Temples and Pyramids

At last the day has arrived, today I am flying to Egypt! Fortunately I managed to do most of my packing on Thursday, as I had to work all day on Friday. Normally I do overtime during the week in addition to the 20 hours I am contracted to work, but this week I have been very strict with myself, knowing that I need to rest in preparation, not only for the physical journey, but also the metaphysical one that awaits.

For the last few months Coran and I have been attending a series of workshops on the crystal skull conclave led by our friend Diana Summer at St Michaels Sanctuary in Ewell, and today is the last one. As we are both up and about early today, we decide that it would be a timely send off for us to drop in on the way to the airport to say hello. As the flight doesn't leave Heathrow until 4pm we have plenty of time with which to do this.

On arrival at the Church, we are surprised to learn that our friend Jenny from Leicester is actually the only other person to have arrived. Diana tells us however that she was shown earlier in the week that this would be the case, so is not at all surprised. It is however a pleasant surprise for them both to see us. The theme for the day is temples of the conclave, and so we attempt to build the outline of one such temple in crystals around the inside of the Church, complete with the eye of Horus.

During the meditation that follows I see a multitude of images - all Egyptian in theme. I see a young woman dressed in white standing in an outdoor temple, arms outstretched bathing in the rays of the Sun. I realise that this is of course exactly how Akhenaten and his own family were pictured, worshipping the Aten in their own temple precinct. A man (Akhenaten himself?) stands nearby watching me, smiling, while he holds a baby which he rocks gently to sleep. I realise that this is me as a young child, and he is watching me grow to maturity. The scene changes to the gold burial mask of Tutankhamun, and zooms in on one eye. I then see the same woman standing in a canopy of light. I take this to mean that my own passing, in that lifetime, was not long after Tutankhamun's.

By this time it is already midday, and time for lunch. The four of us go together to the local Italian run sandwich shop across the road, before Coran and I head off to the airport. The journey is a relatively easy one, despite the road works and my map reading, and we arrive in plenty of time. A few tears are shed at passport control though, as I still can't believe I am actually going, and will miss Coran like mad. After a quick cup of tea, and browse around the shops, I am ready to make my way to the Gate for boarding.