Some of my experiences related to Egypt.

Below are a few of the experiences that have happened in my life related to Egypt. I told them exactly as they happened. kv

Well, first of all, I'll tell you that I somehow always felt closely connected with Egypt. In my teens I read all that I could find (which wasn't easy in Ohio in the '60s) on metaphysical-related subjects that covered deeper mysteries of life. Egypt always particularly fascinated me. What I would "envision", for instance when I read Cayce's writings on Egypt, I now understand to have not just been imaginings. They were actual "RV"-type experiences of certain things in Egypt.

Hm ... how many of the interesting episodes should I tell you ...? or should I just tell you the Mt. Sinai "event" ...? ... Well, ok ... I'll start here, jumping to just a couple things that have a thread connecting them. Forgive me if it goes on too long. (Being a very visual person, I "see" these scenes as I write about them. I'm including a few images so you can see some of them too.)

In 1970 I had learned TM (Transcendental Meditation). Right away I became clairvoyant. At the time I thought that everyone who meditated became clairvoyant. I could sit in study hall & project my senses home to "see" anything, or to "smell" what might be cooking or baking. One day my mom asked if I wanted to go with her to an antique shop across town. I had no interest in going to an antique shop with mom & great-aunt Marguerite! But suddenly I "knew" that there was something there for me, at this particular antique shop. Something that I needed to go find.

My 16th birthday was coming soon & I had just gotten $25 inside cards. I put the money in my purse & went to the antique shop with mom and aunt Marguerite. As we walked into this dark and dusty old shop I immediately began my search. Carefullly I looked over each and every shelf, making my way around the entire shop. I stood there at the end feeling baffled! I had seen everything that was there! - yet nothing felt that it was meant for me. I was SO disappointed. I just couldn't understand it! The feeling that had urged me to come to this shop in the first place - the sense that I had to go find something at this shop that was meant to be mine - had seemed so REAL!

Mom & aunt Marguerite were leaving! So, with a sense of disappointment and futility, I headed toward the doorway. Just at that moment a man came into the shop . Mom & my great-aunt were already outside but I stood there, captivated by this man and what he was carrying. In his hand was an old, mysterious-looking black box that looked like it had been around for ages. Was this what I had come for? ... I stood there as if entranced - watching as the man approached the counter in the dim and dusty antique shop that summer day in 1970.

He set the crumbling box down and opened it to reveal a lovely little antique lap harp. It was an enchanting and mythical-looking instrument! Then he ran his fingers across the strings. What a lovely sound ...! It was an ancient and familiar sound that I loved.

"This has been in my father's attic for 50 years," the man said. I knew that this was what I had come for. Before the man could ask the shop owner how much he'd give him for it, I walked up to him and asked (with a wide-eyed look on my face I'm sure!), "How much do you want for it?!" He smiled at this dreamy-eyed kid and said, "Oh... $25."

I was thrilled! It was exactly what I had! I took it home, carefully tightened and tuned the strings, and began to play it immediately. It was as if I had played a little harp forever ... The first thing I played was Green Sleeves. The second was a very ancient-sounding melody. As I played it I felt that I was reliving a scene that took place in ancient Egypt. I could "see" and "hear" it all - and I was a part of that scene! In that moment time seemed suspended and condensed. I could "see" that this sort of haunting ancient melody had been played with both harps and flutes in a procession that was approaching the Giza Plateau and the Great Pyramid. I experienced myself, thousands of years ago, in this procession.

Music in ancient Egypt I found this stone icon in Luxor. It's a replica of an ancient image - indicating that there WERE both harp and flute players in ancient Egypt.

So there I was! For weeks sort of 'lost' in the mystique and loveliness of this very old little harp, its lovely sounds and the very ancient faraway connections it seemed to have. This little intriguing instrument that had so mysteriously shown up in my life. Oddly enough, playing it came so natural to me! Even more mystifying was a sense of knowing that this instrument had been guided across the ages to find its way to me. I knew somehow that an old friend from ancient Egypt had in some mysterious way directed this little harp to me across the miles and across the millennia. I can't explain how I "knew" this. After I had started meditating, I just "knew" things and was able to clearly "see" their origins and how things came about. It was in that ancient time that this friend & I had both loved and played the harp. This sweet sounding treasure was a gift to bring some harmony into my life.

Jumping decades ahead now, in 1995 I had painted the Egyptian image of Thoth on the sacred Right Eye of Horus (I call it "An Initiate's Dream"). At the time I never dreamed that I could someday go to Egypt. Source Books had asked for some poster-size lithographs of the painting and they also use it on the cover of "The Emerald Tablets of Thoth" (SourceBooks.com). Then in Jan. of '97 Robin from Source told me that Gregg Braden was going to lead a tour to Egypt. She said that if I wanted to go to Egypt this was the trip I should take. I had no money to go, but knew that if it was meant to be, somehow things would fall into place so I could go on that trip.

Months later I happened to come into the house at just the right moment, and turn on the tv to the right station to hear the 12 o'clock news anchor say that QVC was looking for interesting things to sell from every state. As it turned out, they placed a large order with me for necklaces, and there was my trip to Egypt!

Shortly before leaving for the trip, I had a strong urge to take a little harp with me. I didn't even remember the connection with my antique harp and Egypt at the time. Hadn't even played it in a long while, but I knew that I didn't want to take the antique one. Something smaller that would fit into the backpack I was taking would be just perfect. Would I ever find such a thing, or did they even make something like it, was another question entirely! I spent days calling music stores to see if they had any stringed instruents besides guitars or violins. The answer was, "No, lady!" Eventually I had to set the idea aside. My trip was less than a week away anyway.

The very next day a catalog mysteriously arrived in the mail. It was from a music store in Michigan called "Elderly Instruments"! (Talk about 'mysterious connections! :-) ! ) And guess what?! They had, of all things, a little lap harp - smaller than my antique one - that happened to EXACTLY fit into my backpack! Funny ... in the Spring of 2008 I felt compelled to get a wooden flute (recorder) and contacted Elderly Instruments. That tiny little harp that was the perfect size for my backpack had been discontinued! They carried it at the time that I needed it, and I was 'led' to find it, then it was no longer available.

When we were in Cairo I told our guide that I had the little harp and would like to play it inside the Great Pyramid. (We had 4 hours inside of it to ourselves. A story of experiences in itself!) When we entered the King's Chamber I got it out & set it on the floor to remind him. He had planned to play recorded music however, and spent alot of time trying to get a tape player to work. It never did work inside the pyramid as it turned out, and I never played the harp either.

Anyway, days later we had traveled south to Aswan and Luxor. All the while, everyday, I had been taking my little harp with me in my backpack. Then one special day we rode on the Nile to the wonderful temples of Horus at Edfu, and Philae, temple of Horus' mother Isis. Because of the flooding caused by the Aswan Dam the Philae temple had been moved stone-by-stone from its original location to a nearby island. The original location of the Isis temple now lays covered by the Nile.

We walked through these majestic temples in awe. Somehow I could "feel" the people and the sacred ceremonies that had taken place there. I even crawled through a tunnel that I had once gone through an Initiation rite in thousands of years earlier. And I could feel the sense of triumph and overcoming fear that I had been feeling in that earlier time when it was in total darkness and filled with potentially deadly animals. I just made up my mind that I'm getting thru this calmly. That there's nothing to worry about.

As we were leaving the Isis temple I stood near the entrance & played my harp while people slowly made their way to board the boat again. When my sweet Egyptian guide Emile saw that I had a little harp he went ballistic! He was so excited! He had been trying for weeks, unsuccessfully, to find a musician for that very day! And a harp was the PERFECT instrument. He was planning to stop the boat over the spot where the Temple of Philae had once stood so we could tune into the majestic and mystic energy that the place still held.

What Emile had wanted, but thought was just not going to happen, was for a musician to play something as our boat hovered over this very special place. As it turns out, Isis had played - yes - the harp. So on that magical afternoon, having first visited Edfu, the glorious temple of Horus that I had always longed to see - where I had my picture taken standing next to "my buddy" Horus, the music of my little harp was heard on the Nile. It felt so still and so sacred as the boat hovered there over the place where Philae had once stood. At that moment I got out the harp & let my fingers play across the strings. The melody just seemed to flow and had a very Egyptian and also very ancient sound to it.

Later someone said to me in an excited but hushed voice, "Did you know that you were channelling Isis?" ... Whatever it was that had happened that day, it felt very special. A special moment in time ...

Later in the trip we flew across the Red Sea to Sinai, and drove to another very special place. It was St. Catherine's Village nestled at the foot of the Sinai Mountains. We stayed in a "magical" resort built by a reknowned architect. The whole atmosphere was captivating! The magnificent wonderful curved stairways and arches, along with the breathtakingly beautiful stones that were used to build the resort, seemed to lift your spirits into another dimension! And those stones were so rustic, and fit so well into the surroundings - as if the resort had been there for millennia. It was amazing!

We settled into our rooms, which were in charming separate stone bungaloes. The next day we would climb Mt. Sinai, and I was so excited. They said that the local bedouin people would bring their camels for anyone who found it too difficult to walk up the mountain at that already high altitude. I was determined to walk up myself though. It felt important for me to make that journey on my own, without being carried by a camel. I had no idea, however, what would transpire in my room as I lay there in the shadow of Mt. Sinai. Something extraordinary that would touch me deeply and would ultimately affect the course of the next day.

I lay there in bed thinking of the trek up Mt. Sinai the next day. I could hardly believe that I was actually in this incredible land, and had seen and experienced so many wonderful things in the previous few weeks ...

With Mount Sinai in the near distance, I lay there trying to sleep so I could make it up the mountain on my own the next day. My roommate was already sound asleep in the bed beside mine. And I wanted SO MUCH to be sleeping too, so I could wake up with lots of energy! But then something extraordinary began to happen. I don't know how to explain it, but I'll just describe exactly how it was ...

On the wall at the foot of my bed was a lighted switch that controlled the heater. As if it were a little night light, the glow from that switch lit a little square patch on the wall. It would become like a small tv screen, or a "doorway" to another dimension. As I lay there wide awake gazing straight ahead as my thoughts drifted to our climb up Mt. Sinai in the morning, a face began to form in that space on the wall! A face that seemed to come to vivid life! It wasn't like an image on a tv or movie screen ... it was a LIVE, breathing, blinking human being making eye-contact with me! And I KNEW her! It was Nefertiti! Akhnaten came after her to again look at me with knowing and somehow familiar eyes. The third one to come was Horus ...

All night long different individuals from long ago "came" and looked out at me, connecting with me and stirring vague ancient memories. Strangely, I knew each one of them as they appeared, though I can only remember those first three now. Moses also was among them sometime during the nite.

Each one came and silently looked at me with kind, familiar and knowing eyes. They were teachers, spiritual leaders, Masters and seekers of Truth down through the ages. It was as if they were visiting me through this strange little "window" on the wall - a sort of "gateway" that connected their dimension with mine. Occasionally over the nite I'd drift off to sleep for short periods of time. When I'd open my eyes again the "visitors" would just continue coming.

Morning came in the rarified air of that very unusual night. And tho I hated to acknowledge it, I was tired. I began the trek to the mountain on foot, determined to walk it. I made it about 3/4 of the way on foot. Then I climbed aboard this sweet but clumsy animal which brought me to the stone steps leading to the mountain top. Those last steps are made on foot.

As it turned out, the camel ride was quite an experience in itself. it was one more thing that connected me with that place and with the ancient times that are so alive in the very air, the grains of sand, and the ancient mountains and stones of that place. <>