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Meet the Gods: Nun


The oldest of ancient Egyptian gods is Nun (also Nu), the father of Ra, the sun god. Nun means “primeval waters.” Although the Egyptians had many creation myths, all agreed the universe came from Nun’s primordial waters. The sun rising from the sea each morning was considered a reenactment of the creation myth. Legends have said at the end of the world, everything will sink beneath the waters of chaos from which creation begun.

No priesthoods, cults, or temples were devoted solely to Nun, but when digging foundations for temples, Egyptians dug down until they reached water so the temple was literally rising out of the primeval waters welling up from the earth. Nun was represented by each temple’s sacred lake; existing in every molecule of water. He was more than an ocean, he was considered “a limitless expanse of motionless water.” Some attributed the annual flooding of the Nile River to Nun.



Nun was depicted as a frog or as a frog-headed man as well as a bearded man with blue or green skin, signifying his link to water. He can appear standing on a solar boat or rising from the waters holding a palm frond, symbolizing long life, and wears another in his hair. He may appear holding the sun disc or as a baboon greeting the rising sun. Occasionally, Nun is portrayed as a hermaphrodite with pronounced breasts.

In addition to the turbulence of stormy waters, darkness, nothingness, invisibility, and infinity were among his qualities, as were those of his female form, Naunet.

It was Nun who suggested Ra send out his “eye” to destroy mankind when people no longer gave the respect due the elderly god. On a positive note, Nun protected others from the demonic powers of chaos represented as serpents.



After this research, I might choose to work with Nun, the Great Waters of the Unmanifest, to bring a desire from nothingness to fruition. I would work with water, including a small vial from the Nile River gifted me by a traveler. If I were to include more, it would be a watery fabric, palms, a small frog figure, and a scrying bowl with sacred water.

Chaos is often viewed as something to be avoided; chaos is messy and unable to be controlled. Yet it is from this churning, dreams are born.

Paul Cezanne explains it well in “We Live in a Rainbow of Chaos,” “…referring to chaos in the way that the Greeks had used the word – to indicate a wide-open expanse. Chaos is the great space of emptiness that occurs before genesis. It is the openness where things fall apart and new creations arise.”


About the Author:

Lynn Woike

All my life I have known magic was real. As a child, I played with the fae, established relationships with trees and “just knew things.” In my maiden years I discovered witchcraft and dabbled in the black-candles-and-cemeteries-at-midnight-on-a-fullmoon magick just enough to realize I did not understand its power. I went on to explore many practices including Zen, astrology, color therapy, native traditions, tarot, herbs, candle magic, gems, and, as I moved into my mother years, Buddhism, the Kabbalah and Reiki. The first man I dated after my divorce was a witch who reintroduced me to the Craft, this time by way of the Goddess. For 11 years I was in a coven, but with retirement, I have returned to an eclectic solitary practice. When accepting the mantle of crone, I pledged to serve and teach. This is what I do from my skoolie – a 30-year-old school bus converted into a tiny house on wheels that I am driving around the country, following 72-degree weather, emerging myself into nature, and sharing magic with those I meet. Find me at, Facebook and Instagram.