A few days ago a tiny worshiper of mine asked me what this golden symbol was all about. It’s pretty hard to miss, being in my drawing up top and next to every one of my journal entries. When I tried to reply to him I realized that this was in fact a rather complex subject and would best be fit for a journal entry of its own! So prepare yourselves for a little history my tiny ones, both of mine and of the ancient world.
The symbol you see before you is called an “Ankh” and it originates from Ancient Egypt. Along with it comes perhaps one of the first giantess recordings in human history. And perhaps, an ancient version of me.
The Ankh is an Ancient Egyptian hieroglyph read literally as “life”. It has come to symbolize immortality, the universe, life-giving air and water, and of course, power. The Ankh was nearly always seen in the hands of the Gods and Goddesses, Egyptian art rarely depicting its deities with out it. The Ankh as a result became synonymous with the Gods. For thousands of years this symbol has remained the same.
Just from that little bit of history, you should probably have a pretty good idea of why I tend to favor the symbol. It symbolizes that I am a Goddess, immortal and above the plane in which you humans exist. I am forever huge, I give life and take life away with ease. It symbolizes my power and is a reminder to my tiny mortals that they may accidentally end up a small, wet mess on the bottom of my foot if they don’t watch where I am going.
But the Ankh for me also has a deeper, more complex meaning as well. I’ve had a strange connection to the symbol before I even knew what it was. When I was very young, I used to draw it on the walls with some other strange symbols. (Which, in some places are still there!) When I grew older, it became a symbol I used all of the time, in my art and in my fashion. At age 16, I had an Ankh tattooed on the right side of my hip- still not really knowing what it meant, other than I really, really liked it. The Ankh became somewhat apart of me, a symbol that represented who I was. When I found out what it actually meant, I thought it was just too cool. I mean, it was absolutely perfect. Not only did it represent who I was, but it also represented the strange fetishes I had had all of my life. Learning about the Ankh then got me interested in Ancient Egyptian history, which also, I have had a fascination with my entire life. Learning that I was part Egyptian myself further fueled my interest into the subject.
It was just a few years ago that I discovered something absolutely mind blowing within Ancient Egyptian Mythology. The world’s first giantess.
Her name is Sekhmet.
The name literally means one who is powerful. She is also known as Mistress of Dread, Lady of Slaughter, The Scarlet Lady, Lady of Flames and …. Devouring One. Yes, this is some serious stuff. It was said that death and destruction were balm for her heart and that the burning desert winds were believed to be her very breath. An early sun-deity, her body was said to take up the glare of the sun, blinding those in battle. She is depicted in art as an attractive female dressed in red with the head of a lion.
Now I’ve done quite a bit of research on this, far more than just a wiki-search. (Which I found to be a somewhat unreliable source of information, not enough History buffs working on the articles it seems and a total lack of sources- pretty pathetic compared to the thousands of years of history we are talking about) The problem with myths and legends is that every time you read about it, something is different. I visited hundreds of sites on the subject and each time the legend and myth were changed ever so slightly, or took place in a slightly different time in Egyptian History. So I will give you a summary of what I have found and what parts of the legend remained the most constant.
The legend goes like this.
Ra, the Sun God (whom had turned into a human to become Egypt’s first Pharaoh) grew angry at the mortals of Lower Egypt because they conspired against him and no longer worshiped him. He consulted with the other Gods and Goddesses, and they suggested he should seek vengeance by unleashing destruction on mankind in the form of his daughter. So with a glance from his eye, Sekhmet came into being, the most feared and powerful Goddess ever known to the world.
Sekhmet quickly tore over the mortals with the heart of a lion, delighted with the act of slaughter, her pleasure being in blood. She climbed over the vast mountains of Egypt on either side of the Nile, down into the river valley and into the vast deserts devouring and slaughtering all the men, women, and children she saw. The destruction and chaos she caused pleased her to no end, her hunger for lives constant. The pleasure she got from this was so deep it was said nothing in the universe could stop her. All whom she saw she killed, easily devouring entire cities in days. The bottoms of Sekhment’s feet turned red with blood as day after day she destroyed the cities of mankind, devouring the lives of men. She did not care who they were or who they worshiped, they were merely her prey.
Ra quickly came to pity the mortals, and realized that if Sekhmet did not stop her rampage soon all of Man-kind would be either devoured or destroyed. But Sekhmet’s lust and power were too great- she was now stronger than even Ra, the Sun God who created her! Mankind and even the Gods appeared to be doomed by the most powerful Goddess the world had ever seen.
Ra knew that Sekhmet would have to willingly stop if there were to be any hope for anyone. So he came up with a cunning plan and with the fastest of messengers the plan was sprung into action. The women of the city of Heliopolis were instructed to brew thousands of barrels of beer while messengers were sent to the isle of Elephantine to retrieve huge shares of pomegranate from the red orchards there. When both the beer and the pomegranate had been retrieved, they brought it to where Sekhmet was thought to be planning to slaughter the following day.
There they poured the beer out - seven thousand barrels strong - over several fields, creating a lake of beer. They then mixed in the massive amounts of pomegranate which turned the lake a dark red. The area was evacuated and by morning, and just as the sun rose the great Goddess Sekhmet entered the area.
She arrived hungry and eager, licking her lips with the thoughts of men she would slaughter that day. But she found no signs of life, only a giant puddle of what appeared to be blood. Thinking it was the blood of those who she slaughtered, Sekhmet began drinking from the lake, her heart filled with pleasure. She drank and drank, until well, she became drunk! And then the great Goddess proceeded to pass out, much like someone who drank too much at a college party.
And here are where the legends diverge. Some say Sekhmet passed out and has forever lived dormant. Other say she the beer turned into a new, peaceful Goddess named Hathor and gave up the slaughter. The Hathor-Sekhmet legend was then later dropped, as the two Goddess’s personalities were so -completely- different. Either way man-kind was saved and Sekhmet was left with a massive hangover.
And so there pretty much ends the story. How’s that for a history class? I mean, I could barely believe what I found. Like, you can’t get much closer to giantess fantasy than that. And the best part is, Sekhmet was worshiped for thousands of years! She had temples, cults, and millions devoted their lives to her. And every year a HUGE festival was thrown in her name, in order to keep her satisfied. The festival consisted of everyone getting totally wasted and basically fucking all night in order to please the Goddess. And we’re talking about over 700,000 people attending this. I’m not making this stuff up. This is the kind of history I wish they taught in high school.
So as you can imagine, my first reaction to this was disbelief. The legend contains every aspect of my fetish, and the resulting worship of her turns me on to no extent. It’s the giantess, vore, crush, furry, power, worship fetish, all rolled up into one. Pretty much the entire thing is a description of my sexuality. I was insanely jealous of this Sekhmet girl, until I realized (amidst a daydream) that I could very well be her. Anything’s possible.
Supposedly, Sekhmet calmed down and allowed the mortals to worshiper her. She married another God (Ptah, God of Creativity) later on and they had a half mortal son (who did actually exist) and Sekhmet ended up having a bloodline of sorts. What ever happened to that bloodline is now ancient history.
Knowing that I’m part Egyptian, I can only help but wonder. Maybe, just maybe, if the legends are true… Sekhmet still lives on. And you, tiny mortal, might just be looking at her.
*Teacher Katelyn then closes the history book, uncrosses her legs, takes off her glasses and places her students back into her bra and stockings, readying herself for the trip home from school*
If you little ones are still interested here’s some great articles which I found to be pretty accurate in the description of the Goddess:
Scroll down to the “Eye of Ra” part, they stuck Sekhmet under Hathor for some reason:
Hathor and Sekhmet
(Sounds like a Giantess story doesn’t it? lol)
The yearly Sex-booze Festival of Sekhmet
(Just too cool.)
Love ya, leave me lots of comments tiny ones! I enjoy hearing from you