Sekhmet Mistress of Dread, mighty Destroyer and Healer, the Lion-headed Goddess of ancient Egypt really kicks ass.

When I'm frustrated by this world and its inhabitants, I sometimes imagine myself transformed, raining down the righteous wrath of Sekhmet, sweeping evildoers aside, trampling, rampaging, devouring in a glorious, voracious hurricane of vengeance.

When Ra, the great Sungod, looked down upon humanity, His creation, He found that they had begun to mock Him and to disobey His commandments. His anger was intense(never piss off a god) and He called upon His daughter, Sekhmet to teach the prideful and dissolute mortals a lesson.

The Goddess swept down on them, a ravening, bloodhungry Lioness. She massacred thousands upon thousands and was so carried away by the bloodlust of the killing that She would not be stopped.

Finally Ra had to resort to trickery. He ordered that huge vats of beer be made and mixed with pomagranite juice, which He had poured out on the fields of Her glorious slaughter while She slept. When the mighty Lioness awoke to resume the killing, She saw blood everywhere and drank deeply of it. She drank so much beer that it soothed Her wild spirit and She transformed back to Her peaceful form and returned to Ra.

I've always rather liked that little myth. It's kind of cool that She was also known as the Goddess of healers and Her priests were physicians. Her destruction was terrible, but just.

"Sekhmet's action is always the right, or 'appropriate action'. When She destroys it is an appropriate destruction or vengence. It is never chaotic or random. It is always what is needed at the time."

Hmmm... I've been feeling pretty growly lately... There may even be a roar coming...

Somebody might want to start brewing some pomagranite beer.