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The bee-priestess and the tears of Ra

Sometimes it is quite impossible to avoid sensing an intelligence – or multiple intelligences – at work in the riffs of synchronicity. Here’s another personal example, from a weekend workshop at a wilderness center in the Northeast. 

In the morning discussions, two themes came up that stayed with me as I took a walk across a meadow in bright sunshine during the break. One was the Egyptian god-name Ra. The other was the fact that “honeybee” – Melissa in Greek, Deborah in Hebrew – was an ancient name for a priestess.

Now I am strolling in the sunshine in a rural location where there is no signage – no words of any kind – in sight in any direction. And across the field I see two letters more than a foot high, daubed in white paint on some weathered gray wood. The two letters are “RA”. I quicken my stride until I am running across the field, eager to see what the words are painted on. And I find that they have been painted on an old beekeeper’s box, with the remains of honeycombs still inside.

It was hard to believe that this synchronistic discovery had not been staged – but not by anyone with conscious intent that day – because the paint on the box was old. I could all but hear the laughter of a merry spirit ringing out from the other side of the obvious.

The incident led me to do some research and I found that, in an Egyptian myth, honeybees are the tears of Ra.

The sighting of Ra’s bee-box set something buzzing. The next weekend, at another site, a woman previously unknown to me told me that she found my dream books “quite Egyptian”, explained that she had been born inEgypt, and urged me to lead a group on a dream odyssey to that country. I said I would think about it. As I walked away, a man who could not possibly have heard our conversation rose from the far side of the room. A careful, intellectual Princeton psychologist, he apologized profusely for “needing” to tell me something that had just come to him.

“I don’t know what it means and I don’t want to sound like one of those people who come up and say, ‘I’ve got a message for you.’”

“It’s really okay,” I encouraged him. “Just give me the message.”

“I was told to tell you that you have the blessing of Ra.”

I heard it again, that laughter off-stage, beyond the curtain of the obvious.

  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Nina

    Thank you very much for a great example of the blessing of wonderful coincidences.
    Just for information – bees are also the attribute of St. Rita of Cascia (1381-1457). I glimpsed a five-minute programme for kids about her and bees seemed to be her companions from the beginning of her life and also many years after her departure they appear to indicate her benevolent presence.
    One of the legend says that soon after her birth a swarm of bees was seen to come and go several times to and from her cradle. It was taken as a an omen of her future marked by industry, virtue and devotion. Later in her infancy, while she slept in the basket in the field where her parents worked, white bees swarmed around her open mouth and farmers who witnessed the event said that bees had dropped honey in her mouth.
    It´s quite interesting that about two hundred years after her death, another odd things connected with bees started to occur. In her monastery in Cascia white bees came out of walls during the Holy Week and remained there until her Feast Day in May. Then they returned to hibernation and appeared again next year in the same period. Pope Urban VIII took an interest in the unusual matter and asked to bring one bee to Rome for examination. I have no idea what he imagined to discover but it´s believed that he tied a silk thread around the bee and set it free. Shortly after that, the bee was found back in the old monastery, in her beehive, which was 138 km away.
    St Rita is known for working a lot of miracles for people who pray to her in troublesome situations and in Spain she is called “La Santa de los impossibiles”.
    I came to love her as I saw bees in the cartoon flying into her mouth in the cradle, it looked as though she had made a shamanic alliance with them before she was born.
    As for Ra I recall just one statement about him and I might misinterpret it because I came across the sentence ages ago. It sounded something like “Ra the one who went across all the sky and came in peace”. I didn´t have a clue who the sentence was about but it resonated within.
    Best wishes.

  • http://sothismedias.com Justin Patrick Moore

    Ra Ra Ra, the gods are cheering you on. Is there any connection in Debo-Ra?

  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Deborah Bowers

    As I finished reading your post today, enjoying the connection of my name, Deborah, to honeybees and to Ra, I clicked on the Writer’s Almanac to read the daily poem. It is entitled, The bee is not afraid of me, by Emily Dickinson:

    The bee is not afraid of me,
    I know the butterfly;
    The pretty people in the woods
    Receive me cordially.

    The brooks laugh louder when I come,
    The breezes madder play.
    Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
    Wherefore, O summer’s day?

    I appreciate your blog. I appreciate you.
    Deborah

  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Debra Jenkins

    Mr. Moss:

    I met you at Omega two summers ago and plan to take your fall class there. when I do I will share with you how I received the same message and synchronicity and what it means.

    Shared dreaming at its finest.

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