Scroll of Netertat

A far ancient document, possibly ante-deluvian, was rediscovered over two thousand years ago by a priest named Netertat in the Temple of the Seer of Heaven, in late dynastic Egypt. He described it as: “a writing so old that few could be found who knew the nature of its signs...”

This writing has been re-rediscovered as part of a collection of ancient wisdom texts contained in the Kolbrin published in 2005. Called the Scroll of Netertat, chapter seventeen of the Book of Manuscripts, it begins:

The writings of old declare the wisdom of our forefathers, which is the treasure trove of man and the inheritance of our days. Thus it is written:

All things on Earth are compounded of two flowing powers, the right hand power and the left hand power; the first predominates in men and the second in women. Where they fall nearly equal, the being is neither wholly man nor wholly woman.

The Spirit of Life resides in the air men breath and is shared with the beasts, the trees, the things that crawl, the birds, the fishes, the herbs and the grasses. It quickens the living hearts of men and is diffused through the blood of the body.

Man sleeps when his spirit departs for refreshment at the fount of its being. Even as his mortal body must sustain itself with things of the earth, so must his spirit seek sustenance in the place of its being.  In sleeping, the spirit of man departs in part alone, it goes not wholly or as one awakened.

When his God calls him away, his soul goes to the place of decision, where fate is decreed. There, by the underground river, the good are separated from the wicked, but the river is not a river of water. In Dat, all things are made known, and the river is the river of life.

Outside of man, between God and man, is the reflection of God, which men call Nature. It can be disturbed by man and distorted, even as the reflections in a pool of clear water are disturbed by the drop of a pebble.

Nature accords exactly with the greater needs of men, with their desires and beliefs, and with what they have deserved. It is also a modifying force operating upon the conditions of their testing. It is the Breathe of God expressed in living things. It is, to God, as the material web of the spider is to the living thing, they are separate and unalike, yet one.

There is a fine, unbreakable thread, one end of which is secured in the Spirit Center, wherein dwells The Everlasting Being, The Eternal One. The other end is fastened to matter, and between the two is the web of creation spun out of the single thread of invisible substances by the forming power of God.

All that we can know as mortals exists within the sphere of mortality. All was originally compounded from the fiery dust, the first expression of the out-breathing of God, upon which the forming power operated.

As hair grows from the skin of the head, which is nothing like hair; as a tree springs up from the soil, which is nothing like a tree; as the spider spins its web and then withdraws, so does mortal matter come forth from the immortal spiritual substance.

As the shadow is to the object that gives it form so is the material to the spiritual. All things are held together by the spiritual womb-web. The form is there, but the shape is here.

Nature is the Spirit of God manifesting in matter, it is the spiritual form seeking outlet and expression in matter. It is the maker, the means of making and the thing made, though all these activities are in a subordinate capacity.

Spirit is not Nature. Spirit is the source of all consciousness, which experiences both pleasure and pain. The spirit of man, when in contact with Nature, feels the ever changing conditions of Nature.

He who understands that activity anywhere is but the working of Nature and that God oversees this labor, understands the truth. Nature is never still, it is ever moving. Man is a creature bound to things ever changing. On the great scales, he is balanced between the eternal adversaries – good and evil.

At death, the senses perish, but the memory of them endures. The spirit roams the Morningland free, with all its beliefs, its desires and its memories intact. The arisen man awakes as from a brief sleep and finds himself in the Place of Decision; there, a body awaits him, as substantial as the one he has discarded.

And so it is.