Images upon the walls blur as excitement bubbles within my breast and stumble over the uneven stone floor with the surprise at finding there crouching in the shade of the ruined temple are two larger than life stone baboons. This is the temple of Khonsu, the Moon God, but the baboons remind me that it is but another aspect of Thoth and the place that I feel destined to find. The long-still energy of this place stirs like a disturbed breeze within the ancient walls, waking something that moves and whispers from a shadowy corner. I turn my head but no one is standing behind me. While the others peer at something and the teachers busily prepare the altar on a huge misshapen stone block in the side of the inner court, my attention follows an intangible sense to go deeper into the temple’s dimensionality. Beyond is another room, which would have been the Holy of Holies for this temple. Inside is an intact stone altar, shining crystalline in the brilliant sunlight.
“Stand here,” I am instructed by the spotlight created by the sun cutting through an opening in the portico and I do so eagerly. There are no words to describe the feeling that I am about to enter a portal into another dimension or planet despite being inside the expansive complex of the greater Karnak Temple. Outside this ancient ruined world, the Imam has begun to give a speech about the changes taking place in modern Egypt and sermonizing for things to come. Nonetheless, his loudspeakers jar my senses in a way that nearly drags my senses into the Arabic words, which my heart understands but my mind cannot translate. With a deep heart breath, I pull my attention into the tiny space in which I feel about to connect with the long past on a more personal level than I could ever expect with my conscious mind.
I remove the lapis lazuli eye necklace and place it upon the altar stone in the sun, imagining how it would absorb the power of Ra charging it further with the energy in Egypt. I mentally dedicate the eye to Tehuti (Thoth) and lightly touch my fingertips to the grainy surface of the altar. The scent of perfumed oil wafts up, enveloping my mind as I feel the heightening of energy rising from the awakened stones around me. Time stands still as the ritual begins behind me, yet I am no longer care as psychic whiffs of ancient burning incense grow stronger and the walls waver in the heat. I lose all sense of reality, smiling with the joy of the experience and allowing it to wash as sweat beads on my body.
Then it is proper to bow and remove the necklace, holding it to my heart. I remain bent respectfully backing from the altar and turning to stand again at the doorway. I can almost feel the flow of linen about my body and legs, but perhaps it is simply the imagination carried by this moment. There is a tingling through the souls of my feet, up my spine as Kundalini energy rising and out through my crown connecting with the stars invisible in the blue sky of day. It is dire that I find a place to sit down in order that I will not faint. I must commune with the spirits of this place, I am certain, and find a seat where structural stones have left a small shelf-like place.
It takes a few minutes for my inner vision to calm and quiet the distracting sounds around me. Then I see a reddish mist filling my mind’s eye space and a great silver ape approaches. It is a baboon, but of a color that seems unusual. Thoth! It must be Thoth in his visage as a baboon, I think as he becomes more distinct and vividly detailed. His dainty black leathery fingers touch the lapis eye that I am holding as if pointing at it or blessing it. Then those same fingers tenderly touch my cheek. I think I am crying, yet my cheeks are dry as Thoth begins to groom me in the way monkey society indicates intimacy and belonging.
Something stirs above me and I look upward, still within the inner visual space, to see that several white ibis have gathered to observe what is transpiring below. Although, the walls are shattered ruins in reality, I see them as in tact with lintel stones in perfect alignment where the birds ruffle, shuffle and seem to be elbowing each other as they bear witness to what is transpiring below. In an instant, they are gone as well as the baboon and for a moment I feel the loss deeply.
Was that a voice calling me of was it only a thought telepathically transmitted, but I knew I was to respond and follow into the room beyond the stone altar in the Holy of Holies and into the place barred by a metal mesh door. In astral body, I went and found a white room with walls covered with bright colored images and stark black hieroglyphic writing. At the back and center were two golden throne chairs upon which sat Thoth and Seshat. I could not distinctly see Seshat’s features, however, Thoth wore a white linen pleated garment and the leopard skin of the high priest. He was in his Theriontropic form with the body of a man and head of an ibis. Indeed, he spoke into my mind, but the message seeped directly into the subconscious recesses of my brain for they are gone from immediate memory for the time being.
Quickly, I thanked them for they were quickly fading and I could not hold the connection any longer. It left me weak for the moment and feeling loved, at peace and that something mysterious tucked deep into my heart and mind. At last, the dream ended and reality returned. As I walked away from the obscure temple, I knew that I would forever cherish the love and acceptance of the oldest ones; ethereal brethren of the most ancient wise one--THOTH/TEHUTI.
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