EGYPT PART 1

Revisiting past life places and enjoying new experiences

The night before  Jaqueline, Faye Audrey and I flew to Luxor from Gatwick I had a visitation immediately before falling asleep. I perceived a close energy connection between Sekhmet and myself. It was as though there was a subtle overshadowing; the energy of Sekhmet gently providing a cover over my own personal energy. Immediately afterwards there were several ‘crack’ noises in the room, at least three. One was very loud. I had always perceived these sounds as signs of changes or leakages of energy and frequently occurred around me. In addition they have been signs for me to pay attention to the messages or thoughts that are being transmitted.

Audrey speaks of the myth that Sekhmet became very violent. Instead of consuming those that had turned away from Ra, the sun god, she consumed the faithful also. Ra played a trick on Sekhmet in order to reverse the situation. He mixed red ochre of the earth with beer in order to make the drink appear as blood.

 This did the trick. Sekhmet was attracted to the liquid, drank it and became very calm and benign. Sekhmet then turned into Hathor taking on a much more feminine aspect. Audrey sees this as the joining of the sun (Ra) with the earth.

Wikipedia says this of Sekhmet

In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet (also spelled Sachmet, Sakhet, Sekmet, Sakhmet and Sekhet; and given the Greek name, Sacmis), was originally the warrior goddess of Upper Egypt. She is depicted as a lioness, the fiercest hunter known to the Egyptians. It was said that her breath created the desert. She was seen as the protector of the pharaohs and led them in warfare… Her name suits her function and means, the (one who is) powerful. She also was given titles such as the (One) Before Whom Evil Trembles, the Mistress of Dread, and the Lady of Slaughter.

Sekhmet was believed to protect the pharaoh in battle, stalking the land, and destroying the pharaoh's enemies with arrows of fire. An early Egyptian sun deity also, her body was said to take on the bright glare of the midday sun, gaining her the title Lady of Flame. It was said that death and destruction were balm for her warrior's heart and that the hot desert winds were believed to be her breath.

The four travellers reach the boat, the Viking Premiere, their floating hotel for the next week. Assorted British ‘wrinklies’ ( I don’t include wife Jaqueline in that description) unload from the coach which had brought them from the aircraft. Faye disputes this title as she is remarkably wrinkle free despite her sixty four years. As the stiff legged travellers walk towards the boat along the pavement past Egyptian street-vendors and other men watching their progress one shouts to me “You walk like an Egyptian”. At the time I has no idea, in my innocence, what this means.

 A few days later on the street I am approached by the same man with the same comment. Clearly the Egyptian had forgotten the previous occasion. It dawned on me that this was an opening gambit to extract ‘backsheesh’ from the unwary traveller. I waved the attempted flatterer away.

It is time for the ‘wrinklies’ to visit Edfu temple dedicated to Horus. All the travellers have been divided into three groups for the purpose of transport by coach and instruction by guides. We four are in Horus group. The temple is magnificent in its construction and size. However something is missing for me. The energy and past life connection that I am seeking is not to be found here. For me there is a ‘deadness’ that takes some time for me to explain. Horus group guide Radwan explains that this is a late period temple built by the Ptolemy’s, those Pharoahs that ruled immediately before Egypt became a Roman colony.

I realised that the profound and stunning magic that had been part of earlier Pharoahonic rule had been lost in this late period. The earlier Pharaohs had been priest/ kings bearers of the sacred knowledge. The late period rulers were merely kings. Egypt was in decline by this time. The five thousand year old jewel of civilisation was approaching its end. The Temple of Edfu was a magnificent example of temporal power and a control mechanism of the masses who laboured for the Pharoah.

 The one feeling that came to me here was a familiarity with the architecture. I felt comfortable in these massive columns and statues, the motifs of Gods and Pharoahs inlaid into the stone; the faces of Hathor peering out from the top of columns. This feeling was a mirror of the one when I had stepped off the plane; an emotion of comfort with the landscape, the shape and sandy colour of the hills. The nearest articulation that I could make of this was that it was as though I was coming home. Edfu was the last great temple erected by the ancient Egyptians. Cleopatra V11’s, she of Anthony and Julius Caesar fame, father finished it.

Next stop was Kom Ombo double temple dedicated to Horus and Sobek, the crocodile headed god. I felt connected to the crocodile energy partly because of a vision some years previously of a crocodile headed being that revealed itself as part of my greater self. The other reason for my connected feeling was my knowledge that Egyptians, by building temples over crocodile pools, had communed and used the psychic energies of these creatures.

 I felt the atmosphere here was magical perhaps because the visit was made after dark and the looming massive edifices were highlighted by spotlights. The contrast of light and shade created an ambience of mystery, probably for the benefit of the milling tourists. Parties of French tourists moved around among parties of English. Sometimes a word or phrase would be said by the English to the French and sometimes the other way round. I sensed an element of competition or edginess between the two races. Quite why this was I had no idea. It may be that old enmities could be raised in the comfort of a large support group and away from home climes.

This is what Drunvalo Melchizedek in The Ancient Secret Of The Flower Of Life Volume 2 has to say about Kom Ombo.

It represents the second chakra, the sexual chakra, of twelve chakras that run up the Nile— thirteen if you wish to count the Great Pyramid. Kom Ombo is the only temple that is dedicated to polarity, or duality, which is the basis of sexuality, and two gods are associated with it. In fact, it is the only temple dedicated to two gods in all of Egypt: Sobek, the crocodile god, and Horus. As you face the temple, the right half of this temple is dedicated to darkness and the left side to the light.

An interesting event recently happened in this temple—sort of a sign of the times. There was a major earthquake in Egypt in 1992, and Greg Braden told me that he was sitting in this temple when the earthquake hit. Practically everything on the dark side fell, but the light side didn’t lose a brick. As you will see in this work that we do, the light is now stronger than the dark.

Years ago I read of the ability of the early Egyptian priesthood to perform ceremonies that would keep the borders secure from invasion. As the civilisation declined these abilities were lost and the society moved towards collapse.

Jaqueline was very nervous about coming to Egypt. She could not explain logically why this was so. Her feelings about Turkey are more positive however. When I suggested a visit to the latter she was most positive about the idea. As the four began this journey Jaqueline asked Audrey to give her a reading concerning her worries, on the face of it unfounded, about this country of Egypt. Now for those who haven’t read any of our books before, one of Audrey’s talents is an ability to link to other peoples past lives relevant for them currently. She does this by reading the Akashic record.

Audrey entered a light meditative state. She saw Jaqueline as a slave here in ancient times. She had been captured from Hittite lands. The Hittites lived in Anatolia which is now part of modern Turkey. Thus Jaqueline’s positive and negative emotional feelings concerning both countries can now be explained. Jaqueline lived in a village in Anatolia. News reached the village that Egyptians had invaded their country. It was some time before the invasion impacted on their quiet rural life. One day the surrounding peace was invaded by an alien roaring sound. Within minutes Egyptian chariots charged into the village.

 The villagers were told to march to the sea to be transported to Egypt as slaves. Jaqueline lost contact with her family. Once in Egypt she never saw them again. She was put to work as a nanny of small children, lonely and grieving for a life that was gone for ever. She wasn’t badly treated but simply abandoned. Thus this is the background for Jaqueline’s emotional reaction to the two modern countries of Egypt and Turkey.

On the first night on the boat I walked to the front of the top passenger deck of the boat. I glanced down to the prow of the boat (The sharp end!) I saw some of the crew making their evening prayers towards Mecca. From the point of view of my perspective this was approximately ten ‘o’ clock on a clockface. To my left could be heard the faint tones of Egyptian music. Welcome to Egypt, Birchy! It was most atmospheric and relaxing.

Philae temple was next on the visit agenda. This place was particularly favoured by Faye before the trip as she believed that she had a life here in times past. As with Edfu this place was built by the Ptolemy’s in the Greek period. The Ptolemy’s were descendants of the Greek generals that Alexander left here on his journey of conquering the known world. Similar to Edfu the energies were not that great for me neither, surprisingly, were they for Faye. They have all gone, she said with some degree of disappointment.

The Temple visits were separated by other activities. One of the major interests for the three ladies that travelled with me was shopping. Retail therapy was a most important activity for them. This had to be done Egyptian style which Jaqueline and Faye tackled with great gusto. They are both adroit negotiators. Their skills have been honed in the bazaars and markets of Delhi, Afghanistan and Mexico. No Egyptian vendor was safe from their assertive bargaining. Audrey allowed the above two to do her negotiating.

 I was completely resistant to any form of shopping as many men are. I was content to trail around ensuring a male presence for them to eliminate the possibility of unwanted pestering. Egyptian vendors and passing males were intrigued by the presence of one man with three women. A number of them questioned why I had three wives!

 As a small tease I chose not to disabuse them. On a number of occasions men would approach me offering to buy one of the wives for a number of camels. This clearly was an element of entertainment for locals and visitors as the former are more interested in obtaining British pounds than parting with non-existent camels. However it kept people interested and largely relaxed. The atmosphere thus remained light-hearted. On one occasion the shopkeeper was so impressed with Faye’s ability to bargain that he offered me, who happened to be listening to the process, two hundred camels to sell Faye. I demanded two hundred and fifty. The negotiation finished at two hundred and thirty. We, the two men, closed the deal by solemnly shaking hands and laughing uproariously.

 The English quartet went their way; Anglo-Egyptian relations had been positively re-inforced.