The Nubian Village

Our motorboat gets us to this mountain of sand that we are told is the Nubian Village. I think to myself, "oh lovely, only a 100 steps up to the top of this village." (Back and legs still hurting from pyramid and remember I have had little sleep at this point--the overnight train was just the night before.)

So we make our way up to this village. I know nothing about the Nubian people so it sounds to be exciting....we are invited to have dinner with a family. Can you imagine inviting 33 plus two tour guides so 35 people to your home and feeding them? It really is supposed to be our lunch, but because the train got all crazy with timing it is much later in the day about 4:00.

We walk through another market on our way to the home of our Nubian friend. As we make our way, we have to make way for the camels to pass through. Again, the men are very vocal to women (particularly me). We go to the entrance of this home which is completely amazing in color. The door was this vibrant turquoise/green color..we enter and there are no ceilings and no floors. The floor is this lush carpet of sand that we are told by the owner is changed (or brought in) twice a year. I took my shoes off to let my toes play in the sand of this place and believe me it is probably the most amazing sand I put my bare feet on ever. It felt light and fluffy--and yes it is all perception, but that is how it felt. There were really hardly and walls and yes I mentioned there are no ceilings hence no roofs really except for a couple. It is completely open to the earth this home. They don't normally have lights in their homes they use the light of the sun as their lighting and the light of the moon. The only reason they have lights now is because of our tourists that come to their village.

They have benches and seating in an area that looks to me to be a living room and that is where all 35 of us gather to eat. They put on a feast of food for us...yep more bread! Rice and carrots and green beans in a tomato sauce and chicken too. The food was actually quite good and one of the best meals thus far. Or it could be just that I was really hungry. As we ate the owner of the home, came and spoke to us about the Nubian people. He was really kind and open to us, but you could tell that he has done this so many times and it gets really old for him, but my thought is that he keeps doing it because of the money. I feel bad that this is the way they make their money because they have to have all these strangers come in to their home and take pictures and really disrupt their way of life. My only wish inside me as he spoke was that they find other ways to make money because while this may be educational for some people, I just feel like we "outsiders" (not particularly our spiritual group of beings) take advantage and do not fully appreciate their culture and history. I felt like there was so much more he could impart to us...but didn't. I didn't ask because the truth was I wanted to get up and walk around because my back was hurting sitting on that hard wood bench.

The one thing I did take from his talking was they in the village live as a cooperative community. One person grows one thing and shares with everyone else and it goes on and on that way. I think that it is so beautiful that they are truly a community caring for one another and taking care of one another with no expectations other than that is how it is. This family opened their home to us and when I saw how they did their dishes I felt for them....

We are also told that they keep baby crocodiles until they grow big enough and then they use them for food. It becomes their meat (makes me rethink the chicken hmmmm?). They are in a separate tank upstairs near the bathroom which by the way is a room with a door and a stone with a hole cut out as an opening for you to sit in...talk about primitive bathrooms...and I thought the "nasty train" was primitive. :) It was not where I wanted to go to the bathroom so I opted to wait until we got back to the bus...(I know I preferred a moving bus to a bathroom that was stationery.)

They really are cute little buggers...not my cup of tea if you will, but they are cute.

I walked around and saw that really the only rooms with a ceiling were the bedrooms and they were very low ceilings even me at 5'5 had to duck my head down to walk inside. As I walked back to the door to leave, I looked up at the beautiful night sky. IT was completely incredible the view of the stars...I took my camera up and looked at the ceiling and saw this amazing picture of orbs....

How amazing this culture is to have so many orbs above them at all times? You can feel the love, honor and respect for earth with these people...and so the universe rewards them by watching over them...

1.11.11

Felucca Ride on the Nile

Our mid afternoon sail became a late afternoon sail. Because our train from the night before arrived much later than the predicted 11 hours, we had to push our lunch up to about 2:30 in the afternoon.

There was some question as to whether the wind would push us where we needed to go to the Nubian Village, but we still got to ride on the Felucca which I have to say that if we didn't I would have been disappointed. It was truly a pleasant ride on the Nile. Who knew just how beautiful the Nile River was.

You would have to see it in person to know. We were sailing around the Elephantine Islands. I was tired, believe me, but the air did us all a lot of good in preparation for our journey tomorrow to The Island of Philae (The Isis Temple). I really enjoyed everyone on the boat. The sailors got us out into the middle of the water and took out some instruments and started playing us music. Who knew, live entertainment on the Nile. It was fun. They taught us a song and we all started to sing, clap and really get into it. The continuation of spirit growing on this trip each person each day became more and more connected to one another and love began to flow from one heart to the next. It is mighty powerful to get a bunch of "lights" together and carry out a mission of love.

The one downside of this trip was we had to walk through the market where the men are trying to sell you something at every step. It has been happening right along, but this day it got to me. The men kept coming up to me and many ladies on this trip and saying. Beautiful eyes! You want an Egyptian husband? They literally follow you onto the bus. It was way too much. It kind of drove me a little batty today with little sleep...everything would drive anyone a little batty.

Oh and the funny thing is they are always trying to make a buck (literally a US Dollar is what they would like). At the end of our "live entertainment" the felucca, they were looking for tips and then when they have you out in the middle of the Nile--they pull out things for you to purchase, scarves, beads, jewelry, bags. You can shop everywhere...you can spend money everywhere...it really is that simple to spend. So if you are a shopaholic, I don't advise a trip to Egypt you will come home with no money...good for me that I am grounded in the money area and do not shop like crazy...sometimes I wonder if I am woman because I don't typically enjoy shopping too much. Yes, there are moments that I get bit by the shopping bug, but overall, I am plenty okay most of the time without shopping.

The trip on the Felucca literally ended in the middle of the Nile River when a motorboat arrived and met us there. We had to switch boats in the middle of the River...imagine that? The talent and skill of walking is a must when climbing from a sailboat onto a motorboat in the middle of the Nile--I did it! I did it! I thought to myself as I stepped down on the motorboat--aching back, legs and all. Now on our way to the Nubian Village....
1.11.11

Finally at the Hotel in Aswan

We arrive at our new hotel by bus, feeling dirty and gross from the train the night before. So here we are sitting in the hotel lobby for a half hour now while waiting for the hotel to get our rooms ready. They greet us with this red juice which I think was pomegranate, but I am not sure...it was really good since it was the first thing I had besides water. Now when we first arrived here at the hotel, the only thing I wanted to do was pee and shower (sorry for the directness of my words, but really that is all I wanted.)

While waiting in the lobby, a bunch of us find the bathroom and we think thank goodness...three bathrooms in the ladies room! Then we quickly find out, one door doesn't even open so we can't use that bathroom, another bathroom the toilet does not flush and thank goodness there is one that works. Really? Welcome to Aswan, I hear in the back of my mind.

Finally, we make our way up to the room. I'm excited because we are told that we (the hotel is right on the Nile) We get to our room and the view is the bus that will pick us up along with construction off to the right that obstructs our view of the Nile. Oh well. I can't wait to shower, but quickly find that is it dirty (It was probably the dirtiest hotel, but found comfort in the fact that it was cleaner than the train.) I mean dirty enough for me to have to clean it before I can shower. Now mind you, after the train anything is uphill from there so I quickly clean it up the best I can because I need to shower and so does my roommie.

I finally get in the shower and it feels good to have hot water run over me and mind you after injuring my back at the pyramid my body is a little achy so the hot water feels great. But then it is time to shut off the water. Oh my God, the water won't shut off and the worst part is the hot water wouldn't shut off. It was scalding, but so was the handle to shut it off. I can't get it to turn off and my hands are wet and slippery so I reach for the towel which by the way is the size of a handkerchief. I cover my front parts and yell out the door to DebRa and ask her to come help. She burns her hand on the faucet to rescue me from the hot water that doesn't shut off. (Just a thought on the side...what is it with me and showers I turn on the shower--The shower hose thing that is supposed to be one of those massage type of shower hoses, I turn the water on and the hose jumps off the wall and promptly floods my bathroom. I call the front desk to ask for more towels to be sent to my room and housekeeping comes to my room with toilet paper. I have to motion with hands and body that I need a bath towel. Yes he finally understands and brings me more. Now this hotel, the water won't stop and we can't even call the front desk because the phone in our room doesn't have any information as to how to call out and it is regular phone you would find at home. hmmm)

Oh what a nightmare, wake me up...am I just back on the "nasty train" dreaming? (That would mean I was able to sleep on the nasty train. And the funny thing is that I think this would all be worse if I had gotten some sleep and thought more clearly. Anyway, I don't have time to fuss we only had an 1 1/2 hours to get back downstairs to the lobby for our bus to the Felucca Boat Ride down the Nile. Which, I really want to do and really don't want to do at the same time. Okay heading down....will write more later.

When we got to the lobby we had to wait some more....really? I could have taken longer in the icky room....

1.11.11

Eleven Hours and Counting

OMG! The train ride. I am not sure where to begin so I will just begin. So we wait on the cold platform for our train to arrive ( I now wonder why the heck I had to take two suitcases with me...that was because I was too cheap to pay an extra $150.00 for going 12 pounds over the 50 pound limit. ) We seem to have a little time so I run over to the little convenient stand selling water and snacks. I walk over and purchased a large bottle of water and two chocolate bars that had cranberries and hazelnuts (some fruit and protein) for the morning since I didn't know what the breakfast box would contain.

So here we are 6 people crammed into a compartment with luggage.

This picture depicts 5 minutes on the train. I don't think at this point it had begun moving. Here we are three people on one side and three people across from us and all our luggage on the floor in the middle. Just for reference in case you could not see by the photo, but it is not my idea of luxury and first class. The seats do not move up for the legs and it is pretty dirty in there.

Mind you, by this time we are all really exhausted from waking at 2 a.m. for the Great Pyramids all that happened nearly 12 hours ago at this point. They just passed out our breakfast boxes and guess what ? It is all Bread! I mean really all bread! Muffin, Croissant, Sweetbread, some kind of cake and an orange juice drink box. Really? Thank heavens for the chocolate bars I brought along...they will be breakfast. Oh there was butter and honey in there as well..forgot to mention that.

Now, we are all a little fearful of going to the bathroom because if this part of the train that is known as first class looks like this then how can the bathroom be any good? Oy Vey--were we right! We called going to the bathroom the walk of shame. I brought along a box of tissue when I left CT because before I left I had the flu and thought I would need to blow my nose--surprisingly, there wasn't any symptoms of being sick after I arrived, but that box of tissue came in handy. It became our compartment's bathroom tissue because there wasn't any in the bathroom and the toilet did not flush. It was so gross....I was told. Finally it was my turn to go...and thank God I brought anti-bacterial hand wash with me (being sick you would think I forgot those things, but apparently my OCD traveler came out and for a good thing too!).

We all sat down wrapped in scarves, hats, gloves and blankets. The only saving grace for me is earplugs and sleep mask...both of which looked elegant, but not at all working. So we all talk and laugh and laugh. The train is hideous, but the people are amazing and so much fun. It was probably the best opportunity to get to know some of the people so far. I loved it--that is until the bathroom.

It was my turn to go to the bathroom..several hours into the trip...I walked down the hall slowly as I was really tired, a little achy from the fall at the pyramid and stiff from sitting crammed with a suitcase under my feet. I open the door and have to lift the seat up and it comes completely off...really, icky, dirty and stinky. Let's suffice it to say that we have now deemed this the "nasty train" and our concept that is the American/European concept of First Class is very different than ours. Our tour guides were on this journey with us and they really didn't find it too bad. That is when we realized our concept of First Class is very different and it reminded us that we were in a third world country.

When I got back to my compartment, everyone was still awake. Someone came by and brought us incense. So we lit incense, I offered my phone for music...I didn't have much on there, but I have Deva Premal who if you know who she is...has phenomenal music....they are chants. So, we made the best of it and put the music on till my phone battery died and we fell sleep. We probably each got about 2-3 hours of sleep on this train ride that took 13 not 11 hours. Time is all relative there...which is why a 10:00 p.m. train didn't arrive at the station till 10:45 p.m.

Periodically, we would wake up freezing and just begin laughing. It was so much fun. I have a lot of time on my hands to write and read, but couldn't do much of either. Instead, I thought about home. I thought about the fact that I am here in Egypt. How is that possible? I mean a year ago, I put out to the universe that I wanted to manifest a trip to Egypt and here I am in Egypt. How quickly it happened. I was thinking about the people at home who would laugh at my trip on this train.

A spiritual journey so it shouldn't be lush lush right? hahaha Perhaps a little more lush like having a clean and functioning bathroom? hahaha Morning breakfast is the orange from the night before and the chocolate candy bar. Mmmm something I can eat! So the guy comes around asking if we want coffee or tea. He comes in and starts to speaking with my new friend Kamala in Arabic. It is wonderful to know someone who speaks Arabic on this trip. Interesting, the coffee/tea guys speaks with Kamala and then looks at me and starts to speak in Arabic to me and all smiley. I must have looked at him like he had five heads. I had no idea what he was saying. Kamala spoke to him and he went to get the tea that was ordered. (I opted out for the tea because I opted not to go to the bathroom till the hotel.) I asked my friend what he wanted and she said he thought I too spoke Arabic. I said really? She said yes you could pass for an Arabic woman...perhaps Assyrian? Hmmm...I thought to myself. By the way, we find out how to turn the heat on in our compartment 2 hours before we arrive at the Aswan station....all night we froze.

It is afternoon when we arrive a lot later in the day than expected because as I mentioned time is irrelevant. The sun is shining bright and the temperature is much warmer than Cairo. This looks more like what I imagine Egypt to look like...not so much green.

1.10.11 & 1.11.11

Back on the Ranch...

So what a full day; I don't think everything had an opportunity to sink in. We are now back at the Hotel Oasis (which was our best hotel by far now that I am back I can say that) packing for our 11 hour train ride to Aswan later tonight. I stopped in an had a bowl of lentil soup. By the way, I love lentil soup, and this really wasn't too bad with the exception of I thought to myself...where are the lentils? The soup was a deep yellow-green and no lentils my guess is that they cooked them until they were mushy. Now, I am not complaining because I really enjoyed the soup--it was just different.

All packed and we are supposed to meet in the hotel lobby for tea while we wait for the bus to arrive to take us to a group dinner at a local Restaurant on our way to the train station. Gosh, I pray the meal is good and that there are more options than bread. This is the night that we are supposed to go on the overnight train to Aswan. I was excited about sleeping on the train. I have never been on a a sleeper train before. My dad always talks about going across America on a train. He loves trains and believes it would be the most amazing sightseeing adventure and I am thinking this may be too.

Okay, as I write this in the background is music, but not like music you would want to listen to. It is a very poor, male singing voice singing Elvis songs with an Arabic accent. The only way that I recognize the song is because I have always loved Elvis--growing up I never hid that I loved Elvis. I guess now I am a closet Elvis lover. I liked his music and; therefore, often recognize his songs. I remember I was in high school and signing an Elvis song in my car and my friends laughed and said to me, "you know he is dead right?" I laughed back and said, "No he is not. He lives in my basement." I laugh, but energetically I always had a connection to Elvis. I could feel his sadness and longing for his twin. (hmmm interesting, huh? I think to myself now.)

So people are asking about dinner and the train. The bus is running late because of traffic and we are not sure we are going to have time for dinner. Be right back, ears are needed now...

Okay so here is the scoop... We are booked in first class on the train. This is not the "sleeping train with beds"; instead they are luxurious seats. We are told the seats are more comfortable and luxurious than the bus. The legs area on the seat come up and the compartment is large enough for 6 people and their luggage
to fit comfortably. Boy, I sure look forward to sleep tonight. We are heading to the restaurant for dinner.

Okay dinner for vegetarians was, yep BREAD! And potatoes and carrots in tomato sauce on top of white rice. And for dessert was an orange, that I took home for sunrise on the train just in case our breakfast box doesn't have enough for us to eat...now we wait for the train...
1.10.11

Yankee Doodle

Yes, Yankee Doodle was his name, the camel that is. My Camel Guide whose name escapes me now because it wasn't as outstanding as having a camel named Yankee Doodle. To get on a camel is easy so people say who have not been up since 2:00 a.m. in the morning, performing mini-miracles at the Pyramid and the Sphinx and then the bright sun of the Giza Desert in your eyes. Well, I am up there, now Yankee Doodle must stand up. Lean back says my guide, I lean and then he shouts lean forward. Wow I am up here. Now I have a moment to breathe while he helps others up on their camel. And don't you know all I hear in my head is the song I learned when I was a child. Yes, before we started out on our tour by camel, before I mastered how to sit on Yankee Doodle...this is what played in my head, a childhood favorite they say...
Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy.

And yes, by now you too have that playing in your head. No need to thank me. hahaha Really? A childhood favorite? Perhaps it was only a favorite because the lyrics were so easy and rhyming for a child....not a favorite of mine and out on that camel that day...I was trying to come up with my own lyrics to the tune like pony changed to Camel, stuck pom poms on his head and walked with his guide Tony and with Ra'chel be handy. You get the drift....

Then we start to move, which really from this high up you can see so many things. Very cool view of the pyramids. This is why this is done on this part of the trip. I really did enjoy the jaunt; that is until we had to go uphill and downhill. And well, it is not really flat terrain as you can see.

It makes you feel like you are going to fall off. All you can hold onto is the moving camel's saddle...really safe. I mean it, really! hahaha So as we continued on, our camel guide had three camels, mine in the middle, one in front and one behind they are all attached by a single rope that I was told to place on my camels saddle. Really? I am qualified to do this, I think to myself. But hey, I am here writing about it so I guess I am.

I find out that Janna's camel's name is Michael Douglas. I am so jealous...I totally have always loved Michael Douglas since the 80's and Romancing the Stone. I was barely a pre-teen when that movie came out. Yes, everyone that is where my affinity for old-er men began. (Okay that is a whole other blog that I can write about....and who knows someday maybe I will...let's suffice it to say that I like older men...there is only one in particular that I love though.) Now Michael Douglas was the Camel in front and Charlie Brown was the camel in back. Yep, really catering to the Americans here. I mean I think I would have liked if my camel's name was Sayid or Babu or Amenotep, but whatever.

Now did I mention there were 33 of us on this journey to Egypt from all over the world? For example Janna was from Holland and Carole from Belgium. Amazing. Well all 33 of us with the exception of 2 people went out on the camel ride. So at any given moment there were several of us walking around each other...well Yankee Doodle kept up to his name and schmoozed with each camel as it passed by. Pulling me this way and that way. He was quite the stud (don't know if that is the correct word to describe him, but it works for the purposes of my story), but he made sure we collided with the other camels as we passed by. Yes, me and only me had that experience and my guide was too busy walking Michael Douglas that he wasn't aware that Yankee Doodle wasn't "minding his step".

Anyway, Yankee Doodle and I continued along that is until our Camel Guide decided to stop us (thankfully on a more flattened terrain at least for the moment) for a photo opportunity. He took our pictures. He took many pictures. He instructed us to lift our arms...I did one and then he said both. Meanwhile, I am thinking Yankee Doodle isn't going to find a Yankee Doodelette while I am not holding on, is he? Here is the final confirmation picture ...I did it! I did it! I wrote a camel and survived the jaunt.

The truth is we had a little ways to go before getting off the camel. When we arrived at the end of the camel ride, we had to give them a tip. Which as I may have mentioned earlier in my blog, everyone gets a tip, it is expected by them. So they help you off the camel, Camel Guide helps me safely off Yankee Doodle who by now is so non-plused to be around humans (he does this too often) and waits for me to open my purse to take out money. Hovers over me is more of the word. So I take out my money and tip him and he says come one more. He wants American Money and I tell him I only have pounds which is the truth as I traded my American dollars for pounds when I arrived. Then he does the same to Carole as well.

Then a police officer on a camel trots his way over to me and wants a picture with me. I say no (hadn't learned no in Arabic yet, but after this I learned!) and put my camera away. He comes closer to me and I see a machine gun at his side and think to myself okay better take picture. I stand by the camel and he reaches his hand on my shoulder (not the camel, the police man). And someone nearby ( I even forget who) used their camera to take the picture. Now, I didn't want the picture and I didn't even use my camera and I had to pay for the picture. I said thank you and walked away...he followed me and asked for a tip. I gave him a tip and he left very disappointed that I didn't give him more. (Money people--that is what I am talking about!) Really? The police are in on this whole bachsheesh (tip) thing. Now, it is 11:30 a.m. and time to head back to the hotel...all in a day's work I guess...
1.10.11

A Portal Perhaps?

Still between the paws of the Sphinx for another meditation (yes still sitting on the sand well there is a paper thing blanket between my butt and the sand...get the picture? It is like having my butt directly on the sand anyway with the coldness of it.)

Now, I am not sure you can grasp the enormity of this statue and just how large those paws are so I will throw this extra picture of me trying to squeeze in between the paws to get warm (yea right, stone paws to keep me warm. hey the pyramid held a lot of heat?)

Then, Armukara Angel (another beautiful soul who supported Solara An Ra on this journey with her Sirian Channelings) guided us all into a beautiful meditation integrating the energies of The Sphinx and the all too surreal experience of the Great Pyramid. It was incredible--I could feel my body expanding (my light body that is); it felt like we we filled that space with all our lightbodies. The Sirians really do pack a punch when it comes to meditation...incredible experience. It actually warmed me up so much physically too.

Then we had a little more time to walk around and view the grounds around the Sphinx. There were ruins.

Then as we walked back up the steps and out there was an area with doorways which looked like it may have been a building at some point, but it didn't have a roof of any sort and no one seemed to mention it, but I saw a doorway that really seemed to pull me over to it. Others of us were viewing this area too.

This doorway felt to me to be a portal of something. You can see by my picture, "Sol" felt the same thing, he was feeling the energy of this gateway. My intuitive impression is that we were viewing it backwards. This is another picture from someone else's album hopefully it helps to convey what I am about to say.

It appears to me where you see the wood door that was the entrance into this complex at the Sphinx. I think people entered from the "road" there and walked down through (where you see Sol touching the door facing out, I believe he was facing the wrong way). I believe when people entered through this "door" it was a portal into a higher dimension. It was like people (priest, high priestesses, humans) entered through this gateway to "worship" into this sacred place through a different dimension. It is like as soon as they crossed the threshold of that doorway they moved into higher awareness, energy and the like. I will try to explain humanly--sometimes it is hard for me to convey what I am feeling in words on paper...at least in person I get to use my hands, motion my body, draw pictures. hahaha So here it goes, it is kind of like when you go to a Catholic Church, a Jewish Synagogue or any place of worship really, if you are sensitive you can feel the energy of prayer and healing by walking in because in these places of worship much love and light is located in there...so you are transformed by just being present. Even if people who attend do not "follow" they are uplifted by those who do. Not sure that is clear as I don't attend church any longer, but I do go to Temple (Synagogue) from time to time and I can uplifted and "high" feel alive when the prayers are being recited. It is mighty powerful. By the way, I was Jewish in many past lifetimes and particularly several times in Egypt (as a female I was named Ra'chel and as a male I was name "Ari" that just came to me)...this is a story for another time, but promise to tell you that one day. Though, I do believe one of the lifetimes will come out on this journey...onto the Camel ride...all of this happening before 10:00 a.m. Imagine that...
1.10.11

Cats, Garnets and Akashic Records Oh My

So as if the Orchestra of the Great Pyramid was not amazing enough, we now had the opportunity to have a private entrance at the paws of the Sphinx. And, no more climbing or crawling. Yay! When we leave the Great Pyramid, we take a bus over to the Sphinx and sun was just finishing up rising. It was so completely beautiful. We have to walk down several steps to the space between the paws. (Now on a side note, apparently what we were doing gathering together as a group in between the paws was not a practice allowed. This again was special permission and more money.)

It was an amazing "cat" with a human head. The enormity of the structure is hard to convey unless you are there. And even then, feeling the natural high after the Great Pyramid,I don't even think I was able to grasp it either. (One thing I wish was that we were able to do the Great Pyramid and Sphinx on separate days because it was so intense both experiences.)

So here we gathered together in a circle and Solara An Ra, channeled information to us about the Sphinx. Now, we were complaining on how hot it was in the Sphinx...all the clothes I unloaded early have now returned to my body to keep in the warm. I was so high on the energy and now a little achy from the slip down the last three steps of the pyramid, the last thing I wanted to do was sit on cold hard/rocks and sand, but that is exactly what I was doing. Interesting how the pleiadians (Solara's guides) give us such amazing detail and information about the places we are visiting and most of which hasn't completely corresponded to what we know in history---as if it is the partial story. Of course, I check in with my spirit and go with resonates with me and thus far the Pleiadian Information is what is resonating even if I am not entirely humanly sure what it all means. What was channelled is that underneath the Sphinx (in a completely different dimension that humans can only access if they are multidimensional) is the Hall of Records or also known as the Akashic Records. Akashic Records are the mystical name and theory of all recorded human experiences. Only accessed in another dimension not 3D. So what I mean by that is, if people decided to dig under the Sphinx to find this "hall of records" they wouldn't. It is in a different dimension that is not attainable by 3D eyes. On a side note, there is a lot that is not visible in 3D eyes--when I perform readings I am often in 4D, 5D which is why I am able to access much information. (So that you know I say often because sometimes I am in even more dimensions than that when I am reading for someone).

So this Akashic Records story brings me to and interesting thing I did several years ago. I did a very powerful meditation where I went in and placed an intention into my Akashic Records. Funny to think about it now because if you understand the Akash (another word for it) all human experiences are recorded into the records and as I am typing this the following information is coming to me: what I placed into my Akash back then was already there; however, doing so consciously invokes that energy and brings it into my human consciousness. Wow--how cool is that? Here is what I placed back in my Akash back then: "I am love. I am light. I am peace. I am healed body, mind and spirit. I find guidance on my path on this journey called life. I shine my light for all to see. I share my love for all to feel. I am one with all that is." Who knew? I was so powerful back then and yet I was meek and fearful to using my voice. I stepped into my power and I stepped out...it is sometimes uncomfortable to be in your power. If you are reading this and thinking no way, then either you have ascended fully and mastered life or you are in your ego thinking you have done it all. The truth is our power comes from the magic of self discovery and doing things that may make us uncomfortable (boy do I do a lot of those things and there are times I shy away too, but no more after this trip). We humans have such magic within us that when we discover it often it becomes clouded with ego or it becomes an issue of worthiness. I have to admit the cloud for me was worthiness. It wasn't a conscious fear of worthiness rather it is a discovery that I have just now made over the last couple years--that I am worthy by just being. Something I don't mind being reminded of. Often, my beloved twin mirrors that for me which is not only painful, but forces me to step into my power. I pray my beloved sees his worthiness too and keeps stepping in his power. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I send power to you and worthiness to you my love. Again, I digress...just in case you are wondering if I am going to keep doing that, yes, yes I probably am. I am a wordy woman and I love it! Because when I go back to read my blogs someday I will feel it and I will laugh at it. I used to be so concerned with proper writing and making sure that it was perfect that it prevented me from having fun at times. Don't get me wrong, I do think there is truly a time and place for that, but for the purpose of my blog this is definitely not the venue for perfection...it is for love, fun and enjoyment. So, I say put on your big girl and big boy underpants and trudge along with me on my journey cause I promise it will be filled with all the stuff great stories are filled with: light, laughter, tears and hope and adventure.

So here, I am sitting in the cold at the Sphinx with the wind blowing slightly each of us (33) gathered in the circle practically sitting on top of one another because you know the theory of body heat we are trying to keep warm. As we sit and talk about what the Pleiadians channelled, I start to have a flash back to another point in this life several years ago when I was hanging out with a friend who I don't really see anymore. (I was pulling in a lot of information about Melchizedek, Metatron and astrally traveling regularly back then.) He and I were sitting in my office after we did a cleansing of someone else's office space. I started to drift into another dimension and I was in a cave surrounded by sand (the color of sand that is in Egypt at the Sphinx). It was underground and there was a pulpit. (Yes, I looked up pulpit to make sure that is, in fact, what I am talking about. You have to understand being such an open channel, I get things coming through all the time that I surprise myself with the words that come out and I often second guess them...so yes I looked up pulpit.) I told my friend, "I am rushing through the halls looking for this room with pulpit." He asked me what I am looking for, "I told him I am looking for my book of life. I need it. I need it. It tells me how to live." (Wow what meaning that has for me now. It didn't back then when I channeled it years ago, but now I get it.) I then find the room, in the center of the room, there is a light pouring down onto this pulpit and there is a book, I see me flipping through the pages looking anxiously for something. Then I come out of the dimension back to 3D. This experience flushed in the day at the Sphinx. It makes me realize how profoundly amazing my journey in life has been thus far. I never really gave me much credit because those in my life at the time really didn't get the whole thing...or couldn't comprehend what I was receiving. I pushed a lot of it away because one thing I always wanted to do growing up was "fit in". I always felt different with friends, family and the like. I just wanted to "fit in". Even several years ago, when all this was happening to me, I still wanted to "fit in" (ya know the step in my power and out). I knew stepping fully into my power back then was scary...not to mention the many past lifetimes that I had been persecuted for my beliefs and for being who I was. Today, I feel like that is one piece of the puzzle I am beginning to understand...I thrive on being me. I am a beautiful, loving soul and can only be that when I am being me. So good bye to fitting in, hello to being in my power. All this magic was happening...

Then, Solara again begans to channel, but this time she connects with the power of Egypt not just the Pleaidians. She begins channeling the Goddess Sekhmet from the word Sekhem which means power and might. She is a powerful goddess in Egypt. She is depicted with the a lion head and female body. It is amazing that she came out to "play" with us. I mean play. Sekhmet's energy was mighty powerful, but very playful. She informed us if we gifted her with gold, money and jewels (those were in fact Sekhmet's suggestions) she would gift us. Mighty large bounty she wanted, I though to myself, but hey if she is willing to always gift us with courage, will power and determination then why not ask for what you want. She told us that when we visit Karnack near her statue, we could leave something for her in the sands surrounding the area. When we returned home, we can connect with the thing we left behind and access Sekhmet's powers of courage, willpower or determination any time we needed it. Immediately, I knew exactly what I was to gift to Sekhmet. I had taken only a handful of crystals with me on this trip. (It was interesting because as you know by now, I had the flu the week before and was still a little sick up to the day before I left--packing was quick and happened that morning of my flight, yes for all you OCD people...it was last minute so no double checking. I packed only the crystals that I had in my pouch that usually got carried around with me in my purse.)

In there, was my garnet crystal. I think I had been carrying that around for at the very least two years. In case you don't know, garnets are the stone assoicated with January (how apropo) and the healing properties of this crystal are life force, compassion, protection, past lives, purity and truth. It is very powerful and could be used for all the gifts that Sekhmet is willing to bless us with. What better way to trust and allow life to unfold magically than to give a very meaningful gift to Sekhmet. It is amazing how it is all coming together here in Giza. Good morning world the sun is shining, wind is blowing a chill in the air and yet somehow it is a magical time...

1.10.11

Disclaimer

Hi Everyone,

Here is my disclaimer...

I interrupt this Egypt Live Journey Broadcast to inform you that I am in fact back in Connecticut on the grounds of the US (which I am forever grateful for the world in which I live). I am continuing my blog as if I am still there for a few reasons: First, I didn't have consistent internet access in Egypt if I had any at all. Second, I definitely jotted things down along the way that I intend to share. Third, I had marvelous experiences that I want to share with you and capture for me. Fourth, I am finding that information is flooding through me as I write so I am enjoying it tremendously. Finally, I am really just quickly editing/writing some stuff for each each post to give you the most accurate information about my journey. I hope you continue enjoying it as much as I am enjoying writing it.

By the way, the Great Pyramid, the Sphinx and the Camel ride were all day 2 or 3 (I have to say everything is melded together) so you will get many posts for one day of my journey because there is so much stuff packed into one day. I am doing my best to break it up as best as I can...and other times I just keep rambling because I am having so much fun and I can't even think to stop.

Love and light to you all....Ra'chel Ra.

Great Pyramid, Open Hearts, High Priets of Melchizedek

When we arrived in the Queen's Chamber, we gathered in circle and began delayering ourself because it was so warm. We made some beautiful music with our voices led by the angelic voices of many of the lightworkers in the room. It was phenomenal the echo...remember we are in a four walled rock room. hahaha The vision of angels flying around the room was so incredible that I felt like I could reach up and touch them. By the way, the Queen's Chamber is not some beautiful room that you would see in a European castle like the name reflects, rather is an empty room with walls and horrible fluorescent lighting provided by the tourism industry in Egypt. Though, I am very thankful for the lighting believe me...not knocking the lighting that is probably the one thing that made me feel safest.

Just as we began to cool off, Solara An Ra, said, "It's time to make our way to the King's chamber." What she didn't say was that we would have to once again crouch our way out of the Queen's Chamber and walk vertically up the pyramid once again to get to the King's Chamber. Now, the one thought in my mind was "OMG" it is really hot and I want to rest before going any further. Not to mention I want to leave every bit of clothing I had on in the Queen's Chamber. So we walk out and find a little area where we can stand at full height and we can see where we are going to walk to. Mind you, I do not believe that this picture gives you the full effect of what we had to climb, but a mall idea perhaps?

At the place where we could stand upright there was a part of the wall that was almost like a bench, or we all wanted to visualize it as a bench and use it to store our clothing cause that is exactly what we did. For me, I left my blanket, my backpack and all contents of it, my sweatshirt, hat, scarf. Now I was making my way up in a lot less than I entered the pyramid with. The steps up were fine as long as you didn't look up and didn't look back. Top step a little slippery, but we had lots of help...everyone helped one another whether they knew you or not. (I think to myself, if only that is how the rest of the world operated in the everyday world--what an amazing place it will be. Hopefully, at the end of this trip each of us will bring back that energy and anyone who comes in contact with us will feel it too!)

We get to the King's Chamber and how incredible the energy is in there...heavy, but quickly filling with light. We walk in and find a place to place down our stuff. At the other end of the room from the entrance, there is the Sarcophagus that held the dead king. It is empty now and it is broken on one end. Now, the night before Solara An Ra and her guides said that if we felt inclined to lay down in the sarcophagus we will receive a third eye activation. The night before, I was thinking I am not likely to lay in a tomb, but I will wait and see what the experience holds and if I feel so inclined.

We quickly set up and altar going towards the sarcophagus in the middle of our circle with our crystals that we brought along.

We began by holding hands and calling in the light into this time and space as we wanted to fill the sound chamber with all the light possible. We know how many people will walk in and out of here going forward and we want to be sure that light touches upon them when they enter the pyramid and leave just a little bit differently (for the good) than when they came in. We stepped back as Solara An Ra prepared the way to channel. I felt guided to place my hands in a prayer posistion. I feel as though I drifted in and out of Solara's channeling as I heard some of what she said and then none of what she said.

All of a sudden, I felt someone place their hand at my left waist from the back. I opened my eyes to look to see if one of my fellow lightworkers had reached over to touch me, but no one had. Still Solara was channeling, but I wasn't hearing what she had to say. Then, I felt another hand placed on my right shoulder, I again opened my eyes, but each of us was in our "own world" if you will. And at that exact moment, I heard Solara loud and clearly channeling about Sacred Couples and Sacred lovemaking. It was as if that part of her channel was just meant for me to hear. I don't even remember her exact words, but in that instant I realized that the hands on my low back left waist and my right shoulder were my beloved twin's standing to my right (as he often comes in energetically on my right) holding me as this part of the channel was being said. It was as if he wanted to get my attention to listen about our job as twinflames to bring light and love to heal gaia. There is more I am sure I will recount as time goes on or as I get more clear, but for now that was incredible.

After this amazing experience, Solara An Ra asked each of us if there was anything we wished to add and Crealo Ra added for us to use the Violet Flame to clear out what is not needed in preparation for our work there. (See this journey was more than just visiting sacred places and getting activated, it was a journey to work by way of healing the places we visited with our energy of love and light!)

Then a beloved soul and friend, Sopdet Ra, began to channel the most beautiful light language message. It was truly powerful, moving and transformational (mind you there is no way that those words could ever really convey the powerful message that Sopdet Ra was able to bring to us). Her channel of light language moved some of us to tears and emotions opening our hearts. (We found out later after digesting our day that the channel was intended to open our hearts even further.) I believe it not only opened hearts, but melted some as well.

Another warrior of the light, came forth with a message about releasing the bondage of lifetimes for women. Interestingly, I had received a very similar message at a full moon meditation group I attended personally last month. We are not only bringing in the energy of the Divine Feminine to this earth with our work, but we are healing past misconceptions of the female over many lifetimes. Incredible how we all felt this powerful energy just moving through us.

Then as if time stopped back 1000's of years earlier, we (each and every one of us) took our places as priests and priestesses in the King's Chamber. Some of us sat around the altar in the center of the room (room now only lit by candles and the light of our spirits), began drumming, playing the toning bowls, chanting, voice toning, singing while others began to perform healing. Still others took their place around the sarcophagus as each person (initiate) decided to lay down in the sarcophagus for their activation of their third eye. My role was to support the initiates as they entered the sarcophagus one by one and help in the healing that took place in the sarcophagus. I found sounds coming out of my mouth that I never heard some were beautiful, some were powerful and some didn't sound human. I found that my arms naturally raised up as if opening my wings. It was so incredible that each of us just did this without words a remembered initiation of old. If it were to be orchestrated it could never have been as beautiful or as smooth.

When it was my turn to lay down in the sarcophagus, one person anointed my third eye while another person placed their hands at my back in preparation for the activation (giving me healing). Then, they helped me in and I laid down in the sarcophagus which was not as intimidating perhaps because I wasn't thinking I was just in the energy of it was my turn. I closed my eyes and immediately I felt energy at my third eye and I felt as if I was transferred to another place. I was out. The next thing I knew was someone was tapping my leg telling me to come out, but I didn't want to come out. I wanted to stay where I was. I came out and then no longer did sound or healing, I took my place around the circle to absorb the energy, the process of what just happened. I toned softly as I sat around the altar with other beings. It was like we changed the guard because the people that were working before were not sitting down in the circle and those that were in the circle were not working.

Then the lights in the King's Chamber turned on and brought us back in our physical bodies (somewhat). It was getting time for us to leave there (now remember we had a private showing of the pyramid that cost a great deal of money, but the thing is that they were going to be opening to the public soon.) We had to move quickly to leave there as I believe we overstayed by a little bit. We had to make our way down that long vertical walk...not so bad when you are naturally high on the energy of spirit. I felt like I was floating down the steps. I gathered up my stuff and I really did start floating that when I got to the last three steps, I slipped and landed on my back. I didn't even notice it as the others had. I sat out for a little while as others exited. Everyone was so extremely helpful.

We made our way into the morning sky with the sun rising...here is the view from the pyramid upon exiting...

1.10.11

Off the Bus and Entering the Pyramid

So, here we are on the bus. We got our breakfast box and guess what the majority of food is? Yep, bread. But there is a banana and a yogurt so I have something more than bread.

The world seems a little different this early in the morning or is it because it is after the initiation. Last night after our group, Sopdet Ra a fellow lightworker and friend on this journey came up to me and said my name was missing something. She was given my name by her guides: Ra'chel Ra. So from this day forward that is my name. When I lay in bed last night, I felt downloads of information being loaded into my third eye. It was truly amazing really.

So we get off the bus, and the cold air of the morning greets us. You can see your breath and we gather up all our warm clothes as you can see in this picture I was covered from head to toe with additional blanket in hand.

The shock and horror on my face of, what? It is morning? I have to go in there? How much climbing? Crouching too? How narrow?

At the entrance, Kasey helped to purify us at the entrance with a quick sprinkle of salt and water on our way in. See the entrance is a little intimidating.

As we start walking through we quickly begin to have to duck our heads and we start climbing what appears to be skinny wood planks attached to a vertical stone wall we are climbing. I begin to think....hmmm haven't worked out in a month with being sick prior to leaving--this is gonna be a workout.

I continue walking with my head down as it had to be facing the steps. I will admit, it is a bit claustrophobic feeling in addition to the fact that it begins to get warmer in there. The one thing we failed to think about was that we were climbing inside a stone building above ground with very little air circulating so it is rather stuffy in there. We were instructed to breathe in with one step and breathe out with the next as that would help us to overcome any not so good feelings. I focused on my breath and my feet and couldn't wait to arrive in the Queen's Chamber where we were gathering first. Mind you, people in front of me and people behind me so there was no way out. Just a picture for your mind to grasp what I am saying...by the way the pictures are provided by me and the rest of my fellow beautiful angelic light beings on this journey. So thank you to each and every one of you.

Pheww...we are finished and in the Queen's Chamber--it is so hot in here...yes we are the same people who were complaining that it was so cold just a little bit ago.
1.10.11

1:45 a.m. and getting ready for Giza

It is 1:45 a.m. I actually set my alarm clock for 2:22 a.m to wake to go to the Great Pyramid in Giza, but both my roomie DebRa woke early and thought what the heck might as well get up now rather than sleep and resist the waking of the alarm. So we decided to use all that "extra time" for phoning family and friends for less than 5 minutes. Did you know that even with an international plan on your cell phone..it costs something like $2.50 per minute. People don't talk too much to me already!!

So, I took a few moments to write this about preparation....I'm excited and in anticipation of this..how exciting is this to go into the Great Pyramid by ourselves before it opens in the middle of the night...first of all I suggest you breathe...in the middle of the night is what I typed...now if you told me I would be excited about getting up and going into a dark, cold stone building in the middle of the night I would be like..no way...not happening and yet here I am..up before the birds even want to awake. I just stepped outside and the night sky is so beautiful here.

Someone last evening during our initiation circle suggested that we wear white and I am contemplating how to layer the white clothes on for a very cold Giza desert. See when I planned for this trip...our white day was for the Temple at Philae not the Great Pyramid so I don't have more than one white outfit. And guess what I brought, let me look...

ahhh yes... I have white capri pants, white leggings that were purchased last minute the morning before I left which are too big yeah me for losing more weight boo me for them looking like sweats on me, short sleeve shirt, sleeveless shirt, 3/4's length white shirt and white sweatshirt (don't know how the last two got in my bag, but someone else must have been packing because as you recall I was sick with the flu prior. Anyway, I love you whoever helped me!) So here is my amazing outfit---white leggings topped with capri pants, 3/4 white shirt, white sweatshirt and wool shawl provided by Brittney (again thank you Brittney).

Now, I pray for warm moments since I fear it will be cold, pray for a good breakfast box on the bus, please let there be something good in there..I'm hungry...oh and let me not be claustrophobic..I hear the pyramid can be intimidating for claustrophobic people...

I love how people ask you, "hey are you claustrophobic?" And, they expect an answer and actually look surprised when you respond with, "I don't know..I guess I will find out when I am put in a tiny, narrow passageway with no way out." I am recalling that memory from my first ever MRI...by the way, I wasn't claustrophobic there...I could see an opening near my feet and not to mention they give you something to put over your eyes so you couldn't tell that if you breathe too deeply your chest would hit the top of the machine. hahaha

So I guess it is time to go...the bus is waiting...

Can you see the orbs? All dressed in white and ready to get dirty?
1.10.11

Initiation into the Order of Melchizedek

So we gathered together tonight in the green for our circle. Yes, it was 4:00 in the afternoon and I chose to face the sun, knowing that sundown was shortly after. I love going to circle and it is really helpful when each person says there name before speaking because that way we can get to know one another by name otherwise 33 people is an intense number.

We all come prepared with hats, gloves, scarves and blankets alike. We now know that it really is cold in the desert at the evening hour. So Solara An Ra told us that she was guided that her original intention was to have 22 on this trip, but her guides informed her that 33 was number of people that would be on this trip and needed to bring the light into this time and space. We gathered to share our experiences from Saqqara and really began to open with one another.

I love that Solara An Ra's Guides change things up on her in a moment's notice because that happens to me all the time. I mean really we can have a perfectly good topic to do in class as we gather together and last minute they switch it up on me and I am running around trying to find the perfect music and the right information, but all in all it always works out in the end. I have since decided does it really matter about the music? Well, if you ask my students they will say yes that they do not want to dance to Madonna or Abba. Okay, okay, yet again I digress. Onward...

So Solara's guides have decided that we are to be officially initiated into the Order of Melchizedek before going to the Great Pyramid of Giza. I hear the name Melchizedek and my whole body begins to tingle from head to toe--often my guides cover me in tingles to confirm what is being said, but it has so much more meaning to me than I even think...

About 7 years ago, I heard the name Melchizedek because he came to visit me. It was when my gifts began to go full blown. The power the amazement of his energy was so great it filled my bedroom that day. I began to get many visions of things that I had not yet understood nor did any of my human "spiritual teachers" at the time understand. (And no, I did not have many human spiritual teachers because when I started my journey--people were still thinking ego, 3D and money...and many told me when you have the money you can come back and learn from me. That felt like such a slap in my face, but thanks to my beautiful spirit I preserved and continued on. That is how I found the most beautiful help, learning and healing from the ArchAngels...ok again I have gone off on a tangent, but what a wonderful tangent it is!) The point being that I allowed my connection to Melchizedek get placed on the backburner because I felt a little overwhelmed with the all the information that was coming in and it didn't fit with what other human "spiritual teachers" I connected . So over the years, the name kept being within my energy and entering around me all the time.


So here we are tonight being initiated into the Order of Melchizedek. How powerful I thought. Each of us was being "attunded" to perform the initiation on another. I was sitting next to a lovely soul who I was to initiate first and then she me. As I said the words necessary to initiate this beautiful soul, I saw this amazing column of blue light pour down over her and felt her heart open. It felt like I had done this before, initiated someone into the Priesthood. Next it was my turn to be initiated. As I became initiated, I felt my third eye begin to pulsate and energy just flow through me. With my eyes closed, I moved my eyes to look up and saw the sky above with clouds parting and a circular opening in between the clouds with all these beings, faces and angels/guides as they looked at me and said to me in a light, warm, welcoming way.,.,"It's about time." As if I have been evading them all along and I suppose I had been. It was so powerful and wonderful. I felt energy continual flow through me (even as I drifted off to sleep in my bed that night).

We once again went around the circle and shared our initiation experience with one another and in the background, I heard Muslim singing of prayers which seemed a bit shocking at first, but almost complimenting our own toning and connection of our group...like a necessary part of this experience. Then I was jolted when the water fountain nearby turned on. I found they have these absolutely beautiful fountains of water all around the hotel on the green areas, but they only come on at night...how odd I found, but it is a desert, perhaps away to conserve water and not let it all evaporate to the sun? Just an oddity to me...what do I know...I have never been in a desert.,this might be so in Arizona too?

Okay so I am off to dreamland...Solara An Ra has us waking up at 2:30 a.m. to meet at 3:00 a.m. for the bus to our private Showing of the Great Pyramid--we have private entrance and special permission to be there from 4:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. so we will see sunrise at the pyramid...and who says I never see sunrise??

1.9.11

Lunch Anyone?

Lunch anyone? I should say, bread anyone?

On the way out of Saqqara, we had a lunch planned at the Restaurant Pharous. As we exited the bus music was playing (set up especially for the tourists), they played and danced for us as we entered into the restaurant toward our table which was outdoors. Mind you, we were all so hungry. We had eaten breakfast at 6 and it must have been 12:30 by now if not 1:00 (wasn't very good with time on this trip). And guess what they serve us right away? Yes, you guessed it--bread! Homemade fresh bread that is pita like and it is freshly made for each table and boy does it look really good. Now, I am hungry and I just get to watch everyone eat. Meanwhile, as I watch everyone eat bread, I order mint tea which is black tea with a couple of mint leaves thrown on top in a glass. Yuck!! I don't recommend you try it, but if you would like I have the recipe.

So lunch comes out and it is the most amazing falafel I have ever eaten...it was fabulous. I had rice, potatoes and falafel...I know rice and potatoes are weird to have both. The funny thing is that this is the vegetarian meal I opted for and there were no vegetables.

For dessert, they handed out oranges--big, bright orange oranges that were so sweet and juicy...mmmmm.

As we walked out of the restaurant, the music started up again and they wanted a tip, of course. What we didn't notice on the way in was the oven where the woman was making the bread. It was so neat to see how she made it. They probably have made bread like this for 100's of years. The oven looked like a Chimnea...I can't imagine how hot that must be when it is warm out...remember it is cold here in the desert. I think to myself Florida is probably warmer..

1.9.11

Saqqara

Wow! Incredible sight of the Step Pyramid. So we meet at the bus at 7:15 and the bus takes us on a ride to Saqqara. Driving is a little better with the bus since they must have to have some kind of driving permit to lug around a bunch of tourists who fear for their life in cabs, right? I digress.

Driving to Saqqara was an adventure, the road has cars, buses and wagons pulled by donkeys on it. Yes, all are part of the traffic and not to mention people carrying things on their heads and just walking in and out of traffic. Amazing it is somehow an orderly chaos because I did not witness an accident or running over of a person. Still this all feels so surreal. This part of Egypt looks like what you see in movies with the donkey carts on the side of the road selling fruits and vegetables, particularly bright orange oranges, but warning they are not always juicy!

We arrive at the the Step Pyramid of King Joser. It was really cold so I thank Brittney (a wonderful soul and my friend for my Christmas gift) for my beautiful wool shawl as that came in very handy as did the mini-quilt my mother gave to me. To get to the Step Pyramid, you have to walk into this temple like building. It is so tall and there is no roof tons of natural light coming in. There is no way humans with our height or even a little taller could have built this. I mean it looks near impossible. I did take pictures and hope that they are worth posting so you can see. We walk into the entrance, and travel through what appears to be a long hallway with pillars and empty spaces on each side. Our tour guide tells us that it is believed to have had statues in those empty spaces between those columns. We walk the hallway and come out onto the other side of this long “hallway” (I put that in quotes because the hallway isn't a hallway like we know them to be) to what looks like a huge sand covered (not covered that is the earth) courtyard. Completely open space that looks to me to be a huge courtyard surrounded by a large wall of stone and little “areas” cut into maze-like inserts along the outside of the wall for full and partial statues that remain(as much has been destroyed over time as well as pillaged...is that the word? hmmm). It almost reminds me of a Catholic Church...you know the little areas along the outside walls on the way to the altar or front sides surrounding the altar area. The altar in this case would be the step pyramid where we find out that we cannot enter because they are doing restoration.

This pyramid is huge, but I know from what people are saying not as huge as the Great Pyramid in Giza. It is being worked on by many men and I took a picture to give you the idea of the pyramid and how it looks being worked on. And the fact that the men look like ants upon it and only when you focus your eyes in the sunlight you can make out the movement of men...I mean ants don't wear white clothing, or do they? Again, I don't think this was something that humans could have made—at least not alone that is. My spirit tells me that they had a lot of help from star beings...no doubt.

So, we gather in a circle on the cold sand and sit while Solara connects with her Pleaidian Guides and any other energy at Saqqara that has a message for us. I was cold and the last thing I wanted to do was relax and connect with my guides...oh and not to mention there is no place to pee except on the moving bus! So we 33 tourists gather in a circle a bit intimidating to the other tourists there and guards. Our tour guides appear a little nervous as they say they will stand outside the circle and ward off the guards (the guards with machine guns). I think they may have been afraid of being in the circle with these weird people setting up an altar in the middle with crystals and any other precious item we had to share. We begin by alternate nostril breathing (loving it—totally takes me to a natural high vibration quicker than any other form of breathing look out students you are going to learn it too!).

Solara en Ra channels information about this pyramid and about our mission on this trip. Did I mention that this trip is more of a journey to heal Gaia and the sacred sites of Egypt? Our mission is to bring light and love into the very earth of all the places we will visit on this trip. What better way to effect change connect with the high frequencies of light residing in Egypt than to light our path and the path of thousands of people who will tour after us to these places. We ground our light into the earth there and then disperse to look around on our own.

Solara's guides found an area that they would like her to channel a little more as it is more private than the open "courtyard" by the way because of the restoration we are not allowed too close to this pyramid nor inside of it. We all formed a semi circle as she channeled...sometimes it is obvious that she is channeling and surprisingly we don't get into trouble. After she finished the message was about how we must trust that we are meant to be where we are and to trust and honor our highest guidance available while at this ancient place. Much will happen on this journey she shares with us. The second half of her message is about how important self love is to our journey in general not just Egypt—see everyone it is not just me preaching about self love it is something everyone channels which tells me that as a collective of humans on this planet we are not doing a very good job at it. We are in need of the constant reminders to hold that vibration of love. Some of us stay to feel the energy of the statue with our hands not placing our hands on the broken statue, but rather sending and receiving energy. The guards surround us and say no no. They motioned to us no pray no pray. You are not allowed to pray in sacred places in Egypt...apparently not openly. We tried to say we were not praying, instead just feeling the energy, but they didn't understand energy; so instead the guard had each of us stand up in front of the statue for a picture to be taken. They understand traditional tourist things, but not these "crazy people". Thankfully our tour guides were not far from us and helped to explain we were just looking.

So we move on by ourselves or groups of two to wherever we feel guided. I found a place on a wall to sit where I grounded my light again and just felt high. It felt amazing to overlook the step pyramid. Meanwhile, all these people kept trying to sell me something it is too much so I learned quickly how to say no, thank you in Arabic. “La, shochkrun” spelling may be way off, but still close enough.

Then, we walked over to where camels were (climbing several steps) because there was an amazing view. I wanted a picture of the camel—just the camel. I heard one of my fellow travelers taking a picture and the man wanted “Bachsheit” (again Arabic spelling is not so great.) which is a tip. He did nothing, but wanted a tip for his camel having had its picture taken. Oy this trip may cost a little more than I expected.

We made our way back through the large “hallway” and Solara suggested that we stand where the statues may have been in between the columns see what we sensed. Did we feel like statues were there? She also instructed us to call light into this “time and space”. Walking down that "hallway", immediately I was guided to walk directly to one of them, not the one I thought I would have been guided to as on the way in I could feel energy all around me pulling me in different directions.

The space between the columns that I was guided to pulled me right in. I stood there and could definitely feel energy pull me in further as I stepped inside. Then, I stood there for a moment calling in the light with my eyes closed and hands out and open; the next thing I know...I opened my eyes and felt like I was plucked back into my body. Whew--what was that? Where did I go? It felt like it was just a couple of minutes, but as I stepped out of the space I didn't recognize a soul as it must have been a long time because no one I know from my group was around me, but there were a bunch of obnoxious tourists running through. Clearly the length of time was a lot longer.

We sure didn't have a traditional breakdown of what this place is, instead we had a beautiful spiritual experience, but I have to say that I look forward to going home and looking up the historical “thoughts” on this place as I am sure it is different than what we are experiencing spiritually.

I walk out to find my peeps in a circle waiting for us slackers (that would be me off in the universe somewhere) to listen to our guide talk about the place. As he talked, I was not listening at all as I was still trying to figure out where I went for that time in between the columns. Amazing...tonight we gather in circle, but since it is much colder than anyone anticipated (glad I was not the only one thinking that it would be warm) we are meeting on the green in a circle at 4:00 p.m.

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Ra'chel

Group Circle Meeting...

Tonight we gathered together as a group of 33 for the first time in a circle. This is the official beginning of the trip. I felt a little left out that so people knew each other because they had been on many journeys before with Solara En Ra. This was my first. We gathered together and each person said their name. It was amazing that as each person spoke, they gave their “3-D name” or their spiritual name which they received on other trips, and chose to offer whichever they wanted to be called. When it came to my turn, I gave my name as “Ra'chel”...it just came out of my mouth. By the way, you need to pronounce in the Hebrew way where you clear your throat before pronouncing “chel”. It was amazing. I thought in my head I am April, but my spirit took over and "I am Ra'chel" was what came out. Solara en Ra's guides confirmed that is what I was supposed to be called on this journey. So I was no longer April, but Ra'chel and that is what people began calling me. Phenomenal. We just finished and I am now off to sleep on for the journey tomorrow to Saqqara, the oldest pyramid in Egypt...it is a step pyramid. We have to meet in the lobby at 7 a.m. so good luck to me miss not so early to bed and jet lagged. See you tomorrow night.

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Link between Egyptian Spa and George Bush Sr. Who Knew?

So, Carole and I meet for lunch at the hotel restaurant and have an extremely delicious meal. Had my first mango ice cream for dessert....I even took a picture of the meal hopefully, I will be able to upload the picture.

I was impressed, but there was an odd little netting thing around my lime (took a picture of that too). By the way, this is "Egyptian Salad":

So we get to the Spa and there is no one there and here we have appointments. Then a young man about in his early 20's arrives smiles nicely at us and says “5 minutes”. He comes back with “Happy New Year Guy” from earlier who greets us with Happy New Year again. He tells us that he can't do two massages as he only has one person so the appointment would have to be back to back and we both realize timing wise that wouldn't work because we have to gather at 6 p.m. to begin our adventure by meeting in circle with everyone in this workshop/tour not sure what to call it yet. So, I said would take an hour of reflexology since I love it and that would be fine for me.

Now, we figure that out and we wait. We sit and we wait. Then the young man who cannot stop smiling at us incessantly motions for us to follow him upstairs. We go upstairs and Carol is brought to one room where a woman greets her and me? I am brought to an empty room where again I wait and wait. Finally, Happy New Year comes up and says, “Only Half Hour for Reflexology” I say I paid for one hour. He says, “You only need half hour, I know. It is only your feet it doesn't need an hour.” He says this to me in a very Arabic English accent as if he knows what is best for me. I try to input that I know what reflexology is and want the hour, but he insists half hour so I finally succumb and lay down on this table. He is the one that is doing the session, what is he jack of all trades? Or did he run out of people to work so he rolled up his sleeves to jump right in with a reflexology session? It was all a little weird I thought to myself as I lay there. I think to myself, “whatever as long as I can relax for the half hour.”

Well, do you think I did? Of course not, because Happy New Year wants to tell me a story. He asked if I was American and that was a mistake because he wanted to tell me a story about George Bush Sr. He apparently loves him. He met him several years ago when Bush was visiting Egypt and his back was hurting. The Secret Service called out to order a massage for the President. appy New Year was the man they sent to do a massage on the President(who at the that time was Bush, Sr.). Apparently, they got along well and Bush fell sound asleep snoring (a thing I wanted to be doing, but instead the universe wanted me to hear Happy New Year's story). So, here I was listening to how after the massage, Bush called in security and took a picture with Happy New Year. And a couple of days later, Happy New Year received a package hand delivered to him from the President: it was the picture that had been taken. To this day Happy New Year was proud and happy to know the American President. I on the other hand was half happy because as he talked he did work on my feet, but I just wanted to relax. I did finally relax because I kept closing my eyes half because I was really tired and half because I just didn't want to engage in conversation with Happy New Year.

Finally, it was finished and he said you can wait in the sauna for your friend...tempting since the sauna would be hot because did I mention? Giza in the desert of Egypt was cold during the day and only when the sun was out shining directly upon me was I comfortable. Instead, I found it odd that I could enter a Sauna--I was so tired that I thought it best to take a walk back to my room, which as before I mentioned was a maze and walked to the wrong building, but when I got there had time to grab a hold of my journal and went to get Carol who had a mediocre massage, but at least had the full hour—though from what she said not sure which was worse Happy New Year's reflexology or her massage.

By the way, I am now back in my room getting ready for our meeting, but while I waited for Carol's massage to end. I gathered from conversations (not that I understand Arabic, but I do understand energy and such); that my reflexology was cut short not because that is “all I needed” and that Happy New Year knew what was best for me as he had conveyed, but Happy New Year had to go home. Really????

Okay...going now...more later...
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