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Are you sustained, my faithful ones?
Has the Milk of the Mother reinstated you
and encouraged the supple development of your shiny coats?
Has the Holy Biotin made strong your claws?
Have your eyes finally grown back?
Then cast your ancient linens good bye,
unroll the ribbons of your former lives,
and be cats alive once more!
Hail to thee, O Milky Way!
Who manifests thyself over our airship, the Mighty Wonderfly9000, and comes to give life to the stars!
Mysterious is thy issuing forth your nutritious cream from the darkness, on this day whereon it is celebrated!
Watering the orchards created by Re with your unpasteurized moo juice, to cause all the mummified cats to live, you give our desiccated bodies to drink, inexhaustible one!
Your creamy path that descends from the sky, loving the bread of Seb and the first-fruits of Nepera, You cause the workshops of Ptah, the ship builder to prosper!
And you cause these cats to purr.
We approach her wondrous bridges sprayed across the heavens.
Oh, milk which is in your rudder,
Mighty Milk Ship of the Night,
sweetness which is in the breasts of the mother of Men,
It enters the body of
@HRH Chons, Great God, Lord of Blimps.
@HRH Chons, Great God, lord of Blimps,
eat from the udders of the
Mighty Milk Ship of the Night,
Shining stars, milk for the body of
@HRH Chons, Great God, Lord of Blimps
the sweet milk of
The Mighty Milk Ship of the Night
for his rejuvenation
And may we lap at what rains down.
It is my mother the Great Wild Cow,
long of plumes,
bright of head-cloth,
pendulous of breasts,
who has lifted me up to the sky in this mighty airship,
not having left me on Earth,
among the gods who have power.
Let us pull up to her,
peaceful in her milky way,
that thou, my loyal crew,
shall drink your fill before moving on.
Homage to thee, O @HRH Chons,
lord of eternity,
thou who hast many names, but commands but one airship, the @WonderFly9000,
whose forms of flying into sky and through space are holy,
whose attributes are hidden in the great hangars,
In the Hall of Records,
In the city of Memphis,
and of Sun Ra.
Lo what is this upon the horizon?
Is it your Sister Ship, The Double, who is most venerated?
Is it merely a commercial transport? A tug?
Nay! Nay! -- We cats sing like horses --
It is the Milk Ship that we see!
Her pearly white reflects your own light in this eternal darkness.
Oh let us fly, dear master,
lord of our yarn balls and our toys,
Let us lap upon its delicious cargo!
Such cats as we,
dried, and wrapped in linen,
seek sustenance from this mighty Cow
drifting through the night!
May we not draw close to her, oh lord,
With long fins and shining body
her skin of genuine lapis lazuli;
her gondolas more brilliant than gold;
her propellors like lotus flowers,
ample stern, tight amidships,
her internal keel extends her beauty,
shapely in stride
when she flies between worlds.
She has stolen my heart with her embrace,
She has made the neck of every sailor cat
turn round at the sight of her.
She is the WonderFly9000, the Goddess of the Sky.
I have heard the words of the airships of Imhotep and Hordjedef,
Whose sayings are recited in whole in the book of transport.
What of their air boats?
Their envelopes have crumbled,
Their ballonets are gone,
Their nose cones missing,
As though they had never been!
No gas nor radio signal comes from there,
To tell of their needs,
To calm our hearts,
Until the WonderFly9000 goes where they have gone!
Hence rejoice in your heart!
Forgetfulness profits us,
Follow my heart as long as you live!
Put myrrh on your head,
Dress in fine linen,
Anoint yourself with oils fit for a god,
Heap up your joys,
Board our ship with us as we travel the stars.
Let your heart not sink --
Join now! Submit crew applications to lead HR manager @Pakhet, c/o the WonderFly9000
The great @HRH Chons maketh his way over the road of Ament
in the holy boat,
and he passeth in it over this road
which is without water,
without being towed along.
He maketh his way by means of the words of power of Mut,
and by means of the words of power,
and of the mighty Chronos Cannons,
passeth the Moonbeam and its @Captain Jack Fenris
to the chaos
of the seas of time.
*Whosoever shall make [a copy of] these [pictures] according to the similitudes which are in writing in the Hidden Palace of the Internet, they shall act as magical protectors for him that maketh them in heaven and in earth. Whosoever knoweth this shall be in the Boat of the Wonderfly9000, both in heaven and upon earth; but he that hath no knowledge of this representation shall not know how to drive back NEHA-HRA (i.e., Stinking-Face), and invite Cease and Desist and More from the WonderFly9000 legal team.
The Brilliant scion
(whose motion is whirring)
I scattered the dark mist that lay before my eyes and, flapping my wings, whirled about,
and through this world brought the pure light of the moon.
I am the First-born king
(of absent father, absent mother)
And I bear the menat necklace and the crook and fail.
Traveller. Embracer. Pathfinder. Defender.
Our Chronos Cannons are trained upon @Captain Jack Fenris.
What a shame such a fine ship bears my name.
"Enlighten them, @Mafdet."
Sister @Pakhet! A ship appears! As silver as a moonlight beam!
Does it hide a scorpion's sting? Or a serpent's strike?
We are hailed by its @Captain Jack Fenris
But our transformation is not yet complete.
Father Ra's deadly rays still shed their half-life into space
And mother Mut is still with child.
Do we claw? Do we rip?
Or do we slink away
into the night?