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For the ancient Egyptians the afterlife was a place where everyday existance was much like life among the living. Work, play, eating, sleeping... but all under the very best circumstances and with a new youthful body that never grows old. However, entering into the afterlife was a perilous affair for the new arrival who must face a barrage of bureaucratic tests, and to fail means oblivion. To some extent it is like trying to get a job with a major corporation. To demonstrate (at great personal risk) I shall put myself through the gauntlet:
As I enter the underworld I am greeted by Maat the goddess of truth at the entrance of the underworld. Maat represents the unseen guiding force that tips the balance of the world toward justice and harmony. She is the receptionist of the afterlife and deems whether the newly arrived spirits are open and honest enough to prove worthy of an interview with Osiris. Without her approval the spirit is doomed to wander endlessly unemployed, without any hope of entering the underworld.
Beer was a common libation offered to the gods as I am doing here with Maat.
Having passed Maat I encounter Horus and Anubis, who act as the Human Resource department. It is their job to do a background check by weighing out the many parts of the prospective empolyee.
According to the Egyptians, human consciousness is composed of many elements, among them are the Ka (spirit), Ba (soul), and the heart (which is said to hold the mind, emotions, and will). While being processed for the afterlife it is important to have all your constituant parts acting in unison or you will not pass their physical exam. The Egyptian Book of the Dead, which acts as a guidebook to the afterlife, is filled with prayers asking the many aspects of yourself not to betray you.
The best known test is the weighing of the heart against the feather of truth.
Horus oversees the process of the weighing of the new arrivals heart. Anubis checks the scale to make sure it is level. While they are going through this procedure I offer them both a beer and recite a prayer: "O my heart of my mother, my heart of my mother, my heart of different ages: stand not up against me as witness, create no trouble for me as a witness, create no trouble for me as a witness, create no trouble for me among the judges. Do not weigh heavy against me in front of the keeper of the scales. You are my spirit (Ka) which is my body, the Khnum (creator-god) who sustains my limbs."
Ammut anxiously awaits the chance to eat my heart if I fail the test.
Having passed the weighing of the heart, Thoth, the scribe of the gods, reviews the events of the new arrivals life. Here Thoth is checking my application and resume after which I offer him a beer.
On the throne sits Osiris, lord of the dead, to give final judgement. He is much like the CEO of the afterlife and assigns the position you will hold for the rest of eternity. After reviewing my qualifications, I am offered a job as an artisan with some scribe work on the side. I gladly accept the position and offer him a beer.
The goddess Isis looks on with approval of his choice.
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