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Heart Scarabs
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These scarabs were inscribed with Chapter 30 of the Book of the Dead so that their heart would not speak against them during the Weighing of the Heart Ceremony. The spell says: O my heart which I had from my mother, O my heart which I had upon this earth, do not rise against me as a witness in the presence of the Lord of Things, do not speak against me concerning what I have done, do not bring up anything against me in the presence of the Great God, Lord of the West. Hail to you, my heart! Hail to you, my heart! Hail to you, my entrails! Hail to you, you gods who are at the head of those who wear the sidelock, who lean on their staffs! May you say what is good to Ra, may you make me flourish, may powers be bestowed when I go forth, having been interred amongst the great ones who long end
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These scarabs were inscribed with Chapter 30 of the Book of the Dead so that their heart would not speak against them during the Weighing of the Heart Ceremony. The spell says: O my heart which I had from my mother, O my heart which I had upon this earth, do not rise against me as a witness in the presence of the Lord of Things, do not speak against me concerning what I have done, do not bring up anything against me in the presence of the Great God, Lord of the West. Hail to you, my heart! Hail to you, my heart! Hail to you, my entrails! Hail to you, you gods who are at the head of those who wear the sidelock, who lean on their staffs! May you say what is good to Ra, may you make me flourish, may powers be bestowed when I go forth, having been interred amongst the great ones who long endure upon earth. Not dying in the West, but becoming a spirit in it.