Cryscat
Senior Member
I decided to be brave and post what has been "downloaded" into my current consciousness. I use the term "downloaded" because that's kinda how it feels, to me.
Started with a Meditation of a childhood scene from the current life: playing by/in Lacawaxen River in PA. It was behind my Grandmother's house.
The scene shifts and:
I am female and I am playing in shallows of wide river (the Nile), can’t see other side of the river. I am very young, maybe 4?
Wearing a Linen skirt to knees. Sandals of leather on feet. Tall man comes out of a building, he is wearing linen skirt that goes from his waist to his knees and a squared off fabric headdress of striped blue and white. No clothing on the top half of his body. He holds his hand out to me and I take it and start walking with him, reluctantly as I want to keep playing.
Later : past puberty- kohl around eyes. Black hair/wig in squared off shape on head and Linen dress on body. Travel in a large, very fancy boat along the river, can’t see both sides of the river. Boat feels and looks like a royal barge. I look from one side of the boat and I can see land and I did see the Great pyramid of Giza at some distance away. I see it from the shadow side, looks smooth and like it was covered with marble. Not the way it looks today.
Left the barge and was walking into a Large Temple. Two huge, seated statues, animal heads at the end of the walkway. I couldn't see them clearly. Temple has large columns and inside they resemble a forest of columns. Tripods with bowl lamps are standing in-between the columns to give light in the interior.
Death- body is on stretcher made of white fabric slung between two poles and being carried by two men in linen skirts with shaved heads and one long pony tail type piece of hair hanging down. They are moving quickly. No visible injury to my body. I think death came about from a sickness, a disease and I died on the way to a temple for healing. Remember being concerned about the stretcher bearers and hoping they would not suffer because I died as there was no way they could have gotten me there (temple) in time. Was young at the time of death. Maybe around age 13 or 14 or 15.
Went to the the “Treasures of Tutankhamen†A few years ago and this is what happened:
Walking around in the area where the items from the generations before Tutankhamen were and I felt like crying.
Went over to the elaborate, gold inlaid chair that was there, to gain emotional control via complementation of the beauty of the chair. I managed to still my mind and then a thought drops into my mind- “I had a chair like that.â€
Walked over to a red granite bust of Nefertiti , chief wife of Amenhotep IV/ Akhenaton and repeated the process – Thought drops into my mind “ I don’t like her.†This time I Countered – “Why?â€. New Thought – “She’s arrogant.â€
Didn’t like the statues of Amenhotep IV/ Akhenaton - not right somehow. Face is too long and I don’t like the style the statues are carved in.
NO feelings at the actual treasures of Tutankhamen, only the generation prior.
When I stop to think about Amenhotep IV/ Akhenaton and what our relationship might be I get either a daughter or sister type feeling. Not able to tell which right now.
This is what I had in a word doc that I created, shortly after these events. I will post a possible name, later.
Started with a Meditation of a childhood scene from the current life: playing by/in Lacawaxen River in PA. It was behind my Grandmother's house.
The scene shifts and:
I am female and I am playing in shallows of wide river (the Nile), can’t see other side of the river. I am very young, maybe 4?
Wearing a Linen skirt to knees. Sandals of leather on feet. Tall man comes out of a building, he is wearing linen skirt that goes from his waist to his knees and a squared off fabric headdress of striped blue and white. No clothing on the top half of his body. He holds his hand out to me and I take it and start walking with him, reluctantly as I want to keep playing.
Later : past puberty- kohl around eyes. Black hair/wig in squared off shape on head and Linen dress on body. Travel in a large, very fancy boat along the river, can’t see both sides of the river. Boat feels and looks like a royal barge. I look from one side of the boat and I can see land and I did see the Great pyramid of Giza at some distance away. I see it from the shadow side, looks smooth and like it was covered with marble. Not the way it looks today.
Left the barge and was walking into a Large Temple. Two huge, seated statues, animal heads at the end of the walkway. I couldn't see them clearly. Temple has large columns and inside they resemble a forest of columns. Tripods with bowl lamps are standing in-between the columns to give light in the interior.
Death- body is on stretcher made of white fabric slung between two poles and being carried by two men in linen skirts with shaved heads and one long pony tail type piece of hair hanging down. They are moving quickly. No visible injury to my body. I think death came about from a sickness, a disease and I died on the way to a temple for healing. Remember being concerned about the stretcher bearers and hoping they would not suffer because I died as there was no way they could have gotten me there (temple) in time. Was young at the time of death. Maybe around age 13 or 14 or 15.
Went to the the “Treasures of Tutankhamen†A few years ago and this is what happened:
Walking around in the area where the items from the generations before Tutankhamen were and I felt like crying.
Went over to the elaborate, gold inlaid chair that was there, to gain emotional control via complementation of the beauty of the chair. I managed to still my mind and then a thought drops into my mind- “I had a chair like that.â€
Walked over to a red granite bust of Nefertiti , chief wife of Amenhotep IV/ Akhenaton and repeated the process – Thought drops into my mind “ I don’t like her.†This time I Countered – “Why?â€. New Thought – “She’s arrogant.â€
Didn’t like the statues of Amenhotep IV/ Akhenaton - not right somehow. Face is too long and I don’t like the style the statues are carved in.
NO feelings at the actual treasures of Tutankhamen, only the generation prior.
When I stop to think about Amenhotep IV/ Akhenaton and what our relationship might be I get either a daughter or sister type feeling. Not able to tell which right now.
This is what I had in a word doc that I created, shortly after these events. I will post a possible name, later.