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The Radiance of the Aten
​eBook by Polaris AB

• First Edition of Polaris AB’s ‘Radiance of the Aten - Memoirs of Meryra, High Priest of Aten.
• The Rise and Fall of Akhenaten and Nefertiti as told by Meryra, High Priest of Aten. Readings from the Halls of Amun-Ti and the Akashic Records revealing the lost story of Amarna and the true parentage of Tutankhamun.​​​

MERYRA - High Priest of Aten

• I speak of my days under the sun, when I walked the white stones of Akhetaten as High Priest of the Aten. I see them now, clear as the dawn that broke each morning over the cliffs yet dimmed by the vastness of what lies beyond. I served Akhenaten, the son of the disc, and through him the Aten itself, the radiant one, the sole light we raised above all others. We built Akhetaten from nothing, a city of light, open to the sky, free of the dark sanctuaries where Amun hid his secrets. 
• Akhenaten's Will was Stone: no gods but the Aten, no priests but those who bowed to him, no shadows to cloud the truth he saw. I was his voice, his hands, shaping temples and rites to match his dream. The gold necklaces he draped on me weighed heavy with honour, yet lighter than the burden of his faith.
• ​​The Aten was… everything. 

Meritaten - the Heart of Aten

• I recall my earliest memories of her. As a child, she was unlike any other, a mystery wrapped in the radiant light of the Aten, and I found myself both humbled and unsettled by her presence. From the moment of her birth, I observed something extraordinary. Her skull, elongated and graceful, seemed almost a vessel crafted by the Aten itself, distinct from the children of other nobles, as though her form had been shaped to hold a greater purpose.
• I began to believe she heard the world as the Aten hears it, with an awareness that transcended the senses. Our lessons beneath the sun's embrace often turned to the stars, for her curiosity stretched beyond the day into the eternal night. 

​Nefertiti - Great Royal Wife of Aten

• Nefertiti brought vitality and beauty, making Atenism not just a doctrine but a lived experience. Nefertiti wasn't just Akhenaten's wife; she was his collaborator, amplifying his vision and embedding it in Egypt's cultural memory.
• I will speak now of the tender blooms of Nefertiti's Garden , her daughters, the six lights of Akhenaten's house, born under the Aten's rays. Merytaten, Meketaten, Ankhesenpaaten, Neferneferuaten Tasherit, Neferneferure, Setepenre.
• They were the heart of Akhetaten, six sisters, each a spark of their mother's fire and their father's vision. I saw them grow beneath the disc, their laughter echoing in the palace, their hands raised in praise as I taught them the Aten's hymns. They danced with Nefertiti, sistra ringing, believing Akhenaten's light would shield them forever.

​AY - Grand Vizier of Four Kings
Pharaoh of the Two Lands

• My ambition, always smouldering, grew bolder as Akhenaten and his family became more and more reclusive, spending their time in the grounds of his city of the sun, Akhetaten and neglecting his duties outside of its walls. I was free to roam the Two Lands going about my own business, building my own network of loyal and trusted subjects.
• I collaborated with the reinstated priests of Amun-Ra, who welcomed the return of their god. We moved the court back to Thebes, restored Amun's temples, and renamed the boy to erase the Aten's stain. Tutankhamun grew wilful , his confidence swelling under the priests' influence, his military's commands - and away from my own influences. He began to assert himself, questioning my counsel. I saw my control slipping, my dream of the throne threatened. I acted again, as I always had to preserve my own position.
  

Smenkhkare - the Shadow of Aten

• My childhood in the golden halls of Malkata was haunted by a ghost, my elder brother Thutmose, the Crown Prince, taken to the afterlife before my birth. My parents spoke of him with reverence: a priest of Ptah, an accomplished warrior who smote enemies in his youth, a star extinguished by a fleeting illness. His shadow loomed over me, his name a measure I could never meet. My mother, Tiye, would gaze at me with love but also sorrow, as if I were a lesser echo of her lost son. My elder brother Amenhotep, who became Akhenaten, was her pride, a visionary who reshaped the Two Lands.
  
• I, Smenkhkare, was but an afterthought, a prince without purpose. 

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 Extract from the 'Memoirs of Meryra'

The Great Hymn of Akhenaten
"Akhenaten's latest creation lay before them: a new Great Hymn, its words raw and untested, born from the pharaoh's restless communion with the sun. Panehesy lifted the tablet, his voice trembling with reverence as he read: "'O living Aten, you who create the seed in women, who make breath for all nostrils… sole god, beside whom there is none. You rise, and the earth lives; you set, and it rests in your shadow.'"

​The words hung heavy, a bold stroke against the old gods' lingering ghosts. Meryra traced the signs with a calloused finger, feeling the Aten's truth etched in clay. "It's bolder than the last," he said, his tone measured but firm. "It strips away even the echoes of Amun's name, leaves no room for Osiris or the underworld. We'll sing it at dawn, from the temple steps, let the people hear it as the disc breaks the horizon." Hatiay shifted, his lined face creasing deeper. "Some still whisper of Osiris in the villages, High Priest. Beyond the city, they cling to the old ways. This will stir them."

Meryra's eyes hardened, glinting in the lamplight. "Let them whisper. The Aten's light drowns all shadows, and Akhenaten's Will is ours to uphold. We'll refine the rhythm tonight short, clear beats, like the sun's pulse through the day." Ramose leaned forward, his voice eager. "Add a pause here 'you rise, and the earth lives' - let it linger, like the first ray on the cliffs."

Meryra guided them, his patience thinning as fatigue crept in, but his resolve unyielding. This hymn would be the Aten's voice, and his own, a legacy carved in song as enduring and everlasting as the talatat underfoot. The lamps spluttered low, their wicks drowning in molten wax, and Meryra finally rose, stretching his stiff limbs. The others followed, bowing as he stepped into the cool night. 

Song of the The Great Hymn - Polaris AB

The Contemplations of Meryra: "My achievements, they gleam like the sun on the Nile. I was High Priest of Akhetaten under the guidance of Akhenaten. I built its temples, open, radiant, laid the talatat swift and sure, a city born of his vision. I sang his hymns, lifted Merytaten's dance, shaped Nefertiti's Will into rites that crowned his ascent. The gold he gave me, the trust he placed, these were my stars, proof I served a truth unbound by death. I stood in that light, saw him become it, and that glory echoes here, undimmed".

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