shelby_danvers | Finding Faith, Part Four: The RPD (Reply)

I'm posting two of these in a row for two reasons. One, I've been neglecting this blog series. The second, and more important reason, is that today, March 22nd, is the third anniversary of my Rite of Parent Divination and my decision to become Shemsu, thus making me a full convert to Kemetic Orthodoxy.

Links to Part One, Part Two, and Part Three

I very much doubt that I slept that Friday night. At the very least, I was up early. So was the pagan crew on MySpace, all of them waiting to hear the results of my RPD later. I spent the morning chatting with them, the butterflies in my stomach growing ever more restless. By the time the IM box popped up, asking if I was ready, I felt as if my heart were trying to burst out of my chest. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely type.

The Akhu divination came first, but in all honestly, I can barely remember what was said there. All I really remember is the promise of unexpected money coming my way. That ended up coming true. Thank you, Akhu!

Then, it was time for the actual RPD. Hemet told me that I had two Parents and one Beloved, and then asked me if I wanted to guess who they were. I was so nervous at that point that I wouldn't have remembered my name if asked. So, naturally, I said it was probably best that she go ahead and tell me. I stared at the screen, waiting for that first Name to pop up, the name of my first Parent.

Yinepu-Wepwawet.

I'm telling you, I nearly knocked my chair over. I remember pumping my fist in the air, shouting and flailing around with glee. Thank goodness I was in my bedroom, where no one could see me acting like this. Although, I doubt I would have cared if anyone had seen me. After all of the hoping and praying that Yinepu would be there, He was! I was officially one of the jackal kids! Nekhtet! With great difficulty, I managed to calm myself down enough to keep focusing on the divination. And then the next name, the name of my Mother, came up.

Bast.

Talk about going from one extreme to the other. Where I'd been practically bouncing off the ceiling for Yinepu, the realization that Bast was my Mother had me in tears. You see, I hadn't had much contact with Her since coming to the House. I had read somewhere that She enjoys bringing people to the faith, only to step back and let the person's real Parent(s) take over. Given Yinepu's sudden prominence in my life, that was what I assumed had happened. That Bast had simply brought me here, introduced me to my Father, and stepped back. Not the case at all. She was here, She was my Mother. Nekhtet! And finally came the last name in my RPD, my Beloved.

Djehuty.

I admit, I wasn't leaping out of my chair or breaking down into happy tears for Him. I kind of...knew he would be there. With the amount of time I spend writing and learning, it was kind of a no-brainer. I feel kind of bad that I didn't go off the deep end with excitement for Him, but somehow, I don't think He minds. Just so long as I keep writing and learning.

I must have spent five minutes babbling my thanks to Hemet, who was very gracious and kind through the entire thing. Once she signed off, I immediately tore over to MySpace to announce my RPD results to everyone there. Next step: Naming.