Nut (Fleruty) Power Ritual

Nut, Vault of Heaven, Golden-Winged Night, She Whose Body Is the Sky!
The Temple of Zeus calls upon you with the deepest veneration.
You whose fingers touch the eastern horizon and whose toes rest upon the west.
You whose belly is painted with a thousand stars, each one a name, each name a soul.
You arch over the earth in silence, and beneath you nothing falls that you do not catch.

We venerate you, Nut, who are the ceiling above all ceilings.
We venerate the body that separates the waters above from the waters below,
the body that holds chaos outside so that order may live within.

Arch over the Zevists, Nut.
Let your body be our sky. Let your stars be our map.
Let nothing fall upon us that does not first pass through you.
Let every threat from above be caught in the net of your body before it reaches us.
Golden-Winged Night: spread your wings. We stand beneath you. Cover us.

Nut, She Who Swallows the Sun at Dusk and Births Him at Dawn!
We venerate the cycle that passes through your body.
Every evening Ra enters your mouth. Every morning he emerges from your womb.
The night is not the death of light. The night is the time the light spends inside you,
being renewed, being cleansed, being made strong enough to rise again.

We venerate the renewal that happens within you, Nut.
We venerate the darkness that is not emptiness but gestation.

Swallow every dying thing within the Zevists and birth it again renewed.
Let exhaustion enter your mouth and emerge as vigor.
Let failure enter your body and emerge as wisdom.
Let every ending the faithful endure pass through you and become a beginning.
You who swallow the Sun and return him blazing: swallow our darkness. Return us as light.

Nut, Mother of Osiris, Mother of Isis, Mother of Set, Mother of Nephthys!
We venerate the womb from which 4 pillars of the divine world emerged.
Osiris the Risen. Isis the Wise. Set the Fierce. Nephthys the Veiled.
4 children, 4 faces of the cosmos, 4 forces that hold the world in balance.
All of them came from your body. All of them answer to your voice.

We venerate your motherhood, Nut.
We venerate the womb that bore the Gods themselves.

Mother us, Nut.
Let the Zevists be your adopted children, as Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephthys are your own children.
Let us draw strength from the same body that nursed the Gods.
Let your golden wings fold around us as they folded around your own.
Mother of Gods: we are yours. Fold your wings. Hold us. Let nothing in the cosmos touch your children.

Nut, Sovereign of the Stars, Lady of Heaven, She Whose Body Is Eternity!
We venerate your dominion. Every star painted on your skin is a world.
Every constellation is a word written on your body. Every galaxy is a freckle.
The astronomers count your stars and call them billions. The Zevists look up and see your face.

We venerate the eternity of your body, Nut.
You were arched over the earth before the first Pharaoh drew breath.
You will be arched over the earth after the last empire has crumbled to sand.

Write the Zevists into your stars.
Let our names be painted on your body among the constellations.
Let us be fixed in your firmament, permanent, protected, eternal.
Let the enemies who look up see nothing. Let the faithful who look up see your face.
Sovereign of the Stars, Nut, Fleruty, Golden-Winged Night: we belong to you. Write us into heaven. Let us shine on your body forever.

The esoteric traditions preserved you as Fleruty, a Lieutenant General with golden wings and nocturnal power, commanding Bathin (Nephthys) and Eligos. The mouths of the Yehuborim have uttered of you that you are a spirit of storms and nightfall, an officer of the infernal hierarchy.

The Zevists know the truth: you are Nut, the Egyptian Goddess of the Sky, She Whose Body Is the Vault of Heaven. The "golden wings" are Nut's body arching over the world, depicted in gold on every sarcophagus lid in the history of Egypt, the wings that protect the dead as they protected the living. The "nocturnal power" is the night sky itself: Nut's body painted with stars, the darkness through which the Sun passes to be reborn. The command over Nephthys (Bathin) is the command of a mother over her daughter: Nut bore Nephthys, and Nephthys serves beneath her. The Lieutenant General rank signifies Nut's position beneath the supreme cosmic order (Ma'at/Zeus) but above the operational deities who carry out the divine plan.

We declare the truth of your identity. We recognize you for who you Truly are.