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Mysterious Egypt: Cairo, Karnak, Luxor and the Valley of Queens

Mysterious Egypt: Cairo, Karnak, Luxor and the Valley of Queens

 My initial trip to sprawling Cairo with a group of UNMO (United Nations Military Officers) wives happened to coincide with the birthday of an influential Muslim saint, what a party! The souk, Khan- el Khalili, was a campground of hookah smoking, lamb chops broiling and camp stoves smoldering. Barefoot children dressed in dirty off–white galabiyas dashed in and out of the throngs of colorful Middle Eastern clad men and women. Eerie sounds of drum and flute filtered throughout the warm night as the thousands of Muslims gathered in the square. Canadian Reiki Master, writer and explorer me was expectant of the same scenario each future trip to Cairo.

 “You leave your reason at the border,” I was told by my Israeli travel consultant before departing on a comprehensive Egyptian tour a few months later.

 Twas late December and the night my UNMO, United Nations Military Officer, husband and I left our suite in Nahariya, near the Lebanese border in northern Israel, the power suddenly went out. We stumbled around in the pitch dark trying to pack bags, find passports and I.D.’s. At four o’clock the next morning we arrived at the bus depot near Tel Aviv, and we were off, all along the slow route to Cairo.

 We reached Cairo by nightfall and settled into the Europa Hotel. From the 14th floor of the Europa we could see the Great Pyramids. Wow! I was really here, this amazing Middle East journey was really transpiring. It seemed surreal. Growing up in a home where we went to church twice a week, I was familiar with biblical stories from this part of the world. At age 33 I married a Canadian military officer which allowed me to see the world. We had blended two families and now my children were living with their natural father in Canada. I was only 43 and had an instant empty nest. I took a deep breath and sent a prayer of gratefulness winging out into the Universe. It seemed out of this world to be in Egypt and at the Great Pyramids.

 The next day I was eager to explore theCairo museum and the souk. A grand melee of buses hurtling, donkeys pulling carts with greens piled high and car exhausts spewing toxic fumes greeted us. The Cairo museum garden had a stunning pool with a fountain filled with floating pink lotus flowers. The museum had just received hundreds of sarcophagi some still including mummies and the fourth floor was covered with them. What an eerie sight. As I walked through the all too familiar sarcophagi but not familiar from this life, I began to feel frozen … mummified myself … as if I was in ice. Out of the blue I said to myself, “One of these is me.”

 We had a lively group to tour with; several Jewish folks from New York who constantly complained about conditions until I told them what my Israeli tour operator mentioned about leaving ones reason at the border of Egypt. There was an Israeli couple from Tel Aviv and a young honeymooning couple from England. We dolled up for dinner our second eve in Cairo and enjoyed a tasty repast that evening, a piquantly flavored Khodra Makhluta which is a filling stew of potatoes and green beans. Potato aficionado me, loved it. A swim that eve on the roof top of the Europa Hotel helped to somewhat process the novel experience in the museum, but only to a point as I had at that time not seen a lot of past lives. I felt though that some aspects of my mental and emotional state could be related to past lives in which I died unresolved.

 Off we were by first class train to Luxor and Karnak the next evening. It was New Year’s Eve and there was soon a raucous party happening in the bar car that included several boisterous German youth. My husband and I stayed until midnight when we retreated to our sleeper car.

 Early dawn’s glorious sights along the Nile River soon emerged as emerald green fields on one side of the river and dry sandy desert on the other. We passed mills where stacks of cut palm board lay just like at sawmills in America. Tin-roofed shacks, Egyptian farmers and children in dirty galabiyas could be seen carrying buckets of water.

 Karnak. When we walked through the gargantuan temple that Ramses II built for his wife Nefertari; I said, “I feel beautiful energy in here.” I loved it and had to pose for a photo at the feet of the statue of Nefertari, “for whom the sun shines”, and her daughter Merytamen. I cherished the energy of Nefertari that still lingered there after so many centuries. I purchased a few diminutive statuettes of Anubis and Isis carved from malachite and an ankh amulet. I was told in the gift shop that in ancient times lapis lazuli was crushed and rubbed into the crown chakra to draw out spiritual impurities. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 I awoke at six o’clock the next morning with severe stomach cramps and nausea filling my gut. I could hardly stand up. I vomited several times and feared to sight-see in the Valley of the Kings and Queens that were on the day’s agenda. I decided to tag along though for dread of being left behind. Someone recommended black tea and my husband brought me some as I sat in the hotel lounge feeling extraordinarily sick.

 Holding my stomach as our tour bus shuttled between places, desert scapes surrounded us. The occasional burly camel and Bedouin appeared struggling with water jugs near palm tree lined oasis. I applied Reiki for myself, but I was indeed a sick person.

 When we finally reached the mysterious Valley of the Queens I was so sick that the tour operator thought I should see a doctor. I knew that this was no ordinary stomach flu. Someone and something was holding me back from going into the Valley of the Queens. I decided that I had karma in the Valley of Queens and my fate was holding me back.

 After the folks on the tour returned to the shuttle bus we drove to a Luxor tea house. Some had lunch, I had more black tea, but within the hour I was inexplicably feeling better. The nausea and cramps discontinued and I felt more like my usual self again. I remarked to Ronit, an Israeli girl on our tour, that I had karma in the Valley of Queens. She said she could sense that I was going through something, like the “Valley of Gehenna” meaning valley of hell, to which she added that it is a place near Jerusalem where many humans were sacrificed in the olden golden calf worshiping and sacrificing children days.

 To tour the town before dinner that evening my husband hailed a kalish,a horse drawn carriage taxi that was beautiful, bejewelled and lined in red velvet. He began speaking like an Egyptian pharaoh, very kingly and self righteous-like and said, “For you my lady, to whom I shall always pledge my allegiance!” I looked at him rather astonished but proceeded into the carriage. That was my husband, an officer, gentleman and friend throughout many lives.

 I awoke early the next morning to the sounds of Muslim prayers from the Karnak mosque and I added my own. We then prepared for a tour to Aswan in southern Egypt.

 Suitcases flew off the roof top carrier of our bus into the desert as we raced towards our fate in the southern city of Abu Simbal near the Sudanese border. I wondered what fantastic sights both inner and outer I would encounter there! 

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National best-selling author, Advanced Reiki Master, Fire Priestess, Metaphysician Master, Agnes Toews-Andrews, has been researching the Goddess, the paranormal and metaphysical at home in Canada and at sacred sites around the world since 1987. It was while working with energy/Reiki that her clairsentient and clairaudient abilities began to awaken. A world traveler, she is the author of 8 non-fiction spiritual books and 1 book of paranormal fiction. At home in the question mark, Agnes has known since the age of 14 while watching a sunset in rural British Columbia that she was to be an 'Activator' of humanity and in 1989 made a commitment to be a Lightworker. Also a co-creative Devic gardner, macrobiotic consultant, she is the proud mother of two amazing kids and grandmother of five even more amazing grand kids. She currently resides in the Selkirk Mountains in the West Kootenays, British Columbia, Canada.  


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