So Much Egypt, So Little Time…An Incomplete Summary

Visit upon visit
Each Temple a Holy Place
Each Holy Place, the Earth

We stood on ley lines
          Now shifted due to people's energies
Power Spots
          That literally radiated energy
          Out of our finger tips
                    Where we stood
                    (we know this, we measured it, seriously - we had equipment)

A Shrine
A Holy Place
A Powerful Space
          That reduced me to tears
          Before we entered
          To stand before her Sacredness
I sobbed
Uncontrollably, actually
          I don't know what came over me
Or rather, that anything was in me ready to come through me and out
But the trip was to be about Healing
Afterall
This was to be expected

The Temple of Edfu
Brought Pain
Mixed Energies
I disliked this place
The mixed energy here did its job, brought up pain for release
I cried before the temple
I cried during the carriage ride there when an emaciated horse barely able to pull
          Took us to this foreboding place
This was the Healing
The Horses
I cried in the Temple
I realized that in many lifetimes, I had been ignorant, a user of animals, an abuser
This was my Pain, this was my Healing…it was my Karma
                                                                   And the Hurt was Profound
It came up again when I saw our carriage waiting to take us back to our stead
I went to my room
Took a hot shower
          Hoping to clear out my energy field of the pain
          This is where I released the most
          Sobbing on the shower floor
          Begging Forgiveness
                    As I did a Karmic Clearing on myself
This Healing would remain with me the rest of the day
A Shadow that lingered
Yet an experience that had opened a door
For what lay next

The Great Pyramid of Giza
Was not what they say it is
At least not to me
I found mixed energies in the King's Chamber
          I couldn't bring myself to smile for the camera
          No, this was not a Tomb
          Perhaps a place of ritual, or sacrifice
          Yes, perhaps
The Queen's chamber brought relief
The scientific panels inside were measuring…something
The Great Pyramid generates Heat you know
And no one's been able to figure out how, or why
We sat and journaled here
Looking up at the Ceiling
It felt like a window to another Galaxy, Another Planet
Another Home
          Staring up at the apex, I cried and cried
          I journaled and scrawled and cried some more
The words that came were, 'What is my purpose Here, when my People -You -are there?
          Over and over the words swayed in my head
          A mantra born of longing
Then the Angel Gabriel said, 'We are One'... I forgot I had invited the Angels
I continued to cry and write, 'They are a Tribe, my People, My Home,
                                               Builders of the Earth.  God Ordained it.
                                               The Angels Knew it too.'
I felt a deep sadness
My longing to be there, directly above in the Sky
Was now made clear, the depth of it shook me
          At this moment a great truth came undone
My main reason for being there
Was to climb the highest point in that place
So They can see me…so I can be seen by them…Again…had they forgotten me?
I cried through this realization (Yes, there were a lot of tears)
We moved on...
          The Well
Was the last chamber
It was a steep descent, small, incubating
The makeshift steps ended and so began a crawl
Out, finally, into a large open space
Where I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath
The open space was serene
Calming
Holy
Intentional
A place of Offering
A place of Birth
          The words and images streamed easily here

The hike back up was gruelling
It was an achievement just to get out
The narrow passage gave way to the Exit
And it was Night
Two stray dogs played in the nearly black desert
           It was beautiful

The Nile is a calm river
There is magic in this place
          Especially at night when the Stars are out and you are open to their Mystery
Gliding through the warm air, sitting on the top deck of a small boat
Feeling the Nile's Peace, its hidden power
                                             Its Heartbeat

I have yet to integrate all the Blessings, Teachings and Healings
It will take time
The more I empty, the more I will remember
          I won't be the only one it affects
I'm waiting
Watching
Wondering
          'What will happen next?'


I remain, ever humbled by Life, its Glory and Beauty,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

Ocean Hawk and The Rain

We had walked
Three revolutions around the Sun
Ocean Hawk and me

Finally, we had walked once again
To meet with Spirit
At the Festival of Spirit
          In town

Healers came
          They Healed with Food
          Others with their hands
          And still
                    Others with their Words
                              Such was this day

Ocean Hawk and I walked in to the Festival
Many were talking
Smiling
Laughing
          There was Joy
          And perhaps even the guardians of Heaven joined us

We had met some friends, some waiting, some just arriving

At some point in the day
Ocean Hawk had made her way inside the tent
To see the sights
Speak to the people
And obtain some nourishment of Spirit
          If she could

          She did

I had gone in search of her
Through the vendors
Through the sea of a people with a common unity in heart
          There she was, as she has always been
          Beautiful
     
Ocean Hawk had been speaking with a woman
A Centaur like me
Who had advised her not to hide her soul, nor the ink on her sleeves

When Ocean turned to me she said, 'I'm Free'
          There were tears in her eyes
          I caressed her cheek
Something profound had just happened
Ocean Hawk could not speak
          All she could do, was Feel

I knew it then
Something had transformed inside her
And though the words spoken to Ocean
          Were an echo of my own
          It was not an echo that Moved her in that moment
          I will not stand in Spirit's way

That night Ocean Hawk spoke of an inner freedom
         Perhaps it was a freedom from Judgement
                   The curse we bind ourselves with
                    The curse we bind our beliefs with
                    Our very own Self
                    The curse we bind others with

Two days
          Two days
                    Two days and our lives changed with the rise of the tide
                    Brought by heavy rains

Ocean Hawk was sad
A soulful sadness that emptied all that bound her
          Including me

The shift she had experienced
The Path she has been inspired to journey
          Is one that she must travel on her own
          A path where we are no longer lovers

We talked into the night
The long sleepless night that all lovers know, and hate
We cried
Long into the sleepless night that all lovers know, and will always hate
And our journey together ended there, in that sleepless night

She is by my side still
Making preparations
To leave

I am Sobered
To the reality that I have lost all that has made me Happy these last three years
Our relationship brought me immense and comforting Joy…
                              ...Just when I felt
                              I could finally imagine a Happily Ever After
                                        It flew from me
                                       And took Ocean Hawk with it                                    
Two days
          Two days
                      Two days later
                      The rain fell heavy
                      Again
                      This time
                                       It was Purple


I remain, saddened by the loss of Ocean Hawk, and the passing of Prince.

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

Two Writers

So many bodies hit the ground

Pale thin slivers, layers of me

or who I was

or who I might be

Dreams lost yet found somewhere

in time

in space

in Life

all at Once

I’ve been shedding

ideas

about this and that

right and wrong

the world is free when these don’t exist

especially my world
people

this one and that one

right or wrong

the world is free when I let you go

especially since you don’t want to be

in my world

I’ve been walking the shore of the ocean

my retreat in battle 

(and where we last fought)

          my retreat near the cliff-face

where I am hidden and alone

I’ve picked up fossils and stones

observed their layers

their sharpness

their smoothness

they are perfect any which way they are

they don’t judge themselves

you see?  they’re just right - at every moment 
                                           because of this

they are eternal

I’ve sat here too, thinking

pondering

creating stories in my mind that never was, or likely will never be...but exist all the same in another reality

dimension, another place 

I’ve concluded

I know we’re different, and apart, and misunderstandings killed us in the ocean

Yet I still feel you

All these theories that we are all One...all these mysteries

Have they come undone

in me?

To reveal indeed, We Are

Have learned; I could never lose you, have never lost you

Will always be

Connected

To your Heart

To your Uncommon Mind

To a Past that was

And a Present that left so fast

                                                I can only pretend in a daydream 

That friendship is still possible

Between us

Sometimes

I recall your writings

     Powerful and eloquent

For one so young

For one who saw only a Monster in me
  
           And then I remember

I slayed you without intent, without meaning

And slayed myself with the mourning of it

But it didn’t end there

And for a time 

I could push you out of my mind

For a time

I could pretend that this was meant to be

But then

I wonder if this is how it will end

This time around

                                               And it bothers me

I’m going to Egypt
The Egyptian Book of the Dead 

Was a book I stopped reading many moons ago

early in my journeying

          I felt so close to Truth

And became frightened of it

I stopped my Spiritual Quest

Went into Business

Focussed on distraction

Instead

I’m going back

In a way

Back to learn the Truth 

That scared me

When I thought nothing could

Perhaps I will lose another sliver of a false self

       Or a false dream

       Or a truth I once believed

Perhaps I will Heal for Everyone

Every hurt that went unseen

                         Even the slaying of your private heart

Your Secret Self

                        By my words

And the slaying of mine - by yours

Perhaps

We will encounter each other somewhere

When we’ve Healed

And I’ll ask you which of your stories

Is your favourite

And I’ll tell you mine

 
And the dead will come alive over a cup of coffee

                     And we'll just be two writers at a table

                          

Ever grateful for the Universal Mind that connects Us all and all Life in every dimension to each other in every moment.

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist