Sample Reading

by Gayle Clayton

For me. past.  remembered lifetimes of knowledge. This and restaurants. 

Egypt is a place of diversity and duality: the us curiously. Egypt is an odd mixture of modern, ancient, and transcendent. 

At times sharing roads with pedestrians, horses, and goats, come. 

The Sphinx on Giza Plateau at dawn.

That night at dinner with Karen and Normandi, we discussed for our ideas and the energetic portal I had promised to open.

Finally asleep, I found myself in a lucid dream out in the white desert sands. There dancing , calling to me, “Sister, Nepthys.” I relayed this dream to Normandi during the bus ride to Saqqara, the site of Zoser’s step pyramid. As soon as we arrived, I recognized Saqqara as 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, Nicki began a guided chakra meditation corresponding tonbsp;Time and space flowed away in all directions.

All light beings ld by humanity. I left with a smile.

Zoser’s pyramid at Saqqara

ist police officer who had observed our ritual. “Metaphysics?” he asked. Normandi indicated yes. “Aliens?” he inquired further. Normandi smiled and shook her head. Evidently the guard had seen light beings visit us and had mistaken them for aliens. Our day’s work was hardly inconspicuous. 

Magic, insights, and miracles became an integral part of my trip. Seldom did I keep track of the itinerary; I enjoyed the freedom of rah already sat. 

Darkness surrounded us. The total absence of light imitated the .

However, eerie hissing sounds, reminiscent of a prior initiation, drew me back into the sensory world. My body formed a mudra, a Myyrah for remembering the old ways. As she ascended the walkway, Myyrah perfectly sang the vowel tones of the sacred Egyptian priestesses. Tears welled in my eyes. 

There were many unexpected treasures on this trip. From being escorted by army guards into a temple site at night, observing our cruise ship going through the locks at Esna, shopping for galibayas in the market, or riding local donkeys by the Colossi of Memnon, every moment was an adventure. 

At Abydos, the of the reality of the dream state.

The Oseirion

At Dendera, waiting Normandi.

“What’s in there?” she asked. With no response other than a look from us,see.

The Temple of Dendera

Our active trip and meditations. 

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 andw I could never go back.

Normandi Ellis the Great Pyramid.

Egypt irrevocably changed me.  of humanity: who we are, were, and will be.

further reading:
The Passion of Isis and Osiris by Jean Houston
Dreams of Isis by Normandi Ellis
Fingerprints of the Gods by Graham Hancock
Serpent in the Sky by John Anthony West