Although I skipped a lot of events in this journey, the main ones that stuck out to me I recorded. The last one I remember was when all of us went up into the Great Pyramid of Giza for our coronation ceremony. The pyramid was difficult to get into, mainly because you had to alternate between getting on your knees and standing up in single file for a long time. Up inside the pyramid was nothing really remarkable, except for the huge sarcophagus towards the back.
All of us made a circle around the sarcophagus along the wall and sat due to the fact that the ceremony would be over an hour long. During that time we all chanted tones which we tried to harmonize. One of the members of the group was a very large man simply known as Abdul. He was very friendly, but a bit of a loner when he was with the group. Maybe he wasn't and just didn't connect with us, or maybe he had a problem with the heat, but he never completely jelled with the group, mainly on his side. However, one-to-one he was very warm, friendly and positively openhearted. He attuned me to level 2 Reiki, which I am forever grateful and never realized that my destiny was to receive higher Reiki energies in the land of the Pharaohs. Anyway he was with us in the room of the pyramid and while we all where chanting simple words such as AH and OH, he started to chant Remember. We all dropped what we where chanting and began to chant Remember as well. In that moment we all realized that the purpose of the trip was not to learn something new but to bring into our consciousness what we already are. This realization came upon us like a gentle breeze. We were and are now pharaohs but we let our chattering minds and protective egos get in the way. Everyone in the room followed him immediately realizing and allowing ourselves to be challenged to remember who we are…
The sarcophagus was empty, except for we who would be placed in them. One by one we were led blindfolded to the sarcophagus whose walls were about 3 feet up from the ground and hallowed out, so we had to go up a foot ladder to be lowered in. All of this while being blindfolded. After being laid down into the sarcophagus, we were told to place our arms folded across our chests much like the pictures you see of the mummies. After laying there for a few minutes, the leaders would chant something above us, and raise us up out of the sarcophagus as a symbol of our resurrection.
I don't know if this is really what happens on the path, but apparently I have gone through many several resurrections in my existence on this planet. Even though the terminology and the location maybe different, the essence of dying and resurrecting is still the same. It seems to me that life is just a series of resurrections and remembrances. We walk this earth shedding layers and layers of what is not true until we are ready to drop the final layer which is our actual bodies and realize that we are eternal, infinite beings.
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