Inundation refers to the flooding of the Nile valley. The rising water of the river clears away anything in its path, but it leaves behind a great gift. The organic materials in the muddy black silt allow the barren sand to grow crops. Kemet is the Black Land. The smelly relics of death and decay also bring fertility to the land. It is the gift of Wesir (Osiris) the dead king who still brings life.
That’s great for the Ancient Egyptians, but what does inundation mean now, to us? We could look at it as the polar opposite of Fallow Time. This is a time when we are flooded by hints, nudges and clue-by-fours from the spirit side. At first we may be grateful for the extra attention. Then, as it goes on, we start thinking longingly back to quieter times. Every song on the radio seems to have special meaning. Every prayer or meditation session brings new insights. We may suddenly be filled with ideas for projects. We may start to take on that glazed deer-in-the-headlights look. We may start to say things like “Again, Universe? Really?” When it rains, it pours. I even have a friend, not even Kemetic, who often has dreams about flooding in times like these.
I’ll offer the same words of comfort for this as I did in my Fallow Time post. It doesn’t last forever. Eventually the flood passes, leaving rich fertile ground behind. That’s when you plant your seeds and bring all those new and exciting ideas down to solid earth. If you were paying attention during the flood, and hopefully taking notes, you will have a lot of material to work with.
The inundation is a time when things seem out of control. You might be tempted to fight against it, to childishly stick your fingers in your ears and sing loudly, pretending not to hear. You might want to discount the entire thing and call everything that comes out of it crazy. There’s a reason why the Army Corps of Engineers decided to put the Rio Grand inside a concrete cage with earthen barriers on both sides. It seemed like the obvious thing to do to avoid those pesky floods. In doing so, we lost a lot of our wetlands. When I moved here, I was surprised to think that this place used to bear long stretches of trees that were once home to a wide variety of wildlife. Now, we only have a few representative park areas left. The original Nile no longer floods either. We traded life’s diversity for security. Sometimes that’s a good trade, and sometimes it isn’t. If you are in real danger of doing things you will regret later, security is a good answer. If you’re having a spiritual breakthrough and are simply nervous about not being “normal” then let the waters flow! (If you’re not certain where to draw the line, when the words “hospital” “fired” “broke” or “police” have the potential to be involved, then you need to seek help. Those lines you do not cross.)