Reevaluating Egypt Part 3 - The Temple of the Goddess of Love

The Temple of Philae

On top of the massive pillars you can see images of a cow carved out of stone. This represents female goddess Hathor. She was the goddess of love, music and beauty so she is similar to Aphrodite or Venus the goddess of love. We arrived at the crack of dawn so as not to be disturbed by the tourists who may not be open to the Shamanic Breathwork we will be doing.

The popular name for what we were practicing was called Rebirthing. Although this isn’t the classic text book definition, it’s basically a process in which you experience and release negative blocks and childhood traumas through breathing. The whole process is about an hour or so long. You lay down on the floor and you have a guide to help you. You start to breathe in a slow, rhythmic fashion with nothing to focus on except your breath. I don’t remember exactly what happened after that. I remember going unconscious briefly and when I woke up, my hands fell asleep so I had to shake my hands to bring them back to life so to speak. What happened then to me was a blur, but I started to realize certain aspects about my relationship with my father and started to forgive him and let go of old wounds that related back to when I was a child. My father left me when I was around 9 and although I reconciled with my father since then, I still had some issues that I was holding on to that I needed to deal with privately. Although some people may disagree I think there are things that you should approach people with and there are other things that you should deal with on your own, especially if there are things that are your responsibility. A lot of the issues had more to deal with my own power and accepting my manhood. Not in a macho, testosterone filled way, which at times has its place, but accepting responsibility, admitting successes and failures – maybe I should say, accepting my adulthood.

I finished my breathwork journey a bit earlier than everyone else. I realized how blessed I was, laying at the floor of the temple dedicated to Isis at 6am reclaiming my power. The sounds of crying, laughing and chanting resonated throughout the temple. The rest was for sightseeing sort of.

On top of the massive pillars you can see images of a cow carved out of stone. This represents female goddess Hathor. Some people say she was the goddess of the Sky, but was also supposed to be the mother of Horus so she was related to Isis.