While grocery shopping recently, I was standing in the queue for the cashier and the front cover of the National Geographic History magazine caught my eye. It was a beautifully painted Egyptian mummy laying in a colourfully painted coffin.
When I see Egyptian images, my heart opens. I instantly tap into ancient memories of past lives and feel such joy. As well as the article on Egyptian mummies, the magazine contained an article on “The Lost Gospels.” This is another interest of mine and I have been using material from these gospels to prepare my recent Soul-Home Sunday talks on “God and Sex.” So I bought the magazine, had a quick glance at it and put it to one side for a time when I could savour it in peace.
That time for savouring came one month later. As I opened the magazine in the early morning, my eyes rested on a stunning photo of the West Bank of the Nile near Luxor, more famously known as the Valley of the Kings. It is where the ancient pharaohs and their royal families are buried. I have travelled many times on the overnight train from Cairo to Luxor and love that moment of seeing “my pink mountain,” as I possessively call it, for the first time as the train approaches Luxor. Pink because the West Bank of the Nile, where the sun sets, was deliberately chosen for the tombs of the Pharaohs. The sunlight gives the mountain an ethereal rosy glow.
Valley of the Kings by Charlotte Moon
On the back cover of the National Geographic magazine was a picture of Zahi Hawass, the famous Director of the Egyptian Ministry of Antiquities, with the 3 famous Giza pyramids in the background. He was promoting an archaeological tour to Egypt called “The Royal Tour.” So I gazed at the Pyramids and fantasised for a few moments about going to Egypt on an archaeological tour. And then I dismissed it and turned my attention to my tasks for the day which mostly involved caring for my mother after her recent surgery. I forgot about Egypt.
Later that evening, I came home from an event and mum said to me. “There is a programme you will like coming on at 9pm. I have recorded it for you but we can watch it together if you want.”
“What programme is that?” I asked.
“Tutankhamun” said mum.
And so we watched the first episode of a 4-part series all about how the archaeologist, Howard Carter, with the funding support of Lord Carnarvon, discovered, in 1922, the lost tomb of Tutankhamun, nestled in my pink mountain in the Valley of the Kings.
Tutankhamun by Jan Honcu
You would think that this was enough of a demonstration to be happy with, wouldn’t you? A clear example of how what you and I focus on is reflected back to us in our experience. But no. Wait, there is more…..
I will tell you the rest of the story in the next blog post.