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Giza and Cairo - The Wonders

6th March 2020

PART 1

Refreshed and merrily grateful Joana and I make our way to the Nile-Ritz Carlton across the street, to meet Sasa and the guide who will be taking us to Giza for the much awaited visit to the sacred site of the Pyramids.

Sasa has asked for a female guide who can possibly lend a deeper insight into the more esoteric side of the historical facts… And as always within the touristic line of business, she gets a “yes, of course”. So once we are in the comfortable air-conditioned car, safely driven by an experienced chauffeur, it is quite humorous to realize that the female guide is all but esoterically oriented. Her very professional approach to just another trio of tourists as we are for her, while she begins by instructing us on the cautions we are supposed to keep in place here in Egypt and especially at heavily touristic sites like the one we are heading to, has me smiling. She is not speaking to me. I trust my energy field to adjust what comes my way, in synch with my vibe.

This, however, has me wondering why a lady with coloured contact lenses, botox lips, false eyebrows and hair extensions who is simply going to give us her daily recording, repeated God knows how many times day in and day out, has come our way. Sure. I know it was not me who booked the tour in the first place and who requested the guide. But I did accept the invitation to come along. So how is this reflecting me?

I instantly know. I myself would not have requested any specific type of guide because I access the deeper meaning of things from within myself, so I have been gifted with a neutral guide who will leave me to my own feeling, discerning through my own senses. The rest are simply the historical facts, which she seems to be pretty well versed on and which I am glad to be listening to. And though I cannot retain 95% of it, it doesn’t really matter. I can google it anytime if I want to remember anything specific. What matters is that someone who knows the facts is right here now, sharing her knowledge like a robot would do, colouring our outward perception of our visit and leaving the inner perception to our own inner guru’s guidance. Perfect setting.

I must tell you that visiting the Pyramids has never been a great desire of mine in this lifetime. After all I’ve been there already thousands of years ago, and at the time when the facts themselves were actually happening. But there is something more to this, which I discover only after I am at the site.

Once we get there, we find loads of buses with school kids and families - it is a school holiday on Fridays. Boy, am I grateful to be coming with a guide and a driver, who can take us past the queues and directly into the site by car! A real luxury. Thank you Sasa, for inviting us to join you.

Our guide keeps on sharing the history and I listen… remembering. Though of course my memory of some of what she is saying is creatively coloured by the feeling of what really happened in different episodes I lived here, but now free from emotional attachment, since I am no longer in conflict or longing around any of these experiences.

This is the precious gift of integration. Once Aspects, past lifetimes, experiences of all sorts come back Home into the endless pool of our Essence, they lose polarity and the energy they were taking up through the polarity is set free, as are the emotions that use that energy. Within this alchemy, our experiences become what they are ultimately meant to be: expansion of consciousness.

And so I celebrate being able to be here now, at this sacred site where so much was lived and enjoy the peaceful balance of my unified perspective - neither gravitating towards pain nor towards pleasure.

It’s a pity I can’t remember the lady guide’s name, so I will just keep on referring to her as “the guide”. She indicates that if we want to go inside the only pyramid which can be visited, we have to purchase an extra ticket, there are queues to enter and she will not come in with us, but we are most welcome to go. The driver and her will wait.

The three of us decide not to go. We don’t feel particularly drawn to going into the pyramid. The site itself holds everything we have come here for. In its entirety.

Once we get to a place where there are camels and horses, the guide indicates that we can choose to go for a ride to the farthest pyramids and be able to have a stunning view for some prefect photos.

Joana and I decide just to stay. Sasa goes for a camel ride.

There are no crowds here and though it is windy, it is also quiet enough to contemplate, which is what I choose to do.

I sit on the wall, beholding the pyramids. Just feeling. And I have a vision. The vision that this is where the experience of duality gained leverage and from the advent of the pyramids onwards, it became possible to live the illusion of separation to an extent not yet imagined, to live the far edges of darkness and light in such polarity that the One was able to know “itself” in previously impossible shades of duality.

This was more than a vision. It was a feeling that caught me completely by surprise at first. A feeling so strong it made my whole body shudder in an unsettled limbo, as it gradually adjusted to the realization of what I perceived at first as the downfall of humanity but then came to the awareness of a grander Truth, from the balance within my Safe Space.

If you can imagine with me a scale. And this scale had been until this point where the pyramids came to be, a small scale, with not much space to tip one way or the other. But from hereon it grew and grew, gaining more and more weight on one side, then on the other, successively sliding from one extreme to the other, taking its tipping potential so far, so wide, that each time it came back into balance it was more than it had been before, always growing, expanding, exploring new possibilities on both sides, creating new colours with each tip and slide.

And then I saw that the pyramids were us. Each one of us walking on Earth is this. But what I saw were octahedrons. I realized the pyramids were equal above as below. And we were this. Octahedrons multidimensionally anchored to Earth’s core from below as well as to the core of the Universe from above. All in one. In constant circular motion. Wow!

I sat in silence. Digesting all of this. Just Present to the stillness of the median point that can perceive all around it, not tipping the scale either way as it swirls around its own axis. Interesting that a scale to weigh has the same name as a scale of music - which happens to incidentally be just another way of defining frequency. The whole of existence is a musical scale of frequencies that wave through Time and Space, giving it depth and meaning and equally wave beyond Time and Space, where all meaning comes back into the void - the no-thing-ness that originated endless mirrors of its possible self in the first place. The empty uni-scape where all ultimately returns.

This realization would take days, months even, to sink into my local consciousness and honestly, I am only now sharing it for a previous lack of words to put to it.

Sasa eventually arrived back from her camel ride and she too was under a spell of deep inner recognition.

She later told us that as she approached the camels, there was this one guide that did not come and hassle her, so she went to him and he told her he had been waiting for her. He had decided not to come to work this day but he had been guided from within to come for one person would arrive, whom he needed to be there for. She was this one. They engaged in a mystical conversation which equally impacted both of them. The guide Sasa had initially requested was this one. The lady we had been assigned by the tourist agency was just in place to bring each one of us to our own perfect spot.

In my travels I constantly come to this awareness: nothing is what it seems to be. And it always makes me smile. Because I Trust. And I know that it doesn’t really matter if something seems to not be in alignment with my choice, because it ultimately always is and shows itself in ways I could not possibly envision from the limited point of view of a Human on Earth. So this is why I have absolutely no doubt about my full surrender to my Essence. In it, it becomes irrelevant whether I can see the whole picture at any given moment or not. I know that I am permanently in the right place, at the right time and have completely relinquished the effort of trying to know what I don’t need to. I know that the eternity in me knows all there is to know. And that is all, for me.

After getting back in the car, we are driven down past the pyramids and I ask to stop. I just want to go to one of the edges of a pyramid - which happens to be the middle one - and get my spine directly in contact with the rock.

I close my eyes and just breathe. Oh my God! An electrifying surge of energy starts moving up and down my spine until I feel dizzy and know it is time to open my eyes, take a few more deep breaths and move on.

My whole body is tingling. Literally from head to toe. As if liquid light is sparkling in all of my cells and all of the spaces in-between, just like the dark void of the Universe where these sparkles roam freely, like the stars in the vast darkness of the night. And neither the sparkles neither the darkness are separable from each other, or charged with any kind of degree of relevance - it is all just one whole universe inside of me.

I feel like I am floating in a sea of wholeness at the same time as I am physically present to being in Human form.

This physical feeling of intense electric Presence, this floating bliss, lasts all day and goes on for the rest of our stay in Egypt, in varying waves and intensities. I can literally feel my DNA shifting. Wow!

Well, back to the Giza Pyramid Complex.

Further down the road, the driver stops for us to take a few pics and quick glimpse at the Sphinx - the oldest known monumental sculpture in Egypt.

Interestingly enough, I see “Her” as a woman, with the body of a lioness but apparently the head is that of a Pharaoh, with the body of a lion and the mythological eagle wings which usually pertain a sphinx, do not exist on this particular sculpture. So this is something else - a hybrid of a sphinx with its own particular features.

The nose has apparently been chiseled off purposely in a deliberate attempt to deface the monument - it is unclear exactly who and why though it is believed to have been religion related, as this was a place of worship which was later on considered to be pagan by some, whilst sacred by others.

The tug of war between what is and is not fit for reverence in the name of the Divine goes way back into the ancient history of mankind. This too makes me smile… though it has made me cry and suffer a lot, not only in this lifetime when I was in conflict with this, but very much so in many other lifetimes which originated my inner conflict in the first place.

This being said, I now gaze upon this statue of magnificent proportions and admire the ingenious strength required to create a work of art of such a huge dimension - something that surely required many to pour their heart and soul into its construction, voluntarily or involuntarily, making this monument, as well as all others here, a complete blend of light and dark, struggle and splendour, good and bad, bounty and starvation, royalty and slavery… so many facets of the world all in one. And the realisation that all is well in all of creation flickers its glimmering light into my perception - the origin of my smile.