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(Al Report,
12-05-00)
On this adventure,
our cosmic crew had private access to the King's Chamber, of the
Great Pyramid, to perform our very own "rituals.."
It's a bit of
a climb to this magnificent chamber, but not as difficult as one
might imagine. After climbing while crouching for about 15 minutes,
we all got there, some of us a bit out of breath, but feeling very
alive..
Curious, considering
this was, ostensibly, a tomb. Closer examination, however, reveals
that the sarcophagus was not simply an Egyptian version of a coffin,
but something for living people, a way of connecting with the bigger
universe.
I've heard
transcendental experiences reported by others from within the sarcophagus,
physical evidence like air ducts,no dead mummy's ever found, even
reports of biochemical traces of a mysterious, white powder found
IN the sarcophagus.
Given what I
know about reality expansion, it seems plausible that laying in
the sarcophagus, and sniffing some ancient psychoactive substance
created by the ancient priesthood would definitely connect one with
the Universe at large.
Maybe the Pyramid
was a device created for linking one's mind/body/spirit up to a
kind of Cosmic Internet, some kind of a Galactic Intelligence
Transception Booth.
The mind reels
with possibilities, but we had to check this out for ourselves,
to see if there was any truth to the stories.
For some in
our little karass, cosmic connectedness was normal, the experience
in the King's Chamber was more a matter of tuning up, than experiencing
something completely new and mind/body expanding...
Pat Flanagan,
for example, had spent an evening in the "booth" back
in 1974, and was now ready for the latest "software" upgrade...
Back after 26 years, he was also looking forward to some tandem
time, cosmic oneness and chakratic alignment with his significant
other/goddess, Steph, INSIDE the sarcophagus.. what actually
happened is even more interesting... watch for their personal report..
The rest of
us were too happy to be initiated into the experience for the first
time. Kevin Ryerson facilitated by taking the role of the high priest,
creating a cool little ritual for all of us to tune into and experience
the present..
One-at-a-time
Kevin put his left hand on our foreheads, one-at-a-time we fell
back into the waiting arms of our fellow travelers.
Our comrades
then carried us into the sarcophagus, gently placing, not dropping
us on the the blanket-covered stone floor.
This was
a metaphysical Kodak moment we all had been waiting for....
While being
lowered into the 'booth,' by our Om-ing crew, I remembered Pat's
stories about how the guards used to use the sarcophagus as a urinal,
often filling it inches deep.
Thanks for
the thought, Pat! I inhaled, and was pleasantly relieved, so to
speak.... relatively clean... just a slight trace... thank goodness
for Sun's Frankensense treatment earlier. ahhhhhh, now on to the
cosmic experience:
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(Sun Report,
12-05-00)
All 22 of our
party, plus our 2 gifted local guides, felt the power of the approaching
experience. The vibes were intense, each person on their own path
of preparation. Our planned ritual, where Anton Ray would initiate
each person in a short immersion into the energy of the sarcophagus,
created intense anticipation.
Many of the
group wanted the experience to be private, while our video scribes
were just as adamant that the experience be preserved for posterity.
Our high priest wisely split the group according to their self-selected
preferences.
The climb into
the chamber was hot, quick, and claustrophobic. We kept our group's
energy together, and gave support along the way... Rest for the
breathless, comforting words and gentle pats on the back to allay
subconscious fears causing tears.
Four of our
five senses were tapped in the King's chamber. (Make that five out
of six, if you include our extrasensory awareness.) Lights out,
total darkness... flashlights on. Resonant Oms vibrated our bodies,
expanding our trancelike awareness.
I stood barefoot
on the stone floor, cooling down after the sweaty climb in the warn
air, a constant 68 degree temp. It's easy to imagine why the Egyptians
in the ancient carvings wore so few clothes... wish that was still
the fashion, because it was a bit too hot to enjoy our shorts and
sleeves.
The smell in
the King's chamber is still overwhelmingly that of urine, though
it has been many years since it was used as the unofficial W.C.
by the local guards. Nevertheless,
we were prepared, with vials of frankincense which we brought from
our previous initiations. We anointed ourselves, providing a welcome
alternative to the otherwise offensive smells.
Our window of
privacy, as during the rest of the trip, was miraculous once again.
We had the chamber to ourselves for twenty or so minutes, just what
we needed to give each of our ensemble a personal transformation
before the curious public joined us at the end. We closed our ritual
by granting the wish of an enthusiastic latecomer, a young Egyptian
fellow, who was lowered into the sarcophagus, just like each of
us.
Closing one's
eyes and listening within to hear the whispers in the sarcophagus
can only be a totally personal experience. Yet somehow, the focused
attention of the combined members of our mystery school was crucial,
intensifying the spiritual gift which each individual received.
The magical presence of each person in our circle, mysteriously
familiar in an intangible and ineffable way, was a recurring reminder
of the power of our shared manifestation. I felt an inflow of healing
wholeness, mending old holes in my sense of self and community.
Being present
in the king's chamber is most definitely an indescribable experience.
Some forgotten aspects of consciousness awaken there, and recall
precisely what to do, and why. Then, having completed the mission,
the submerged self once again returns to the hidden realm of the
soul's long journey, awaiting the next appointment with destiny.
The conscious mind ponders the mystery, tries to integrate and comprehend,
then gently floats a little higher with the impression of having
gained something invaluable from the experience. A deep sense of
peace and well being remains, lingering beyond the moment of transformation,
softly merging past and future thoughts of self, society, and universe.
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