Allow Me To Tell You A Tale Or Three

 

 

Today’s post is inspired by yet another prompt from 365 Days Of Writing Prompts.

Weaving The Threads

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

PART ONE

Meghan left the comfort of her recliner chair by the window and crossed the room to deposit the book she had been reading onto the deep mahogany bookshelf.

It slid right back into the spot she had taken it from; books on either side of it standing watch over the space until it was once more where it should be.

Meg, as her friends referred to her, was desperate  to discover what the meaning was behind the symbol on the large picture she had bought for her living room wall.

She loved the colors and the feeling of peace that the picture conveyed to her. As soon as she saw it at the art dealers she knew she had to have it.

ankh-symbol-pyramids-life-eternal

The message across the bottom was like an affirmation for her and the orange, yellow and brown hues seemed to brighten the room and give it some life.

The couch and two tub chairs were covered in a barely there beige colored fabric. The contrast to the mahogany bookcase was pleasant enough.

The floor covered as it was, in a slightly darker shade of beige low pile, industrial carpet did not add much in the way of personality to the room.

The painting she had acquired, however, had just the right amount of punch to draw your attention to it and hold you mesmerized for the longest time.

Meg was pleased with having finally found a focal point for the rather dreary nondescript room.

The artwork puzzled her and something nagged at the back of her mind that she should know what that symbol was.

When the reference books she had looked through failed to put her mind at ease as to what that symbol was and what it meant her attention was drawn to the internet.

Books are old school technology, really, who bothers reading books anymore? she thought as she switched on her All In One desktop computer.

Shaking her head; she reminded herself that she had just been reading a book, hadn’t she?

Finally, her login screen appeared and after typing in her password she settled into the chair to do some intense searching.

The very first website in her crosshairs was, of course, Google. Into the search box, the keys tapped out the words Egyptian symbols.

The Egyptian pyramids in the background gave her more hints to include for her search. In a flash, Google filled the page with results.

She moved the cursor up to the right and clicked on the Images tab. The page was then flooded with images of the very symbol she was looking for.

With a quick click on an image almost identical to the symbol in her artwork she followed the link through to the website where the image lived and where Google had found it.

There she found out that the symbol is called an ANKH and ancient Egyptians did indeed equate it with eternal life.

A huge smile broke over her face as she continued reading the entire page.

Knowledge is power, after all. With a contented sigh, Meg pushed the chair back from the computer desk and stared across the room at the pyramids and ankh – mystery solved.

PART TWO

 

The huge museum that was located in the center of the city was hosting an Egyptian exhibit for the month of November.

Come visit our King Tut Exhibit November 1st posters declared all over the city.

Artifacts and treasured pieces that were loaned out by other museums had arrived by the end of October and staff had carefully moved them into position for opening time on November 1st.

The displays were filled with King Tut’s sarcophagus, of course, amid other chunks of stone bearing hieroglyphs placed on platforms behind velvet ropes to keep the public’s hands off.

There were Coptic jars and  all manner of items with ankh symbols engraved in or on them. A figurine of an ankh stood proudly beside a carving of the Eye Of Horus.

By far the biggest draw would be the sealed clear glass container tethered by a strong chain to the display table. Inside it lay the mummified lower arm and hand of a servant to King Tut.

As you passed by the display table while staying behind the red velvet rope a museum employee would allow you to briefly hold the container to feel the tremendous weight of the servant’s arm and hand.

This memory would travel through life with all who took up the offer to hold it for the time allotted.

It was a rare once in a lifetime opportunity that would inspire some to consider becoming an archaeologist in the future.

The gift and souvenir shop located just before the exit doors featured a choice of items decorated with ankh symbols designed to commemorate this very special exhibit.

 

PART THREE

Guards stood at attention at the main doors. They weren’t dressed as guards since this was a clandestine meeting place for the very exclusive, very private club known only as ANKH.

You had to be special indeed to be a member and gain entry to the well-appointed interior rooms behind the massive dark oak doors.

Despite their size, the doors could be moved with little effort and the guards were constantly ready to swing into action to defend the club at a moment’s notice.

Training provided all the skills necessary to be efficient when executing your duties as a guard. There were no witnesses; if you dared to challenge a guard you had better have your affairs in order.

Membership required a tattoo; a specific tattoo, an ankh, because it was the insignia of the club. Once you were inducted into the club you were taken to the back room and permanently marked with the ankh.

A tattoo was chosen because a pin or ring could be lost; could be misappropriated by someone without membership status.

The tattoo was done in secret using inks that were not available anywhere else. The mark was to be placed at the back of the neck. It was easier to hide under long hair or high collars.

 

The style of the ankh was slightly different depending on who wielded the tattoo gun but the placement was exactly the same.

Once you were in the club there was no getting out. Meetings were held regularly in secret. Please don’t ask what the meetings were pertaining to as I am not allowed to tell you.

What? No, you may not see the back of my neck. Why would you ask me that?

I know my favorite symbol is the ankh; the same is true for a lot of people so that doesn’t mean anything.

Okay, I need to leave now because this conversation is taking a turn into a questionable territory and you need to ask yourself one question.

Which is more important to me; the answers to all my questions or my life?


 

The above three parts are all unrelated to one another and yet the common thread through all of them is the symbol of the ankh.

Here is the information on the ankh symbol that can be found on Wikipedia:

The ankh (/ˈæŋk/ or /ˈɑːŋk/; Egyptian ꜥnḫ), also known as crux ansata (the Latin for “cross with a handle”) is an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic ideograph with the meaning “life”.

The Egyptian gods are often portrayed carrying it by its loop, or bearing one in each hand, arms crossed over their chest. The ankh appears in hand or in proximity of almost every deity in the Egyptian pantheon (including Pharaohs).

The ankh symbol was so prevalent that it has been found in digs as far as Mesopotamia and Persia, and even on the seal of the biblical king Hezekiah.[1]

The symbol became popular in New Age mysticism in the 1960s.

Thanks for stopping by my blog to read my post today. 🙂 Wishing you a wonderful day/night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Allow Me To Tell You A Tale Or Three

  1. How clever! You’ve done a great job of weaving these three pieces together, Susan. Your writing is vibrant and so interesting. I’m not sure how you did it, but I actually identified with Meghan so much in the first part, that I really wanted to hear her voice continue. Awesome work!

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    • Wow, thanks, Karen your compliments on my writing mean a lot to me. 🙂 Thanks for swinging by my blog to read my post and for taking the time to leave me such a wonderful compliment. I appreciate that so much!

      I am not sure if this is why but the first part was the scene I could picture most clearly in my head. Perhaps that is why I was able to write it in such a way that you wanted Meghan’s story to continue. 😀

      Your encouragement has me considering trying my hand at writing a full story based on that first part. So, thank you again, for your inspiring words. 🙂

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