I arrive late (12.30 am) at the Mena House Hotel, Giza, following a four hour flight from London. I had the option of paying extra for a single room, but in an effort to keep costs down decided instead to share. The prices in Egypt itself might be cheap, but the trip still has to be paid for! I am sharing with Amber from California, who teaches both tarot and kabbala. Fortunately she does not seem to mind being woken by my late arrival, and kindly offers to lend me a nightshirt while I wait for my bags to arrive. Finally they do, and I collapse into bed exhausted.
After a few hours brief rest, interrupted by traffic noise, we rise again at 6 am for a full day on the Giza Plateau, a stone's throw from the hotel. Walking to breakfast I catch my first glimpse of the pyramids through the mist and haze that marks the early morning rush hour. They are every bit as huge and majestic as I imagined in real life, and I can't wait to get inside and see them up close.
At breakfast I am introduced to the rest of the group. They are a mixed bunch from all four quarters of the United States. As expected I am the only non-American, although one member, Jill lives and teaches in China. We have an awful lot to talk about, as I went to China myself in 1986. I get the feeling a lot has changed since then though.
After breakfast, we rush to the Giza Plateau to buy tickets for the day. The mornings are a mad scramble to purchase tickets before they run out. In an effort to control numbers entering the Plateau, the Egyptian authorities in their wisdom, have decided to sell tickets just twice a day - at 8 am and 1 pm. It is mayhem as tour busses and people jostle for first place in the queue, pushing each other out of the way. We finish first in line, just before the tickets go on sale, and so are guaranteed access for the whole day. By 8.15 am all those latecomers are kicking themselves, as tickets for the Great Pyramid have all gone, and they are forced to return this afternoon.
We head first of all to the Sphinx, and I am surprised to see how small it is. I envisioned it for some reason, as being a lot larger. After a short meditation we are free to wander around at our leisure. I am too tired to meditate for long though, after just three hours sleep, so decide instead to keep moving. I am not sure at this point how I am managing to stay awake at all. The caffeine I had at breakfast probably has a lot to do with it.
Ehab, our Egyptian tour guide then gives a short talk on the history of the Sphinx, before we walk next door to the Valley Temple. This is thought to be the remains of a causeway through which Khafre's body was transported to the Second Pyramid, although to the best of my knowledge, no such body has ever been found.
We spend some time tuning in at the Temple and sharing our experiences, bathing in the rays of the sun before heading off for the highlight of the day - the Great Pyramid of Cheops. The sheer scale of this building is simply mind blowing.
There are many theories as to exactly how, and why the Pyramids were built, but we are warned by Ruth not to mention the ones regarding aliens. It seems that the Egyptians, understandably so, regard this as highly disrespectful to their history and culture, as it indicates that they were not capable of such feats themselves. I personally do not see that this has to be a problem though, as the Nibiruans who colonized Egypt also assisted many other cultures in this way. It does not necessarily mean that the Egyptians were not capable, just that they needed a guiding hand.
There is a palpable feeling of electricity and great xcitement as we take our places in the queue and begin our descent through the main entrance. I am surprised to find that it is not as steep or claustrophobic as I imagined, although some of the group have chosen to remain outside. After an exhilarating climb along the Grand Gallery we finally reach the Kings Chamber, completely out of breathe. The granite sarcophagus lays at one end of the chamber, and I gingerly climb inside, and lie down, eyes shut for 5 minutes. It seems to have a remarkable regenerative effect, as when I emerge I feel totally refreshed.
By this time most of the group seem to have already left, leaving just 4 of us inside, Ruth, Dianne, Nelia and myself. We lie down on the floor of the chamber, in front of the sarcophagus while Ruth begins to softly chant. I place Shakti, my crystal skull on the floor as we all link hands and join in the chant. I have the sensation of someone taking my other empty hand as the chamber fills with guardian beings of light, watching and monitoring us to ensure that we are safe. The pyramid builders are also there, their hands rough and covered in callouses.
After what seems like eternity (we are actually in the chamber for a full 45 minutes), the guards politely ask us to leave, and we slowly make out way down the shaft back to the outside world. My head is spinning with the events of the morning, struggling to take it all in.
After lunch at a nearby restaurant, we return to the Plateau to visit the Solar Boat Museum. A small group of us then go for an exhilarating camel ride back to the Great Pyramid, which is truly hilarious. I did not realise until my camel stood up just how tall they are, which is very unnerving. At the end of the afternoon some of us decide to visit the smaller Third Pyramid, believed to have been built by Menkaure. A horizontal passage leads steeply downwards to what is believed to be the burial chamber. After climbing steeply down I bid a hasty retreat, as it is too claustrophobic in the seering heat.
It seems strange to me that Egyptologists insist the Pyramids were tombs, when no bodies have ever been found. This uncomfortable fact has in my opinion never been satisfactorily explained. After my experience, I wonder if the Great Pyramid at least may have served as some kind of regeneration chamber, where the Nibiruans went to lessen the premature ageing effects they experienced when exposed to Earth's cycles. There seems to be very little real evidence to suggest that they were even built by the Fourth Dynasty Kings, as this seems to be founded on little more than graffiti, which is now known to be a forgery.
