Remembering Egypt

When I write about Egypt I am overcome with emotion. I cannot differentiate between tears of sadness or happiness. It is a total outpouring of love from deep within me, of a time past yet reawakening once again. Through the thought programmes I have had installed within me since birth this makes absolutely no sense. Yet when I think of Egypt, i feel the sun starting to rise in my heart as well as within the collective consciousness. It's just breaking the horizon from a dark night in which humanity has been travelling for a very long time.

I am aware that I watched the sun set long ago on my Egypt, we knew what was coming, we knew the veil was descending upon us all but that the time for us to remember would come again. That time is now.

The remembering comes in through the heart, through the subtle realms of feeling, a distant memory echo’d not through the logical mind but arising from the stirring within our internal waters. The more we can clear the layers of distortion we have built over our hearts, the more we will open ourselves up to this. The mind may struggle to keep up, or to grasp what is happening. As paradigms shift we can feel our brains cracking open and it starts to dawn on us all that we are like Osiris trapped in the coffin, spirit in form. Consciousness imprisoned in a place of non remembering, and too often we are in this sealed coffin swept on the river of time. When it feels too overwhelming for the logical mind, drop into your heart, the waters of feeling and allow that to be your gentle guide as your brain shifts.

The time has come for us to remember. If we pay attention we will hear the whisperings of what we once knew speaking to us through all avenues in our life. Unseen forces influence form to communicate with us, emotions stir deep within as memories start to come back into the peripherals of our awareness. It is for us to learn how to listen to life as a form of divination and look beyond physical forms to the psychic realms. From there we can call back all pieces of ourselves and start to dismantle the paradigm we find ourselves in. This is integral to the shifting of the Earth as we code the new frequencies through us.

More ancient intelligence's pass through the layers of the realms, finding their way to speak to us through matter, but we have not been taught how to know them when they work with us. Many don’t know their names or have any reference point in order to connect with them, yet still these beings show up for us all, again and again. Guiding us as we walk unknowingly along the path to our becoming. We must learn how to recognise them and listen. In order to enter into this rebirth for humanity, to anchor in these higher frequencies through our physical forms.

The faces of sacred statues have been smashed, their carvings destroyed, yet still they weave their way into these realms. For they are nature, they are the divine principles, they are the universe in motion and no false matrix constructed by limiting forces could ever keep them out.