Visiting Luxor 2007.

2 September 2009.
This was the diary I kept while in Luxor again during September 07. This was a little different as it was Ramadan and September! Not a good combination. We also had my 19 year old daughter Hana with us. It was so hot that we spent most of the time in the pool of the apartment we had rented for the two weeks. Not something I usually do but unavoidable this time as it was just too hot to go out. If we were used to the heat it might not have been so bad but we weren’t. But the time was well spent writing and studying and getting to know Luxor and its people a little better.

24 September 2009.
We’ve been here a week and its been far too hot to do anything. We’ve gotten up at 5am on a couple of mornings to go to Luxor Temple and to Deir el Bahri, Hatshepsut’s mortuary temple, but the heat was still too much. That, coupled with the persistence of the vendors and ‘guides’, made for a very difficult and irritating time.
While we were at the temple we were approached by three ‘guides’ who wanted to show us things on the walls. Very frustrating when it happens all of the time.
It was far too hot to do anything so we went back to the apartment and had some breakfast. I studied a little more about Egypt and Alexandria. I was particularly interested in the time when Alexandria began to fall apart. The first three Ptolemy Kings seemed to be enlightened and made big, good changes to the city. After them the succeeding Ptolemy Kings were more ‘decadent’ and the city also became Coptic Christian and its ‘enlightenment’ began to dissipate. I could see that order, cleanliness, structure and productivity come from a few people who are ‘enlightened’ and possess the vision, and soul, to make things possible. However, when these people are gone, things start to fall apart.
Take El Gezira for example. It is on the West Bank of Luxor and is a sprawling, dusty, dirty village. There is one main road through the village which is lined with tiny shops, most of which are no bigger than a kiosk. Along one stretch there are more than 10 grocery shops, one bread shop, a couple of pharmacies, a couple of vegetable shops, a hardware store and a couple of tourist clothes shops.
Each grocery shop is tiny and each one has a cold drinks cabinet. Shelves line the walls and are stacked sparingly with basic foodstuffs, such as Rice, pasta, beans, water, packets of Egyptian food mixes and lots of Tuna. Eggs are small and white but very delicious. These shops remind me of my childhood in rural Ireland in the 60’s where, before the advent of large supermarkets, we bought everything in shops just like those! When we return to England and go into Tesco’s or Sainsbury’s we are overwhelmed by the amount of food on sale. Far too much choice! And most of it unnecessary luxury. We have changed our eating and shopping habits as a result of our trips to Luxor!!
There is a butcher’s shop on this road also where large sides of meat are hung in the open, covered with cream cloth, none of which looks edible. Too many flies!
Our apartment block is on the edge of the village, surrounded by farmland and with a beautiful view of the Mountain range wherein lies nestled the Valley of the Kings and Deir el Bahri.
At night, apart from the mosquitoes, we can hear crickets and frogs croaking and from a small, enclosed farmyard behind our block we can hear dogs barking, cocks crowing, geese honking and chickens cackling. The farmer keeps a colt in there too and only waters him once a day. All day long he is cooped up and one morning we awoke to a terrible racket. The colt had had enough and had gone ballistic, smashing down the door of his stable and kicking the rabbit hutches to smithereens. The place was a shambles. The poor horse was bored, hot and thirsty. Only once did we see the owner take him out, hose him down and give him a run, in circles! If that had been me in there I would have smashed the place up too!!
Altogether it was a noisy place but it made it more interesting as a result. It reminds me of Torremolinos, Spain in the 1970’s, where I grew up. Same dust, same heat, same men. The only difference was the religion, and of course the language! So in many ways Egypt feels very familiar.
The fields in front of us are filled with fave beans and sugar cane and beyond us, beneath the canopy of palm trees, lie small irrigated fields with the beginning of a new sugar cane crop. When I was 12 and living in Spain we used to et the base of the sugar cane stem after peeling off its outer cane. It was delicious. We would roam the fields and help ourselves. You can still do that here in Egypt but in Spain all those wonderful fields full of crops now lie beneath tourist housing and holiday rental apartments. Hopefully that won’t happen here in Egypt but it looks as though it might. And its not as if there is a lot of arable land in Egypt. If the land is used up in building for tourists and money what will the people eat?
Here in Egypt, when the farmers are irrigating their fields, which are separated by small banks of soil that create a checkerboard of small fields, Egrets, small and white, eat the frogs which come with the water. I remember watching the same scenes in Torremolinos! The water fills each small square field and then another is filled until they have all had their fill.
There is a tall palm tree right in front of our balcony which is filled with ripe dates. Sparrows and pigeons eat them to their content but only while the territorial hooded crows are away. When they are in residence they perch on a palm branch and ‘caw’ into the air proclaiming their territorial boundaries.
Alongside our apartment block is the main highway which can be very noisy as Egyptian drivers, worse than the Spanish, use their car horns to warn other drivers of their intention to overtake. You’re never taken by surprise by drivers as they also warn you of their coming.
Apart from vehicles the sugarcane laden carts, pulled by donkeys are a frequent sight. Sometimes the carts are loaded with gas bottles and it is unbelievable that one tiny donkey can pull such a weight. They struggle along in the heat, straining to pull their heavy load.

At the moment it is Ramadan and the people fast until sundown, Then they ‘break fast’. At that point, 5-7pm, all the shops are shut while people cook their evening meal. After 7pm the village comes alive again and people eat their meals on blankets in front of their shops. As you pass they all wave and invite you to share in their meal. Groups of women then venture out into the village. It’s a lot cooler now!
Across from one restaurant we ate in was a ‘death house’. This was a house where the men of a departed member of the family stay to pay their respects to, and mourn the departed. The house was open to be visited by all. Each family group have their own ‘death house’. The owner of the restaurant explained this to us but we’re not sure we understood exactly what he said as we have seen other funerals since!
But, from where we were sitting we could see into the house. It lay behind large, wooden entrance gates. Beyond the gates was a courtyard and beyond that a large room full of made beds which were covered in spotless white bedlinen. Occasionally a man would walk around with a sensor full of incense filling the place, inside and out with smoke to repel the mosquitoes. The restaurant owner said that women were not allowed in the death house and that the departed and attendant family could spend up to 15 days there.

There’s a nice breeze blowing at the moment which is a relief as it is 37 degrees C and far too hot to really go anywhere. So I spend my time by the pool, cooking and cleaning the kitchen and drinking copious amounts of tea without milk. The tea is not so strong here so it is lovely without milk. We bought loads of vegetables in the market yesterday so that I was able to make a proper meal. The food here is so fresh and delicious. So different from the food in England unless you grow your own! The kitchen can get damned hot though! I think of my poor mother who owns a restaurant in Torremolinos and who does a lot of the cooking. She must be roasted, God love her!!
Yesterday there was a slight breeze and it was stiflingly hot. We had a visit from three geckos which ran across the living-room and kitchen walls. Lovely creatures and they eat the mozzies. We also have live-in ants, tiny ones which have created a pathway to the sugar! There are also large black ants, pharaoh ants, which make an appearance in the evening. They walk around with their tails in the air, very pharaoh-like!! Not too sure about those. They creep in through the kitchen window which looks out onto the air shafts!

25 September 2007.
We ventured into town today, the East bank of the Nile, and discovered that the way to deal with the heat is to walk slowly and in the shade!! The river crossing is also cool and refreshing as there is always a cool wind blowing. Maybe we should just spend all day crossing back and forth on the river!!

27 September 2007.
We were supposed to be in Cairo yesterday but we got the day wrong believing it was today we were supposed to be going!! Oh well, we were obviously not meant to go. As it happened, Waleed, the guide which had been arranged for us had also forgotten so we would have been stuck at Cairo airport waiting for him and he wouldn’t have turned up anyway!!
Yesterday we ended up going on a camel ride which my daughter Hana really wanted to go on. Not really my thing, give me a horse any day!! But we thought we’d give it a try. We had booked for a one hour ride with a guy called Mahmoud, down by the river. He also owned a shop which sold the usual over-priced clothes. We should have known!! The ride took four hours, which we had to pay for and give the camel boys a tip at the end. It cost us nearly £50 by the time we were finished.
We were down at the camels by 6am. Four boys came with us, Asheraf on the donkey and one holding a camel each. It was hard work staying on. The boys initially brought one complaining camel to its knees and then I was able to mount. As the camel came to standing it lurched forwards, then backwards and we were standing! Christ. What a job! Even when we were on it felt like we would come off at any minute. The saddles, wooden frames covered in thick fabric, felt very precarious. What made things even worse was that my camel took every opportunity to eat!! Each Mimosa tree, every mango or banana tree, sugar cane in the fields could not be passed without a bite! I wondered if we each had the camel who reflected us as I like eating too!! Each time the camel’s head went to eat something the boy holding him would yank his head up and pound him under the neck, yelling at him. Seemed a bit harsh but the camel was intent on eating wherever the opportunity arose!

The boys took us through the village of Gezira, along all the back roads and farms and through another village. All the kids were on their way to school and all waved ‘hello’. I felt like such a tourist. Some older people were really not impressed and resented our intrusion, making it very obvious! I can completely understand how they feel. What is weird for me is that when I lived in Spain we used to take tourists out on horse rides around the back of Torremolinos, before they built the motorway! I can remember well the feeling of taking people who couldn’t ride out for a stroll in the hot summer sun. And here I was being the tourist!! Not a pleasant feeling at all.
Strolling through the village we arrived at the back of Medinet Habu temple. There was a café there who of course was related to either Asheraf or Mahmoud so we had to have a drink. I felt rather uncomfortable as it was Ramadan and the boys couldn’t drink so I opted out of having one. It didn’t seem fair really. Mind you, if I knew then what they were doing I would have had the damned drink!!

I found that the dismounting and mounting the camels was becoming quite painful as on the right side of my saddle the wooden crossbar stuck out too much and every time the camel was prodded to go down on his knees I lurched forward and my thigh hit this wood very hard. By the end of the day I ended up with 4 huge bruises. Why is it that every time I go for a ride on an animal in Egypt I end up hurting myself. The last time I had been riding a horse in Saqqara and the horse shied from another flighty one and I ended up with a huge bruise on the same leg and in the same place! What is that about??

After our ‘refreshments’ we were brought to a primary school and shown around all the classes. God almighty!! I think they did this because when asked what I did I told them I was a teacher. But he didn’t understand that I taught adults not children so obviously I had to be interested in their schools. We were brought around one primary school and it was very embarrassing. I felt like the queen mother, introduced to every class to see what they were learning. We were introduced to every teacher, some of whom were very friendly but others obviously resented the intrusion by ‘tourists’. It was uncomfortable to say the least. I could totally understand their reaction as I would have felt the same in their shoes! Needless to say the payment of baksheesh was necessary at the end!

Continuing on our way back we were brought through another part of the village and had tea in Asharaf’s house. We were all introduced to his family and shown around and then had tea. I felt so uncomfortable. I hate things like this. I like my privacy so I imagine that everyone else does too and I wouldn’t want complete strangers coming to my house for tea. Chris had walked from Medinet Habu as his hernia operation, which he had had a few weeks before we came, was giving him jip. It turned out to be long walk in the heat but he managed it.

The houses here can be somewhat of a surprise. From the outside they can look dilapidated and rough. But as you go through the hall, which is dirt floor, and upstairs to the first floor you enter the apartments and they are beautiful. These boys and men give the appearance of being very poor but many of them are quite wealthy, owning motor boats and camels, bikes and shops. Some of them have more money than we do!! The poor are really poor but are more invisible. But Egyptian men seem to be masters of manipulation making us feel terribly guilty about our ‘comfortable’ lifestyles whilst pretending to be dirt poor. But their manipulations are laced with resentment. What they don’t see is that many tourists have saved for years to come to Egypt and skimp and scrape for the money. The ones who manipulate the most are the ones with the most so their manipulations obviously work. Its such a game!

We finally arrived back in El Gezira. I was exhausted and hot. It had taken over 4 hours for which we were duly charged 125 Egyptian pounds per hour, plus the baksheesh for the boys! Won’t be doing that again!! Asheraf invited us to his house for dinner that night and we said that we would go but we were so shattered we opted out. He generosity was a ruse as he really only thought that he could make money out of us. Plus he wanted to marry my daughter!! Nothing is for nothing in Egypt!

The biggest problem I have here is that I can never tell when people are being nice or if everything is about always making money out of you. After our experiences with the camels I have turned a corner. I have decided that it is OK not to be too friendly. I can say no and risk offending them. They are out to boost their social standing and wealth by making money and bringing us to dinner but they no thought at all for our comfort or anything else. So long as they make us spend as much of our money in their shops and boats etc. then what we want does not enter the picture. I find this challenging as I have spent the past 15 years as a therapist and have come to understand and recognise human motivations and power games. I can see what people are ‘really’ up to and whether they are genuine or not, but here I am stumped! I realised that every culture has its own ‘games’ and in order to understand their behaviour and motivations then you have to experience and learn it. So we’re learning it. We’ve had some very challenging lessons to date but those came later!

27 September 2007 cont’d.
This morning we got up early and went to the Valley of the Kings. That was interesting. We went into KV15, 11 and 34. That is Seti the second, Ramoses the first and Tutmoses the third. We had done KV 11 and it was in good working order! As we walked down the corridor I was aware that all the hieroglyphs and images emitted an energy which filled the place, as though that were its intention. Chris was aware of the vortex which we had activated last time. Combined with the energy-work many other lightworkers do here it is functioning well.

Next we went into the tomb of Tutmoses the third and this one was very different. The art was different and it had two large square pillars. In order to pass into one chamber originally they would have had to cross a deep well of water. The theory is that it was to prevent robbers from gaining access to the kings treasures but it felt more cosmological as the first room, with the pillars, felt solar. It is as though the entire tomb is a symbolic journey to the other side. The well shaft seems to be more about crossing the waters on the sun barque. In the antechamber with the pillars I was instructed to walk a lemniscate pattern around them to activate the solar energy. I keep feeling that the underworld journey is more about an initiatory pathway which is mirrored on the physical plane, as represented by the pillars or that it is manifested on the physical plane through the underworld journey. Many people believe that the Book of the Dead is about the rituals of the dead but it is also the path of initiation of the living who go through multiple ‘deaths’ of the personality in order to serve the Light. It is less of a tomb and more of an initiation. Physical death being only one aspect of the test of soul development. Facing your own physical death means complete letting go, consciously. Soul survival cannot be tested by remaining in a physical body. It must be released into the ethers to continue its soul journey. It is just another part of the initiatory path. From life, to death, and back to life again. The pillared room is the room of the awakened spirit, alive to the sun and aware of the souls ability to be a living pillar of light. The lower level is the level of the underworld, the deeper levels of the soul. That part which we are aware of being but can never truly know until we pass through the door of death. The images painted on the walls tell us of this deeper meaning and the soul’s journey of initiation into the light of awareness. On one of the walls of the pillar there is a picture of Tutmoses with three of his wives and his daughter. The daughter is being suckled by his Mother Isis who is in the form of a tree. Why is the Goddess in the form of a tree? Has this something to do with the Tree of life. The central pillar of which is the Nile? Its interesting also that Tutmoses is shown only with women! Priestesses of Isis? Is the daughter being shown how to gain her nurturing from the Great Mother as all priestesses must learn? Are the three women his wives or are they the child’s teachers who have walked this before her? Or both?! Many years ago I received channelling about how important trees were to humanity but how we have lost that knowledge and connection. The ancient Egyptians were obviously fully aware of that then!

Continuing down into the bottom chamber we saw the sarcophagus. This lower level really did feel like the underworld. The sarcophagus was made of quartzite and the Goddess Nut was on the inner and outer sides of the Lid as though the king should be looking to the heavenly mother for the rest of eternity. He is surrounded by the Goddess. It would seem that his Aunt/Stepmother Hatshepsut had a greater influence on him that is believed. The energy of a column of light was still present here, anchored by the stone. After all this time it flows still.

In the tomb of Seti the second (KV 15) I finally lost my rag with a man who insisted on being my guide but would not take no for an answer. They try and show you something and then expect baksheesh for it. As I walked into the tomb the ticket guy insisted on showing me what I didn’t want to see. I said no in Arabic and said that I wasn’t interested but he kept on and on. I got so pissed off that I stopped walking so abruptly that he banged into my back! I turned to him and said ‘La, Khalas’, no that’s enough. He didn’t listen and kept saying ‘It’s not important’. So I said really loudly and angrily again ‘La KHALAS’. He looked taken aback and went back outside, sulking. He was still sulking when we came back out. What these men don’t realise is that we are not open wallets, contrary to what many Egyptians think. I understand that they are just trying to make money but continued hassling is not the right way to go about it. Why can’t they be educated to know how to deal with tourists/ They might be more successful if they did it a better way.

In the tomb itself we felt not a lot of anything. It also appears to be unfinished and the art is not painted or carved but it does give a good example of how they executed the wall carvings and art. There is a lovely painting of Isis and Nephthys in the entrance and some beautiful carvings. Perhaps Seti died sooner than expected?
On the way out the sulking man still sat on the wall. I nodded to him and said ‘Shokran’ Thankyou. He nodded sulkily back, feeling very sorry for himself.
Later on I received this channelling:
“The different levels represent the different phases of creation. The energies of those phases are represented by symbols which only the priests and scribes would understand. It was their job to ensure that the right energies were in place at every different tomb. Just as today there are many different types of healers dealing with different facets of creative/creation energy, so too were there priests and holy scribes who specialised in their levels and layers of creation energy.
There were lunar and solar priests/priestesses.
There was water and sky, light and life. The green growing things were the creation of Isis, the Great Queen of heaven and Osiris, her Lord, kept them fertile. Amun, the great god of the sun, insured the continuing success of all that lay beneath him. Geb, the Great Sky creator looked down from the Universe, pouring his light onto all the lands ensuring the survival and balance of the planet.
Study the old stories now and re-interpret them so that those who follow in your footsteps understand this sacred cosmology. There are seven layers, as you know. See which ones are in play then record your findings.
When you next return you will be ready to continue your work.
Adonai”.

Back to Luxor Temple.

20 August 2009.
This was our final day in Luxor in 2007. We had a plane to catch in the afternoon but I was told to go back up to Luxor temple to complete the work for this time. The channelling I received during this visit is posted on my channelling blog which you can find in my links on the right!
Some of the instructions I received from my guides are included here as to put them elsewhere would be to place them out of context.

11 February 2007. Luxor temple.
This mission is nearly accomplished. Just one more task to complete. Tomorrow, return to Luxor temple and anchor the silver flame in the shrine of Hatshepsut. This is the feminine flame which balances the gold flame at Dendera. When you return in September you will continue to anchor the Cosmic frequencies in Edfu, Philae, Esna and Elephantine. That is all.

(As it happened we didn’t go back in September but are going back in January 2010.)

Here were our instructions: Proceed as follows: enter the main gateway and proceed to where you anchored the Divine Balance. Once you have connected to this walk the energy down through the temple to the shrine and place the flame there. All of the energies you have collected today will become part of the Silver flame and your work will be complete. Then you can return home with a full heart and ready for the next step.
Adonai.

12 February 2007.
As instructed we walked into Luxor temple and made our way to the place of Divine Balance. This is where we anchored the Divine masculine and Feminine on the 6th February. (You will find it on the bottom of the page!)
When we were there we tuned in and I was aware of being given a small earthenware bowl which contained a tiny flame. We then walked with this down through the temple to the Shrine of Hatshepsut. As we walked I was aware that I was now wearing a white Egyptian priestess robe which billowed out behind me. Obviously no-one else is aware of any of this except for those who are working with me, just as I am aware when they are working. To everybody else I am just a tourist walking through the temple. No bells or whistles or drama! What I did find interesting though was the fact that none of the usual Egyptian men who try and be your tour guide actually approached us as they normally do. As we walked purposefully down the main aisle they glanced up at us and then returned to what they were doing. No hassle!! Myself and Chris were rather impressed!!
Still carrying the flame in the little bowl I placed it on the floor of the shrine and waited. It began to grow into a giant silver flame. The energies of Dendera swirled around the flame and joined it. The bowl became a giant pink lotus which was now holding this flame. I questioned what the symbolism of the lotus meant and was told that all the sacred lotuses held the same frequency information hidden behind the outer appearance. Everything means something!! Someone else might see the same information as a different symbol, it all depends on their psyche, and soul memories. Although, I have to say, that many times later doing this work with others we have all independently seen the lotus in this context. So maybe it is one of the more universal symbols. Not just for Egypt however as we have also done Lotus work in Ireland! It is symbolic of the Divine Feminine Love blossoming.
While watching the flame I called in the Lords of Light to bring fertility back to Egypt and to make it beautiful again, full of peace and prosperity, equality and Joy. These ‘prayers’ or petitions seem to just come into my head. I never know what I am about to say and if I don’t write it down immediately I forget it. It is a form of channelling but my soul is doing the work. After petitioning the Lords of Light I also found myself petitioning the Goddess “Oh Holy Goddess, hear my plea. Allow me to return to this land so that I may be of service once again. Allow my feet to walk the soil of Egypt and allow the energies to flow freely once more. This I ask you in the name of love.” I was given an Isis Mirror and a sistrum. Tools for future work!
Again, I think this goes back to former lifetimes when I worked in service to Egypt. Needless to say I have had pretty ordinary lifetimes here too. I wasn’t famous, put it that way!! And, as usual, when I am petitioning the powers that be I am doing it in my head. No-one else knows what we are doing unless they themselves do it too. That is always a joy to witness.
Earlier on in the day, while eating breakfast in the hotel a large Egyptian appeared (in spirit). He explained that this Egyptian grid was connected to the grid in Turkey, and that work would happen in the future.
That was our last work there for the timebeing. Our next trip out there we did with my daughter so we didn’t get to do it as intensively as this time. But we added to what we had done.

10/11th February 2007. Dendera and Karnak.

30 July 2009.

It took me two years before I felt ready to write this down. I'm really not sure why but there was huge resistance to it. Normally when I write things down it is immediately, or a few days after a working, that I record it but this took years. I wrote the important details in shorthand form so I wouldn't forget but then just left it. There seems to be a direct correlation between the time I do an energy working and the time it takes to write it down. It is as if the time lag is directly related to the anchoring of that particular energy and how long it takes for it to both clear old residual energies and begin to work with the new ones. I found the same thing with energy work I was doing in the south of England. I did some work in my garden but I didn't write it down for three weeks after completing it. It 'felt right' to do it that way. As though I had to hold the energy until it was ready to be utilised. As it happens, a landscape Temple I am working on in England is directly connected to Dendera and the Energies from Dendera were anchored on Beacon Hill, near Newbury. Perhaps if I wrote it down then the energies were somehow weakened. I don't know. But here it is anyway!!

Dendera. 10 Feb 2007
Before going on our trip down the Nile on a one day cruise I tuned in and these are the instructions we received:

"It is I, Charles. Today is the day. We ask that you centre yourself before enetering the temple proper. The energies here are temporarily shut down to allow you to anchor the highest frequencies possible. When you arrive at the designated place put your feet firmly on the ground. Place your attention on hte highest point you can, then proceed.

When this part of the process is compete, gather up the remaining energies in a bundle and place them in the vortex. This will then travel down with you, vis the thread, as you travel back up the river.

When you reach 'home' disconnect yourself from the web.

Then it will be complete. Remain in connection with me and I will guide you through it.

Adonai."

After a lovely cruise down-river, then a short bus ride to the temple we arrived at Dendera. It was beautiful. Usually we are taken around by a guide but we asked if we could go around by ourselves as didn’t have enough time to listen to his tour. I focussed on my merkaba and brought it up to speed, as instructed, then entered. We went first into the birthing chamber but felt nothing of importance. I took some photos and we continued. I did feel though that these rooms were more about initiation and the spiritual training of the new king. The wall carvings showed his progression through his initiations.
We continued exploring and made our way to the small Christian church which had been built later. Here there was a lovely energy and as we tuned in I heard ‘Allow the Mother to care for you’. Spoke for itself really.
Then we went into the main temple. The Hathor columns were amazing. The Goddess Nut was painted across the entire ceiling. I went further into the temple and stopped where I felt I needed to. I asked my guides to assist me. I saw a huge concave bowl and into this I anchored the gold flame. It was about 7 feet high. Then the Was-sceptre was placed into this vertically. This acted as an anchor. The top hook of the sceptre anchored the flame into the layer above and the ‘u-shaped’ bottom of the sceptre went deep into the earth, travelling through the crust and then the lava where it anchored itself. I have seen this before with the gold flame where the flame is anchored in this layer, as though the energy of fire and creation can be accessed. This is a Flame of Creation. Info from Wikipedia:

Was ("power") scepters represent the typhonic or Set-animal (the mascot of the Egyptian god Set). Was scepters were depicted as being carried by gods, pharaohs, and priests, as a symbol of power, and in later use, as a symbol of control over the force of chaos that Set represented. Was scepters often occur in paintings, drawings, and carvings of gods, and remnants of real Was scepters have been found constructed of faience or wood, where the head and forked tail of the Set-animal are visible.
The Was (ws) is also the Egyptian hieroglyphic character that stands for a word meaning power.

This is interesting as the flames of creation bring balance to the areas in which they are anchored.

When I had finished this I went into the side chapels and absorbed whatever energies needed to be absorbed. We didn’t get to see everything as there was very little time but I did get to go down into an underground chamber which was long and narrow and ran beneath the temple. I had to see it. There were carvings on all the walls and one which people have called ‘the light bulb’ but is really about an initiates’ energy field growing from the mud into the blossoming lotus of Divine awareness. The central 'serpent' being the kundlini of the initiate.

All the way up the river I had been aware of chakras at certain points along the river bed, each one connected by either a blue or gold line. I was shown Tutankhamen’s headdress and the short sceptre so, obviously, there was more to this symbol than met the eye!! On the way back I was aware of anchoring the lines all the way down. All of the Egyptian symbols, and many of the hieroglyphs, have energetic uses which we have forgotten how to use but the more I do work there the more I understand how this energy works and how their symbols were 'created' to work energetically with the earth and its energy fields. They eventually became empty symbols and their uses were forgotten!

It was dark by the time our boat arrived back. We enjoyed the boat trip and took lovely photos of Egyptians living the kind of life they have lived for centuries. But at one point, just as we were entering Luxor waters, we stopped for five minutes and just floated. Apparently we had to wait for police clearance. I felt my cord go down into the water and anchor itself into a lotus at the bottom. I wondered where we were as I felt a connection to Hatshepsut. As it turned out we were right on the line which connects Karnak Temple to her Temple and whatever I was anchoring was from Dendera. When I felt the connection finish we began to move again. I was amazed. We reached the hotel a few minutes later and as I left the boat one of my earrings felt out and into the water. I always seem to lose a piece a jewellery when working at this level. The same thing happened at Lyme Regis when I did my 7th level gateway. As I stood up to leave the pier where I was connecting to the vortex my iron age bracelet fell off and into the water. I wonder why it is always water? I used to throw crystals into the water in order to anchor an energy so perhaps it was something to do with that.

11th February 2007. Karnak Temple.

This place was huge so we only managed to see some of it. But we followed our guidance to do the work first! We were guided to go to the barque Shrine of Amun. There was a large green vortex just beyond the granite base where the barque would have gone. The vortex was just inside the main door. It seemed to be connected to Nut, the Cosmic Mother. I called in the forces of Light and all four elements. The vortex swirled around fast and this then activated the serpent line which I walked down to the Alabaster block. Beneath the alabaster block a red vortex was activated so that both the green and red vortices spun at the same freqeuncy. These two colours crop up frequently in England and are connected to the elemental realm. The red symbolises sacrifice, but not the sacrifice which is made from a sense of martydom. It is the sacrifice of the lesser for the greater. Not the same thing!! The green symbolises growth. Both of them together create the energy of sacrifice and growth then. Sometimes we have to sacrifice what we don't truly need in order to grow.

One of the things that happens when you do energy work of this nature is you can have a bad tummy. I thought that it was jsut the usual Egyptian tummy except that it only ever happened when we got home after a day's work I was questioning this and received the following:

"All physical matter is composed of different layers of energy. Some are crystalline, some are purely energetic and some are solid matter. In this way all of life fits into the overall picture of interconnected layers of working energy. In your terms physical matter is separated by thin membrances of light. These membranes allow for a 'mixing' and blending of both solid and energetic matter. The combination of these elements allows each aspect of creation to function according to its own blueprint.

When working with Divine and Cosmic energies within hte Earth realm you are embodying the ideals of your elemental self. The self which requires your co-operation in order to function correctly. In this way your life, and all of its manifestations, is assured and all will be in balance. If, however, the elements are not kept clear through energetic work then blockages occur. This is what you experience when you work with a site which has not been maintained for centuries. In clearing these centres you become energetically 'One' with them and the clearing of the centres also means the clearing of your own. For this reason your body responds with a physical purging and in the same way the centre will do likewise, but in a greater way. This can be debilitating for a while but know this: when you experience such cleansing know that the cleansings and activations you have achieved have been successful.

So rejoice in your purging.

We wish you well.

Adonai."

Great!!!

Medinet Habu.

Today we went to Medinet Habu, mortuary temple of Ramoses III. Its original Egyptian name is Djamet which means ‘males and mothers’. It was believed that ‘the four pairs of first primeval gods,’ the Ogdoad (www.touregypt.net), were buried here.

They are Nu + Nuanet and they represent the primeval waters.
Heh – Hauket represent boundlessness.
Kek – Kauket represent darkness.
Amun – Amaunet represents air.

Each male had to have a female counterpart to bring balance. The number four represents completeness and totality.
They were originally part of the Hermopolis creation myth.

As much as it was very beautiful I felt very little energy there. The only layer I could really feel was that of Ramoses and his ego! Showing himself off to be a great hero. The only energy I felt were connected to the feminine: the chapel of Hatshepsut, which I didn’t realise would be there, and across from it the memorial chapel of the Divine Adoratrices of Amun. For a little baksheesh the guard showed us into the part that was blocked off, the usual procedure! When he had disappeared we did some activations. Emerald energy came in and flooded the chapel. I held that until it changed and then saw a gold cord being pulled down from above and anchored deep into the ground, into the blue ‘river’.
There was nothing else to do here. Short and sweet.
After our visit to Medinet Habu which means ‘City of Habu’ we went to Tawadros monastery. It was lovely. It was built of cob with limestone blocks for foundations. The blocks were from the temple and had hieroglyphs on them. A couple of days ago I kept being told ‘Mahmoud’. I heard the name a number of times after that. It turned out to be more significant than we realised but it would take the next trip over for it to become clear.
The monastery itself was gorgeous and the little nun there gave us each a hand-made beeswax candle so we could light it.
After lighting the candles we wandered around and I took some photos. The light in here was magical. I looked at the five chapels which reminded me of Abydos temple and then I remembered the guard’s words ‘1,2,3,4,5 flash’.
The five chapels were each dedicated to a saint. St. George and St. Michael were at the bottom ends, no’s 1 and 5. St. Tawadros was in the centre and the two others were dedicated to another two saints. There was a candle place for lighting candles to Mary. So instead of chapels dedicated to the gods they were dedicated to saints.

When I was finished I tuned in. All the colours of the rainbow began to initially flow in singly then as a complete rainbow. It felt like it was bringing wholeness. Later work at a Cistercian Abbey in Wales, Strata Florida, explained some of this to me. (http://www.gaiamethod.blogspot.com/)

When we were finished we bought some crosses which are made by the nuns there and then we went off to the Mortuary temple of Seti I. It was not the same as Abydos. An earthquake had damaged quite a lot of it. There was a sacred well though which was originally connected to the Nile. It felt like a ‘cleansing’ place.
The activation here was different. I stood right at the top where the sacred barque is prepared and looked down along the straight entrance. I began to feel the Osiris energy moving into me and I energetically created a clear pathway of green energy all along the aisle, connecting it to the Nile, where it was once connected. It was like parting tall rushes to create a clear channel.
And that was all I had to do there.
We returned to the hotel, had some lunch then went back up to Karnak temple. We wandered around, picking up bits of pot, had a chat with a reluctant French archaeologist who didn’t want to offer any information about the dig until I told him I had done archaeology at Winchester University. Then he chatted!!
We found the temple of Sekhmet and Ptah and the guards showed us around. More baksheesh!! Although this was well worth it! There was a beautiful statue of Sekhmet which the guard did a ‘good luck’ thing with. He touched her face then touched my third eye, three times. I don’t know what happened there but I felt such an inrush of energy afterwards that it blew me away!
After been shown some other bits by the guard we went to the temple where the sacred barque is prepared (sound familiar?) and where I first anchored the emerald ray and activated the vortex. We went right in and I focussed on the Venus grid, powering it up. When it was ready it suddenly shot down into the ground, flowing for a full 5 mins. It connected all the sites where we anchored rays and frequencies so that each site was a point on the grid. Other energies then flooded it, like blue water and I finally heard “Daughter of Light, your work here is now complete and is successful.”
So that was that, done and dusted. I saw the gold energy line running through the city. All that is required now is the anchoring of the blue line along the Nile, which is tomorrow.

Abydos. February 2007.

Today we went to Abydos and it was amazing! We left at 7.30 am and it took over 3 hours to get there. Rafed, our guide, and us were the only three on this trip which was brilliant. We went in a police-escorted convoy. There were men with machine guns everywhere. Eventually you get used to it and don’t even notice but the first time it is rather interesting.
When we eventually reached Abydos the place was amazing. They sold Omm Seti books on stalls there too. I felt a very strong heart connection here.
When we got inside and Rafed began to explain the artwork I thought I was going to burst into tears. On my way in to the temple my guides had me to ‘dig deep’ and I remembered a vision I had had months previously. In this vision I had been handed a shovel and told to dig just outside a temple. I dug until I found a gold chest. When I opened this chest up I found it to be full of scrolls. I gathered them up and carried with me into an Egyptian convent of sorts, full of women who had gone their for sanctuary and solitude. I had my own room here as did the other women. We all understood why we each were there and we respected each other’s privacy and solitude. If we wished to have company we could speak to each other but we didn’t have to. It felt like a retreat of some sort. Then a voice said to me ‘When you are ready you may leave’. I saw myself then, some time later, walking out of the temple retreat carrying the scrolls in my bag, ready to share them with the world.
So here was where I should dig! Although subsequent visits have shown me that I am digging in a number of places in Egypt. It will take some time!!
Inside the temple the work was incredible. Seti 1 had obviously been true initiate. He created 7 rooms, each with a false gateway and had dedicated each one to a god or a goddess: Horus, Hathor, Osiris, Min, Ptah and Sekhmet. The energy in each of the rooms was tangible and when we had the opportunity to go by ourselves it was lovely. There were beautiful carvings of Seti sitting on Isis’s lap, being breast fed by her. The feelings of love and devotion were wonderful and his intention was clear. He was a humble, devoted priest king. It nearly made me cry just connecting to it.
Rafed also showed us the Osirion where the names of the earliest pharaohs are recorded. This was much deeper that the temple and each dead pharaoh was transported there before being shipped back to the valley of the kings. It reminded me of the labyrinth at Knossos but I’m not sure why. Perhaps it was originally used in initiation rites? It certainly felt very sacred here.
At that point Rafed left us up to our own devices and we went back into the seven rooms. We had to acknowledge each of the gates and wait in the centre of the room until whatever it was we were doing was done. It felt as though we were energetically absorbing the energy of each room, each god or goddess. This ‘absorbing’ was about the qualities and knowledge of each energy and what it meant. It was as though through absorbing them I was making them part of my psyche.
In the room honouring Osiris it was wonderful. It felt like a cathedral and was filled with columns. I became aware of seven points along the aisle which I visualised as crystals. I walked through them, stopping at each point and picking up the energy information held by each one. I had originally been given information by my guides about these crystal energies but I though they would be at Dendera. I was surprised that they were here but I walked them anyway.
We managed to finish the last one just before we were supposed to return to where Rafed had agreed to meet us. One point of interest though: one of the men who usually frequent the temples trying to act as guides for everyone in return for baksheesh started to follow us around saying that we could use our camera flashes. They don’t normally allow the use of flashes because they apparently damage the artwork.
“1,2,3,4,5 flash” he kept repeating. For some reason his counting stayed in my head and I noticed that the first five chapels were ornate and large and had a carved gateway at the end of each room. The 6th and 7th, however, did not and were both part of a joined room at the end rather than part of the main columned hall. The energy of the sixth room had given me a huge rush of energy and all my hairs had stood on end. In one of the three chapels off the Osiris chapel there were five shrines on each side, opposite each other and this too felt significant although I don’t know why.
We drove back and I felt more energised than I have all trip. This was the best place so far.
On our drive back we had a personal police escort to take us to Luxor which was an experience as everyone had to move out of the way for us. I’ll just bet they loved that! I could just imagine what they were thinking…

The Art of Ahkenaten.

I was busy writing to my Earth healing site (see links) when I began to feel a burning urge to write about recent understandings of the Art of Amarna.
I recognise that feeling so here I am. The reason for this is a book I am reading called "Tutankhamun, The Exodus Conspiracy" by Andrew Collins & Chris Ogilvie-Herald. Now I'm not generally into conspiracy theories but this subject is close to my heart. I've only just begun reading it but I have finally understood more of what Akhenaton was trying to achieve. There is so much gumf written about him and what his artistic style represents and, as usual, they completely miss the point. People interpret this stuff so literally forgetting about 'symbolism'. Has Jung had absolutely no impact on the academic world?
In order to understand the Amarna art you have to open your mind up to certain spiritual concepts. Many healers are working with this level of information now so surely its not all that hard.
I have been working with the Akhenaten energy for some time now. It comes and goes, typically part of the spiritual learning path! It hasn't been around for a couple of years but now its back, on a different level. The authors reflect on Akhenaten's view of the aten:
"According to the inscriptions left to us this was an omnipotent, BISEXUAL FORCE symbolised by the light and heat of the sun's rays. In art is was depicted as a sun-disc, encircled by the uraeus-snake-a symbol of sovereignty, from which emanated rays of light that ended in hands, some of which offered ankhs, the Egyptian cross of life".
Later on, trying to interpret other people's views on why Akhenaten chose to portray himself as an aphroditic image and how this might have meant that he suffered from a disease they end one sentence with;
"Explaining perhaps Akhenaten's BISEXUAL physiognomy in Amarna art". Now Akhenaten's name means the glorified spirit (akh)of the Aten, meaning that he embodied the male solar energy, the energy of male creation. If the Aten was a bisexual force, which it is (everything contains both masculine and feminine), and Akhenaten embodied that force then it seems pretty obvious to me that he would portray himself as BOTH energies, the male and female. The whole point of his work was Balance. Serpents represent creative force, both masculine and feminine, and have been used all over the world by priests and initiates, in world service.
In my view Akhenaten was trying to bring that awareness into the lives of the Egyptians. They were held in thrall by the priests of Egypt and, much like Christianity over the years, had become corrupt and greedy. If you wanted to go to heaven, or the afterlife, you had to do what the priests said, which included giving your money and living in fear of going to hell(or the equivilent) if you didn't. People lived in fear of their gods and Ahkenaten knew the truth. He followed his guidance when told to build the city where he did. He tried to create a community of people dedicated to healing the consciousness of the people and to freeing them from the slavery of religious belief.
Now, there is nothing unusual in this. It happens periodically. Whenever change needs to happen here on earth some souls choose to incarnate in order to plant seeds for the future, in terms of belief systems, or to change things in ways that are on ground level, such as politically. It happens all the time. Souls that specialise in spiritual change come in because spiritual belief systems are crippling people instead of allowing them to grow. Spiritual beliefs need to be opened up again and balance once again established. Akhenaten, his family and many of his followers were part of that particular change. Just as now we are going through a time of spiritual and global change, a rebalancing.
The earth work that I do uses many of the same symbols and energies as those used by Akhenaten. They were not invented by him but known by his ancestors. They were a part of older energy systems designed to keep the energies of the earth in balance, and thereby influence human thinking. He was guided to build Aketaten on a site which had a strong serpent/earth energy and which had not been used by previous builders. Again, this happens all the time when you work with earth energies. As an example, look at the history of the Findhorn community. Eileen Caddy, the founder, was guided and taught by her guides/God and she was instructed, every step of the way, to build the community and where. Years later, they discovered that main energy lines run beneath the place they built upon and this is why she had to build here. When you are strongly guided, even if you don't know why you are being asked to do something, you still do it because you know it is necessary!
Akhenaten kne w what he was doing! He followed his guidance and carried out his mission, nearly! Some people were unable to do the work necessary to be able to bring it to its conclusion. If something is to work it needs everybody's input.
The Amarna art is a physical representation of the teachings. The balance of male and female, energetically and physically, is shown in the paintings. The women were just as important as the men, each has their role. Serpent energy, that power within the Sun and the Earth, was part of their spiritual development. They knew, that in order to affect change that they had to represent the forces of creation. And what was the greatest force of all? Divine Love, an open heart, compassion. They tried to show this in their art. The family, the love within it, made them human. They were spiritual human beings, not set apart from their people but part of them. Look at the life of Jesus, he was human. He knew what he had to do and he did it. Another spiritual changer.
In Aketaten they would have had to be trained in working with the serpents. This takes years of self development and dedication, as it is a challenging path. This is work that the ancient people of all cultures knew and still know. The ancient priests and priestess of the British isles, the Aborigines, the native Americans etc. It is the knowledge which built Stonehenge and Avebury. Each culture would have had its own language with which to express their knowledge and each had its mysteries which only initiates knew. But even initiates only knew their level of knowledge. I believe that the work done by Akhenaten and his followers was the same. It may have had its own language but the basic concepts of the work would have been understood by all initiates.
His work is the same as that done by many of us at present, which is why it is recognised. Studying his art can tell us much about what he was trying to achieve. I hope we can get it!!

Egyptian Earthwork Journal.

6th February 2007. Luxor.

This was our first channelling for the trip. The first of a week's worth of instruction!

"Two tombs hold the most energy and these two then need to be prepared to hold the frequencies which will be inserted later. Your work then will be complete. Tomorrow follow our instructions."
After an interesting first day in Luxor we went to the temple. I don’t feel confident being in a country where I can’t speak the language! We were constantly being accosted by men wanting to sell us something, either a carriage or a felucca ride. I’ll have to learn the Arabic for no!
Luxor temple was a strange experience. Visually it was interesting but energetically it was devoid of anything! I was ‘told’ (by the spirit guides I work with) that the Goddess energy was absent. We walked right to end of the temple and there, beyond the Romanised inner sanctum, the Holy of Holies, was a vestige of energy! I tuned in and felt my energetic umbilical cord connecting to the centre of it. I then heard Akhenaton’s voice and I began to invoke the God energy and that of the Goddess. I asked them to take up residence of the temple once again. It became very apparent then what Akhenaton was trying to achieve back then. The over-riding energy of the entire place was that the temple was like the Vatican of today; dedicated to religious power, wealth and self-aggrandisement. Any religious ceremonies were carried out with eh intention of boosting their own power and status. Akhenaton reinstated the dual energies of the God and the Goddess there but it died again with no-one to keep it active.
While I was invoking the dual energies I also heard myself asking for their forgiveness and mercy and asked that the God and the Goddess give their energy to the place and they be joined in holy union.
This energy then came in as an emerald ray for the God and the Ruby ray for the Goddess. They also appeared as Anubis/Emerald and Isis/Ruby and stood facing the avenue of the sphinxes. Large as life and alive!
As we walked back we were aware that we were walking the two rays down the avenue and we will connect them in Karnak tomorrow.
Later that evening I received more information:

"Our two Mothers, Nut and hathor were accorded special significance. Nut, as Mother of Heaven, gave spiritual and Divine Guidance to all who travelled to her realms. Hathor, on the other hand, gave physical nurturance, thereby assisting the physical body to integrate the Divine inspiration sent from Nut. Nut was the cosmic Mother, the Heavenly Queen, just as Mary is today. Hathor plays the role of Brigit, the cow goddess in the British isles, Mother of all. "
8th February 2007.
This morning we were up at 5am to go to the Valley of the Kings, Valley of the Queens, Queen Hatshepsut’s mortuary temple and the Artisan’s village. Energetically it was ‘busy’ and on the other levels ‘fast’. We whipped through the sites with barely enough time to work.
Our first visit was to the Valley of the Kings. We visited tombs and the energy of the third one we visited was lovely. It appears that they all built their tombs on power points. The mountain beneath which they are built looks like a natural pyramid and the whole of the Theban hills are dedicated to the Goddess!
The first tomb was that of Ramoses the 4th and his sarcophagus is still there. He’s not in it however!! The art on the walls was beautiful. We could still feel an energy there on the burial site. Initially the Magenta ray poured in and created a whirlwind of Magdalene rose energy around the entire chamber. There was a diamond at the point of the vortex which held it in place. Then blue/sapphire energy came in and flooded the place with peace.
The second tomb belonged to Ramoses the 9th. There we anchored the Emerald ray and the Forces of creation. By the time we had finished a fountain of energy was flowing and the Solar disc was sitting on top of it. This filled the space with the joy of creation.
The third tomb, that of Ramoses the 3rd, was infused with he beautiful soft pink of Mother’s love, delicate and feminine. I was aware throughout, of each point on the grid which my guides told me about. This grid lies beneath the whole of Luxor and joins the energies of each temple within it creating a ‘Temple of Light’.
The last tomb belonged to Tutankhamen. It was tiny and unimpressive yet cost the most to get into. His burial felt like a rushed job, but no real care went into it. They were glad to forget about him. However, I did no energy work there as there was no ‘point’. The only thing that did happen was that my energy field began to buzz and fill with golden light. I felt myself ‘taking back’ my authority and ‘right to be’. I have had this experience before with people I was involved with from this period. People I gave my energy to but who did not honour it. I reabsorbed that energy too in the form of golden light. Oddly enough it only seems to happen with people who were alive during the Amarna period. Perhaps it is that particular frequency?!
The next stop was the temple of Hatshepsut. Our tour guide talked a lot, calling us ‘Habibi’ or ‘sweetheart’. Just a little patronising!! I desperately wanted to go into the temple but had to wait until he had finished. We might miss some valuable information. When we finally got to go in we went to the Hathor temple to the left side (as you’re facing it) of the main complex. There were some beautiful carved images of the Goddess Hathor on the pillars and reliefs on the wall. Images of the Pharaoh drinking milk from the udders of the cow, Hathor in her earthly guise, covered the wall. Hathor feeds everyone! Even the pharaoh needs the Mother!
I tuned in to the energy there and gold began to flood in. It continued to pour in and then pearls began to flow in with it. They fell into a pink lotus beneath the temple, the stem of which connected to the grid beneath the Egyptian earth.
When this was complete we went to the other side of the temple to the Anubis chapel. Nothing happened until we stood outside it and then it was filled with Emerald. I thought that that was all we had to do but we were chatting with a young couple and the guy mentioned the 3rd level and how amazing it was so I ‘paid attention’. We went straight up! As we walked in through the corridor and into the inner courtyard I heard loudly ‘Anchor it here’. I didn’t know what I was supposed to anchor so I just stood in the middle of the temple, in front of the inner sanctum, and waited for instructions. I was told to anchor the purple icosahedron so I allowed this energy shape to come in through my energy field and into the earth plane level. It didn’t feel quite finished so I waited again. It didn’t feel as though the icosahedron was stable enough so a large golden bowl of water, about 5 feet in diameter, was placed beneath it so that the icosahedron was able to float in the fluid. It was ‘held’ in a magnetic forcefield. These icosahedrons also act as ‘star-gates’ and the temple which is on three levels represents the upper world, the middle world/earth and the underworld. The icosahedron represents the element of water so it being held in water was appropriate. The icosahedrons are also active on the 6th level of the earth’s energy field and this level is about the energy which flows through the waterways and seas of the planet. Not sure what it was doing here in the middle of the desert but I know that Hatshepsut had a canal which ran from the Nile here so she knew what she was doing!
Experiencing the temple it felt like the Hathor temple was the female/light and the Anubis was the male/dark and each kept the temple in balance as though each aspect of the human psyche was maintained. The tour guide originally said that Hatshepsut had built her temple in the ‘heart’ of the mountain and that it’s ‘wings’, the mountain curving around it, gave her the protection of Isis.
We went to the Artisan’s village but there were no energy present. Next stop was the valley of the Queens. These were tiny and completely devoid of energy. They felt so unimportant compared to the all-important Kings who were buried on vortex points. No wonder Akhenaton made Nefertiti his equal! This belief system, where men are more important than women, has been around for a log, long time. The Goddess has been absent for far too long.
Going to sleep that night I began to receive understanding about Tutankhamen. It felt so sad that he had been used by Ay et al. It felt so sad that his life had been for nothing. He was too young and too gullible and was easily convinced to reinstate the old priesthoods of Amun. How could he not when he had witnessed his whole families demise at the hands of the priesthood. They had to keep him in power, they needed at least one royal prince to make the succession possible. They could not just kill them all as they were still ‘solar beings’, the God in human form. They needed him to be the bridge. He was the youngest therefore the most easily scared and impressed. Ankhesenemun was just a foolish young girl who believed what she was told but she too provided the pharaonic succession which was necessary for Ay. Then, when they murdered Tutankhamen, she was the bridge and the takeover was nearly complete. They had both been pawns in an unpleasant game of power. Sad really. I felt very sad for them and realised that they had very little choice in the matter. Ay was a weak man, self-serving and greedy, unable to maintain the vision. He couldn’t let go of the old ways.
Falling asleep I had a vision of a river of gold light running beneath the city of Luxor. Then I was told to put in the blue line so that it ran alongside it. What was this, the Nile? Have to wait and see…….

The following morning I received this channeling:

"Yesterday you saw how all the connection points a) held different frequencies and b) were connected via a web of light.

The purpose is twofold. On the one hand each place where a connection is formed creates an energetic resonance of those qualities anchored. This reverberates through-out the surrounding landscape, influencing receptive souls and feeding them with new thoughts and desires for peace, love and forgiveness. On the other hand each frequency is part of a greater whole which resounds through-out the cosmos, creating an even greater resonance, which collectively influences the entire area and all sites connected to the web.

For this reason your work here is needed. It creates a synergistic whole and recreates the ancient energies in a way which is acccessible to the modern world. In order to complete this journey you must now travel back in time to when the Ancient Ones planted their seeds so that you may learn their secrets.

This is of the utmost importance as what you do here will connect Earth and heaven in the way that the ancestors knew and understood. This then allows the 'old' seeds to finally blossom and peace will reign once again.

That is all. Adonai and enjoy your journey."