun, the ruler of the heavens, the bringer of the light, travels across the sky in his mighty boat. In Mesektet, the evening boat, he rode through Maine tonight. I witnessed it myself, for surely this majestic sky sings of the passing of Ra on his way to the underworld, the Duat, for the evening. There he will battle Apophis, who will try to destroy him so he cannot come back in the morning boat, Mandjet. There is always the interplay of the supposed opposites.
But he will conquer and he will come back, and tomorrow
morning the boat will reappear and we will watch him on his endless journey yet
again. A sky like this sings of deity
and power, and it humbles even the haughtiest soul. There is magic in Maine, and I am willing to bet that if you
look closely, you will find magic throughout the world.
