Ramona Louise Wheeler

Seshat is Your Memory

"I am your writing tablet, Lord Thoth. I bring you your ink.”


Thoth is the intellect of the Naytures, yet the results of his searching and learning would be lost without a way to record his data, and a way to convert that data into information. Seshat is the Assistant to Thoth -- she is the ink and the paper. Her name is the feminine form of sesh, “scribe.” In the strictly oral world from which ancient Egypt evolved, women were most often the repositories of community data. Men took over scribal duties in the Two Kingdoms, nevertheless, the lovely image of Seshat lingered in their memories and in their art.


Her crown is a flower with seven rays, between the inverted horns of Hathor, another allusion to the chakra of the feminine experience of self. Seshat stands beside the Tree of Knowledge with its golden apples of wisdom, and she wears the ancient leopard skin garment of the first calendar priests. At her feet are her primary tools, the writing tablet and stylus, the original media which recorded history and the names of humankind, one by one, each unique.

Seshat was the Secretary of ancient Egypt, recording the data while engineers and architects measured out the grounds of temples, palaces, homes and pyramids in preparation for building. Seshat wrote down the names of the pharaohs and the Naytures. She kept lists. The ancient Egyptians wrote a lot of lists, some of them “chiseled in stone.” They loved names and they loved keeping lists of the names of things. Seshat is the Queen of Lists. Seshat is the love of reading as well, the pleasure you have found in every book you’ve read.


Seshat is born anew at every meeting of ink and paper. She is the stylus, the quill, the keyboard and the mouse; the touch pad, the touch screen. She is the Interface, the translator. Seshat is the algorithms, the programs, sub-routines and machine codes which are the “sacred language” of the computer. She is the software that drives our modern miracles, the electronic memory of all those hard drives everywhere around the world, saving the data that humanity is creating, saving our memories, our knowledge, the lessons we’ve learned. Saving civilization. Her high priests are everywhere in our world and they are shaping the future.

Today, we accept the neurochemistry and electromagnetism of our brain systems as the archive of your ba’s perceptions and experiences, but space-time explanations of the actual data storage system are not yet complete. Some out-on-the-edge mathematicians are exploring the quantum link between consciousness and memory, but at the time of this writing, the results are not all in.

Your memories use increasing amounts of storage space in your Sunship’s systems. When you are young, Seshat needs only a single file to keep track of your remembered data. You can call it up quickly. As your life-voyage gets longer, however, that simple file changes to a wall of file-drawers, then corridors of file-drawers. Some topics eventually have their own rooms and gardens. Seshat’s crew has expanded as well. You still remember all that stuff. You just need more time for the particular file of data you requested to surface.

Thank your Seshat when you recall what you were trying to remember. That bit of “feel-good” chemistry revitalizes the entire system.