Temples and Pyramids

I would like to say that I have always been fascinated by the history of Egypt, but cannot in all honesty do this. In truth, it was only after I began to write Genesis of Man that I began to discover anything of the country at all. Initially this happened in quite a small way, and was confined largely to the links between the Egyptian and Mesopotamian gods, many of whom it seems were real beings, from the 12th planet known as Nibiru. It would seem that both of these civilizations (and undoubtedly others also) were founded by our extra terrestrial friends, and the beliefs they brought to Earth evolved to form the school of thought that we refer to as Gnosticism, which ultimately formed the origins of the Christian faith. Ironically then, many of the so called New Age beliefs, which are Gnostic at their core, whether the Church likes to admit it or not, are inextricably linked.

My interest really took off in the summer of 2002, when during a reading with Edwin Courtenay, I was informed that I was being overshadowed by the Egyptian Ascended Master Seranis. It seemed that he was keen for me to explore the history and religion of Egypt in much more detail, and make efforts to bring this into my own book. It was at this point then that I began to read in earnest.

By this time I was already beginning to become aware of the so called Amarna period, during the late Eighteenth Dynasty. I found this particularly fascinating due to the possible links with Moses and the Exodus. This is possibly the most talked and written about period in the entire 5000 year history of Egypt, during which the entire religious structure was turned on its head, or so Egyptologists would like us to think. The changes however were probably far less dramatic than they would like us to believe, and were it seems aimed at raising awareness of the inherent spiritual nature of mankind. The perpetrator of these changes, the so called heretic Pharaoh, Akhenaten seemed to me to be a very enlightened, but misunderstood man. By now I had begun to suspect that I myself had strong past life links to this era of Egyptian history, and may even have been involved in this heresy myself. The more I learnt, the stronger the pull became to visit Egypt for myself. A visit to Amarna, the seat of this heresy, was top of my list of priorities.

Unfortunately though, organising this turned out to be no easy task, but then again, I have always loved a challenge. The area, it seemed, had only recently been opened for tourism, having previously not been considered safe, due ironically to Islamic fundamentalists. After scouring many brochures and the Internet I had found just one tour that included a visit to this site, run by Shamballa Healing Centre in Glastonbury. I was excited to see that they planned to spend a whole 2 days at the site. The departure however was imminent, too imminent as it turned out for me to get time off work. Another tour was planned for 6 months later, but went instead via Ethiopia. Then I came across an American website, All One World Tours, run by Ruth Schilling, which really struck a chord. The March 2004 tour seemed to include everything I required except a trip to Amarna, so I emailed Ruth and asked her whether it may be possible to arrange this. She came back with the news that it was, and so my decision was made.

A few weeks before departure, a friend offered to do some angel card readings which were very informative. She said that the angels had been trying to get my attention, as there was some important information they needed to pass on to me. I realised that it was not so much the angels that were wanting to talk to me, as Shakti, my Egyptian crystal skull, so sat down with her that afternoon. The results of this dialogue can be seen on the page entitled Who Was King Tut? What she had to say totally blew me away. It seemed that as I had long suspected, I did have links to Amarna, but not at all what I expected, for it seemed that I had in fact been a child of the Pharaoh himself, and not just any child. It seemed that I had been his third daughter, Ankhesenpaaten, who was married to the famous Tutankhamun.

There was a large part of me which was highly resistant to being given this information, especially when I was told of the life this woman had, and of how she had disappeared in very strange and suspicious circumstances after the death of her husband. However what followed persuaded me that this was in fact very real, and not my imagination at all.

What follows then is a day by day account of the tour itself and the events as they unfolded.