An Egyptian Necrotome 2026 Edition...

 

 Aloha! This book was published on June 11, 2026.

 An Egyptian Necrotome 2026 Edition: With Effective Egyptian Magic Spells
Copyright ©2026 Horus Michael, All rights reserved.

Egyptian Font is by Inscribe2004.  Egyptian Photos are by Gary L Parks (ARCE).  Excerpts are from Applied Superphysics & Occult Archaeology ©2005 Horus Michael.     

Part 1 is the Egyptian Necrotome, a revival form of the Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead, with new spells accompanied by images from Egypt.  Part 2 has some Effective Egyptian Magic Spells, with Magic Advice, new Protection, Healing, Wealth, & Peace spells and Counter-Magic spells.  

The Purpose of a Necrotome is inclusion in a burial, tomb or Cremation Niche.  The Spirit reads the Necrotome to access the Afterlife, as done in Ancient Egyptian burials.  

About the Author:

Pharaoh/Chief Lector Priest for the Internet Temple of Amon-Ra, Horus Michael I follows the training of Ancient Egyptian Priests in his varied works on the Occult. He also studies Egyptian Archaeology (Egyptology).  www.arce.org    He currently lives in California, USA. This is Book # 191 (in 2026 CE).

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Chapter 2: I need workers!

     “O Ushabty, whom is given to me, if Lord Osiris summons me to work in the Fields of Aaru, or if I am instructed to do any manual labor in my Afterlife, if such obstacles are demanded of me as a free Citizen of Duat, you shall become my proxy and work in my place.  You shall be equipped with all necessary tools and Magic to work as my proxy, for tilling the ground, making arable the fields, of flooding the banks or irrigating them; for cooking, cleaning, driving my vehicles, repairing technology, guarding my posts, coding, laundry, safekeeping my pets when I travel, or conveying the sand from east to west in the fields, and all other necessary labors.  You shall say, ‘Here I am!’ when asked to serve in my place.”

Chapter 15: For Transforming into any shape desired

    “I have entered Rosetjau in peace.  I have transversed the Oasis and I greeted Hathor, the Mistress of the West, in her tavern.  Bast accompanied me on a grand tour of the Court of the Two Maat Sisters, Maat and Maati.   I ate of the Bread of Eternity and I drunk of the Beer of Everlastingness.  I passed by Apep, he was sleeping.  The Slaughtering Block was empty.  The cities of Pe, Heliopolis, and Western Thebes were having festive parties for newcomers.  I rode on the Duatian Subway across the Cities.  I am pure, I am clean, I wear clean silken robes with leather shoes, and I am incensed with Lotus Oil.  May I transform into any shape that I desire.”

Chapter 26: To access the Mansion of Osiris

    “I am Horus, the beloved Son of Osiris.  I have come. I am victorious over my enemies whose corpses my chariot rode over on the way to Rosetjau.  My enemies are the fiends Nak and Apep.  I gathered them up and burnt them with the fire from the Wadjet Eye of Horus, given unto me by Thoth.  I enter into the Mansion of my father, Lord Osiris-Ra.  I am given a Suite to reside in until my place has been established in Heaven. The Suite has furniture, a kitchen and dining area, bathrooms, bedrooms, a living room, storage and laundry rooms.”  To whoever knows this Chapter may access their Suite in the Mansion of Osiris once entering Duat.  

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On Visualization and Manifestation...

 

 

 

 

On Visualization ©M7C 2026

https://www.inc.com/jessica-stillman/yale-psychologist-to-manifestation-fans-sorry-but-visualizing-your-goals-makes-you-less-likely-to-achieve-them/91330231

A Yale Psychologist (whom is probably also an Atheist, as most Psychologists tend to be) said “Manifestation or Visualization is less likely to produce goals.”  The Psychologist is wrong.  Visualization has been used for thousands of years (in Ancient Egyptian Temples and on buildings) to create or attract telepathically anything.   Of course the Psychologist didn’t mention Telepathy or any other ability.  Visualization attracts using Telepathy a “Pull effect” in the mind using willpower.  It is like a television conveying images in place of words. 

Actors who wrote a fake check to themselves and referred back to it used Visualization until one day they actually earned that amount.  Other people use Affirmations or self-prayers to themselves and this works.  Visualization uses the Mind’s Ka energy to draw forth or attract objects; this also works in Telekinesis (which is Telepathy + Gravity, the force of willpower).  Telepathy is the first ability one learns (from prayer, a psychic ability).  Clairvoyance or “Clear- Seeing” uses Telepathy plus images in Space-Time.  Chronokinesis projects events ahead in Space-Time using Telekinesis.  

Just because the Psychologist comes from Yale doesn’t make the person correct, most are Atheists because Psychology doesn’t like religion or Magic (their competition). 

Egyptian Pharaohs projected events in images to protect Egypt from foreign invasion when viewed and willed by the people.  One can also throw darts or fire arrows at political images to conquer foreign adversaries (Iran, 1989; Iraq, 1991). 

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Ways to support the Kingdom of Akua-Niihau...

 

 

 

Ni'ihau Micronation Citizen Duties © M7C 2026

Aloha! There are many ways you can support the Kingdom of Akua-Ni'ihau Micronation.  

1.    Donate books to Niihau’s K-12 School on the island of Niihau.
2.    Donate bottled water (1 Gallon size) to Niihau from Kauai.
3.    Buy Niihau Shell Leis (from Kauai, Maui, Oahu, etc.).
4.    Donate to Habitat for Humanity charity to build housing on Niihau Island.
5.    Create Festivals that celebrate Hawaiian culture on the Mainland (CA) and Kauai.
6.    Support Hawaiian Authors, Artists, Sculptors, Musicians, and Historians.
7.    Teach Native Hawaiian Crafts (lei making, canoe building) and Hawaiian Culture.
8.    Learn the Hawaiian Language.
9.    Respect Native Hawaiian Sites, Animals, Plants, Coral, lava rock, etc.
10.   Donate 5% of your next Hawaiian tour to the Native Hawaiian people on Niihau.

Mahalo, 

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Gin Mummy (Novel)...

 

 

 Gin Mummy: Rise of the Antiqrist
A Novella by Horus Michael
Copyright ©® 2024 Horus Michael, All rights reserved. 

ISBN: 9798344413297
Imprint: Independently published  $14.00 US-D:

Gin Mummy: Rise of the Antiqrist is about a newly-elected American President from a contested election, whom suffers from Delusions of Grandeur and Megalomania.  Left untreated until the end, Pres. Duarenef Gin takes the World with him on his quest for global dominance and control of the people. This Novella is 62 pages and was inspired by the politics of the Time. Also President Gin is a compulsive gambler and former Senator of Nevada, his favorite card game is called Gin Mummy.  

Chapter 1: Economy Class

    The food wasn’t that bad.  Baked Alaskan Crab mixed with wild rice and a side of Caesar Salad would force any airline to cringe.  But he was the President-Elect, and was flying Classic Coach on a Boeing 747 en route to Washington D.C. from his Home-State of Nevada.  And yes, he was a notorious Gambler, a High Roller in fact.  But now he would gamble with our Nation’s secrets at taxpayer expense.  
    “Well now, President-Elect Gin! I see you made yourself comfortable in Economy Class,” introduced the Stewardess.  
    Lifting his eyes up from a standard-issue Blueberry cell phone, President-Elect Duarenef Gin smiled quickly as he bookmarked the appropriate application.   His robust eyeglasses fell back against the ridge of his nose as he straightened a silk bowtie against a brown weathered jacket.  
    “I would prefer First Class, actually.  Next time it will be in Air-force One,” he smiled.
    Gin was handed a crystal glass of complementary red wine.   
     Passengers flooded the airplane from the aisle, shifting baggage with an occasional umbrella.  The Climate in the District of Columbia was expecting showers and two days of hail in summer temperatures.  
    Two passengers sat adrift.  They recently departed from Waikiki, Oahu.  Fogged sunglasses crowned with tan Kukui Nut necklaces formed their tourist visage as seen from behind the cloth-bound seats.  Across the way a child played with his VR goggles plugged into an integrated computer terminal.  Suitcases were crammed into the overhead compartments carelessly.  But lo, this was Economy Class.  Up front, First Class was hidden behind a wall of leathery drape.  We only can imagine their lofty cuisine prepared from private Microwave Ovens with fresh wine and moist hand towels.
    Glancing down to his lap, Gin examined the latest polls on an issue of The Federalist Newspaper.  Yes, they still made those.  Gin had won the election, despite a period of contested results.   His newly-formed Imperialist Party won twelve seats in the Senate, four in the House, and the Presidency.   His Party was an Independent group of Moderates.   He served as their leader for the past nine months of campaigning.   
    The Imperialist Party Mascot was a bulging Blue Whale swallowing Krill, representing lesser nations.   Gin was a Senator from Nevada.  He served two terms in Las Vegas district, overseeing Casino management and water rights.   Before that, he was a compulsive gambler and a chocoholic.  His first real job was as a Casino Bank Teller, which was replaced by Artificial Intelligence.  Gin resented this sentiment, no one could ever replace him, he thought.  Then he landed a job with MGM Films as a prop mechanic, filming in the Nevada Desert.  In his youth, he was orphaned, so his real name was lost to Time.  His parents left him in a reed basket with a bottle of Gin and a packet of Duarenef Cigarettes as compensation to whoever took him in.  The basket was actually delivered to a local Casino lobby one morning.  A young Egyptian woman found the basket and adopted him.  Inside the basket was a Live Birth Certificate and Five Thousand Dollars in Casino chips.  His Place of Birth was Carson City, Nevada.   The given name was John so-and-so.  The woman renamed him Duarenef Gin.   
    Gin was the only single President-Elect in our Nation’s History.  His dabbling in real estate and the Stock Market rendered him a comfortable life as a frugal Multi-Millionaire.  
    A digital beep over the airline loudspeaker sounded.   It was time to return to one’s seat.  Within minutes the airline descended from puffy white clouds.   Below was the Mall, a trade name for the stretch of land from Washington’s Monument obelisk to the pillared Capitol building.   
    The airline touched down quietly on the runway, minus any turbulence.  Outside one portal window gathered a crowd of people holding signs in English and rudimentary Spanish.  The crowd appeared near the airport entrance as the airline was being dragged to the docking station.
    “Hmm… Friends of yours?” inquired Dr. Amelia Burke, a passenger seated beside President-Elect Gin.  She was a visiting Scholar studying the Classics.   
    “Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?” Gin responded with his sly wit.   He returned his gaze to the window with hesitation.  
    “If anything happens, remember this.  I voted for you,” Amelia said reassuringly.  
    The airline docked momentarily.  Five minutes later everyone disembarked into the Airport Terminal, and searched for their luggage or used the restroom.  
    Duarenef Gin was met by a man in a tall black suit with driver’s cap at the airline exit.  He was a chauffeur.  Two others, both wearing suits with suspenders, met Gin.  They were Secret Service Agents, complete with tinted sunglasses and invisible wires connected to their ears.  The Agents escorted Gin to the waiting car near the lobby, his luggage was already collected.  
    Just outside the airport lobby stood forty-five protestors carrying political signs and chanting about the contested election.  Three Media cars with photographers and journalists attempted to get a glimpse of Gin’s entourage as it left the airport in Washington D.C. that foggy afternoon.  
    The ride was a slow fifteen minute drive from the airport to the White House.  There was practically no traffic, all the drivers were paid ahead to avoid the area, a kickback to being elected President of the USA.
    Gin was eager to get settled in his new political digs.  He was introduced to the Servants, the Maids, the Chef, and Butlers.  This took about an hour.  His luggage was installed upstairs.  The Lincoln bedroom was refurnished for his use in Italian décor.  He wasn’t Italian, but he loved Caesar’s Palace.  
    A perk for the office was a choice to be made.  One multi-purpose room was often changed for every President.  Once it was an indoor swimming pool, another time a bowling alley.   This time it was a Casino Nightclub, complete with AI Gaming tables and one-armed bandit slot machines, which paid in gold coins bearing his likeness.
    Gin wasn’t required to give any speeches.  Those days were over.  AI replaced the speechwriter and his image was deep-faked.  All he did was to approve or disapprove of its contents.
      
    

Chapter 2: Loyalty

    As a result of the election, Gin’s party didn’t retain a Majority in the Senate or House of Representatives.  So he paid members to switch party alliances to the Imperialist Party.  This didn’t appear to be legal, so Gin signed a couple of Executive Orders.  When that failed, he fired all existing officers in question and appointed new ones to fill those positions whom were loyal to the President.   
    Gin made sweeping reforms for the country.  He didn’t trust anyone who seemed smarter than him, as that was dangerous.  Only Artificial Intelligence was.  So he closed the Board of Education and replaced its director with AI Bots.  He banned all educational materials deemed a threat to his administration, but allowed fictional books, websites, and Media to flourish.   His religion was Kemetic Omnitheism, so he compelled Priests to teach this in Public Schools as a required class for graduation.   The religion was centered on Ancient Egyptian Mythology that his foster Mother taught him.   
    He loved looking at his image on media and currency.   So he increased this activity.
    President Gin ordered posters of himself to be plastered all over the Capitol, in every City of the country.  This was followed by 3D Printed concrete statuary.   Some were even gilded.  He replaced the Dollar with the Gin, a new currency with a set value equal to an ounce of Silver at market rate.   All paper money was accepted during the conversion process, and banks automatically updated their accounts from Dollars to Gins.   
    Gin said in public releases that he often compared himself to Christ even though he wasn’t Christian.  For his religion to reach mainstream audiences, Gin replaced Crucifixes bearing the body of Christ with an Egyptian Djed Pillar of Osiris, in every Church.
    To support an economy, President Gin created oil wells along the untapped reserves in coastal regions.  This didn’t seem to matter because most people now drove Electric Vehicles not gasoline-powered ones.  The oil was fashioned into Petroleum products like Jelly or Plastics.  He also applied a 20% Sales Tax on imports, with a discount coming from Autocratic regimes.   The immigration problem was fixed by changing the Class System in USA.

    President Gin ordered that a new class of people be drafted.  First were the Nobles, or Billionaire plus Class. Second were Citizens, or Middle Class level.   Third were Plebes, basically non-Citizens who acted as tourists, migrants, or criminals.  Plebes other than tourists were subject to forced labor on oil wells, Mines, or Farms.  This scared them away from wanting to enter the country.  Plebes also don’t receive Citizen Benefits like free health care or tax breaks.  Homeless Citizens still retained all Citizen Rights or benefits.
    Gin closed the Weather satellites because he had to make Budget cuts, so Priests predicted the Will of the Gods during storms.  Offerings were compulsory to the Temples to make the Gods happy and prevent Natural Disasters.  Temple attendance was required on Sundays with formal attire per Citizen.    The work week was shortened to a mandatory four days of labor, with Friday off so as to worship President Gin, who was said to have been born on a Friday according to his Birth Certificate.  
    Gin’s currency “the Gin” had his living portrait etched into each Central Bank note.  Silver Gin coins were also accepted as currency, made of pure Silver metal with his smiling image and 3 Deity Hieroglyphs.  
    Gin slowly became Paranoid that people were out to get him, due to ratings on social media.  So he ordered all social media to only report positive feedback and delete anything hostile or negative.  He replaced feedback options with AI Bots, so users wouldn’t talk to his administration.   He used AI to monitor cell phone communication, searching for keywords that could be signs of a coup or conspiracy.   This activity was fed to the NSA and Homeland Security.   Gin also employed AI in choosing Military officers, and their education, communication texting or emails, or other Media.  Gin knew exactly what everyone was talking about, wondering or thinking.   Hidden cameras were installed in Public facilities, inside one-way restroom mirrors, restaurants, transit stations, and in personal cell phones or tablets.  
    President Gin’s social media account was AI Controlled to prevent hacking.  His followers had mostly low IQ, as the smart ones routinely had been ejected from the system.   Low intelligent people are easier to manipulate in his opinion.  Although genius types and child prodigies were often enlisted to program AI systems, the majority of scholars were imprisoned on Space Stations, part of the proposed Space Force Military Branch.   
    The Space Force created Asteroid Mining as part of the Economy, searching for rare minerals, gold, titanium, etc.   Older Space Stations met their fate as orbiting hotels for the Space Tourism industry, now a completely Government-owned business.   
    Also in the Economy was the relationship between USA and the NATO Alliance.   President Gin expected any deployment of USA Military in foreign conflicts to be compensated once completed by the host nation.   NATO traditionally was a free, mutually exclusive union for defense of other countries from an aggressor Superpower like Russia.   Iraq also owed USA Money for replacing their Dictatorship regimes, barring any future involvement there if not compensated.  Loyal puppet administrators were placed at the Director level in each affected State.
    President Gin changed the birthright of USA Citizens, in that each parent must be a Citizen first before their American-born child can claim Citizenship.  This prevented pregnant migrants from claiming Citizenship when invading USA.   

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The Aumakua Necromancer (Novel by MJC):

 

 

 

The Aumakua Necromancer®
Copyright © ®2025 Michael J. Costa, All rights reserved.
Genre: Fiction, Action, Horror (Supernatural).

 

Chapter 1:

 

          Our Grandfather’s passing left a near-perfect void in the midst of our Living room.  Though despite his absence, his generosity was abundantly clear.  He wanted his heirs to live in comfort, forever…

          We inherited this massive acreage in western Molokai, a ranch that was like one-third of the island.  There were a few areas of development available, ranging from a few hotels, a film theater, a golf course, and the Shire or township.  But most was barren Agricultural land with a few forests and pristine, Public-Access beaches (State Law required all beaches in the Islands to be Public). 

          Grandfather’s Last Will allowed 2 heirs to administer the property: my cousin Lucas would control one-half, and the rest goes to me.  I am Reginald, the eldest grandson.  Our Grandfather was Cornelius Sheppard, the Sugarcane Baron. He was very famous in the Islands.  He owned this ranch and twelve others.   When Sugarcane stopped being produced, he retired.  

          Lucas wanted to develop the ranch, make luxury homes to sell for profit.  I am the Scientist in the family. I only wanted to retain the property so I could excavate it for Archaeology reasons.  So we drew a line down the map.  Lucas would govern the coastal regions and I would be left with inland acreage and some daunting waterfalls. 

          The coastal regions contained some hotels with golf courses, and some industrial factories that once produced Sugar.  In my region, I had access to farms, the township, and a private cabin with defunct swimming pools.  The pools were once drained after a small Drought hit the Islands a while back.  The cabin has water from the adjacent rivers, and it is connected to a drainage system.

          We both lived in the Mainland.  My family home was in California, while Lucas dwelt in upstate New York.  The Molokai Estate was a vacation site.  Lucas just wanted to sell and be done with it so he could return to his lavish penthouse apartment.   California had mixed weather, sometimes floods while others wildfires.  The only tangible asset keeping me from just moving here was my attachment to Mainland Lifestyle.  Molokai was some woodsy backwater in comparison.  Lucas knew that. 

 

          The flight was five hours out of Oakland International Airport to Maui, followed by a boat ferry to Molokai.  We arrived in separate planes but met at the ferry in time.  Lucas was dressed in a cotton-and-polyester Aloha shirt with Khakis, with brand name sunglasses. I wore a light-weight jacket, pants, and prescription glasses that had the ability to darken with sunlight, called Transition lenses.   The ferry was a bumpy ride to Molokai, due to the recent tides. 

          “So Reginald,” Lucas started.  He was holding a classic Mai Tai glass filled with fruit juices and Rum.  The plastic sword hit a piece of pineapple in the center of some crushed ice.  

          “Hey Lucas,” I replied.  “Do you still play Rugby?”

          “Nah, you know me, I quit that a long time ago… I was wondering.  Do you want one of the hotels on the North end? I don’t need both.”

          “Is that an offer?” I asked in interest.  Lucas rarely gives up valuable assets, unless he’s drunk.  He looked drunk, Hmm…

          Lucas took a swig of his cocktail.  Then he munched on some crushed ice.  He smiled. 

 

          “Reggie, you should have it, seriously.  What are you gonna do with that cabin?  It is 3 levels with foundation.  It’s not even a proper Mansion given, given what we inherited.  Here, these are the keys to the hotel, take them. I don’t need everything.  I especially don’t want the Assessor’s annual report on this.  I want to build these four-star Estates to celebrities and Billionaires.  Here is the write-up on that project, read pages 8 to 12.  And, one more thing, Reggie – don’t tell me you don’t want it.  It’s a gift. It’s a gift from Sheppard, too,” Lucas said.

          I stored his proposal with the keys to the Northern Hotel in a jacket pocket.  The ferry arrived to the destination four minutes later.  We were met by Limousine at the Custom’s Center with our luggage.  From there it took about 10 minutes to reach the Ranch. 

          Our car met the Security Check Point with the raised hazard bar and darkened glass office.  The office was encased in razor-wire fences extending to the roadway.  Our permit electronically signaled the office, and the bar lifted by itself; the office was operated by an automaton.  

          We arrived at the North Hotel 15 minutes on a private road after the checkpoint. 

          Lucas entered the Hotel first.  The bellhop was a robot, as were the Cashier, the Maids and the Bank teller.  Most of the employees were automatons.  It saved costs. 

          Lucas secured access to a private Suite for me on a mid-level tower.   I took the plastic keys, brochure, and Tablet computer.  I had private access to the Garage with whatever was still in there.  Afterwards Lucas left to his own Hotel a few miles up the road via the Limo. 

          The Hotel was not some antiquarian dilapidated hovel, but actually a crisp and technologically sound, palatial estate.  It still retained the charm of a Hawaiian resort with carved wooden Tiki gods guarding the entrances, and Colonial Period architecture.  A bronze Pineapple stood above an artesian well.  The private cobblestone road led to a circle with buildings, notably a Bakery, Internet Café, banks with ATM machines, a film theater, merchant shops, and a fuel shop.  Solar panels and palm-tree windmills were hidden by actual trees.  The road leading to the hotel cut through a golf course. 

          I checked my baggage to the Bellhop who beeped in gratitude.  I took a stroll on the grounds leading out. 

 

          The Garage was underground actually.  How much TNT did the workers use to excavate it?  Explosives were a former method in Hawaiian architecture.  Nonetheless, this Garage wasn’t bleeding lava rock. 

          I counted four Ferraris and three Bentleys, a dozen Limousines, fourteen motorcycles (all with adjustable helmets), and ten other cars of unknown provenance that were covered in a gray tarp. 

          A private pathway led to one of the beaches.  Scouring the sand dunes with a pair of binoculars I spotted a couple of tourists operating a Drone.   Two tourists rode a Hydrofoil in the distance.  Five College-age females played Volleyball a mile from the main road.  Two lavatory buildings and an active Lifeguard rested on the crest leading to the path.

          I returned to the Hotel. 

          The resort contained a restaurant and a shopping mall some distance from the main building.  A small Monorail stopped at the Hotel every 15 to 20 minutes.  I took the elevator to my Suite and unpacked. 

 The Aumakua Necromancer®
Copyright © ®2025 Michael J. Costa, All rights reserved.
Genre: Fiction, Action, Horror (Supernatural).  $15.00 US-D.  

 ISBN: 9798263718596
Imprint: Independently published

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Moses wouldn’t be a prophet if he didn’t study Egyptian Magic...

 

 

 

Moses wouldn’t be a prophet if he didn’t study Egyptian Magic. ©M7C 2026

 

            In the Old Testament the Biblical character named Joshua led the recently-liberated Israelites out of Egypt and into the “Promised Land” once they passed the Judgement by Moses of the 10 Commandments.  In the New Testament, Jesus Christ leads the righteous who passed the Last Judgement into the Kingdom of Heaven, which was promised to them.  In the earlier story from Egypt, it is Horus who leads the vindicated from the Court of Ma’at to Heaven (Paradise).  This is the same story revised. 

            In the Egyptian stories, Horus and his mother Isis flee the wrath of Lord Set (whom murdered the father of Horus, Lord Osiris, and usurped the throne of the First Egyptian Empire) into the Nile Delta (Lower Egyptian State) after Set calls for the death of the first-born of Egypt, as he searches for the heir of Osiris.  Horus & Isis pilot papyrus boats in the Delta. 

            In the Old Testament, someone fears that the Deliverer of the Slaves will appear so the Pharaoh seeks to kill the first-born, which is Moses.  The mother of Moses places him on a papyrus raft in a canal that leads back to Pharaoh’s daughter’s home, where Moses is adopted as a Prince of Egypt.  Moses grows up in Pharaoh’s Court. 

            In the New Testament, Jesus is born after a Star appears in the Eastern night sky, signaling the Age of the Messiah, or liberator/deliverer of the Jews.  After his birth, King Herod orders the death of the first-born.  Jesus and his mother Mary flee into the Nile Delta or Lower Egypt for safety.  The Star is a hieroglyph for Deity in Egypt. 

            The death of the first-born first appears in the Pyramid Texts of the 5^th Dynasty, Ancient Egypt.  Horus is the Only Son of the God Osiris, born post-humously after Osiris is killed the second time and dismembered by Set.  Joshua in Greek is spelled as Jesus.   Greek language was known in the Bible, from the passage “Alpha & Omega, the first and the last” letters of the Greek Alphabet.  The Greeks invented coinage or money 1000 years after silver money was reported in the Bible, from the sale of the family of Abraham into slavery in Egypt.  The word Abram is similar to the Egyptian word for Babylon, “Aram”; the additive “Ha” was added to make Abraham in the Book of Genesis.

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