Sacred Sites

The Land of Egypt…..From the 8th Key, Pages 83-85

Back in September of 1988 I had my first private dialogue with GuruDev. In it she told me many things, some of which were hard for my analytical mind to accept. One of the things she told me was quite prophetic. “Very soon you will journey to the land of Egypt and there you will embrace your fear of the Romans,” she said. “There you will remember what they did to you.” *

Archeology had captured my interest in my early teens, especially Egypt, as the land and her mysteries fascinated me. I had always dreamed of visiting Egypt, though I hardly believed it possible at that point in my life and soon seemed pretty unlikely.

Nonetheless, five months later, in February of 1989 I found myself traveling with forty other people and GuruDev through the ancient land of the Pharaohs.

The first few days were spent in Cairo and Giza touring Memphis, Saqqarah, and spending time at the Great Pyramid and the Sphinx. On the fourth day we boarded a train in Cairo for an overnight trip to Aswan where we would board a ship and cruise the Nile to visit the many temple sites along the great river. My roommate Radah Sheah and I settled into our little sleeping compartment and like children marveled at the train’s facilities. We were having a glorious time and eagerly awaited the next step in our journey. Every hour that passed meant we were getting closer and closer to our next destination.

We awoke the following morning and after breakfast began organizing our things to disembark the train. I noticed I was feeling a little agitated for some reason but at first didn’t pay much attention. The closer the train came to Aswan the more emotionally unsettled I became. I began pacing, wringing my hands and feeling like a caged animal. Radah Sheah asked me what was wrong and I had no answer for her. There was no reason for me to be this upset. We were simply continuing another leg of our trip. Nearer and nearer we came to Aswan. My heart was pounding out of my chest and with the train station in site, I began to cry. Radah Sheah was at a loss as to how she might help me. She recognized the signs of past-life memories surfacing in me and tried to assist me as best she could.

My whole body now visibly shaking, I told her, “I’ve got to get off this train. I don’t know what’s going on, but something is happening inside of me and I don’t know what it is.” I asked her to get my bags is she could and tried to make my way to the nearest exit. A few of my other friends had noticed my behavior, and watching me followed in close pursuit. No sooner had I stepped down from the train and touched upon the ground, my knees buckled and my legs went out from under me. Fortunately, they were there to catch me. I began sobbing uncontrollably as they supported me by my arms and called a couple of other people over to help. I couldn’t stand on my legs. My head rolling from side to side, I couldn’t see to walk.

The Egyptian people in the train station must have looked oddly upon what was occurring. I’m certain they must have thought me quite deranged. My friends literally dragged my by the arms weeping and howling through that train station. Once on the other side of the station, I was orally given drops of the Bach Flower Remedy “Rescue Remedy” and I began to calm down.

On board the bus that would take us to our cruise ship people curiously asked what had happened to me. Arriving in Aswan had been the trigger, and something had erupted deep within me. The emotions I felt were so overwhelming I lost all physical control of my body. In the moment, I didn’t fully understand what had occurred. I knew only that my soul had remembered something ancient, and what I had experienced as a result was big.

You may be wondering, what did I remember? Later that day, with the assistance from on of our group, I recalled a lifetime as a young man in Aswan. I was a loner, keeping mostly to myself, and I would walk through the markets and mosques listening to teachers, prophets and zealots, seeking Truth. There was one man in particular whose views and words would incense the people. I would listen to him, and felt agreement with what he was saying. I discovered he was go-ing to be arrested by soldiers and went to warn him that for his safety he needed to leave. As I did, an angry crowd appeared with soldiers not far behind. Sacrificing my life for his, I threw myself into the mob as he ran. Fists rained down upon me. I was badly beaten and slowly, I was torn limb from limb.

The closer we came to Aswan, the place where this horrible death had occurred, my soul began to remember and the pain and emotions of that memory surfaced. It wasn’t until months later that I recalled the prophetic words GuruDev had spoken to me before I ever knew I would be on that trip. There you will remember what they did to you.