My Name Is Moses Part 1

Forward: This is the beginning of an ongoing series which I will call, “My Name Is.” I am assuming the identity of different real personalities and writing 1st person of their experiences, as I understand them. I will try to be cognizant of actual history and proper timing of events. Some years are left vacant in the records. When this occurs, I will fill in the blanks with scenarios which may very well have happened, but in truth are only conjectures of possibilities.

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My name is Moses. I am of Hebrew blood, the Tribe of Levi, one of the Twelve Tribes of Israel, or of The Patriarch Jacob, Son of Isaac, Son of Abraham, whom the Lord God called out of Ur, direct descendent of Ark builder Father Noah, through his son, Shem. Father Noah was the 10th Patriarch of the 1st age, beginning with Father Adam who was created by the Lord God.

Being born of goodly Levite parents, nevertheless, I was raised in the Court of an Egyptian Pharaoh. My Egyptian mother, Pharaohs daughter, found my basket floating among the reeds in the shallows of the Nile River. My people have become as numerous as the sands of the sea, and the story was told to me that in an attempt to reduce the number of slaves Pharaoh (my grandfather) had ordered the death of all newborn Hebrew males. But I don’t think his heart was really in the decree, because he had relied on the Hebrew midwives to carry out the act and they successfully avoided the decree. He couldn’t have been very dedicated to the idea of murdering babies, but he was afraid of the sheer numbers of the slaves. So, it was a worrisome time for my people.

My people’s popularity has diminished from favored of Pharaoh in the long-ago time of Joseph, to slaves of the land. It’s been this way for more than a hundred years, now. Because of the population control measures, my Levite mother created a small ark woven of reeds. She then caulked the outside with pitch and set me afloat in the shallow waters of the Nile, close to where the princess would be bathing. The Princess took pity on me, whereupon my older sister who was watching, offered the princess to fetch a nursemaid for the babe. Her offer was accepted. The nursemaid was my Levite mom. (Of course, I don’t remember any of this.) After I became old enough, I was placed in the guardianship of my foster mother, the Pharaohs daughter, who was a very good mother to me. I have always loved my foster mother and grandfather. They were always kind. I have fond memories of my youth in the court. I learned to enjoy learning. We learned manners and sports. I was taught in the manner of the elite Egyptian youths, in reading, writing, and arithmetic, music, arts, philosophy, and history.

To be continued - Part 2.