“Welcome home,” were words that frequently greeted the members of our Earthkeeper group (121 individuals) led by Tyberonn, channel to Metatron, on our two-week pilgrimage to Egypt. It was a warming outer confirmation of something for me that had been so internal, so unexpressed and within my subconscious, waiting to be unveiled. Indeed, why fly some 5,600 miles to Egypt you may be asking. What is the draw? It is a long journey into seemingly unknown territory. It was more arduous than I had anticipated. For myself, Egypt had been calling me since the early 90’s when my spiritual path opened and deepened, but more so over the past several years since I developed the awareness of my energetic connections there, both earthly and cosmic, through my inner search and reconnection to Merlin. For me this quest was a personal reconvening of past lives and an energetic reckoning with the powerful energies at the center of the continents on Mother Earth in Egypt, all at this auspicious time of the Ascension. Finally, time and opportunity intersected into a joyful synchronicity and the journey of a lifetime to find more of myself.
For our collective, as Metatron had announced, our trip marked the beginning of the 12th and final wave of energies prior to the “official” ascension date of 12/21/2012 – the end of the 26,000 year period highlighted for us by the Mayan timekeepers. In the powerful energies of the temples, tombs and pyramids, our work as ascension energy anchors began and we received, grounded and were encoded with light and energies in the powerful vortexes we visited. We connected to the very stones of the buildings everywhere, whether adorned, engraved or crumbling in outer courts, inner courts and holy of holies. One may decipher that the pyramids, temples and ruins act as formidable resonators. To be in their presence once again was an amazing experience.
Despite negative media reporting to the contrary, I am delighted to say that our presence as tourists was welcomed everywhere. Children and families waved to us as our coaches drove along the dusty roads through their villages, in the farmlands and in the towns. From the corner stores to the marketplace, from the hotels to the temples, the Egyptians we encountered were more than pleased to have us there. Moreover, our presence meant an opportunity to earn a bakshish, a small tip to help them survive and many often were overzealous in this pursuit as a result of very challenging times. On occasion, we needed some support and intervention to overcome this and accept such cultural differences.
It is mostly Egyptian men we encountered on the streets and marketplaces, women and children were seen less frequently in the city and elsewhere. Many young Muslim women, like our wonderful tour guide, wear jeans and sneakers, but always with a headscarf to cover their head according to Muslim belief.
It is no coincidence that as our internationalgroup were arriving from the United States, Canada, South America, Indonesia, Australia, New Zealand, Holland and Eastern Europe, the women in Cairo were dealing with parliament’s rejection of their democratic representation. On my outbound trip from New York, Egyptair provided a translated version of an Egyptian newspaper in which I read that undaunted, the women of Cairo are creating their own parallel parliament. “Yes!” I said to myself and our group is coming to ground Divine Feminine energies at the time of the shift. The rebalancing and harmonizing of humanity is underway. An older Egyptian lady, seated close by and traveling alone like myself, laughed as she watched me open my courtesy package courtesy of the airline. We connected! We watched as a very caring Egyptian father seated a row in front of us was taking care of a baby on the flight. She was noting my reactions to the antics before us. At the end of the flight she took my hand and wished me well. My welcome to Egypt had begun.
The Egyptian men we interacted with at the hotels were quite helpful and often charming. With male security guards and often police being stationed at hotel entrances and all public places, my sense at first was that they were very controlling. But when one guard made a point to show me the weapon he was wearing under his jacket, I realized that his motivation was benevolent and for our benefit. Nonetheless, they have their own “pecking order” and way of doing things. Most of them and the tradesmen at the tourist sites speak some English and try to connect. While it appears on the surface that the male population is dominant like the pharaohs of old, the recognition of the Divine Feminine, the mother, the loving giver of life was before our eyes in the very temples we visited. While it appears on the surface that the male population is dominant like the pharaohs of old, the recognition of the Divine Feminine, the mother, the giver of life was before our eyes in the very temples we visited. The New Camelot will out!
In the West we may associate Egypt “top of mind” with the glorious Tutankhamen exhibit of gold and gemstones and the nation’s formidable history, but the general standard of living in Cairo and all over Egypt is much like India, extremely impoverished. Stark contrasts abound. Gasoline is relatively cheap and cars and buses idle for long periods. City pollution and rush hour traffic in Cairo is a result of a population of over 20 million and learning to cross the street without crosswalks and traffic lights and dodging traffic requires that you learn to “walk like an Egyptian”!
Our buses passed the El-Tahrir Square, scene of the most recent protest and unrest, on our way to visit the Museum of Antiquities in Cairo. Fortunately for us that day (2/2/2012), there was more activity at the Museum gates than we saw on the streets. The Museum is vigilant about preventing camera usage and ensuring ticket purchase. Once inside and past the security scanners, the ancient statues immediately loom up in front of you, their enormity and presence undeniable despite an ill-lit and rather dirty interior. Standing near the entranceway was the Rosetta Stone, the ancient Egyptian stele bearing the three scripts of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the Demotic script and the Ancient Greek, that provided an all-important key to our understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphics. However, it is a replica and the original stands in the British Museum as it has since 1802, one of the world’s most visited artifacts. One cannot but wonder whether Cairo will house this hugely important contribution to history. I am still learning to recognize and understand the Divine Plan round about me.
Even today, as I write this article, I visited what is known as Cleopatra’s Needle in Central Park, New York City, the 68-foot high granite obelisk that was one of a pair – the other went to London. The Romans moved them from Heliopolis to Alexandria, each weighing about 224 tons, but they have no particular connection with Queen Cleopatra, hence the title of Cleopatra’s Needle is a misnomer. A third obelisk was moved and now stands in the Place de la Concorde in Paris. The New York obelisk was secured as a gift after much press coverage that the obelisk bound for London encountered problems at sea. In New York, the obelisk stands very close to the section of the Temple of Dendera (of feminine energies) now housed in the Metropolitan Museum of Art – literally across the way- and there is a glass pyramid roof atop the Museum. I like to sit forming a triangle of energies with these two points. But as I sat there today, looking at the now rather weathered inscriptions, I realized that these two magnificent artifacts in New York establish a feminine and masculine balance here. The gift of their combined presence is of far greater value than many would at face realize. I feel particularly blessed to add my Egyptian energies to the mix! Of course, there are those who would say that the obelisks are being damaged, but the obelisk granite from the Aswan quarries has its own radiation, just as the alabaster and stone, still surviving dirt, sand and dust, radiate indefatigably in the Museum of Antiquities in Cairo.
When I looked closely at the amassed stonework there, I was in awe and felt overwhelmed by the sheer size and detail of everything. In one day, one can barely skim the surface of so much abundance, but I became immediately aware of the oversized messages and energies radiating down to us: timeless truths and representations of how the Ancient Egyptians viewed their pharaohs and how they in turn revered their gods. The wealth of symbolism requires much deciphering, and standing amidst the remains of 34 dynasties, it is easy to understand why so many Egyptologists devote a lifetime to their work.
Omm Sety, the eccentric British Egyptologist, comes to my mind. After reading her fascinating story and life spent in Egypt, I find myself having even greater respect for her devotion to her work and the trials she faced living and working in Egypt, not least of which was her karmic relationship to Sety I. Many of her contributions to historical knowledge at Abydos came about as a result of her communication and her spiritual experiences with him. (An absorbing read by the way.)
The Tutankhamun exhibit housed in the Cairo Museum is a wonder. It is easy to lose sight of the age (1323 B.C.) of the solid gold mask, the splendid tombs, the sarcophagi, the ceremonial items, the alabaster canopic jars (for funerary body organ storage), and jewelry; the golden splendor and finery dazzles you. There are many other items of ritual and history on display in the Museum such as magnificent inlaid and decorated sarcophagi that illustrate the deceased’s journey in the afterlife and the weighing of the heart as described in the Book of the Dead. The Museum also offers fascinating exhibits of animal mummies, papyri, gemstone scarabs, figurines, carvings and pottery. I particularly enjoyed the exhibit of Akhenaten, also known as Amenhotep IV, the pharaoh who promoted the changed view to monotheism (ca. 1353-1336 BCE). He is frequently depicted worshipping Light streaming down from Aten, the sun disk. With his wife Nefertiti he is recognized for creating the New Kingdom of the Amarna period which ended with the death of Tutankhamun, his son.
We took an overnight train ride from Cairo to Aswan. Coordinating over 120 pieces of luggage for our group took some hard work, lining them up to be loaded onto the train. Local police guarded the lines of luggage on the dirty platform on our return to Cairo. We were grateful as many steps underground would have had to be climbed in order to carry the luggage to cross the platforms; the luggage was carried piece by piece, by hand, across the railway tracks. As in most public places, amenities are limited but the trains were on time and kindness was present! The big lesson for me of such challenging daily circumstances is that as soon as one accepts “what is”, one’s focus can change. Challenging conditions can be overcome by camaraderie and much laughter – love is the answer! The familial bond of our group was one of joy. Egypt was presenting us the lesson of grounding our own energies in light and lightness.