Who Has Met Bastet? Options

I am interested to know if anyone has met Bastet. The earlier version preferred lol.

There is a lot written about her, but I think that maybe even half is inaccurate.

Anyone got reliable information?

I have. Though, I call her Bast. She can be rather difficult to get ahold of, as her energy signiture has faded substantially over the years. Not many still seek her, and I fear she runs to risk of becoming dead but dreaming. She is wonderfully kind and loving, but she is quite lonely and depressed. I have had talks with her, and even sought her advice on matters of the heart. In gratitude, take in a cat, preferably one in which you save, and dedicate it to her. Love and cherish it, for this is pleasing to her. I had a wonderful friend that I named Bastion (male cat). I reared him and his brother from infancy. They came into my care when they were too young to be weened, so I bottle fed them for 4 or 5 weeks. Ask Bast to send you a cat to take care of, and she will. Honor her, for she is truely special.

This post has been edited by Makavelli: Aug 14 2006, 10:42 AM

Thanks for that. I have had some kind of contact though I couldn't be sure it was the Bastet energy. I can relate to the kind, loving bit, but not the sad part since my experience showed a happy, friendly being. I may try again to see if I get the same result.

There seems to be so much info on the net though and it all seems to differ a bit, so hopefully, someone will be able to add a link or something with what they believe to be accurate details.
Cool. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)

Well she can take consolance that one of my best friends is her loyal worshiper!

And I have a statue of her in my garage...maybe I should dust it off...I was always interested in her but I never really thought about it...

Thanks for the posts!!!!!

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Hmm...I sadly don't know how to speak to gods and I don't pray to anyone/thing....but it's very unfortunate hearing Bast is fading (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad.gif) From what I know of her....she did always seem to be rather nice. Hopefully that situation changes (IMG:style_emoticons/default/happy.gif) If I knew how to contact such beings, I'd try to give her some company...no one deserves to be alone...it's far to painful. To those that have contacted her...definately or believed, please let her know she DOES have those that care for her well-being (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad.gif) Even if just a lowly mortal (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink.gif)

I am interested to know if anyone has met Bastet. The earlier version preferred lol.

There is a lot written about her, but I think that maybe even half is inaccurate.

Anyone got reliable information?

I have met her in circle with my mates in the Great Pyramid of Luxor in Shamballah . She appeared golden cat headed and naked .another time as a black woman with a cat head . She was quiet and a gentle teacher . She appeared without evocation .

Interesting...sounds like a Bastet revival could be cool.

According to the Chaos stuff I've been reading, neglected/unpopular godforms are actually the best kind. The theory goes that the major/popular ones get used to being treated like rock stars and thus start being somewhat picky about which evocations they answer, or the style of worship they want, etc.

I'd heard someone advance that theory about why the Æsir (Norse Gods) in particular are apparently good to work with, although my own theory in that case at least is that they're simply altruistic individuals who'd probably want to help out anywayz. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif)

I have met Bast ,Bastet Ubasti and lived with her ,what I did actually was summon her and let her take possession of my cat.It was a black cat as the tradition states,she has eyes of emerald and often speak with me telepathically,Bast is one of my favorate Godesses,she is the closest to Isis and she is the Goddess of Magick,Music and celebration,another aspect of her is the Godess of war (but that is rather a greek identification and maybe wrong),she gives knowledge of occult matters,she can make a place that is gloomy be cheerful and happy,she really can give joy.

When a cat in the family dies,the tradition is to shave one eye brows and mourn.(as william S. Burroughs said ,small deaths are the sadest)
While i was visiting Bany hasaan,and a place called tal basta in lower egypt,the rain fell on the area,and i could see the mumified cats millions of it showing from the sand,Bastet some times joined with The Lioness Sekhmet,however that appears to be not quite right,she was the daughter of Amon-Raa.
Bastet was a solar Deity until the greek influence came to Egypt,she is called ailuros by the greeks she is identified as the sister of Horus and the helper of Isis.
I have met a swiss lady that was actually a high priestess of the temple of Bastet,around her house gathered a gang of cats,and she fed them regularly, the day the lady died they gathered around her house and started mowing in sorrow,I know it was not for food as you can recognise sadness in the mowing of a cat.

Lol,while i was writing this a street cat is mowing at the door...

a Great friendly Deity,very helpful and elegant.

Thanks for bringing this up.

This post has been edited by azareth: Apr 16 2009, 04:56 PM

I wouldn't say Bast's energy is fading, not by a longshot. Hell, there's a reason the musical Cats still sells out. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink.gif) And yes, I'm a fan....

Anyway, I always found her to be very kind and loving--but don't forget that she and Sekhmet are considered sisters. Before the Middle Kingdom, when the goddesses became two separate entities and Bast took over some things that heretofore were in Hathor's territory, they were one and the same. Sekhmet was usually pictured behind the current king. She was the Egyptian goddess of war and the physical incarnation of the blazing desert Sun, and she was known for being temperamental and causing plagues and terror just for the hell of it. She was also the protectress of the Egyptian state and protectress of the Natural Order of things, so keep this in mind too. And people who think Bast is harmless because she's gentle and always pictured with kittens, keep this in mind--cats wouldn't be cute and cuddly if we were smaller than they were. Death comes in those velvet paws...

I've found, in my personal experience, Bast and Sekhmet are different aspects of the same Being. Your own mileage may vary. And remember, if she likes you she'll move heaven and hell to do what you ask, but she doesn't NEED you. At all. She can get by just fine by herself, thank you, and if you give her blind obedience she'll make it a point to trip you up to teach you a lesson. She's not as much of a Trickster as cats are in some cultures, but she does have a Trickster streak, so keep this in mind.

Good luck and keep us updated!

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The mystical divinity
Of unashamed felinity
Round the cathedral rang 'Vivat!'
Life to the everlasting Cat!
Feline, fearless, faithful and true
To others who do
What Jellicles do and Jellicles can...

This post has been edited by Darkmage: Apr 16 2009, 04:15 PM

And people who think Bast is harmless because she's gentle and always pictured with kittens, keep this in mind--cats wouldn't be cute and cuddly if we were smaller than they were. Death comes in those velvet paws...

Bast probably doesn't like me very much, because we have a Burmese cat (the exact species most commonly associated with Egypt, from memory) who actually annoys me a lot with his constant meowing, at times...I yell at him a bit, every now and then...and although I'm not any more, I was fairly rough with him when we were both younger.

Then again, we had another cat many years ago who we adopted from a neighbour who abused her. I was always very good to her, and got the impression that she loved me as well. She would often follow me if I went out shopping at night; when I went into a service station, she'd wait outside.

And remember, if she likes you she'll move heaven and hell to do what you ask, but she doesn't NEED you. At all. She can get by just fine by herself, thank you, and if you give her blind obedience she'll make it a point to trip you up to teach you a lesson. She's not as much of a Trickster as cats are in some cultures, but she does have a Trickster streak, so keep this in mind.

That sounds exactly like Kali, actually. I remember when I was doing something once that started to go bad.

Me: "Mother, help!"

Kali: "I think I'm going to sit this one out, actually. I want to see how you'll cope on your own."

Me: "Oh, shit."

Actually the closest modern breed to the Egyptian tomb paintings is the Abysinnian, not the Burmese. The Burmese originated in Thailand sometime in the eighteenth century.

I wouldn't worry too much about how you treated Kitty when you were younger, so long as you don't do that anymore. If you treated her cruelly as a child (as a lot of kids do), then realised the error of your ways, felt genuine remorse, and worked to correct what you did, then everything should be cool. And they say pets rescued from abuse situations often show real gratitude to the people who rescue them and give them decent homes. It sounds like that one you rescued from the neighbours was *your* cat--they tend to pick their owners. I live with three cats, two are mine, but the third was abused prior to him coming to live with us and is terrified of me still after five years. I have no idea why, perhaps he was abused by a teenage boy. Most young teenage boys are about my size, so that would make sense. I'd like to be friends with him but he just won't let me.*sigh* He's definitely my mother's cat, follows her everywhere, sleeps with her, cries when she's not home, etc. So...it really doesn't bother me *that* much, as I've got my hands full with two toddlers with fur. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink.gif) And there's a difference between discipline and abuse, too. If one of mine is being annoying I'll yell at them--then I'll ignore them, as any sort of attention only reinforces the behaviour you're trying to stop. No attention=no reinforcement. The Burmese is a vocal breed, though, so you may just have to learn to live with it.

And I've noticed Sekhmet is a lot like Kali in a lot of ways. They both can be quite snarky if the situation calls for it--and when they choose to sit on the sidelines and watch, they'll bail you out if you really really really need it, but usually they know you don't, so they're trying to teach you a lesson that the gods help those who help themselves. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink.gif)

Actually the closest modern breed to the Egyptian tomb paintings is the Abysinnian, not the Burmese. The Burmese originated in Thailand sometime in the eighteenth century.

True. From memory they looked somewhat similar; although it's possibly true that the Abysinnian doesn't have a black face like our Burmese does.

I wouldn't worry too much about how you treated Kitty when you were younger, so long as you don't do that anymore. If you treated her cruelly as a child (as a lot of kids do), then realised the error of your ways, felt genuine remorse, and worked to correct what you did, then everything should be cool.

He has a lot of problems with furballs and regurgitation. He has brought up food on the carpet before, and that is very unsanitary, so I won't let him do that. I clap my hands, and sometimes yell at him a little, purely in order to get him to leave the room if he starts coughing. My younger brother, whose cat it is, doesn't like me doing that, but the cat is very wilful and if I don't do that, he won't move.

The other thing which he does that bothers me, is that sometimes he will simply stand still and yowl, even if he doesn't actually want something; and if he does it late at night or when I've just woken up, I have been known to yell at him to shut up, occasionally. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink.gif)

If he is actually asking for something, like to be let out, or to be fed, that is legitimate and I don't have a problem with it. Although it isn't me who feeds him every day, I have done it before. He is, however, in addition to being wilful, very spoiled, and my brother and mother usually have the attitude that he should be allowed to do whatever he wants, and other people should just put up with it. So sometimes he just wants to make sure he's still the centre of attention, and that pisses me off.

With one exception however, which I'm not proud of, (booting him, though not hard enough to cause real injury) I haven't been physically abusive of him since moving into my grandfather's house. The stuff that I was doing to him was ten years ago, when the family lived together somewhere else.

Also, although I terrorized him somewhat, I never did anything that caused serious (or even minor, really) injury; it was more along the lines of corporal punishment. He is just a brat and needs to be reminded of who is at the top of the food chain at times, is all. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wink.gif)

I knew a guy once who'd had about 5 cats, and the reason why he had a lot of respect for the 5th one was because it had survived what he did to them. I would never go that far with an animal, or anywhere near it.

And they say pets rescued from abuse situations often show real gratitude to the people who rescue them and give them decent homes. It sounds like that one you rescued from the neighbours was *your* cat--they tend to pick their owners.

She was a long haired tortoise shell. We were very kindred spirits in some ways; I'm not normally hugely sentimental any more, and I also can't have close contact with cats because I am generally allergic to them, but she didn't mind that because she was traumatised due to the abuse she had received, and didn't want a lot of physical contact. I think she did know she was my cat, yes; even though my mother was the one who fed her, most of the time. I was very out of it a lot of the time back then; drinking etc. Fortunately I have moved on since, however.

We think she was also epileptic; as she got older, my father would have to try and calm her down after a seizure. She was taken to a vet, but from memory he said there wasn't much he could do. I didn't live with her in the end, but she stayed with my father. I got the impression that she died happy, though...which was very different to how things had been when she was young.

If one of mine is being annoying I'll yell at them--then I'll ignore them, as any sort of attention only reinforces the behaviour you're trying to stop. No attention=no reinforcement. The Burmese is a vocal breed, though, so you may just have to learn to live with it.

To a degree I feel bad for yelling at our Burmese when he coughs up sometimes, but the vet says it's normal for the breed. Mum got him some dry food with a formula that is supposed to help, as well. I don't have a problem with him coughing up outside if he needs to; I just don't want him doing it in here when we eat.

And I've noticed Sekhmet is a lot like Kali in a lot of ways. They both can be quite snarky if the situation calls for it--and when they choose to sit on the sidelines and watch, they'll bail you out if you really really really need it, but usually they know you don't, so they're trying to teach you a lesson that the gods help those who help themselves.

Yep. Pretty much the exact words were, "I am not here purely in order to act as your personal bodyguard. If something happens which you weren't responsible for, I will help you, but if you take stupid risks, (such as Ouija board sessions, which she also told me not to do) you'll sometimes be on your own."

The risk I'd taken was a stupid one. I was feeding a servitor, but hadn't drawn up a circle or done anything else first; so some other joker showed up, trying to get some of the energy.

On the flip side, though, I used to have all sorts of problems with phobia of the Greys in particular; partly because I'm pretty sure I was getting actual presences, (they have an acorporeal component, as you may know) but ever since initial contact with Kali, with only one or two rare exceptions, that is no longer a problem, and neither are the nightmares I used to get on occasion.

There was also once during the gout episode where the pain was that bad that I couldn't sleep, but after visualising Durga, (same being, different aspect, as you say with Bast and Sekhmet) it eased sufficiently that I was able to get back to sleep. Then there was, of course, the last and most dramatic incident where, when the steel mailbox came through my window, I'd had some "closed eye," (as in, in the proverbial eyelid blackness) Kali-related visuals before going to sleep that night. Also, despite waking up with broken glass actually underneath me, I walked away literally without a scratch...and the manner in which it happened was to some extent in line with something she'd shown me probably a year and a half or so earlier, as well.

So yes, Mother is a very effective protector; as you say though, she doesn't like people who expect to be spoon fed.

This post has been edited by Petrus: Apr 16 2009, 11:09 PM

If your Burmese is having problems with hairballs, have you tried adding Metamucil to his food? Jacob used to throw up GINORMOUS hairballs and on occasion he still does. He's a brown domestic tabby shorthair, but his coat is really dense, and there's only so much I can brush off him. Anyways, last summer he ate some heavy rubber craft cord (!) and I immediately got on the horn to the vet. He wound up throwing it up in the hall, but just to make sure, we fed him 1 teaspoon of Metamucil hidden in canned food per day for a couple of weeks. No harm done. And last fall, we noticed that he was having 'cow pies' in the litterbox. Now, Jacob's 11, firmly middle-aged in cat years, although by the way he runs around, plays, and yowls at the ferals through the window (none of mine are allowed out, NEVER EVER, which is all the best seeing as there's some bastard poisoning ferals not far from here), you could be excused for thinking he's just out of kittenhood--but he *is* getting older. So now I give him 1/2 teaspoon of Metamucil a day in some canned food. He'll cry if I don't give it to him on schedule, too, and then he'll hop up on his hind legs, beg, and I tell him that his food is no good without the Magic Sprinkles added. A nice benefit is that he no longer throws up hairballs the length of my hand. Those could NOT have felt good coming up. Talk to your vet, this is something you might want to try.

I wouldn't think you're being too harsh with your discipline. They're like little kids and the have to know their limits. One night my best friend was over, and Jacob was all purring and wanting petting from Daddy. Well, he got overexcited and Matt stopped petting him to get Jake to calm down. So Jacob bit him! Not hard, but enough to get attention. I told Matt to give Jake a sharp tap on the nose with his finger, as Jacob needed to know he crossed *Matt's* limits, not mine. If I did anything to him it wouldn't mean anything. Jacob got the message and hasn't done this again. I also have a huge raptor puppet that was part of the toy line for Jurassic Park 2. It's the best cat disciplinary tool ever made, I swear to God. Jacob was an 8-month old feral kitten when I got him from the shelter and he'd never been socialised. First time he met Ms. Raptor he was playing with another cat I had too roughly, so I used the puppet to break up the fight. It's made out of 1/4" thick PVC so it's impervious to kitty teeth and claws. So he tried to rake the puppet's nose and bite it, I hit the sound key inside and made it go after his head. His reaction? "Oh...shit...this thing feels no pain! HALP!!" and then he voided on the carpet from sheer terror. After that day all I had to do was make Ms. Raptor roar and he'd stop doing what he was doing (playing with the other cats too rough, stealing food off MY plate, raiding the garbage can, etc.) and even now he's still nervous when that puppet comes out. There was no physical harm done whatsoever--but I messed with his little head and he learned who was boss pretty damn quick.

That trick doesn't work with Rook, my other cat. Picking him up and placing him on the other side of the room does. He's sneakier, and his vice is chewing leather and plastic when he wants attention. I've learned to hide boots and cables pretty well. And Ms. Raptor never worked with Ariel, either. She was my Persian mix who died three years ago at the ripe age of 19 years. I'd pull out the toy, make it roar, and she'd just look at me like, "So? Is this supposed to be important?" and go back to trying to steal food off my plate. :/

All my cats all my life have been shelter rescues. I can't imagine getting a purebred cat unless it's from a breed rescue. I'm allergic to anything with fur and feathers, but I'm tolerant to cats because I've had them my whole life. I try to donate to animal shelters when I can, too. Every little bit helps.

On the Divine Protection front, I've been lucky and never had serious run-ins with noncorporeal entities. My worst dustups have been with people, and I've yet to be seriously harmed--although I've bumped into more than a few crazies and come close a few times. :/ I've developed a knack for getting out of a situation right before the shit hits the fan, but it took a while to learn. Seeing as I don't like people much anyway I've learned to stay away from them in general unless it's some sort of business transaction or it's a casual acquaintanceship where I bump into them at bookstores and such. *shrug* It keeps my life calm and running smoothly.

This post has been edited by Darkmage: Apr 17 2009, 06:36 AM

I've met Bast. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)


She's always struck me as being friendly, but somewhat aloof ("Regal" would probably be a better word for it.)



I remember buying some statues of Isis, Thoth, and Horus. Bast spoke to me and ordered me (in no uncertain terms) to "worship the cat goddess." (IMG:style_emoticons/default/yikes.gif) (I guess she was feeling left out. lol (IMG:style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif) )


I downloaded a lovely picture of her off the Internet, taped it on my wall, and I frequently include her in my rituals. She seems to be happy with that. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)

This post has been edited by The Sorceress: Apr 17 2009, 08:55 AM

they tend to pick their owners


So true,I have been followed by street cats many times,and later on they bacame my pets,I guess they have an instinct for feeling and finding cat lovers,I find them to be a delicate creatures with lots of intelligence and divinity,I love cats,and I feel a duty towards them,Maybe one of our duties on earth is to help our little friends.every cat has her/his own personality and charecter,they are no way fools.

I am interested to know if anyone has met Bastet. The earlier version preferred lol.

There is a lot written about her, but I think that maybe even half is inaccurate.

Anyone got reliable information?

I had a possible visit from Bastet two nights ago. After performing the LBRP and going to bed, I had a dream about a very tactile/friendly telepathic black cat, although I can't remember a lot in the way of details. I'd been trying to be a lot nicer to my brother's cat than usual the day before, so it possibly fits.

It may not have been Bastet at all, of course; could have just been my own imagination. Still, it was an odd dream.

I have. Though, I call her Bast. She can be rather difficult to get ahold of, as her energy signiture has faded substantially over the years. Not many still seek her, and I fear she runs to risk of becoming dead but dreaming. She is wonderfully kind and loving, but she is quite lonely and depressed. I have had talks with her, and even sought her advice on matters of the heart. In gratitude, take in a cat, preferably one in which you save, and dedicate it to her. Love and cherish it, for this is pleasing to her. I had a wonderful friend that I named Bastion (male cat). I reared him and his brother from infancy. They came into my care when they were too young to be weened, so I bottle fed them for 4 or 5 weeks. Ask Bast to send you a cat to take care of, and she will. Honor her, for she is truely special.

My elder friend would adamantly disagree with you, as she loves and respects Bast very much. Not only that, Bast is worshiped by plenty of Kemetic practitioners. I don't see her fading any faster than Jesus (IMG:style_emoticons/default/egypt1.gif) Of course I am not saying you are wrong and she is right, or visa versa. I just wanted to point out a different perspective.

By the way, my friend, has a fantastic podcast, Nubia Goddess Rising, and one of her episodes is dedicated to none other than Bast.
http://queen_momma_imakhu.podomatic.com/entry/eg/2008-07-06T18_34_19-07_00

Enjoy!

For me, she simply arrived one day. Perhaps three. It was really nice. Quiet, observant, but not introspective. I don't get along with a large amount of egregores; most of them don't like cynical, contract-editing, body bound sentients who'll refer to another egregore if his requests are refused.

I feel that in a sense, she's entering a state of hibernation. I remember her making a point that all gods are incarnations of other aspects of each other. Erzule is alike Venus, as Mars is alike a later egregore, Guan Gong. In that sense, they don't actually fade as individuals; they're all different protrusions of the divine source.

She's like many other gods, she won't appear if she does not see the necessity to. English is a brash language, but its the only one I know best, so I'll probably elaborate and say that the weather does not exist as a necessity to us, it simply exists.

I don't know who you are, and what you are, but I know with a lot of egregores, they'll fling a 'oh hey, hold on' and sometimes people don't listen. Its like a psychic who calls down a dead guy but can't see them et cetera. Dunno if that helped