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Queen of the Nile
Dreams and visions of Egypt have haunted me for many years. In her energetic past, I remember lifetimes of knowledge.
Egypt is a place of diversity and duality: the barren sands of the desert contrast the corn and sugar cane fields of the fertile Nile valley. Farm families live in direct relationship to land, water, and food while others negotiate the more metropolitan issues of crowded cities, politics, and tourists. Men flirt outrageously with Western women while the veiled local women examine us curiously. Egypt is an odd mixture of modern, ancient, and transcendent.
Sharing roads with pedestrians, horses, and goats, we traveled at off-peak times to have private ceremonies at ancient sites. Our first morning, I stood at dawn between the paws of the Sphinx in a ritual. In my mind's eye, an ultraviolet bird-headed figure beckoned to me.
"Horus?" I thought, but the being shook her head. Nepthys, archetype of invisibility, dreams, and unseen worlds, had honored me in her kite form
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That night, I found myself in a lucid dream out in the white desert sands. Dancing her way to greet me was Normandi, calling to me, "Sister, Nepthys." I relayed this dream to Normandi during the bus ride to Sakkara, the site of Zoser's step pyramid.
Sakkara was the place in my dreams. I grasped Karen's arm as we headed across the desert, "I'm losing time. Just help me ground." Indeed, I seemed to be floating through dark space.
Using the Zoser pyramid as a backdrop, we began a guided chakra meditation corresponding to the seven steps of the pyramid. Normandi and I stood with her as the energy for the diamond body initiations flowed through all of us. Time and space flowed away in all directions.
All light beings were invited to be reborn while the energetic portal remained open to send the dead to the light as well. When I opened my eyes, the desert was filled with thousands of eyes surrounding us. The souls of everyone physically present appeared as radiant interconnected crystals in deep space. Then, one crystal ignited with a bright flash. The light left it and traversed the lines to the connecting crystals. They, in turn, were catalyzed into an explosion of more light. Indeed, a single illumination can be the catalyst to enlighten the entire matrix of interconnected beings. My hope was restored that the conscious web of creation could be held by humanity. I left with a smile.
Magic, insights, and miracles became an integral part of my trip. Seldom did I keep track of the itinerary; I enjoyed the freedom of simply having to show up at the right time. One very hot day was spent at the Valley of the Kings. Descending the passagew
ay decorated with funerary texts, I entered a magnificent burial chamber. The highly decorative walls surrounded a cantilevered carved sarcophagus lid. Just before the lights were extinguished for our ritual, and darkness surrounded us. The total absence of light imitated the non-sensory state of death. Then, Anubis, guardian of the dead, appeared before me to remind me that death was simply a transition. With this liberating thought, I was free- no longer bound by body, space, or time. Death was not an enemy, but a liberator of consciousness. For a timeless moment, I felt unlimited and immortal.
At Abydos, the tomb of Osiris remains underwater. The Oseirion can be excavated because the water table has risen over the centuries. Egyptologist J. A. West states that similar floods date back to 10,000 BCE, approximately the time of the sinking of Atlantis. Consequently, there isn? much to view at the Oseirion. Yet, I remembered it from a reoccurring dream where I was diving through the ruins, attempting to retrieve the underwater treasures. Finding the physical location of that dream allowed me to ground it into the physical awareness - an indisputable confirmation of the reality of my dream state.
At Dendera, more memories flooded through me. Tall columns capped with once-blue images of Hathor grace the temple entrance. Dendera was familiar and still held significant energy. Outside, the sacred lakebed, once representative of the primordial waters of Nun, was the site of our next ritual. The group's ecstatic dance represented the hieros gamos or sacred marriage of Hathor and Horus.
On our Nile cruise, the moving Egyptian landscape of rural homes, irrigated sugar cane and corn fields, and livestock herded by children waving and shouting greetings to our ship revealed an intimate relationship between the people, land, food, water, and transportation.
We left the serenity of rural Egypt to fly back to Cairo for our private initiation in the Great Pyramid. Entering the Pyramid. We climbed hunched-over in silence and darkness through the low-ceilinged ramp. At the Grand Gallery, I was relieved to be standing upright. However, there was more climbing and yet another low passage leading to the King? Chamber.
I was surprised to find the chamber devoid of decoration. The stone sarcophagus at one end dominated the large room. I waited anxiously for my turn at lying down in the sarcophagus. Many of my prior dreams and visions had revealed my Teacher helping me out of the sarcophagus. My experience was of a timeless, eternal moment. All things disappeared and there was only total awareness.
Then as I left, I realized that everything had changed. In the silence of the King's chamber, I could hear everyone everywhere. People's feelings were as obvious as the clothes they wore. There were no boundaries. This soul consciousness transformed my approach to the world forever. I became who I am- without a mask, without pretense. I knew I could never go back.
Egypt irrevocably changed me. While her landscape and stories mirror the heavens, her energetic presence empowers humanity to consciously mediate heaven and earth. Her timeless land, people, and history enter your heart so subtly that I doubt any traveler ever truly leaves. I still dream that I am in Egypt. Her treasures reveal the mysteries of humanity: who we are, were, and will be.
Know thyself.